After the trip to Africa and France, I decided to look for a yacht and try a lifestyle of living on the ocean and maybe even running charters. In the meantime, I had to find a place to live and retrieve the furniture and vehicle from storage. I decided to live close to the ocean and marinas so I could view any potential yachts without having to travel.

I responded to an advertisement in the newspaper and organised an inspection of the apartment with the agent. She gave me the address and time, and I arrived early to check out the neighbourhood. As I was sitting in my truck, a red sports car pulled up in the parking area. Initially, the car caught my eye, and then I noticed the driver was a good-looking blonde. She looked at me, smiled, and walked over. I could see she was dressed in a short black dress and button top as she introduced herself, knowing my name. I thought, my goodness, this is the agent. As I met her, we shook hands, and I could see her firm, smooth breasts and black lacy bra.

She led the way, and as I followed, I watched her firm arse, and I just knew she had a black lacy G-string to match the bra under that dress. As she walked, she looked over her shoulder. She was openly flirting and taking every opportunity to brush against me as we walked. She opened the apartment and showed me around. It was not exactly what I was hoping for as it was furnished, but the view from the balcony was great, and there was plenty of living space. We went into the master bedroom, which was large with a king-size bed. As she pushed down on the mattress, she said it was a good quality mattress and smiled as she said my girlfriend would like this. I laughed as I said I didn’t have a girlfriend, at which she twisted her hair seductively, asking if I was available.

I walked past her onto the balcony, and I told her I was willing but not available and admired the view over the marina. She walked up next to me and leaned over the balcony; her breasts were almost spilling out of her top. She just looked at me with those big, beautiful blue eyes; I thought she was one sexy but dangerous lady. I walked back inside, and as I did, she called out and asked if I liked the view. I turned to see her still bent over the balcony, the back of her skirt open, and I could see her firm thighs and almost her crutch and G-string.

She could see by now her seduction was not working on getting me to sign up. Walking up to me, she unbuttoned her top. She then ran her fingers over my chest and asked if I was interested in helping her fulfil her fantasy. Before I could respond, she told me she wanted to have sex in a furnished apartment like this with a random guy. She continued running her hands over my chest and started undoing my belt, her fingers tracing my growing erection. Looking up as she felt my cock through the fabric, smiling as she knelt before me. I unzipped my jeans for her and released my cock, and she gasped as I held it in front of her face.

Her mouth was wet and warm, and she took hold as she worked her tongue over my length. Finally, she stood up and said I have a busy day and walked over to the bed. She bent over the edge of the bed, and I lifted her dress over her back, exposing her round and firm arse. She looked over her shoulder and pulled her G-string to one side. Taking my erection and placing it between her lips, they were warm and wet as I massage the tip against her opening.

She was looking in the mirror and admiring the view of her slim, sexy body and my erection pressed between her legs. As I looked down at her outstretched hands, I noticed a wedding ring. My mind raced. Was she cheating or a cuckold wife? I was aroused by either. She was getting impatient as she was pushing back at me to penetrate deeper. So grabbing her hips, I fucked her with a quick, deep, even pace. She was moaning as she gripped the covers, her head down. In the mirror, I could see she was biting her lower lip, and it was close to coming. Finally, she pushed her arse up and started moaning aloud as I continued. As she was recovering, I could feel she was really wet. My cock glistened as her lips were tight around me. I wanted to see her come again.

So I pulled back and rolled her over on the bed and pulled her G-string off her, throwing it into the middle of the room. I then climbed on the bed, lifted her legs and slid back into her, making her groan. All she said was, “Oh god”, as I slid back in and started fucking her again. I fucked her for two or three minutes, and I could feel her losing control. As she arched her back and came again, I could feel the pressure as I released a flood of semen into her. I sat there On my knees, caressing her breasts and massaging her clit with my thumb; as she lay there panting. My erection was now slipping from her; her trimmed pubs mattered with our juices.

She rolled over and found her G-string, making some remark she would have to change those this afternoon. Dressing, I followed her out of the apartment and told her it was not the sort of apartment I was looking for.

I did eventually find an apartment, and the female agents were not as forward in any such requests for sex.

After the realtor and the sex in the apartment, things went quiet, so I decided to try a dating agency for couples that were sharing or cheating. I was contacted by a guy wanting to share with his wife a concept I was familiar with and enjoyed. After a few telephone conversations, we agreed to meet at a local coffee shop so we could meet face-to-face. I arrived early and recognised them as they approached the table based on their descriptions. We shook hands, and I kissed her on the cheek. We sat and chatted, and from the conversation and appearance, I estimated their ages to be in their late thirties. They were professional business people with a teenage daughter and son. We agreed to meet again, but it was close to Christmas, and with all the parties, they could not confirm a time at that stage. He asked if I would walk back to their car, which was in an underground parking lot nearby. She went to the passenger side, and I followed and hugged her goodbye, and as I was about to leave, he called out> Why don’t you kiss Jane goodbye?

I walked back, and she was sitting in the passenger seat, so I opened the door, leaned in, and gave her a long, passionate kiss. I slowly crouched down and caressed her breasts through the tight-fitting top. As I broke the kiss, she looked very excited and leaned forward, and I realised he was unhooking her bra. Between the three of us, we removed her bra as I explored her naked breast. They were small and firm; as I caressed one, he was caressing the other. I looked down, and she was unzipping her jeans and sliding forward in her seat as she removed them. She sat there in her knickers and T-shirt, her legs slightly apart. He slid his hand inside her knickers, and she raised her pelvis to meet his exploring fingers.

He made a comment she was wet and then asked if I would like a turn. I ran my fingers through her short pubs that were trimmed and quickly found her erect wet clit. As I explored her lips, she opened her legs wider and looked down, watching my hand inside her knickers. He started asking her questions, and she would tell him how she loved fucking. How she wanted lots of cock, how she wanted to be pumped by heaps of guys, feeling them filling her up.