“Susan! Don’t forget we’re meeting at 5:30 today.”

The chiming tone of Jim’s voice pulled Susan’s thoughts away from her swirling cup of coffee. She smiled apologetically at him and nodded.

“Of course, I remember. I wouldn’t bail on the office’s favorite IT guy.”

Jim feigned offense while training his panty-dropping dimpled grin on Susan: “Favorite, eh?

So that’s how it is.” Laughter sparkled in his warm caramel eyes, diffusing their mock tension.

Watching him genuinely smile reminded Susan of how devilishly handsome he was, the type every woman secretly fantasized about. She felt her heart rate elevate and dismissed it as excitement from her delicious attraction, refusing to admit that her emotions could be playing hide and seek.

They were personally handpicked by their boss to plan and launch the annual fundraising event, and they agreed to meet due to their compatibility.

Around 5:45 PM, Susan entered Herald’s Pub, Her preferred Friday evening hangout spot. She spotted Jim casually dressed by the bar stool, engrossed in a sporting match on TV, and stood by him expectantly.

“Hey, you made it!” Jim’s gaze snapped to her as he welcomed the distraction with open arms. “Another Irish stout?”

She nodded, took a seat, and crossed her legs.

Unconsciously twirling a strand of hair with one hand, she fought to control her nerves. Her relationship with Jim took a surprising turn today, playfully dancing around underlying tension barely held in check.

As the barman served their drinks, she watched his every move, admiring how he balanced two heavy mugs.

Unable to look away, Susan wondered if Jim experienced a similar visceral connection. It left her slightly bold, uncharacteristically, even for a woman who embraced a hotwife lifestyle.

Aware of Jason’s approval, she experienced only pride whenever she shared her little secrets about her adventures It only brought them closer. And deep down, she never wanted to disrupt that connection.

Noticing Jim’s eyes lingering on her chest momentarily, she knew better than to misread any signs.

Her experiences taught her plenty about the male gaze and how carefully men communicate their intentions. Perhaps she’d planted seeds, throwing herself into the conversation more than usual. But neither breached the delicate boundary separating friendship from intrigue.

With Jim on board, they set about organizing the charity event, such as clockwork, bouncing ideas off, and challenging one another.

Her mind often drifted to Jason—an ever-present figure whose support empowered her.

He knew and shared her preferences in the bedroom, freeing them and improving their emotional bond. The mere thought of him encouraged her to trust this budding connection with Jim.

Jim’s charm captivated Susan, but she kept her guard up, setting clear boundaries to avoid entering uncomfortable territory.

The sun dipped below the horizon, with the evening promising a natural segue to the night’s adventures.

Catching Jim glancing at his watch, she ventured: “Unless you have dinner plans tonight, how about wrapping up here?

I’d love to share more ideas over a quiet meal.”

His eyes gleamed, but he hesitated just enough for her to question whether she’d gone too far. “Sounds like a plan.  Let’s go to my place.” He grinned and signaled the bartender to bring the tab.

Susan breathed in discreetly, sending grateful thoughts to Jason. She believed his presence would’ve guided her behavior, keeping her grounded while sharing the confidence he’d inspired.

Susan mulled over how this casual invitation could transform the evening. Her heart raced in anticipation, her skin tingling with excitement, a feeling shrouded in an enigmatic crimson veil.

Over the years, she mastered the art of compartmentalizing, leaving her emotions at the door when indulging in intimate encounters. And while she cherished the connection she shared with her husband, Jason, their agreement wasn’t devoid of guilt.

The drive to his home gave her time to play out many fantasies in her mind.

Jim’s Home

Jim turns to face her, his eyes hooded with desire.

He closes the distance between them, pressing his body against hers, and Susan feels herself swoon at the contact.

“Tell me, Susan, have you been thinking about me?” he asks, his lips inches away from hers.

Susan’s breath hitches. “Yes,” she admits. “I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately.”

“Good,” Jim growls before capturing her lips in a bruising kiss.

Their bodies mold together as they kiss, their hands roaming and exploring.

Jim’s rough hands move to the curve of Susan’s hips, squeezing possessively as she lets out a moan. Susan’s fingers tangle in Jim’s hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss, as she feels a surge of desire flood her.

Jim breaks the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck, and Susan tilts her head back, giving him better access. He grazes his teeth against her skin, leaving a trail of fiery kisses as he moves lower.

Susan’s breath comes in short, sharp gasps as he reaches the swell of her breasts, his fingers deftly unbuttoning her blouse. He pulls the fabric aside, exposing her lacy bra, and his eyes darken with desire.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs before taking one hardened nipple into his mouth and sucking through the thin lace. Susan arches against him, her hands clutching at his shoulders as he bites down gently, causing pleasure to mingle with a hint of pain.

He continues lavishing attention on her breasts, his fingers teasing the other nipple through the lacy fabric before tugging it down to free the pert flesh. He worships her body, his free hand gliding down her curves, over her hips, and slipping inside her skirt and panties.

Jim growls low in his throat when he finds her wetness. “You’re soaked, Susan,” he says, his breath hot against her skin.

Susan’s breath hitches as he strokes her folds, teasing and rubbing her clit. She can feel herself getting closer to the edge, her hips bucking against his hand, seeking more friction, more pleasure.

“Don’t stop,” she gasps, her voice husky with desire.

Jim smirks, his fingers continuing their relentless pace. “I’m not stopping until you come all over my hand,” he says, his voice dripping with filthy promises.

Susan moans, biting her bottom lip as Jim pushes two fingers inside her, his thumb continuing to circle her clit. He sets a punishing rhythm, fucking her with his fingers as he curls them upwards, hitting that sweet spot deep inside her.

“Oh god, Jim,” she cries out as pleasure rips through her body. Her legs tremble uncontrollably, and her hands grip his shoulders, holding on for dear life.

Jim’s teeth sink into her shoulder, muffling his own groans as he feels her walls tighten around his fingers.

Susan’s body convulses in blissful release, her orgasm shaking her to her very core. Jim slows his ministrations, gently bringing her back down from her high. Her breathing evens out as she relaxes against him, feeling boneless and sated.

Jim pulls his fingers out slowly, bringing them to his lips and sucking them clean. “Delicious,” he murmurs, his eyes dark and intense.

Susan’s heart beats faster as she watches him, her lust for him growing stronger by the second. She reaches down, grasping the hem of her skirt and pulling it up to reveal her wetness.

Jim hisses in a breath, his eyes widening at her glistening folds. He steps back, his eyes never leaving hers as he undoes his belt and pulls it through the loops.

Susan’s breath hitches as she watches him, her heart beating a wild rhythm in her chest.

Jim takes Susan by the hand, leading her wordlessly upstairs to the bedroom

Heat In The Bedroom

The gentle, caressing breeze from the lake weaved its way through Jim’s bedroom, animating the sheer curtains of his French balcony. The dreamy moonlight procreated a sultry ambiance, casting a pool of glistening silver across his King-sized bed.

“Undress for me,” Jim said.

Jim, still dressed in his charcoal business suit, sat upon the edge of the sizable bed, staring at Susan, who, a few feet away, was gracefully removing her clothes.

Each item laid bare a tantalizing section of her body, ultimately exposing her tastefully designed, black lace bra and panties. The flimsy material magnificently accentuated her splendidly curvy figure, which acted as more of a teasing promise than an actual barrier. Jim’s erotic fascination intensified, initiating a pool of warmth in his groin as his erection slowly solidified and produced a growing urgency.

With a coquettish smile, Susan allowed the straps of her bra to delicately slip off her shoulders. She gracefully moved her arms behind her back. She unclasped it, giving Jim an enticing exhibition of her well-rounded, voluptuous breasts, which responded with a natural reflex and became considerably firmer.

“You are one sexy woman,” Jim articulated, his voice barely above a whisper.

Susan’s lips spread in a velvety purr, thrilled by Jim’s blunt observation.

Her engorged nipples, rigid with arousal, craved for his mouth and tongue. “I’ve wanted you for so long, Jim,” Susan confessed with a provocative look.

Jim stood up from the bed, approached Susan, and forcefully embraced her without wasting another moment. A surge of need careened into their bodies, bringing them unimaginably close. Maintaining her gaze, he grabbed the hem of her panties and slowly pulled it down, following the sensuous trail of her legs using his fingertips.

The panties hit the floor, joining Susan’s discarded clothing.

Without averting his gaze, Jim wrapped his hands gently around the ample globes of her buttocks, squeezing and massaging them in a circular motion, capturing her tantalizing flesh and eliciting a soft concurrent moan. The smell of arousal permeated the room, punctuated by the intoxicating scent of their pheromones.

Their lips crushed against each other, in a passionate, electrifying kiss. Jim’s tongue invaded her mouth, exploring every corner, tasting her deeply with a building hunger. Sparks of lust ignited in her core, evoked by his dominant and confident touch.

Susan’s pussy  yearned for Jim’s touch, already aquiver with pleasure. As if he could read her thoughts, he broke the kiss, leaned down, and traced a line of kisses along her neckline, gently teasing the sensitive skin in front of her ear.

Susan’s body quivered with raging desire, craving for more intimate contact. She arched her back, pressing her breasts against Jim’s chest, enticing him to seek further pleasures.

Jim didn’t resist her invitation and planted his lips on hers again, greedily savoring her lips, taste, and scent. As he deepened the kiss, his hands migrated upwards, cupping her breasts. He squeezed them softly, letting his thumbs graze her swollen peaks through the lace, savoring her sharp intake of breath.

Susan craved a more direct touch, but instead, Jim lowered his head, tracing his tongue along the curves of her cleavage. Her body trembled at the sparking sensation, yearning for more. Jim slipped a finger inside her bra, circling her nipple in a tantalizing rhythm, focusing all his attention on drawing every ounce of pleasure from that single point of contact. Her breath hitched, matching the tempo of Jim’s thumb as he then rolled and tugged, provoking a whimpered plea from her lips.

He knew she wanted more, craved more, and eagerly welcomed that intoxicating challenge.

His mouth descended on her other breast, mirroring the attention to ensure they both received equal gratification. Susan’s body shivered, convulsing under his carnal touch, hands digging into his back while her nails threatened to tear through the fabric of his suit, marking her territory.

Determined and prepared to push them through every newly-discovered limit, he lavished his attention upon her aching peaks.

His fingers never left her body – the other found its home between Susan’s thighs as he expertly parted them, slipping beneath the sopping wetness of her entrance. Her body instinctively shuddered when confronted with the unfamiliar touch.

Her moans only further ignited his passion, his restraint crumbling as his middle finger slid deeper, teasing the walls of Susan’s sex in a slow, torturous rhythm. She ground her hips, meeting every thrust as her orgasm edged around the corner.

Her desperate moans and unintelligible words spurred him on as she let go of any remaining control. His finger curving inside her, he hit the perfect spot as she threw her head back in a scream, eyes rolling back with sheer ecstasy. Her pussy pulsed rhythmically, milking every inch of his fingers and leaving her trembling and panting.

As the last vestiges of her orgasm faded, she pulled away from Jim and looked into his eyes, a coy smile spreading across her face.

“I want you inside me, now,” she demanded.

Jim was only too happy to oblige.

Without breaking eye contact, he stripped off the rest of his clothes, revealing his muscular form and throbbing erection. He took Susan’s hand and led her to the bed, pushing her down gently onto the plush covers.

He crawled onto the bed, spreading her legs and settling between them. He traced slow, deliberate circles with his fingers around her swollen clit, causing her to whimper with anticipation.

Her back arched towards him in an almost involuntary response, begging for more. The head of his cock pressed against her entrance, leaving a wet trail that promised the sweet, forbidden pleasure to come.

In one swift, powerful motion, Jim thrust himself inside Susan. A gasp of blissful pain escaped her lips as she stretched to accommodate his size. The waves of pleasure overwhelmed her, her nerve endings singing responses to the intrusion.

Jim began a steady rhythm, each thrust meeting with a slap of their bodies coming together.


Jim complied, his thrusting becoming more aggressive, more primal. She met him stroke for stroke, her hips rising to meet him, their panting and moans filling the room.

Jim leaned down to kiss her, his lips fierce on hers. She opened her mouth to him, their tongues dancing as their bodies moved in unison. His hands explored her body, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples. She moaned into his mouth, her heart pounding in her chest.

Suddenly, Jim pulled out of her, leaving her feeling empty.

She opened her eyes to look at him, confused, but the expression on his face was pure desire. He grabbed her legs, pulling her down to the edge of the bed and spreading them wide. He knelt down, his face inches from her wetness.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he murmured, his voice thick. “I need to taste you.”

Without waiting for an answer, he leaned in and licked her, a long, slow stroke from her entrance to her clit. She gasped, her hips bucking as a surge of pleasure shot through her.

Jim held her in place, his hands on her thighs, as his tongue explored every inch of her, his licks growing more confident and insistent. She could feel her orgasm building, the tension growing tighter and tighter inside her until she was on the verge of exploding.

“Don’t stop,” she panted, her hands threaded through his hair, holding his head against her.

Jim obeyed, taking her clit into his mouth and sucking gently.

She moaned as he began to flick his tongue against her, each motion sending a shockwave of pleasure through her. She could feel her orgasm building, the tension reaching a breaking point.

“Don’t stop,” she begged, her hips rocking against his mouth.

Just as she was about to come, Jim pulled away, a sly smile playing at the corners of his lips.

“You want more?” he asked, his voice dripping with desire.

She nodded, her chest heaving with each breath.

“Then beg for it,” he challenged, his eyes dark with lust.

She didn’t hesitate. “Please, Jim,” she said, her voice breathy and needy. “I need your tongue.”

Jim’s grin was triumphant before he leaned down again, his tongue lapping at her clit. Her hips jerked as he licked and sucked, bringing her closer to the edge. He slipped a finger inside her, then two, moving them in and out as he continued to lick and suck and drive her wild.

She writhed beneath him, desperate for the release that was almost within her reach.

“Fuck, Jim,” she gasped. “I’m so close. Don’t stop.”

He groaned, the vibration of it sending a shiver down her spine. He didn’t stop, his rhythm increasing as he fervently worked to bring her to the brink.

Suddenly, she couldn’t take it anymore. She could feel the delicious tension reaching its peak, the wave of pleasure crashing over her.

She moaned loudly, her body trembling as she finally let go, reaching her much-awaited orgasm.

“Oh God, yes!” she cried out as her climax shook her to the core.

Jim didn’t stop, his tongue still working its magic, prolonging her pleasure. And when she finally relaxed, spent and satisfied, he stood up, a proud glint in his eyes.

“You taste like heaven, Susan,” he said, his voice husky with desire.

She smiled, opening her arms to him. He didn’t need any more invitations.

Jim lay down beside her, his hard cock pressing against her thigh. She reached down, wrapping her hand around it, and began to stroke him slowly.

“Fuck, Susan,” he groaned, his hips bucking upwards as she increased her pace.

She loved the feel of him in her hand, so big and hard, and she reveled in the knowledge that she had that power over him. She watched his face as she continued to jerk him off, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure, his breath coming in shallow bursts.

“You like that, don’t you?” she asked, her voice dripping with arousal.

He nodded, unable to speak, his hands gripping the sheets.

She smiled, then leaned down to take him in her mouth. He groaned in pleasure as she swirled her tongue around the tip of his cock, before taking him deeper into her mouth. She could feel him growing harder and thicker, and she sucked him harder, her mouth moving up and down his shaft.

He reached down, gripping her hair, and took over control. She let him, loving the feeling of being dominated.

“Oh, fuck,” he moaned, his hips bucking as she swirled her tongue around the head of his cock. “Susan, you’re gonna make me cum.”

She pulled back, her lips wet with his pre-cum. “Not yet,” she said, her voice breathy.

“I want you inside me.”

Jim didn’t need any more encouragement. He positioned himself over her, the tip of his cock brushing against her entrance. She was slick with desire, and she gasped as he pushed inside her.

Jim moved slowly at first, letting her get used to his size. But Susan wasn’t in the mood for slow and gentle. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into her.

“Fuck me, Jim,” she demanded, her voice low and sensual.

Jim didn’t need any more convincing. He began to thrust into her with more urgency, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. Each stroke was met with a gasp from Susan, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. She dug her fingers into his back, clawing at him as he filled her again and again.

“Oh God, Susan,” Jim groaned, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

Susan squeezed her thighs around his waist, pulling him deeper into her.

She didn’t want slow and gentle right now. She craved the kind of raw, animal pleasure that only came from being completely filled up, from being completely claimed.

Jim was happy to oblige. He thrust into her hard, the sound of their skin slapping together filling the room. She gasped with each stroke, a mixture of pleasure and surprise coursing through her. She could feel every inch of him, his shape filling her so completely. She’d never felt so full, so complete.

But Jim wasn’t done.

He pulled out of her, leaving her feeling empty and aching for more. Before she could protest, he grabbed her thighs and spun her around, positioning her on all fours. He ran his hands over her ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh. She could feel his gaze on her, taking in the curve of her hips and the slickness of her folds.

He reached down, running his fingers through her wetness before positioning himself at her entrance. He pushed inside her, filling her up again, and she moaned with pleasure.

His hands were on her hips, holding her steady as he thrust deeply into her. Each thrust was met with a gasp from Susan, her breasts swaying with each impact. The sounds of their lovemaking filled the room, the scent of sex and sweat hanging heavy in the air.

Jim’s pace quickened, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. Susan could feel herself headed toward the edge of another orgasm, the intense pleasure building inside her. She pushed back against him, wanting more, needing more. Jim responded by gripping her hips harder, his fingers digging into her flesh.

His thrusts grew more frenzied, his body slapping against hers as he took her roughly from behind. She could hear the sound of their skin coming together and could feel the slickness of their bodies as they moved against each other. She could feel her orgasm building, the tension coiling deep within her.

“Fuck, Susan,” Jim grunted, his voice strained with pleasure. “I’m so close.”

She didn’t respond, couldn’t respond, her body too consumed with the overwhelming pleasure that was building within her.

Jim’s thrusts became more urgent, each one filling her up completely and stoking the fire of her arousal higher. She could feel him, hot and hard, deep inside her, and it was all she could do to stay upright, her legs shaking with the effort to remain on all fours.

“Come for me, Susan,” Jim growled, his voice deep and guttural. “Come for me now.”

His command sent her over the edge, and she let out a keening wail as her orgasm tore through her.

Jim followed soon after, his grip on her hips tightening almost painfully as he thrust deep inside her one final time and stilled, his body shuddering with the force of his release.

Susan collapsed onto the bed, her legs trembling uncontrollably. Jim followed her down, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. She could feel his heart hammering against her back, mirroring her own.

Neither of them spoke for several long minutes. They just lay there, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking.

Susan’s heart was still racing, and her body tingled with the lingering pleasure of her orgasm. She could feel Jim’s breath against her neck, warm and steady. 


With her heart still racing from the hours of unbridled pleasure spent in the arms of her latest conquest, Susan pulled her car into the driveway, glancing up at the dark bungalow she called home. Its warm, inviting glow called out to her, a siren’s song amid the quiet, suburban landscape. The late-night excursion had left her skin flushed and her body pulsing with a hunger that could only be satiated by the man who held claim to her heart.

As she entered the foyer of their home, she heard Jason’s low voice calling out to her from the depths of the living room.

“Susan, is that you?”

“I’m back,” she whispered, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth as his eyes raked over her with unabashed desire. “Jim, I need–“

Dropping the dress to the floor, the material pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but her bra and underwear. With a growl, Jason tore at the lacy fabric, rending it in two and exposing her full breasts to his gaze.

“Spread your legs,” he commanded, sitting on the couch.   Susan blushed and stood before him, opening her legs.   The obvious result of her long session with Jim oozed and dripped down her thighs.

“You’re mine,” he grunted, capturing a nipple between his teeth. His tongue swirled around it, teasing it to a tight peak before moving to its twin. “Say it.”

Susan’s breath caught in her throat as the warmth of his mouth on her skin ignited her passion.

She threaded her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer and moaning as his teeth grazed her sensitive flesh.

“Yes, Jason, I’m yours,” she gasped, arching her back as he kneaded her other breast with his hand. The intensity of his touch, combined with the memories of her latest conquest, left her trembling with desire.

With one swift motion, he lifted her, his hands gripping her thighs as he carried her to their bedroom. His eyes blazed with a fierce need that left no room for doubt.

Once they reached the bedroom, Jason tossed her onto the bed and followed her down, covering her body with his as he claimed her mouth with a desperate kiss.

Their flesh met, slick and hot, as he nudged her knees apart with his own and settled between her thighs. She could feel his hard length pressing into her, and she moaned with anticipation.

With a sly smile, she reached down between them and wrapped her hand around his cock, stroking him firmly from root to tip.

Jason hissed with pleasure, bucking his hips into her grip.

“Fuck, Susan,” he growled, capturing her mouth in a bruising kiss. “I’ve missed you.”

Without warning, he thrust into her cum-filled pussy, filling her to the hilt. Susan cried out, her back arching off the bed as he buried himself deep inside her.

The raw intensity of his possession stole her breath away, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, nails digging into his back as she clung to him.

“Oh, fuck, Susan,” he groaned, his hips pistoning with a fierce urgency as they moved together in a primal dance. Their bodies moved as one, slick with sweat and slippery with need.

She raked her nails down his back, feeling his muscles tense under her touch. He responded with a growl, burying himself deeper inside her as he nipped and sucked at her neck.

Each thrust sent her spiraling higher, her pleasure building like a crescendo that threatened to consume them both.

“Harder,” she demanded, her breath hot against his ear. “Fuck me harder.”

Jason, always eager to please, obliged, driving himself into her with a brutal force that stole her breath away. She met him thrust for thrust, their bodies moving in perfect harmony as they danced on the knife’s edge of pleasure.

She could feel the tension building, the heat spreading through her veins like wildfire.

It was consuming her, burning away any trace of shame or inhibition. She was a creature of pure desire, bent on sating the ravenous hunger coursing through her.

“Fuck, Jason,” she hissed, nails digging deeper into his back as she met him thrust for thrust. “Yes, yes, just like that.”

Her words only seemed to spur him on, driving him to the brink of desperation as he plunged into her again and again.

With a guttural cry, he buried himself deep inside her, his cock throbbing with release. She felt every pulse, every shiver, as he emptied himself into her with a fevered intensity that left her breathless.

She held him close, their bodies slick with sweat and trembling with the aftershocks of their passion. His lips found hers in a tender kiss, a silent promise of the many coming nights.

“I love you,” she whispered, her breath hot against his ear.

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