My goodness, I've been in a complete whirlwind of erotic sex over the last two weeks since I went to Richard's photography studio and he seduced me. What's come over me? I'd never broken my marriage vows. Now, I wake up and the first thing I think about is sex. Thoughts of my erotic, sensuous sex play pops into my mind throughout the day.
If you haven't read my first two stories about my experiences at Richard's studio and with his virgin younger brother, it's best that you read them and catch up. Experiencing extremely great sex with Richard has changed my life. I've become a more sensuous person and I will never go back to the dull person I was. Sex makes me feel alive and desired. The word 'juicy' sums up my new way of being.
Let me describe myself. I'm a thirty-five-year-old housewife. I jog and do yoga to keep fit. People say I'm attractive. Men hit on me often. I enjoy being feminine. My blonde hair falls down to my shoulders. I'm medium height with a slim build. My husband, Jim, and I have been happily married for over twelve years. Before my love making with Richard, the very sexy photographer, I had no complaints about our sex life. Jim had been the only man I'd had sex with. Now, I realize just having no complaints doesn't mean I've had real pleasure. That's two very different ways of being. I have a great family life with two great kids and a successful husband. That, I don't want to change. But I'm driven to fulfill these new sexual appetites in secret. I know it's a sin, but I just can't stop and frankly don't want to.
In my last story, I confessed to being with a high school senior at Richard's studio who later I learned was Richard's younger brother and a virgin to boot. That was a very erotic experience and I've dared to have him over to the house three times during the day when Jim, my dear husband's at work. Lord knows what will happen if my hubby finds out.
Teaching this young man about sex and visiting Richard another two times, once to complete the photo album and the other just to fuck, has not quelled my desire for sex. It has just enflamed it more. I've tried to see Richard more often but he's away on out-of-town photo shoots. I suspect, no I know, that his thirst for sex is quenched by the new female clients that come to have 'boudoir' photos taken at his studio. I smelled the odor of other women's sex when I had a chance to be with him. Strangely, I don't feel any jealousy. We just use each other for sexual pleasure. I'm not looking for love. I have a man I love dearly, Jim, my husband. I just want pleasure.
My habits are changing now that my libido is in overdrive. I amazed my husband when I sat and watched NFL football last Sunday with him. I just love the raw, masculine energy of those beefy men. Their butts are so sexy when they huddle. I jumped Jim after the game and we had hot sex right there on the sofa when the game ended. Shocked the shit out of him. Our sex life is much better lately. It's not a mind-blowing type of sex but it scratches the itch when I get too horny to sleep. Jim's loving it. Of course, I'd never tell him why I'm so suddenly horny. He just thinks it's a girl thing.
The danger of having the young student, Vincent in my house was so exhilarating that I am planning something with another man. In the first story I wrote on Literotica, I told you that a hot male neighbor had propositioned me at a block party. I mentioned that just to say that men found me attractive. Well, he and his wife have invited Jim and I over to a wine-tasting party this evening. Blake is making a fortune in the new marijuana industry. He has a startup company that is soon going public. It looks like he'll be filthy rich when the IPO happens. Blake is in his mid to high twenties and very sexy. He's an executive in a cool industry and he fits the part. His hair is longer that the Wall Street types and his suits and shirts less formal. I'm sure he works out because he's in great shape. He carries himself with confidence and a good sense of humor.
Call me a horny bitch, but whenever I think of Blake, I just envision me sucking his cock and him mounting me for a delicious romp. Jeez, I'm turning into such a tramp. But I feel a big thrill every time I see myself on my knees reaching for the zipper in his pants. I wonder if he still wants me now or maybe that was just the alcohol talking when he propositioned me.
Getting ready for the party.
The women there will be very dressed up and I want to make an impression with Blake. I've chosen a sheer, purple blouse with a deep sexy neckline open down to my navel. It bares my chest six inches wide and shows the inside half of my breasts. I saw many movie actresses dressed in that type of blouse at the Oscars this year. I want to be in the newest style. My breasts are still perky enough to not need a bra. It took some talking to get Jim to agree on me wearing it, but he finally relented. I gave some consideration to wearing a short skirt but that would have been too much along with the hot blouse. I chose instead a pair of satin, tight evening pants in a matching purple color. When I tried them on, it highlighted my tight ass but I could see my panty line. That's a fashion no, no so I've decided to go panty-less. Of course, I didn't tell Jim about that. When I looked in the mirror, I saw the image of a hot woman. With any luck, Blake will make another move on me. This time, I'll accept, very demurely of course. A classy lady can't seem too easy to bed. Now for a spray of my new flowery perfume.
At the party.
Blake's Viewpoint.
Debbie Taylor looks really hot, even hotter than the last party. She has a sexy, sensuous glow about her. Those breasts are so sweet. She's showing them off with that sexy blouse and so she should. I wish my wife had a nice set like that that. If I get a chance, I'll cut her from the herd and chat with her to get a closer look. She knows I'm hot for her. When I propositioned her at the last party, she didn't slap me on the face. That was a small victory. The classy tart likes the attention.
Debbie's Viewpoint.
Blake's house is spectacular. He must be doing so well at that new marijuana business. What a gold rush that's been for the lucky ones who got in early. His wife is so beautiful in her tight, short mini-skirt. It compliments her slim, petite, perfect body. She's the picture of an ideal executive wife, very attentive almost in a worshipping way she looks at him. She always has a happy, contented smile. I bet Blake is great in bed. Her smile gives that away.
Whenever Blake looks over, I give him my big smile. The last time he looked over, I dropped my gaze demurely and touched my hair in an inviting, flirty way. I hope he's getting the message that I'm attracted to him. A woman is allowed to flirt after a few glasses of wine. I think I'll go out and get a bit of night air by their pool. One last big smile for Blake as I go out the patio doors.
Blake's Viewpoint
Hmm. That was quite the inviting smile from Debbie as she's heading outside. Now's my chance to chat her up. Who knows what can happen? I'll join her.
"Hi Debbie, hope you're enjoying the party."
"Yes, Blake it's great. You and your pretty wife are such super hosts. The wine is so delicious, I think I've a glass or two too many. I needed a bit of air to cool off."
"The night air is so fresh. I was looking for an opportunity to chat with you."
God, those breasts are so luscious. In the cool air, her nipples are so prominent through the silky material. I love looking at a beautiful woman's cleavage when I'm talking with them. It makes it obvious that man, women games are in play. This blouse is amazing. I can see half of her breasts.
"Next to my wife, you are the sexiest woman at the party."
"Blake, you're such a flirt."
"How could I resist. Your outfit tonight is very sexy. It tells me you like to flirt too."
"To be honest, I hoped you'd notice. Oh, my heavens, I shouldn't have said that. Must be the wine."
What does that mean. Last time she shut my advances off. Now she seems open. What the hell, I'm going to take another stab at bedding her. The gazebo at the back of the garden will be a private place to make a move on her. Her perfume is so powerful.
"Debbie, when I've had a glass too many, I like to walk around the garden to sober up a tad. It's dark on the path so be careful. Here give me your hand, just to steady you."
Her hand is soft and warm.
Debbie's Viewpoint
He's so obviously trying to get me alone. I'll go along and play the reluctant lady. His hand is so strong. The sound of the party is fading as we walk deeper down the garden path. There is a small building with some bench seats.
"Debbie, have a seat in the gazebo. You look cold. Why don't I put my arm over your shoulder to warm you up?"
He's so obvious. A handsome, successful man like him must have great success with women. That makes him confident.
"Thanks, Blake. That's very nice of you."
