I'm motionless underneath, as the out-of-shape body lies heavy on top of me, thrusting hard, its owner grunting and groaning into my ear, hands groping and fumbling at any soft flesh he can find...
This was the usual Friday night routine nowadays, gone midnight when he rolled home drunk from a night out with 'the lads'. Smelling of beer and smoke and something disgusting consumed from some greasy late-night takeaway, it was all I could do to avoid being repulsed.
As I lay there being plowed into, I fantasized instead that this was John's cock, driving hard into me, relentless and mechanical. As the image planted in my head I started to enjoy the sensations and rubbed Steve's neck in encouragement, all the while imagining it to be John's blonde hair my fingers were running through.
I move my hands lower and grab both of Steve's arse cheeks, encouraging him to do me harder, as the thought of John fucking me becomes more vivid and I start to softly moan. Barely before I get to enjoy the fantasy though its brought to an abrupt end, as a couple of loud grunts signifies that my boyfriend's already shot his load inside me.
Bastard can't even let me enjoy a fantasy without ruining it...I think to myself, as I shove him off me and he slumps to his side of the bed, seemingly already falling asleep...
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Today's the day, I think to myself...
I'd been building up to this moment for several weeks, even months now, but today I was determined I'd get my man.
It was Friday and another beautiful hot summer's day, so I thought I'd dress accordingly with just a thin, tight white blouse that I knew John liked and a black balcony bra underneath to push up and squeeze together my large breasts. I round it all off by sliding into black panties and sheer black stockings, worn underneath a tight black skirt. Then I focus on my still-drying hair, and decide to have it up in a bun, just the way he likes it, as I reach over for my hair grip and dark rimmed glasses on the bedside table.
I wasn't normally the kind of girl to hunt a married man down, in fact I'd never done it before, but over the last 6 months of working for John, I'd gradually found myself growing more and more attracted to him. He was everything my boyfriend wasn't; kind and considerate, attentive, and always paid me compliments on my work and appearance.
I check myself in the mirror and smile in self-satisfaction, yep, looks good, even if I do say so myself! The final touch; undo a couple of buttons on the blouse to reveal the cleavage and I'm ready for work.. Resist that, you bastard!
Friday afternoon's were always pretty relaxed affairs at our office. Our company traded in Europe and consequently we were 2 or 3 hours behind with most of our customers and so as we hit lunch time, our customers were already starting to wind down for the weekend.
"Do you fancy a pub lunch, Debs? Its such a lovely day...we could go to the pub up on the Moor...?" John asked.
As we drove out of town I couldn't help but look at John. He was a rugged, handsome man quite a lot older than me in his mid forties, not spectacular looking, but he had a certain presence about him and people generally liked being in his company. He also had a son too, who often called in to the office on a Friday afternoon on his way back from University, to cadge a lift for the final journey home. I probably should have focused my attentions on him, but in common with my boyfriend, lads of my own age just seemed so immature nowadays...
As I daydreamed away, his eye caught mine and he smiled, "What?" he asked.
"Your wife's a lucky woman." I replied...
"You should tell her that..!", he quipped, before quickly adding, "...second thoughts, maybe not..!"
"Why ever not?" I inquired.
"Because she's already jealous of you, as it is!" came John's reply.
A little surge of excitement shoot s through my veins at this statement, "What of?" I ask.
"Oh probably just the fact that I've mentioned you a few too many times in our end of day conversations." came the answer.
"Really...? What have you been saying..." I probe.
"Oh nothing much. In fact I had to underplay you a bit...told her you were a flat-chested Plain Jane, but even that didn't work" he laughed.
" And what do you think I really am?" I push..guilty as charged in fishing for a compliment! "You're an intelligent, beautiful young woman," John replied, "with a stunning figure to boot!"
