The following are the "Prelude," and chapters one and two of "My Long Affair":
Prelude
At the age of 23, Kate found herself managing a very upscale and, therefore, unpopular clothing store at a pretty trashy suburban mall. She was waiting for the results of her medical school admissions tests and, although sales work would have ordinarily been an adequate diversion for a very attractive young woman such as herself, the items sold in this store were so high-end that she spent most of her time alone in the store simply waiting for someone to come in. When someone did come in, it was usually a more mature (that is, richer) woman who could afford these fancy dresses and suits.
Of course, Kate tried on all the most expensive dresses. Designed for far more matronly figures than hers, the dresses sagged loosely over her A-cup breasts, her tight little round butt and flat tummy like sequined sacks. She tried them on at night, wearing nothing underneath; her nipples would get hard and poke through the satin fabric so lewdly it made her laugh. She spent her days gazing at the busy Victoria's Secret across the hall and saw the handsome men and sexy women go in and out all day. She imagined she worked there instead and could buy all the sexiest bras and panties in the store with her employee discount.
When David came into the store, something attracted her eye. He was older, yes, but not old. Handsome, well built, at ease, sexy, confident, polite - she wasn't really sure what it was - but when he asked her a question she flushed and stared into his eyes. Suddenly, she was flirting with him, and she could tell he was lingering to talk with her more, placing his hand on her arm briefly. She was getting hot, maybe even wet, at this casual connection that seemed to envelop them both for an instant. She would have asked him out, she would have kissed him right then, but for the wedding band on his left hand.
Instead, she looked him boldly up and down, focusing on his crotch much longer and more provocatively than she would have with an unmarried man. He was flushing too, his face red and a bulge growing in his pants. He liked her stare, and the fact that she saw his erection and went on flirting with her. It was so promising, like an offer to do more. He wanted her, wanted to put his arms around her naked body, kiss her everywhere. She saw his desire and it fueled hers. She wanted him, wanted to rub his hard cock on her pussy. It seemed so safe to flirt so openly since, in the end, they both believed anything more was off-limits.
Kate readily imagined him going home, stripping the clothes off his wife and screwing her, all the while thinking of her and the look of desire in her eyes and how hot and hard she had made him. She herself wanted to rush into the changing room, pull up her skirt, and rub her gushing hot pussy. He was still talking to her, unashamed of the massive and obvious hard-on in his pants, excited that she was staring at it, staring himself at her erect nipples poking through her chemise and shirt. She found she was waving her hips side to side, wiggling back and forth, savoring the friction of her tight thong panties against her crotch. She wondered how wet her pussy was getting. She desperately wanted him to see her cum, and she wanted to see him cum.
Much to her annoyance, another customer asked her a question and she had to turn briefly away. When she turned back, the man was gone. After a few minutes of heavy breathing, she calmed down and refocused her attentions on her work.
Chapter I
Weeks went by during which I often thought about the mystery married man (as I came to think of him) who had come into my store and gotten me so hot. Sometimes, late at night, I pictured myself kissing him, undressing for him, licking him, rubbing my wet pussy up and down against his hard cock. These fantasies aroused me so greatly that I pictured much, much more. I saw him pressing his hard and lubricated cock against the entrance to my ass, something I had never allowed before. I imagined him between my thighs, licking me to orgasm in front of a crowd of on-lookers, I imagined myself bound tightly and naked while he kissed me, licked me, penetrated me, ravished me both softly and roughly.
In this high state of arousal, I found myself conducting "research" - looking at websites featuring unusual sexual activities (unusual for me, anyway) and fantasizing about doing some of those things, things like group sex, multiple partners, double penetration, public sex, lesbian sex, bondage, even sado-masochism. On a whim, I bought some clothespins at the grocery store one day and that night put a couple on my nipples. It was nasty, and the nastiness made me hotter. But, like my infatuation with my mystery married man, my fantasies were not really meant to come true. I was in the safety of my home, after all, just thinking, looking, reading, and touching myself. If my mystery married man hadn't made me so hot, I never would have even fantasized about these lewd activities. But now, a part of me longed for them, for the deep satisfaction I knew that my mystery married man would be able to give me or for some sexual substitute. I grew more aroused and more frustrated with every passing day.
I knew one woman who was a bit of a slut; well, not really a whore but the kind of woman who slept around quite a bit and had the frankness of someone who had "done" a few things and was not sorry about it. One day I asked her for coffee. I told her right out that I was considering being a little more adventurous sexually and wanted her advice.
"Oh, yeah? Like how adventurous, what kind of stuff?" She asked excitedly.
I blushed bright red. I hadn't exactly considered telling her anything about myself, but she wasn't the type to go talking nor likely to be shocked by any of my fantasies. "Well, for example, I have never before considered having a threesome, you know, with another woman involved. But now I'm thinking I might be open to giving it a try sometime."
"I've only done that once," she said. "It seems like such a big thing, you know, having this woman there in the room with you. It's no big deal being watched, but then do you ignore her or kiss her or eat her or what? Because you never imaged doing any such thing before, you know? But then, you're nude and horny and you're sucking on your guy's you know what while she is there just watching intently and the next thing you know you feel this tongue slipping around down there and it just feels so great that you go with it even though it's a girl that's doing it to you. Then your guy is on top of you and he feels so great deep inside you and she's biting your nipples and that feels really great. Then she kisses you and you taste yourself on her lips and it's not so gross and you start thinking maybe you should return the favor by eating her. You get down there, and you're really hot, and your guy is, maybe, behind you, you know? And she doesn't smell bad at all. She just smells sexy, really sexy. You realize that diving in will kinda be like diving into a refreshing pool of cool water, and you find you want to. And it's great. And afterwards you think, gee, that was fun, everyone had fun, your guy is totally grateful and why was I so worked up about this?"
