This smutty story focuses on the theme of cheating and unfaithfulness, which can entail a myriad of details and fetishes including, but not limited to, lust-based attraction, illicit acts, feelings of dominance and superiority, betrayal, corruption, humiliation, as well as thrills of a cuckold/cuckquean.
If such things are not to your liking then please do not read further. These are just fantasies to be enjoyed by those who find them appealing.
This particular one is in the line of cheating men and seductresses who get involved.
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It was a hot Saturday, yet the modern apartment was pleasantly cool inside, owing to the comforts of technology. Tracy plopped down onto the cozy bed, looking around. Her new place was fantastic. It wasn't perfect, but she was very happy with it regardless.
There was a surprising amount of space, divided among a tiled bathroom, a kitchen-living room and, of course, a bedroom. The furniture was all fresh and of modern design, most of it of various shades of soft blue, contrasting with clean, white walls. The quality of...everything, really, looked so brand-new as if it had barely seen any use.
Tracy didn't know anything about the previous tenants, but during her time apartment-hunting the discovery of this particular one was like a gift from the heavens. There were a few gripes, of course, like its noticeable distance from her new job, but everything else was as perfect as she could reasonably hope for. Most importantly, it had a very fair, surprisingly low in fact, rent. The reasons why were unknown and of little concern, considering that most of various living spaces available for lease weren't something the 23 year old college graduate could afford. For now, anyway.
It was quiet and calm, the only sounds and disturbances coming from the hum of air conditioning. Sunlight illuminated everything brightly, passing without an issue through the glass walls at the side of the two main rooms. There wasn't a balcony past said walls, either.
Her expressive, brown eyes scanned the yet-unfamiliar walls. She wasn't feeling at home just yet...in fact, she was, understandably, feeling quite worried about her immediate future. She had just left her old life behind -- her city, her college...her boyfriend. He couldn't really move with her and if she had to be honest with herself, she was kinda glad about it. She felt slightly bad about her breakup, but it was her life and she wouldn't spend it with somebody she didn't really feel a spark for.
And so, it was only natural to feel uncertain and worried, like a young fish swimming into the deeper waters for the first time. Especially so that she felt so alone, without friends, family or a man she could depend on anywhere around her. The cold, empty world around was so much easier to deal with when one wasn't without any supportive shoulder to assist her in staying afloat.
The cold, eerily silent dread forcibly dispersed as Tracy answered with hard, self-driven optimism. True, there were many fears to be felt, but all the unknown could just as well be exciting to explore and discover. And the lack of friends, or a man she really wouldn't mind looking at, was always alleviated in the same way -- by smiling boldly and venturing out into the world.
The building was a tall one, as well as relatively thin. The architects clearly favored height over width. This resulted in two apartments adjacent to each other on each side of the building, making it four in total per floor. Those were connected via fire-proofed corridors to the primary hall with the elevator and emergency stairs.
It meant that Tracy would be sharing quite a while with a second apartment right next to hers. And she already knew it wasn't empty. Today being Saturday, she counted on her new neighbors to be home, her first step into meeting people she could trust and depend on. Well, hopefully -- it wouldn't be as great if the neighbors turned out to be weirdos of better or worse variety.
The only large mirror in the house was the one in the bathroom, classically above the sink. Tracy strolled over to inspect herself, checking if she still looked presentable.
She smiled at her reflection. It wasn't bragging to say she was sexy. She was beautiful, gorgeous even, and she knew it. A small, cute, upturned nose, full, shapely lips with just the bit of a natural, inherent pout. Her eyes were large and expressive, her irises hazel. They also had somewhat of a perpetual 'bedroom' look to them, which for obvious reasons did the exact opposite of diminishing her charm.
Her hair was of medium length, brown color and it was quite lustrous. She usually had it in a comfortable, low ponytail, switching to a higher, tighter version during her workouts. She usually used only a light touch of makeup, sometimes just her deep red colored lipstick, sometimes nothing at all. It was all just icing on the fact that she was a real knock-out.
As mentioned, Tracy worked out. She wasn't some fitness freak, spending most of her time exercising, but she did plenty to stay fit, strong and healthy. And it showed, as each and every straight man could attest to. Her legs were full of supple muscle, her hips were wide and just the right amount of thick. Her butt was a bubble butt, and so tight that her muscles felt rock-hard to the touch were she to really squeeze her asscheeks.
Her waist was nice and slim, with her abdominal muscles taut and, for a woman, ideally defined on her flat tummy. She even made sure to workout upper-torso strength, just for balance. And, despite all the exercise and healthy nutrition, she never lost the tiniest bit of her very prominent assets. Her breasts were large and perky, and she hadn't been with a man who didn't love telling her what an 'irresistible rack' she had.
Tracy always made sure to wear form-fitting, flattering clothes, without going overboard. Currently she had a rather low-cut, white tank top, that ended a fair bit above her midriff, leaving her cute belly button in plain view. It was rather exposing, but to her excuse, it was quite hot outside. Below, she wore snug yoga pants which were mostly white, save for a fancy, black-colored dragon design on her right leg.
'Okay, I look kinda slutty,' she thought to herself. On her way to the apartment she got plenty of stares, after all. She stretched and turned around a bit, admiring as much of her reflection as she could see in the mirror. 'Mmm, but I do look hot, don't I?"
Most of the bags in the apartment still laid unopened, their contents hidden inside. Tracy realized that if she would begin browsing for a slightly more casual and appropriate attire for a friendly neighborhood visit she would spend half a day unpacking and then another half deciding for the optimal outfit.
On the other hand, that meant there was still a lot of work to be done before workday on Monday. So, might as well just throw caution to the wind and get it over with.
Tracy stepped out the bathroom and put her daily sports shoes. She much preferred wearing them on her day-to-day, rather than some nightmarishly uncomfortable heels. There was also the option of going fully casual by wearing flip-flops, but that would be from one extreme to the other.
The corridor lighted up as motion sensors detected movement. Tracy didn't lock her door behind herself, out of convenience. Entrances to the two apartments were directly opposite of each other, and the smooth, dark wood of the doors looked elegant and tasteful.
She stepped over to her neighbors' doors, feeling slightly anxious. Like an uncomfortable, dry feeling itching at the back of her throat. It accompanied her short walk, and her ringing of the doorbell. She hoped it wouldn't be too jarring, desiring to make as polite impression as possible.
There was a rather pleasant noise heard through the door. Tracy relaxed with a sigh, mentally steeling herself. It was quiet, her feeling of anxiety and the sound of her heartbeat keeping her uncomfortable company.
The door opened suddenly, startling her. She didn't hear the footsteps.
"Hi!" she said reflexively, smiling widely.
It was a man who opened the door. And Tracy's eyes widened, her mouth parting just a bit more.
He was handsome. Real handsome. And tall, quite taller than her. He had short brown hair, with a slightly unkempt look to it. He had brown eyes, and a natural, friendly look, a just-right nose for his face and a pronounced, masculine jaw. His expression carried a roguish, pleasant smile and confident, charming gaze.
She felt her anxious feeling do a somersault, doubling in strength. It felt as if her slight discomfort solidified into a tight, black, rubber ball, tugging on her strongly beating heart like trying to pull it into her throat with a rope, turning her worry of just making a good first impression into a desire to be as womanly attractive as she could manage.
It turned the slight discomfort at wearing rather exposing clothing, no longer necessary for the high temperature outside, into soft, calming gladness that her clothes were flattering and accentuating her charm and appeal as they clung tightly and comfortably to her soft, slightly tingling skin. It was freeing, enabling her to relax at least in that part of her, opening up to take in her feelings of desire and interest.
