It started from the moment I met my wife.
I was happily married at the time, or so I thought, until she opened my eyes and set free the disires and passions that I didn't realize I had.
She was a new hire for the company, one of about a dozen. I first saw her walking through the halls on her orientation tour. I was immediately struck by her and she hasn't left my mind for a day since.
Jen is a very attractive woman. She stands about 5' 2" and has an athletic frame. Her face shines coyly from the frame of her flaxen hair and her stormy grey-blue eyes pierce right through to your soul.
Her breasts are proportionate to her frame, not too large nor too small. Just the right size that made them stand out firm and proud.
She had this way of smiling suggestively at you while her eyes seemed so alive, playful, that it made your pulse quicken and your breath pause.
I would learn later as we grew closer that her eyes would always betray her. She may say no, but they always belied the little vixen hiding, dancing, within.
Back then I had convinced myself I was a 'face' man. I was most interested about the overall beauty and attractiveness of a woman's face foremost, everything else came second. Jennifer did not disappoint me. Her face was amazing; however, it was what I saw after she passed me by that really set the hook.
Her sweet, round, pawg ass.
The way it swayed and sort of jiggled lightly as she took each step. I had seen this before, but she had something else. She walked with a power and a confidence that pulled everything together and screamed out loud that she knew how to use what God had given her.
If you have seen that walk you know exactly what I mean. It is that walk and sense of sexual energy that separates the pretty from the lusted.
As time went by we grew closer. I know now that she was seducing me. Relentlessly seducing me. I enjoyed every minute of it.
I left my wife and we moved in together. She did things to me that I had only seen in porn or read about in stories. It was fan-fucking-tastic.
She told me about things she had done, like having two men at once, about fucking her boyfriend while another guy watched through a window and prefering to swallow when she gave head.
We had sex in public. She would take off her clothes and masturbate while I drove her car. She introduced me to prostate stimulation while devouring the head of my cock like an ice cream cone in July. She pushed my boundaries, she challenged me. She owned me.
The natural course of events happened. We got married and had kids. The flames burned lower, but never out.
They would flare up every once in a while. Like the time we went skiing without the kids and as we lay in bed watching one of those dating shows she told me that if she went on that show she would kiss her date, maybe more.
After some proding she admitted she would fuck him. Even if she was married. We had fantastic sex as we talked about what she would do. The seed had been planted, by her.
Over the next few years it would come up while we had sex. More and more I talked about it, convinced it was I that was steering her.
I told her how sexy she was and how it excited me to think about it. I told her I had seen how men reacted to her and that I had watched her flirting before.
She would fuck me a little faster, a little harder and always came shuddering above me when I told her about my fantasies.
Most of all, she kept planting little seeds of suggestion along the way. Nothing big enough to shock me, just enough to leave me curious for more.
I never really thought it would go anywhere beyond talk or fantasy and honestly as much as I liked jerking off to the 'idea', I was not so sure about reality.
That was about to change.
We planned to have a few peole over one night. Nothing special, just a typical beer/wine thing and some munchies. Jen had invited a few people from her office. She had become much to succesful at my old company and found greener pastures and better pay across town.
Jen told me that there was a guy, Peter, at her office she wanted me to talk to about some design ideas so she had invited him. She had talked about him once in a while before. She told me that he was married, but that a lot of the girls at the office were trying to turn his head.
"Just like I turned yours", she laughed. If I had been paying attention then I would have seen the little vixen dancing in her eyes, but, then again, maybe I did and ignored it anyway...
Jen spent most of the day getting the house ready, preparing food and just doing the average hostess stuff. I noticed, however, that as the time got closer she prepared more like she was going on a date than having friends over for drinks.
She wore a new shelf bra that I had not seen before. It was that kind that lifts and holds the breasts from underneath. The white lace fringe dancing below her nipples and areoles, allowing them to be easily seen, and accessed if necessary.
Boy, did it work well. The lovely crowns of her breasts were rosy and so inviting contrasted against the innocent looking lace. The flesh of her breasts spilled slightly over the edge of the bra since she had grown a cup or so since having kids. I loved that look, that 'I am too big for my bra' look.
The bra matched a white lace thong she slipped on. The globes of her ass hanging there uncovered in the air. She hadn't worn a thong in years. Not since before the kids. I always told her how much I loved feeling her ass through sheer pants knwoing that there were no panties in the way. No grandma panties.
I saw my target and moved to run my hands over her exposed cheeks. This was nothing new. I worshiped her ass and she knew it. She liked it. Tonight, however, she frowned disapprovingly and told me that we didn't have time to mess around right now.
She finished dressing by throwing on a silvery-white silk blouse and a nice pair black silk pants. The shirt was open enough at the neck so that when she bent over someone was going to get a great view of her nipples open and inviting because of the shelf bra. The pants were some of my favorite because of the way they just glided over her ass and allowed for the free jiggle and sway that got me excited.
" Hey, you look fantastic! Who are you trying to impress?" Just looking at her was making me horny as hell.
