The Story of Colleen
Tall, leggy and dishwater blond, Colleen is the kind of woman who exudes sexuality just by walking into the room. Attractive without being a knockout, her breasts, hips, legs and ass are all nicely portioned and a sex-maniac's, like me, dream. Her lips are full and her mouth is soft, sensual and she knows how to use it as she demonstrated more than once in some out of the way parking lot during lunch. Her ass is a nice shape, round, ripe and she knows how to use it, bending over at work, showing it off whenever I'm looking, knowing I'm a sucker when it comes to a fine ass.
Having tried romance in a marriage before and failing, I married Colleen because her mind is as kinky as mine and the sex is fantastic.
When we first met, at work, Colleen was married to someone else, but she had no problem cheating on her husband and not just with me. The first day she showed up at work she began the flirting almost immediately. She initiated everything and consequently, the pursuit was short and obvious.
She seduced me until I submitted to her charms.
It started when I was looking for a secretary to type an urgent report. The gal in our department was off work so I ventured across the room to the other side. As I neared her desk, her naughty eyes sparkled. After a quick explanation, I asked for her help. Batting her eyelids, she asked what was in it for her. At first I didn't catch on, but finally asked her what she wanted.
"How about a drink after work?"
And after one meeting we began a passionate, erotic affair.
We fucked like rabbits, anywhere and everywhere. I couldn't get enough of her and her incredible body. She was hot, passionate, and nasty, a combination I found irresistible.
We got off on the sneaking around, trying not to get caught yet openly flaunting our affair as we drove off from work together. And there was the highlighted thrill of illicit lust.
Part exhibitionist, part dare-devil, Colleen seemed ripe for anything, and the racier the better. The kinkier the sex the more she likes it.
If I had been a normal man I might have left things alone, satisfied with the wild sex with no strings attached, continuing our illicit affair, but I wanted her all to myself so I pressured her to leave her husband and marry me. I told her that no one would ever appreciate her unusual, nasty tastes the way I do, and I said that I loved her for them. Who else, I asked, wanted to know all the details of her past love life?
Most of the time, I probed her about her past as my mouth and tongue wandered up her thighs toward the heaven between. Already turned on just by the sight of her nudity, I would ask her about her affairs, imploring her to relate explicit particulars about her other lovers. I was getting off on the knowledge that she had many wild experiences to choose from, since she had spent most of her adult life seeking different ways and different people to pursue her needs.
Fulfilling one of my favorite fantasies, she's even had a threesome, with a man and his wife. Seems the guy was pounding from behind as Colleen enjoyed the woman's pussy the way I enjoyed Colleen's.
Before marrying me, she sat me down and asked very seriously if I was positive about getting hitched. Setting love aside, I told her I had never met anyone who liked to fuck and play around as much as she did. Our libidos seemed perfectly matched. I envisioned a male's
Perfect scenario: all the fucking you could stand with a beautiful and sexy woman, then being left alone to pursue my other hobbies. I explained that I loved her kinky, wild behavior and wanted to be a daily part of it.
Shaking her head, she told me I better be sure about the union because once we were married, things would be different. Alas, like most men, my listening skills are limited; I only hear what I want to hear and not what is being said. I wanted her too much to let her actual meaning enter my lust-driven mind.
Finally, I wore her down and was able to convince her to leave her husband. It took all of my artful persuasion though, pointing out that I was a lot better off financially than he was, by a long ways, and the security appealed to Colleen. As a sign of my devotion, and ability to treat her like a queen, I gave her a thousand dollar diamond necklace.
I also pointed out that I was a soft touch and reveled in going along with her nasty, kinky escapades.
The last part, reminding her of how pliable I was, might have been the clinching aspect of the deal.
Looking back on it, I think I opened a door that made her realize she could control me with her nasty behavior.
At the time I felt we were like twisted twin beings in our mutual desire and that we would be willing partners in everything we did.
Little did I know as I pleaded my case that she was already plotting the next steps down the perverted path of my sexual destiny.
Soon after the marriage ceremony we began to explore new adventures. We didn't discuss what we were going to do; we just sort of grew into them. I wondered how long into our new marriage it would take before things got a bit kinky.
As we settled down and the novelty wore off, things starting changing. Arriving home at my usual time I was surprised that Colleen wasn't there yet. Ordinarily she got home long before I did. Throwing on a couple of steaks I started dinner when I heard her enter.
"Getting home a little late aren't we?" I said, kidding.
"Am I?" she said as she went into the bedroom. Following her, I watched as she began to disrobe tossing articles aside as she went to the bathroom. The steaks were forgotten as I envisioned a quick romp before dinner.
Picking up the discarded articles of clothing, I chuckled, calling out to the other room, "I remember when I was the reason you were late getting home." Again I attempted to draw her into some playful banter, recalling the days when she and I snuck off someplace before she went home to her husband.
"Do you?" she said from the depths of the bathroom.
"Yes. And I remember why you were late," I teased.
"And why was that?" As she reentered the bedroom, she wrapped her robe around her and knotted the belt tightly.
"Well, it seemed you were engaged in some rather sordid affairs that a good wife wasn't supposed to be engaged in." I smiled at the memory.
"You remember those times?"
Bringing her worn panties to my nose, I sniffed the crotch before adding them to the hamper. "You bet I remember. Those days were the time of my life."
"Too bad you gave it up."
She sat at the vanity and rubbed her hair with a large towel. Her robe parted at the top and the slopes of her breasts appeared.
