Authors Note
: This is a second story about a man torn between two women. It is told from the other woman's point of view. If you haven't read the first, please do so. Thanks. My special thanks to
hkf999
for editing the story and to
Submissioness
for her help.
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Hi there. My name is Candi Deetry. I am a young woman with a strong appetite for men. I can't help it. I'm made that way. I've got a very healthy body, with curves that drive a lot of men crazy. I have to work hard to keep myself in shape. It has paid off for me for most of my life.
I don't have trouble with most other people and am very outgoing. Women, in particular married women, seem to be so intimidated by my looks. They call me nasty names. They think that I only live to steal their men. That is not true. I wish they would just chill.
I never try to steal a man away from someone else. I can't stop a man from running to me, though. Right?
I have never asked a man to dump his wife for me, either. Besides, I have plenty of men knocking at my door, without me needing to steal away anyone. Maybe, if they would just take care of things at home, their men wouldn't run away. You've probably heard that before, but it's true. Deal with it. Stop being mad at any woman such as me for wanting to have sex with a man, when you don't.
Like most women, I think, I am looking for the Mr. Right to come along. I just spend more time and energy looking, than most. I even thought I had him a time or two. Finding him, girls, takes a lot of work and patience. I know it will pay off in the end.
Have I had a lot of boyfriends? Maybe. I've been around the block a few times. I'm not a whore, though. I'm not sleazy. I don't have STDs. Most of my boyfriends have to wear a condom. Not all, but honestly, do you make your husband wear one? Anyway, I'm classy, not sleazy. If you knew me, you'd know.
Am I a nymphomaniac? I don't think so, if I understand the word. I think I've got more control than that. I've been called that at times. Even Tom teased me about that. He would sometimes call me his little sweet nympho. I didn't mind. He was a man's man, my man. I knew he loved me.
And speaking of Tom. He is a sweet and kind man. He is gentle, yet strong. He tries not to be shy, but it's hard for him. It's also one of the things that's so attractive about him. I don't think any man put more effort into trying to please two women than he did, so back off.
For the record, I never put down his wife to him or begged him to leave her. I knew that if he were truly mine that I would have him in the end.
Now, I'll not lie. I did everything I could, when I was with him, to show how much he meant to me. I showed him I needed and wanted him. I wanted him to have no doubt that I was serious about him…about us. Any interested girl would do the same. Right? You know I'm right!
Did we have sex? Of course, but more importantly, we made love. We loved each other and that's that. It was beautiful. It was pure. So, drop it.
Getting To Know Tom
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Now, let me tell you about the whole "affair," as they call it. Then maybe you can understand exactly how we came to fall in love.
I first saw Tom shortly after I moved in. It was a pretty afternoon and I was bringing in some groceries. I looked up the street and saw him out in his yard. He must have been hot and sweaty. He pulled off his tee shirt. He took my breath and I believe there was an instant attraction. I wanted to run up the street and offer him a cool drink. Maybe even help him out of the rest of those hot clothes. I didn't though. Even though the thought made me very horny, I knew his wife would kill me before I got within 50 feet from him. Her, or any of the other women in the neighborhood. They branded me without really knowing me…Anyway…
He finally looked my way and our eyes met from the distance. I wanted to blow him a kiss, but chose a cute hand wave instead. He waved back. My eye sight is pretty darn good too and I saw him smile.
A couple of times, as I carried more things into the house, I glanced up to see him watching me. He tried to make like he wasn't staring, but a girl knows. Right then, I had the strongest feeling that we would be together.
A few days later, I saw him again at lunch. I walk to lunch from my work. As I left the building, that day, I saw Tom walk by. He looked so handsome, strong, and powerful in that suit he wore. However, I could tell he was shy by the way he acted. He saw me, waved, said a hello, and kept walking. Well…he was going my way. So I quickly joined up with him and kept pace.
"Got that lawn under control," I chuckled.
"Or maybe it's got me," he replied as we joined smiles and he laughed.
His face reddened slightly. Yep, he was fighting his shyness, but he liked me. It just felt so right walking beside him. Yeah…I had a warm feeling about this one.
"Hi, I'm…uh…I mean I'm Tom Canton."
He stopped, turned, and looked right into my eyes. Oh, his eyes spoke volumes to me. I stood there in a daze, when all of the sudden, I realized his hand was stretched out to me. He was slightly embarrassed for holding his hand out so long without me taking it. We then shook hands and he held mine for more than a moment.
"Sorry. I'm Candi Deetry. But you can call me anytime…I mean Candi."
"Oooo. Then, by all means call me Tom. I mean we are neighbors, right?'
"Absolutely, and what are neighbors for." I winked. We laughed again and proceeded to walk.
"Well, where do you eat, Candi?"
"Usually I grab a salad at Tony's Grill, and you?"
"The Come Hungry Buffet and Lounge."
"Oh? Is it good?"
"Not sure about the salads, but yeah. I think so."
"I might like to try that. Do you mind?"
"No, why not."
Is Love On The Menu:
We walked in and sat in a booth. While waiting for our food, I noticed that most people seemed to think we were a couple. Tom never even corrected the waitress when she addressed us as though I were the "little woman." Well I was his woman. He just didn't know it yet, the sweet man.
It didn't matter anyway. I was happy and thought we made the perfect couple. I'll have to show you our picture sometime.
After eating, we were given a single ticket. Before I could return from visiting the ladies room, Tom had paid for us. That was sweet. Trust me ladies, I've had some jack asses before, who took me out and expected me to pay. That is such a turn off.
Just to let you know. The salads weren't the best, but the company was.
Starting from the next day. It became our thing. I waited for him outside at lunch and we went on our little noontime "dates." Ok, so maybe they weren't "dates." Well…yes they were. We just didn't make out or anything. Only occasional touching or brushing, at least for a while.
Maybe I doted over him at times, but I could tell he liked the attention. He is a man. And he would always get me laughing with his cute jokes or stories. If nothing else, the way he told them and his facial expressions would pull you right in. You'd have to laugh.
Maybe I was being naughty, but I quickly began dressing for his attention. Not quite as toned down as usual. I tried to wear either a nice blouse or dress that accented my breasts. My dresses were just long enough; and, my pant suits accentuated my round ass. I've been told I have a nice one and I dressed to impress…Tom, if no one else.
I'm telling you, one look at me and his eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. He actually started touching me more. He also started talking in hushed sexy tones and brushing up to me more. Sure, he was a gentleman and I knew it was hard for him, being married, not to throw his arms around me. But I could tell, we were both falling fast.
Girls, I tell you. He'd sometimes get a hard on right there in the restaurant. And it happened more than once. He tried to hide it. I saw though, and I smiled, letting him know it was alright. Hey, I was flattered. What could I say? He wanted me bad and I knew if he weren't married…mmmm…Well like I said, he would come to me in the end. And I couldn't quite talk myself into just grabbing it in his pants. Not then. The poor man would probably have had a stroke. But, I was…wet…very wet too, ya know?
We got much closer. I couldn't wait till he would just take me into his strong arms and ravish me. He was making me very horny every time we were together. It took a lot of resolve and focus on the future, not to just take him and me to paradise whether he wanted it or not.
I started moving things forward a little for both of us. I brought papers in at times to show him, so that I could sit right next to him. I would ask his advice, even when I didn't really need it. I would let a hand fall gently on his leg while pointing something out with the other.
That's when I would see him paying more attention to my cleavage than the papers. I couldn't help, but smile, when a tent would form in his pants. The powerful feeling you get at a time like that is something only a woman can know. It's sexy and incredible to realize you have turned him on so much, that there is not much blood left in his brain to think with. It's all rushed into that wonderful tool, which is hidden in his pants. Once, I showed him some photos of me, on the beach, in a bikini. He got so hard. His breath was erratic. He excused himself quickly to the men's room. When he returned he was fine. Ahhhhh, I know. That's not fair.
He is a fine man too. Sally didn't really know what she had.
Tom and I both got off work before his wife did. It seemed a shame, for him to be at home all alone, while my house was falling apart. Well…I mean, we both had our needs. Yes, I could have called a boyfriend at the time, but they weren't as good as Tom. They just wanted to get into my pants. You know how that is. A short romp with a condom stretched boyfriend was only a temporary solution, at best. Tom cared.
When I would get home I'd call him to come help me fix something. He never said, "No." You just don't know how hard it was with him in my house. I wanted to rape him right there. Instead I had to settle for brushing up against him and "accidentally" flashing him. Maybe petting him at times by "mistake." I always thanked him and left no doubt in his mind. For me, I knew that after he'd leave, I'd be masturbating, for sure.
Occasionally, I would walk him out. Maybe give him a light hug.
"Is there anything you need me to do, Tom?"
"Uh…No Candi. Thanks. I've got to get home."
"Thank you, Tom." He would start to walk away.
"Tom," I said as sexy as I could. He would stop for a minute and turn. "You can drop by anytime…for anything. You know that, right sweety?"
He'd smile with that big sexy grin. Then turn and walk away.
