Vixen

Vixen is a story that involves working adults. All characters are somewhere in their 30's.

She was the type of predator that liked to meet your wife as your friend. She felt a power when she would look into the eyes of this woman, knowing she is about to ruin her life. It was all an innocent game to her. To find a mutual attraction with the man in a couple and create a "friendly" bond. She was the type of predator that liked to wait. It would always be safe between the boundary. The longer it took the more delicious. The more sinister. This creature was nay demon nor witch, She was a human. Yet her motivation in life seemed mythical. Those whom know her story are in awe. She was a human predator. A huntress of the 21st century. She first laid eyes on John in the subway train of all places. She spotted him across the cart on her way to work. She admired his bulky build. Fit with a lot of body. He could lift her up to the ceiling with ease no doubt. He could take her, and she would not be able to stop him. A dangerous prey.

John caught the 7:15 ride into the city where he worked real estate, dressed sharp in an Armani suit with crisp edges, and was ready to close a deal. Henry didn't carry a suitcase, everything he needed was on his computer tablet. John did carry a golden pen in his chest pocket in place of where a pocket square might be tucked in neatly. The pen matches his hair color, almost a golden white. He was naturally blonde with a slick crew cut. Many blonde people naturally have blue eyes, but John's eyes are hazel brown, confident and alert with a face that comfortably relaxed into a focused smile. He looked straight ahead, or at his tablet the whole time, never noticing the discrete glances coming from across the train cart.

Like clock work, the very next day our predator searched for John at the stations platform. When she spied him she approached him, "Excuse me," she said in a sweet innocent voice, "excuse me sir. Can you tell me how to get to 4th street?". Fourth street is also where John was heading into work. He welcomed her question declaring himself to be heading that way too and happy to make sure she arrives there, for which she thanked him. He introduced himself and she in turn gave him a name. She complimented him on his suit and asked about his work, and they chatted casually on the train ride into the city. She lied about hearing from a friend about this coffee place on 4th street that she was curious about. John filled in the banks for her, "Joe's? Joe's Coffee Shop is where I go! They have a nice mocha cappuccino." She performed interest in him as he relished in the attention. As they arrived at the stop they gave warm goodbye to each other and parted ways.

John came home that night to his wife Fiona. He told her about his day as he lay back on the carpet in front of the coach where Fiona sat. Her arms coming down over his shoulders to hands rubbing his wide chest. He loved her.

He looked up at his wife Fiona. Her long dark hair fell below her face and flowed back over her shoulder. She always had a mischievous smile when she looked at him. It was her secret language, a look she only gave to him. Her look was like a feeling of home to John. He could tell her anything, the loved and affection he gets from her never ends. Two weeks go by when one night John come home from work and is back against the couch sitting with Fiona sharing each others days when he mentions the woman, he had run into her again at the coffee shop. She ordered him a mocha latte. The latte art was a heart, she had requested from the barista. John explained that he recommended the cappuccino but she was convinced the latte is a better drink. It was all very cute.

Fiona was not insecure. She had no concerns about John mentioning the woman. They were open with each other. John freely discussed many encounters with women, Fiona does too even though they are rare. In her routine, she doesn't have much opportunity to meet new people. She had even mentioned in the past feelings of wanting to meet new friends. John was naturally an open personality. The next day John once again saw the woman whom was this time traveling in another direction but had time waiting for the train to chat. John knew the city well and recommended that if she were to going that way again to check out the comedy club, and that it's his wife's favorite place. The woman demonstrated a strong interest in both the club and his wife. This inspired John to suggest they all go out to the comedy club sometime. "How about this Saturday night?" The woman asked.

That Saturday John and Fiona met with the woman from the train at the comedy club. The couple waited outside when our predator approached them. Right away she went straight for an awkward hug with Fiona, the type of hug with t-rex arms, not fully extended out, but rather tucked in like chicken wings. Stepping away from the hug the women introduced themselves, it was here that Fiona caught the eyes of the other woman, she was exotic and beautiful, clearly from a different culture. In her eyes Fiona saw something she clearly did not recognize, but rather than read into it, she wrote it off as nervous excitement. She would not have guessed that the woman was in that moment playing over in her head, different scenarios of how Fiona will discover that she has taken John from him. Next, the woman placed a hand on John while not quite breaking eye contact with Fiona. This was a pro trick, she was gaging Fiona's comfort level with her around John. To her satisfaction, Fiona was completely oblivious to what she was doing. Having checked the boxes, she then moved her attention from Fiona to John and greeted him with a friendly tone. Shortly after, the three of them headed in to find a table.

They sat close enough to the stage that one of the stand up performers engaged with John for a part of his bit. It was all laughs as the comedian with no hesitation proceeded to question John about his life and then pick apart his answers twisting the responses into witty humor. The woman skillfully showed a balanced interest in connecting with both Fiona and John as to not set off any alarms for either of them to detect what her true intentions. All in all, the night was a success; John enjoyed a night out with Fiona and was happy to see she has made a new friend, while the she-wolf achieved her mission getting closer to John without raising any flags. The night ended with an exchange of phone numbers and a group text being created, for future plans.

Despite Fiona's attempts, it was rare for the two ladies to make plans on their own, usually it was when all three of them were together that attempts at a gathering came to fruition. It was usually a meet up at Joe's coffee, or board games at the house with dinner and wine. A few times the ladies did meet up to try a yoga class together but the class schedule was tricky to work into the woman's routine, at least thats what she said. Over the course of three months, this vixen got to know the attractive couple more intimately, and was a welcomed friend of their home. With their defenses down, our she-devil could feel the time to strike was near.

One night, the three of them were at the lover's apartment enjoying some post board-game wine and sharing laughs. They were all sitting on the floor when Fiona got up to go get ready for bed. When she left the room there was an opening. The woman rose to her hands and knees and crawled over to the couch that John was sitting against. As she did this, she gave John a nice view down her blouse as her dumplings jiggled one in front of the other, squeezed between her elbows as she crawled closer. She had seen many times, how Fiona would sit behind him and rub his chest. She studied every stroke, the speed, the grace, the softness of Fiona's touch. Now she was ready to put her knowledge to the test, she climbed into position behind John, looking down at him. He was completely vulnerable, not usually a big drinker, but tonight she coaxed him into really letting go with the dessert wine.

John's mind was comfortably numb. His body was reacting to what felt so normal. He was where he liked to be, on the throne of his kingdom, comforted by the loving hands of a woman. She felt just like Fiona. He leaned back parting her legs and snuggled between them as she continued petting him. He was like putty, soft and ready for her to mold and manipulate, it gave her such pleasure to feel the power over him. With his eyes closed and his scalp being massaged, his thoughts and emotions began to mix, like a soft love potion brewing inside of him. He looked up and opened his eyes to see the absence of Fiona looking right back into his eyes. In her place were the eyes of a beautiful creature that could see right through him and shared in his unspoken desire for more.

She knew that in order for this to work, he would have to be the one to make the first move. From experience, she knew that without a layer of guilt, John would be able to pull away and end everything, explaining to Fiona that it was her fault. But if John reaches up for the kiss, then the burden of shame marks him. Gazing into each other's eyes, just two inches away from each other, she slowly dropped her head closer and closer. She could go 90% of the way, but the last 10% was all his to claim. John gave in. He could hear the shower still running and knew he could risk this moment without getting caught. He succumbed to his desire and reached up to meet her lips. The kiss itself was nothing wild, it was a sweet and tender peck. She continued to brush his hair and pulled away never breaking eye contact.

John searched for a reaction in her face, fearing to look up and see an expression of horror on her face. Instead, she remained calm and maintained her look of affection towards him. They understood it was safe to go back for more. This time the kiss was a bit more bold, with tongues dancing between their mouths. Her hands continued rubbing his chest inching up his shirt, bit by bit until she made skin to skin contact with his abs. He reciprocated her touches, brushed the hair behind her ear, then pulling her in for more kisses.

The shower had stopped, and it was a snap back to reality for John. Fiona! He looked towards the doorway where he expected her to emerge from, and now it was her turn to make a move. her hand moved under his chin and guided him up for one more kiss. It was all or nothing now. John could feel the alarm in his head slipping away as she beckoned him back to the romantic moment. Fiona would not come back immediately, she would have to dry off and put clothes on, plenty of time. John could feel a struggle with his inner dialogue trying to justify the situation. What he was doing was definitely a betrayal of the woman he loves, and yet his primal urges were blurring the lines. He needed a little push.

As John checked the door once more, his ear became vulnerable for an attack. A soft blow, and playful nibble sent him over the edge. He leaned back throwing his head up into her lap and was again seduced. He could feel goosebumps run down his body, and the blood in his veins flowing. He was showing symptoms of arousal, mainly, a bulge emerging from his pants. Objective complete, the woman thought to herself. She pulled away from John and cleared her throat, "ahem, mmm, well..."

She might have completed her mission for the night, but poor John was just warming up. His mind began to race as she stood up and walked towards the door to the bedroom. He studied her figure seeing her in a new light. This beautiful creature, in a short, skin-tight dress. She hadn't adjusted her mini skirt which had rode up from sitting in the couch. Her firm ass teased John as she stepped. She stopped at the door frame and sweetly called out to Fiona. As she poked her head into the bedroom seeking Fiona, her legs parted as one lifted off the ground to counter her balance. John's eyes went wide as he hungrily examined a visible wet spot on her red thong.

John saw Fiona's naive face appeared next to the vixen. She whispered in Fiona's ear and then pecked her cheek. Shocked at her first kiss of friendship, Fiona looked past her over to John and their eyes met. John read confusion on her face and imagined the worst. Fiona knew, she could see everything in his face. His eyes darkened back in his sockets. His shame took ahold of him and flipped his world upside down into a nightmare. His life as he knew it shrunk into nothing, and what next? Fear rose over John as he pondered this question. A life was meaningless without Fiona, for him. He was crushed so emotionally he almost passed out. But a glimmer of rage saved him from loosing consciousness, 'that bitch! she had the nerve to kiss Fiona after everything!' Truthfully, all his anger was justified. For a moment, he saw her for the succubus she really was.

He looked back up from over by the couch, and saw that she was gone. Fiona, wrapped in a comfortable rose and black robe, made her way over to him and snuggled up to John. His intoxication rose from his confusion over what was happening. From down the hall he heard the front door close. Fiona took in a deep breath and purred an exhale. Her head was resting on his shoulder and her hand flat on his chest. "Let's go to sleep," Fiona said tugging his arm. He collected his feet under him and stood up. He was hit by a once again, familiar close to any regular night. He was relieved and tired. There was too much swirling in his mind, but the alcohol numbed this feeling. He changed out of his clothes and hit a warm shower.