This is a non-consent fantasy story, it is a fantasy. If you are likely to be triggered do not read.
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"Oh my God." Hannah was practically crying with joy. "And it is all wrapped up now? No paper trail?"
"All wrapped up." I replied coldly. I had just saved Hannah's ass big style. The glossy finish of the cabinets in her ritzy London flat caught my eye.
She hugged me, her breasts clasped into my tightly. I did not pass up the opportunity to feel her body on mine. Hannah was a natural brunette with a great body. I had admired her for years.
"Tell Lisa I am forever in both your debt." She smiled as she hugged me, she leaned back from the embrace and looked up into my eyes adoring.
Hannah was my wife's best friend. She was the best-looking of her friends with large breasts, a killer hourglass body, and a pert bum that took hours of work. We were alone in her flat and I did not pass up the opportunity to rest my hands delicately just above her pert ass. I would not have dared to have been so hands-on hand my wife Lisa had been present.
"It was easy to do it for you." I said in a friendly tone. Our embrace ended and I stepped back and perched on a stool in the kitchen island. It was a lovely flat and Hannah even dressed down Hannah looked stunning. She was wearing yoga pants and a tank top. She needed me and she was never afraid to use her sexuality to sweeten men around her.
"You are the best. You should probably get back to Lisa and tell her."
I had just prevented Hannah from getting sacked from her lucrative job, and she was already trying to push me out the door. "What's the rush? I thought we might have a glass of that fine wine of yours."
When I first met my wife, Lisa, she and Hannah were inseparable. I had always lusted after Hannah though; any chance I got to touch her or see her I took.
I remember once my wife had been shopping with Hannah and she had shown me a picture of Hannah in some underwear. I had jerked off to that for weeks. Once at a party, I had even stolen a pair of Hannah's silk panties. She was my fantasy woman.
Hannah's life had been one success after another, marriage to a rich guy, and a successful career in the marketing division of the company where we worked. However, in recent years her success had gone into reverse, her husband left her for a younger woman, and she was riddled with debt and had made mistakes at work.
"Do you know why I covered for you?"
"Because Lisa asked you to?" She smirked.
I knew I had to seize the initiative. I had the upper hand, but this was still going to be a duel. "Because it gave me a chance to see you without Lisa around. It gave me an opportunity to look at your body, the body I have lusted after for years." I looked at her, my face was flat and serious as though I was delivering bad news in a hospital.
Hannah went crimson. "What?" She looked embarrassed.
I approached her and she backed away but she had nowhere to go. I towered over the gorgeous 28-year-old. I put my hands on her waist. I could see her double D breasts almost fully from above, they were not flattered by the sports bra she was wearing which concealed them. I cupped her chin and made her look me in the eyes. Her eyes tried to find focus elsewhere but quickly locked onto me.
"This is the perfect way to start our affair." She tried to look away again, but I grabbed her cheeks pinching them together and made her look at me. "You want me, and I am going to have you."
"No, Steve, I don't want you, I don't want this." She was starting to well up.
"Crying is really ugly." I ran my hand through her hair gently and reassuringly. "I just want you to say thank you properly for all I have done for you. Now, I am going to go to the toilet, go and have a seat, and think about how you are going to say thank you." I released her and walked out of the room. I looked back and winked at Hannah, she already looked broken.
When I returned Hannah was already on the large L-shaped sofa, with her legs to one side perched on one cushion. I walked past her without a word. I grabbed a beer from the fridge and joined her on the sofa. I took a big swig from the beer as I let the silence ring.
"So?"
"Well, I don't know. What are you asking." She tried to regain some composure.
"Ten minutes, really? And that is what you come up with?" I was happy, but I had to assert myself on the situation. "You might be hot, but Christ, you are dumb."
"Steve, please, don't be horrid. I can do something, pay you, clean your house." She was sounding desperate.
"No, you sound silly." I let the silence linger again.
"Ok, I have been thinking about what you said. Maybe, if you want, we could go on a date, and we could see."
"Hmm, that sounds ok. We already know each other though. Carry on, next idea."
"Ok, look, I could probably make out with you, for a bit."
