I'm George. I and married to my wife, Linda for three years. We both are 27. We started dating in college. I fell in love with her at first sight. She had short brown hair and a cute smile. When we started talking I noticed that she was a very simple woman. And that's what I liked in her. The other girls I had previously dated were complete sluts. Linda was completely different. She was gentle and was good at heart. We got married as soon as we graduated and had a good job.
Our first night was pretty good. Sure she was inexperienced like the other girls I had dated but she was good. Her B-cup breasts were quite small compared to the other girls I had been with. Her hair was short and blonde. She had a few extra pounds than required but who cares? I had found the love of my life.
As we kept getting promotions and got richer, we finally bought our dream house- a nice big bungalow. Life was good.
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It was the first time Linda had to go on an office trip for a week. I dropped Linda at the airport and came back home. I had just started cooking for myself when the doorbell rang. I opened the door to see Kylie, our next door neighbour. "Hi", she said with a smile. "Hey", I replied with the same enthusiasm. "I thought you'd be lonely as Linda is out for a week. Can I come in?" she said. "Of course", I said as I stepped aside to let her in.
Kylie was a very friendly woman. Linda and she often chatted and they both were great friends. They both shared their secrets with each other.
Kylie was a beautiful woman, gorgeous in fact. She was two years younger than me and Linda. Her body was very fit. She regularly attended the gym to keep herself in shape and she had the body to show for it. She was wearing a dark green tank top which fit to her body like a second skin and tight blue jeans which moulded to her shapely legs. Her breasts were very large, larger than most women. And she had full shiny black hair than cascaded down to her mid-back. It was beautiful with just the right amount of curls at the end. As she entered my apartment, I couldn't help but notice her round ass. It was round and heart shaped and it jiggled a little as she walked. She wore tight clothing to highlight her body.
Kylie was divorced. Her husband, Troy had had sex with another woman and Kylie was heartbroken. She immediately divorced him. She got the house she was staying in. What I couldn't understand was why would a man with such a beautiful wife waiting for him would want to cheat? And I knew Troy very well. He was a good man. He had been loyal. He had divorced his first wife because she had cheated on him. And now he had done the very thing which had caused his first divorce. But that's none of my business.
Now I don't want to sound like a pervert but when a woman is this beautiful, you certainly notice her, right? However beautiful a woman might be, I wasn't going to try to seduce her and cheat on my wife. Besides Kylie was a good woman, friendly and helpful. She was genuine. If she said she just came here as she thought I felt lonely, she meant it.
She sauntered in and sat on the couch. I joined her and sat opposite to her. "So... how's it going? Wifey's away for the first time, right?" she asked. "Yeah. I don't know how I'm gonna survive without her" I told her. Honestly, it was the longest time I was away from Linda. "Don't worry. You'll get used to it." She said sheepishly. "Yeah I guess I'll have to" I said. "So what's for lunch today?" "Beef and eggs" I told her. "Wait, why don't you stay here for lunch?"
"Sure" Kylie exclaimed, glad that I'd offered her. "Linda tells me that you cook really well"
"Okay. I'll just go and cook for you as well" I said to Kylie. "No problem. Take your time. I'll just stay here." She said. Did I just detect a wink?
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It was lunch time and Kylie sat opposite to me on the table as we proceeded to eat. "Mmm" Kylie moaned. "George, you cook really well. Linda is lucky to have you." "Well, thank you" I told.
We had our lunch quietly, Kylie seeming to enjoy every bite of the food. After we'd finished our lunch, I asked her, "So what do we do now?"
"Well, you entertained me with a lovely dinner so I guess it's my turn to return the favour" she said with a smirk. "Okay. Then how are you going to return the favour?" I asked, keeping up with her.
Kylie held my gaze as she stood up and straightened her top and sauntered over to me. She put her hand on my shoulder, bent down, brought her mouth down to my ear and whispered "I'm gonna fuck your brains out". She looked into my eyes seductively, waiting for my reaction. I was stunned. I had thought Kylie was a genuine woman. But here she was offering her hot body to me. "What? Are you kidding me?" I asked, not sure if I had heard her right the first time.
"No baby, I'm completely serious" she purred, her hands on her hips.
"Are you crazy? You know I'm married. You can't just hit on me like this."
"But why not? I've always wanted to fuck you. To suck your dick. To take it in my pussy. And even in my ass if you want" Kylie moaned.
I got angry. "Kylie, get out of here. We thought that you were nice. But you are a slut. Get out of my house."
"Of course I'm a slut, George. Look at my body. Can you blame me for wanting to have sex? My body is built for sex. Why shouldn't I do something at which I'm good at?"
One thing she said was true. Her body was built for sex. She just exuded pheromones. Those tits, that ass and those plump, pouty lips. I bet her lips looked beautiful when they surrounded a thick, fat... NO. I shouldn't think that way. I had to find a way out of this.
I tried to explain her; to make her understand "Kylie, we can't do this. I have a wife. I..."
"Doesn't matter. I'm a better woman in every way. My lips are plump and pouty. I've been told that they feel really good wrapped around cocks. Tell me something, George. Does your wife suck cock?" She waited for my answer.
I remained silent. My wife had tried it once but she felt it gross. She never tired it again.
"Ha! I knew it. Your silence gives the answer. As I said I'm a better woman. Have you seen her ratty hair? I feel like I'm going to vomit when I see it. Doesn't she understand that men love long shiny hair that they can grab on to and pull as they want? And those tits. Yuck! Such pathetic tits. Do you ever feel that you want to press her breasts? No wait, does she even have breasts? Look at me. They are fucking EE cups. Think how they would feel in your big manly hands. You can press them to your heart's content. You can lick them. You can bite my nipples. You can do whatever you want with them to your heart's content. When a guy tit-fucks me his cock completely disappears in my cleavage. The sight of a long dick jutting from my cleavage just under my chin is the best sight ever."
I have to admit I did just imagine the scenario she had just created. My dick between her giant boobs, surrounded by softness. NO. I had to stop thinking like that. I had to avoid playing into her hands at all costs. But I couldn't get a word out of my mouth.
Kylie took advantage of my silence and continued "George, have you seen my ass?" She turned around to support her statement. "It's so round and juicy. Imagine it in your palms being squeezed and spanked. My asshole being ravaged by your no doubt fat dick."
The very mention of anal sex made me shiver. I had never thought of having anal sex with my wife. She was too simple to try that. Good girls don't do anal. Bad girls do. And Kylie most definitely fitted into that category.
"George, you know what? You've got to shove your dick into my pussy. I've been told that my pussy is the tightest pussy men have ever been in. And believe me I've fucked a lot of men. A lot. Once a fat cock enters my pussy, it never wants to let go of it. It squeezes the cock in the right way till the man fucking explodes right into my pussy. I've sent a lot of men home barely able to walk. I've had sex a lot more times than your wife but I bet my shaved pussy is tighter than her what I assume is a hairy bush."
Kylie was right. Linda did have a lot of hair down there. I maintained my pubic hair but she didn't.
She straddled my lap and sat on it, providing me an excellent view of her expansive cleavage, daring me to have a look. That was when it hit me. "You are a gold digger, aren't you? It's not your husband who cheated on you. It was you who cheated on him. You married him for his money, didn't you?"
"You guessed it right, baby." She held my head in her hands before continuing. "I'm a gold digger. I like to fuck rich men. I married him for his money. Not because I fell in love with him. I saw him at a club drinking. I met him. And I convinced him to fuck me. It was him who had cheated on his first wife, not the other way round. He wasn't that good in bed but he was rich and that was enough for me. And how did his wife not get any from his properties you might ask? Well, I secretly met up with her lawyer and suck her dick. I promised him for more if he betrayed his client. The prospect of his cock in my tight pussy was enough to switch sides. So yeah, that woman ended up with nothing while her husband got to rail my cunt. What about his ex-wife's lawyer? I never intended to keep up with his promise. And the more beautiful thing is that he couldn't complain about this to anyone."