Fucking a taken man
Now on top of knowing he was a taken, married man. I knew the woman and I knew her well. But one thing everyone knows about me, I get what I want and always. This silly woman would parade this gorgeous man, and when I say gorgeous, I don’t mean your average hot guy. No I mean he looks like he was sculpted by the gods, the only reason they are even together id because of how easy she is and she lets him do pretty much whatever he wants.
But what she didn’t expect was just how much he wanted me. Every time they graced us with their Prescence, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of me. I started intentionally wearing tiny slutty outfits. Making sure my ass and tits are on full display. Leaning and bending over whenever I got the chance. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of me, rightfully so. Today was especially fun, we all made plans to come to my place, so I go fully house wife and make sure my place is spotless.
Nice big meal served and all of my friends here I excuse myself to freshen up. Taking the time to slip on something a little more, comfortable. Slipping on a short flowy dress. Silky and royal blue, fitting me like a glove. Every jiggle, easily seen. Tits sitting perfectly as usual, walking out of my bedroom with my head held high like I own the world. As soon as I walked around the corner his eyes fell on me. Making his look from head to toe nice and long. When the time felt right and every one was distracted, I stood up looking over my shoulder and making eye contact with him. Sending him a wink and smile hoping he understood my message. Which I had my answer when not even a minute later he was opening my bedroom door. The real fun begins.