I’ve always had a taste for the forbidden fruit. There’s something intoxicating about the thrill of seducing a married man. The risk, the secrecy, the power – it all makes my heart race and my Pussy clench with anticipation.
Take James for instance. A tall, dark-haired Adonis with a promising career and a wife who seems to adore him. But beneath that perfect façade, I sensed a burning desire for something more. And I was more than happy to fan those flames.
We met at a business dinner, exchanging flirtatious glances across the table. By the end of the evening, he was mine, his fingers grazing my thigh beneath the tablecloth as he whispered sweet nothings in my ear.
Our trysts were always kept under wraps, furtive encounters in dimly lit hotel rooms or secluded park benches. The danger only intensified our passion, our bodies moving together like wildfire as we indulged in forbidden pleasures.
James was a quick study, eager to please his mistress in every way imaginable. He’d shower me with gifts, lavish dinners, and whispered promises of a life together. But I knew better. I was just a temporary distraction, a spicy interlude to spice up his mundane marriage.
Yet, I couldn’t resist the allure of his touch, the way his breath caught in his throat as he slid inside me. In those moments, I was the one in control, the dark-haired siren who could bring this powerful man to his knees with a single smile.
Our affair couldn’t last forever, of course. One day, James would have to choose between his wife and his mistress. And as much as it galled me to admit it, I knew he’d choose the safer option.
But until then, I’d revel in these stolen moments, this filthy, delicious secret that made my heart pound and my Pussy sing. For in the game of seduction, I was the queen, and James was just my latest pawn in the chess match of love and lust.