01-02-2022, 10:02 AM
MY FAITHFULL WIFE
From the moment my wife Stayla walked into her new office, she had James lusting after her. James was immediately impressed by how great she looked. He felt his face flush in embarrassment and he tried to look away but he couldn't. Completely unaware she was being watched, my wife pushed her long hair out of her eyes as she scanned the room. James gave a nervous laugh and kept looking at her, his eyes following her everywhere she went, her hips moving gently. Stayla was really striking: she had an oval face, wide set eyes of dark brown color, and an abundance of rich dark hair. She was wearing a very simple black dress with very fine straps that left her creamy shoulders bare. The dress was tightly fitted to her bosom, accentuating her breasts, and clung snugly to her slim waist and over her hips, displaying her splendid thighs. Under it there was the suggestion of a very good, full figure. She was everything a man could want. It wasn't a simple matter of being attracted to her. It wasn't a simple matter of wishing he could have her. James wanted to go up to her and tear her clothes off her supple body and take her right then and there. He had to have her. As the days went on, his knowledge of her grew, and he was even more convinced he had to have her. His erection was nearly instantaneous when she walked in every morning. James could practically sense her arrival at the office and would already be looking in her direction even before she entered the room. But the real killer was her open blouse. My wife had to know the number of days she worked beside James with an extra button or two undone. She had to know his eyes would constantly be gazing down her shirt and catching revealing glimpses of her bras. James never saw her breasts, but the shiny lace would be so visible across her flesh. She must have known, in fact, she must have purposefully tantalized him. But James knew she was married. She had been married for two years. James also knew she wouldn't have sex with him. Her marriage was her bound to traditions and customs. My wife always talked about me, her husband, who she was totally in love with. James must admit, it made him quite jealous. James certainly took every opportunity he could get to flirt with her. She usually allowed a little flirting, and sometimes even initiated it. It never went too far though, and she would always remind James that she is married, with a laugh and a smile, whenever he tried to go too far. "Let me make this clear to you. I take my marriage very seriously and I'm averse to men like you who find amusement their only purpose in life. So I won't be getting to know you better. But thank you for the offer." Her hair was the most glorious deep black, piled atop her head in heavy, silken waves and James wished nothing more at the moment than to free the pins holding it in place and watch it tumble onto her shoulders. "Perhaps some other time," James murmured, thinking he'd never seen such luscious peach skin, nor eyes like hers. "There won't be another time."
"If I ware a ladies' man”-James tried to say something. "But you are" Stayla stopped him quickly. It was the talk of town at the moment for he had the reputation of being a libertine. James smiled. "It was merely an expression. If I were a ladies' man, I'd say we are about to become good friends." "You're too arrogant. I'm not eighteen and easily infatuated by a handsome man, even one with your remarkable good looks." "Now I'm not only fascinated by your dazzling beauty. I am intrigued by your confident attitude." "Because of this, you think me available?" "So blunt Stayla." "You are interested in taking me to tea, I presume." "We'll do whatever you like," James replied, the suggestion in his voice so subtle. "You've more than enough ladies in your life. You won't miss me." "You're sure?" James murmured. "I can't change your mind?" "Absolutely sure...and no," she firmly declared. "A shame." "Speak for yourself. I have a gratifying life. If you'll excuse me," she said as she rose to her feet. " I have an appointment elsewhere." "May I offer you a ride to your appointment?" She slowly surveyed him from head to toe, her gaze coming to rest after due deliberation on his amused countenance. "No, you may not." "I'm crushed," James said, grinning. "But not for long, I'm sure," she crisply replied and waving at him, she walked away. James followed her progress across the large room and only when she'd disappeared through door, did he look away. "Wow, she's astonishingly beautiful," He couldn't help thinking. One day trying his luck, James told her. "Here, let me help you with your dress, your zipper is open." "Don't even think about trying to take advantage of me." She said, turning around to let him do the zipper. However, as soon as James touched her, she turned around again and said: "I think I can handle it from here thanks." She laughed as she grabbed her bag and left the room. Usually before leaving office, she would say, "behave yourself tonight?" as if to make sure he think of her in her absence. "Yes," James reassured her, " I will, but, what about a good night kiss?" James hoped to at least get that out of her. She smiled again, moved in close and pressed her lips against his cheeks. She smiled again and said, "That's all you get. I'm sorry, but that'll have to do. After all, I'm married and a mother of two. You know that... good night."
From the moment my wife Stayla walked into her new office, she had James lusting after her. James was immediately impressed by how great she looked. He felt his face flush in embarrassment and he tried to look away but he couldn't. Completely unaware she was being watched, my wife pushed her long hair out of her eyes as she scanned the room. James gave a nervous laugh and kept looking at her, his eyes following her everywhere she went, her hips moving gently. Stayla was really striking: she had an oval face, wide set eyes of dark brown color, and an abundance of rich dark hair. She was wearing a very simple black dress with very fine straps that left her creamy shoulders bare. The dress was tightly fitted to her bosom, accentuating her breasts, and clung snugly to her slim waist and over her hips, displaying her splendid thighs. Under it there was the suggestion of a very good, full figure. She was everything a man could want. It wasn't a simple matter of being attracted to her. It wasn't a simple matter of wishing he could have her. James wanted to go up to her and tear her clothes off her supple body and take her right then and there. He had to have her. As the days went on, his knowledge of her grew, and he was even more convinced he had to have her. His erection was nearly instantaneous when she walked in every morning. James could practically sense her arrival at the office and would already be looking in her direction even before she entered the room. But the real killer was her open blouse. My wife had to know the number of days she worked beside James with an extra button or two undone. She had to know his eyes would constantly be gazing down her shirt and catching revealing glimpses of her bras. James never saw her breasts, but the shiny lace would be so visible across her flesh. She must have known, in fact, she must have purposefully tantalized him. But James knew she was married. She had been married for two years. James also knew she wouldn't have sex with him. Her marriage was her bound to traditions and customs. My wife always talked about me, her husband, who she was totally in love with. James must admit, it made him quite jealous. James certainly took every opportunity he could get to flirt with her. She usually allowed a little flirting, and sometimes even initiated it. It never went too far though, and she would always remind James that she is married, with a laugh and a smile, whenever he tried to go too far. "Let me make this clear to you. I take my marriage very seriously and I'm averse to men like you who find amusement their only purpose in life. So I won't be getting to know you better. But thank you for the offer." Her hair was the most glorious deep black, piled atop her head in heavy, silken waves and James wished nothing more at the moment than to free the pins holding it in place and watch it tumble onto her shoulders. "Perhaps some other time," James murmured, thinking he'd never seen such luscious peach skin, nor eyes like hers. "There won't be another time."
"If I ware a ladies' man”-James tried to say something. "But you are" Stayla stopped him quickly. It was the talk of town at the moment for he had the reputation of being a libertine. James smiled. "It was merely an expression. If I were a ladies' man, I'd say we are about to become good friends." "You're too arrogant. I'm not eighteen and easily infatuated by a handsome man, even one with your remarkable good looks." "Now I'm not only fascinated by your dazzling beauty. I am intrigued by your confident attitude." "Because of this, you think me available?" "So blunt Stayla." "You are interested in taking me to tea, I presume." "We'll do whatever you like," James replied, the suggestion in his voice so subtle. "You've more than enough ladies in your life. You won't miss me." "You're sure?" James murmured. "I can't change your mind?" "Absolutely sure...and no," she firmly declared. "A shame." "Speak for yourself. I have a gratifying life. If you'll excuse me," she said as she rose to her feet. " I have an appointment elsewhere." "May I offer you a ride to your appointment?" She slowly surveyed him from head to toe, her gaze coming to rest after due deliberation on his amused countenance. "No, you may not." "I'm crushed," James said, grinning. "But not for long, I'm sure," she crisply replied and waving at him, she walked away. James followed her progress across the large room and only when she'd disappeared through door, did he look away. "Wow, she's astonishingly beautiful," He couldn't help thinking. One day trying his luck, James told her. "Here, let me help you with your dress, your zipper is open." "Don't even think about trying to take advantage of me." She said, turning around to let him do the zipper. However, as soon as James touched her, she turned around again and said: "I think I can handle it from here thanks." She laughed as she grabbed her bag and left the room. Usually before leaving office, she would say, "behave yourself tonight?" as if to make sure he think of her in her absence. "Yes," James reassured her, " I will, but, what about a good night kiss?" James hoped to at least get that out of her. She smiled again, moved in close and pressed her lips against his cheeks. She smiled again and said, "That's all you get. I'm sorry, but that'll have to do. After all, I'm married and a mother of two. You know that... good night."
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