She was tall; not tall like a model, but taller than average. She was, in fact, statuesque, with bright green eyes and stunning features. Her long brown hair flowed to the center of her back, hitting right at her waist and accentuating her hourglass figure. She often wore dresses and high heels that complimented her curves, but sometimes she would just wear a t-shirt and jeans and still look like a goddess.
Months went by. Sam would see Jenny in passing at parties and clubs, and they would speak casually, but that would be all. Then one night at the club, he noticed she was alone. “Where is your boyfriend?” Sam asked politely, but hopefully.
“He’s not here,” Jenny told him. Sam could tell there was more to the story and continued his perplexed gaze until she explained, “We got in a fight.”
“That’s too bad,” Sam said, sympathetically, but hopefully. “Can I buy you a drink?”
“Sure,” she said. “Gin and tonic, two limes.” They sat for a while, sipping on their drinks before she spoke. “I just want him to want to spend time with me. I prefer to go out, and he prefers to stay at home. But when we are both home, we mostly do our own thing. I miss the excitement and the passion we had for each other.” Jenny knew that her relationship was good, and that there was passion there, but she wanted to vent anyway.
But Sam couldn’t take it anymore. He knew it was wrong to bring it up, but he just couldn’t hold it in any longer. He stood up, seizing the opportunity. “He doesn’t know how lucky he is. If I was your man, I would worship you.” It was then that Jenny noticed that Sam was very tall, with chocolate brown eyes and a friendly smile. Then suddenly, there was some sort of sexual tension between the two of them.
Jenny stood up to excuse herself. She was so confused. Inexplicably, she was immediately attracted to Sam and filled with lustful thoughts. He didn’t make it any easier when he spoke, “I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you. If you had been single, I would have made a move long before now.”
Jenny touched his chest longingly, while straining her neck to look up into his eyes. “I’ve never noticed how tall you were,” she faltered. Sam smiled. He took her hand. He wanted to kiss her. She looked beautiful as she looked up at him, her expression confused and conflicted. Sam leaned in; Jenny braced herself. She closed her eyes, unable to move away but also afraid to participate. Suddenly, she felt his lips on her cheek. “Don’t worry,” he whispered delicately into her ear. “I understand.” And with that he excused himself.
They looked at each other from across the bar a few times that night, but they didn’t speak. After that night, she didn’t see him for a few weeks. Jenny would occasionally think about Sam, but it wasn’t anything serious. She told herself that it was a brief moment of weakness, and that it didn’t mean anything. Everyone that is in a monogamous relationship goes through stages when they have crushes and lust over people, but it’s never anything serious.
Then, their mutual friends threw another party. Jenny knew Sam would be there; Sam hoped Jenny would be, and that her boyfriend wouldn’t.
After much debate, Jenny decided to wear her new dress: a cranberry Marilyn Monroe style gown with a deep halter that accentuated her voluptuous breasts. She almost didn’t wear it; she knew it would bring attention to her body. While she normally liked the attention, she knew it would make it difficult to remain platonic with Sam, especially while she was wearing such a “wow” dress. He likely wouldn’t have the same control as everyone else. But she enjoyed the way the dress looked and hoped for the best. In fact, her boyfriend encouraged her to wear it so that he could show her off at the party.
But Jenny was right. Now that the ice had been broken, Sam didn’t hold back. “What are you thinking, wearing a dress like that? Are you trying to kill me?” Sam asked, joking, but with seriousness in his voice. Jenny laughed it off, taking it as more of a compliment instead of a warning of what was to come.
Both Sam and Jenny had imbibed enough liquid encouragement throughout the night that they didn’t have trouble being frank with each other. They flirted, but mostly they talked and tried to get to know each other better. Jenny was excited but relaxed. It was refreshing to get so much attention. She was flattered.
Suddenly, Sam turned to Jenny and said, “I have a confession to make.”
“What is it?” She asked, curiously, but hopefully.
“I jerk off to your Facebook pictures,” he blurted, embarrassed. “You turn me on so much.”
“Oh my god,” she said, shocked but incredibly turned on. “You do?”
“Oh yes,” he grinned. “In fact,” he continued, “the other night at the club, I had to go relieve myself in the restroom because I wanted you so badly.”
Jenny could barely stand. She could hardly swallow. “That is so hot,” she managed to speak. It had been so long since anyone had wanted her like that, or at least since anyone told her as much. It was all she could do not to jump him right then and there.
Sam saw that he had turned her on. Visibly pleased with himself, he leaned in closer. “I want to pleasure you. Come upstairs with me,” he said, as he took her hand. Jenny took a few steps before she regained control of herself.
“No, I can’t,” she said. “It’s not right. I love my boyfriend. I couldn’t do that to him. Even though I want you, it would hurt him.” She struggled to get the words out in one breath. She wished there was some way she could have her cake and eat it too. Why couldn’t she have her loving boyfriend and get extra pleasure on the side? Would he ever allow such a thing to happen?
She managed to stay away from him for the rest of the night, though it wasn’t easy. She so desperately wanted to try him out, to release the tension that had been building up between them for months. It was definitely lust, and nothing more. There was no emotion involved now, no feelings, only raw, animalistic attraction. She couldn’t help but wonder, what would he feel like? How was his dick? Would he be a good kisser? Would he be gentle or rough? Is he kinky? All of these thoughts played in her head, but she made it through the night without giving in to temptation.
The next morning, Jenny awoke feeling extremely horny. She thought about what Sam had said; how he lusted over her, how he pleasured himself while fantasizing about her…
Her boyfriend was already awake and in the other room. She thought about calling to him to come in the bedroom and give her morning sex, but the idea of getting a release from him while thinking of Sam was unbearable.
Instead, she got out of bed. She walked to her closet and reached into her toy chest to pull out her favorite vibrator, a Lelo Mona. She placed a small amount of lube on the vibrator, only to realize that she was already soaking wet from lying in bed thinking about Sam. She turned on the vibrator, and inserted it into her vagina, already aching with need.
As the vibrator buzzed quietly, she began to replay the previous night’s conversation in her head. She imagined Sam sitting at the computer and looking at her pictures while stroking his cock and calling her name. She imagined his large hand moving up and down his wide shaft (she liked girth and fantasized that he fit the bill), his fingers slipping over to tease his head. She thought of how he must imagine her naked: an ideal form with no imperfections. She fantasized about his body on top of hers, his dick inside of her, his hands all over her body…
Stroking her clit while moving the Mona in and out of her pussy, Jenny began to come. She came so hard, but had to remain quiet so that her boyfriend wouldn’t hear. She whispered, “Oh Sam! Oh Sam, yes!” imagining that he was the one giving her so much pleasure.
Afterwards, Jenny laid in bed, smiling, thinking of the irony. She had just masturbated over Sam while thinking about him jerking off to her. “I guess we’re even now, Sam,” she whispered to herself.
Sam had planted a seed in her head: an idea that there was someone else out there that wanted her. Perhaps he would love her, or maybe they would just screw each other silly. On that point, she didn’t really care. She just knew that she wanted him, but she wasn’t going to cheat on her boyfriend.
When she came back down to earth, Jenny thought about what she had with her boyfriend. Besides the fact that they loved each other, they were completely sexually compatible. He was a great kisser, he gave her multiple orgasms, and he had an amazing, fat cock. All of this was known and familiar. If there’s one thing Jenny learned in her years of dating, it was that just because you are attracted to someone, it does not mean that they will be good in bed. It wasn’t worth it to throw away what they had together. Now perhaps in the future they might consider an open relationship, but that discussion was for another day.
Reignited with passion and lust, Jenny decided that every time she was horny, she would pounce on her man. Every now and then, Sam enters her thoughts or she’ll run into him somewhere and the scene repeats itself. But now she just smiles and enjoys the sexual frustration he gives her; it makes sex with her boyfriend just that much more amazing.
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