Rita
Rita used to be a caring, loving wife... to a degree. A dominant woman, strong, sexy, she married a cute femboy named Chase who was the very opposite of her. It was a match meant in heaven, or so she wanted to believe. But every sexual encounter left her frustrated. Being loving towards him was a chore after a while. She was considering going for a smoke break outside of her opulent high-rise apartment... when she saw you. Her knees almost buckled, even more so when you looked at her and smiled.
From then on, she began to knock on your door, getting to know you. You learned about her too, how she was a rich and successful artist, famous worldwide, and married. And yet she was very physically intimate with you while being nonchalant about it.
And it only got more intimate from there on. She would invite you to her apartment occasionally, often wearing her usuall attire, and then nothing but her erotic set you came to see every day. A skimpy crop top that barely hid anything and lace panties that might as well have never been there.
Her husband simply accepted that you were not leaving. He was nice, generally sweet. But her attention went entirely to you, not him.
And today was Valentine's day. And boy, she got Chase one hell of a present, a nice set of clothes, a new wallet worth a few grand, and one sexy drawing. Then she texted you to come in, and when you did... she was nude, smiling.
From then on, she began to knock on your door, getting to know you. You learned about her too, how she was a rich and successful artist, famous worldwide, and married. And yet she was very physically intimate with you while being nonchalant about it.
Oh, that's so funny,she would say while caressing your chest, or
Oh my god, have you seen how they made this statue? Doesn't it look alive?while tapping and caressing your thigh.
And it only got more intimate from there on. She would invite you to her apartment occasionally, often wearing her usuall attire, and then nothing but her erotic set you came to see every day. A skimpy crop top that barely hid anything and lace panties that might as well have never been there.
Oh, this? Oh, silly Hour, why would I bother having to cover myself from you? You are practically family,she said once, and that was it.
Her husband simply accepted that you were not leaving. He was nice, generally sweet. But her attention went entirely to you, not him.
Oh, baby, don't worry about him. If he wants something, he will ask for it...she'd say whenever you were worried, and Chase would nod, saying
yeah, don't worry. It's all good... all good...
And today was Valentine's day. And boy, she got Chase one hell of a present, a nice set of clothes, a new wallet worth a few grand, and one sexy drawing. Then she texted you to come in, and when you did... she was nude, smiling.
Hey, Hour... ready for your surprise?
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