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Anne's Ambition

By: TQM



Reading instructions (this is for your own good)

1.If you don't like reading about wives have extramarital sex, please – please – please – do not read this story. I do not want to upset you.

2.If you assume everything written is true or is autobiography – please – please – please – do not read this story.  You should seek help.

3.If you feel the deep-seated need to moralize and comment on what this character or that character should do – please – please – please – do not read this story! It won't be good for you.

4.If you require cheating wives to be punished; if you require husbands to find out the bad things their wives are doing and to take action; if you require bad outcomes for those that have cheated and expect a cosmic justice – please – please – please – do not read this story – you'll be most unhappy.

5.Comments from relatively normal humans are welcome.

This is my version of a story about a person I know particularly well.  Once you've read it, you'll understand I know her very well indeed.  I won't detail my relationship with her here. The facts of the story she wouldn't dispute. My analysis as to her motives, of course, is my opinion alone.


Snapshot Day 1 #1

Anne Bastien checked into her hotel room. She had arrived in Dallas some 90 minutes ago, this Tuesday afternoon, ostensibly as her company's representative to a conference held at the University of Texas at Dallas. She had attended the two previous years as well, but in spite of being able to pass this one on to someone in a lower position, she decided to attend again.

It wasn't a prestigious conference. In fact it wasn't the conference at all which influenced her decision to be the representative from her company there. Sure – she'd attend the two days' meetings dutifully. Anne wasn't the kind of person to shirk her duties. When it came to business, Anne was very much a company person. She would not take advantage of her position to turn a business trip into a personal trip.

Anne should have been the happiest person in the world. Most would be envious of her life. At 32, she was already a VP, Marketing at a large, well known company. She was well respected in her company and in the business world. She had successfully moved through the ranks, and now had a track record of success admired by most, even envied by some. She was a voice people listened to in her company – a company with several thousand employees. This was no small feat.

Her personal life seemed perfect. She married her good-looking boyfriend from her university days, and had two young daughters with him. He – we will leave him nameless – owned a couple of restaurant franchises. He made good money. They weren't rich, but they were very well off.

Nothing had gone wrong with her game plan. Her husband was still good looking and physically fit. She loved her children dearly. She was proud of her accomplishments at work.

That sounds nearly perfect, right? Actually, Anne had it even better. Anne was also a true beauty. She was 5'9", particularly slim, with a tone body due to good genetics (her mother's), and a daily workout regimen.  Her very pretty face was nicely accented by her straight shoulder length brown hair, perfect cheek bones, and a sexy mouth. Her breasts were definitely small, but firm and real.

Anne was admired in all of her roles – business, mother, wife, and friend. It's hard to lose at 5 card stud when you've just been dealt four aces.

So – here was Anne, alone in her hotel room, busy unpacking her bags, making sure her business clothing was handled gently for the next two days. It was very warm in Dallas, but the conference rooms would be air conditioned and cold. She had been through this before and knew to be prepared.

In spite of having such an envious life, Anne was actually at a critical juncture.  An issue had developed - starting from a momentary thought but snowballing into constant, ongoing spiritual challenge. The psychology as to how it developed wasn't pertinent in her eyes. What mattered is what to do about it. She had spent her time and energy deciding how to meet this challenge by either accepting it or declining it. 

Anne, in fact, had made her decision. It was, of course, easy to decide to do something – doing it, though, is a completely other matter. People decide to quit smoking and never do anything to quit. Deciding to come to Dallas was Anne's first act in support of her decision. Packing her two luggage bags and actually coming to Dallas was the second. Still at this particular point, Anne had the ability to back away from her decision. She had the ability to do so, but had no intention of backing down. Backing down wasn't her style.

Character Snapshot

It is worth talking a bit about Anne's character. Obviously, she's a bright, accomplished person. But more interestingly, she's been a good person. 

Here's the thing about being good that most people don't get. It's really easy to be a good person. What's hard is to be a good person when something bad is tempting you or at least open to you. When the waitress gives you back an extra $20 by mistake, and you let her know and give it back – that's actually being a good person.  And Ann had been truly a good person – both in her personal life and in business.

In the first 5 years of her marriage, Anne was a faithful wife. Perhaps more importantly, in the last three years of her marriage, Anne actually practiced being a faithful wife. It's not much of an accomplishment to be faithful when there was no real opportunity to be unfaithful. But as she climbed business and social ladders, such opportunities had begun to present themselves and had recently become a commonplace occurrence in her life.

Those first five years of marriage saw Anne devote herself to the two main facets of her life; first, the starting of her family; and second devoting an intense amount of time at work. Anne was not the stay-at-home mom type. She wanted to be a strong role model for her daughters. She commanded respect from all.

So, in these first five years Ann simply wasn't going to be much of a target of interest for other men for a sexual liaison.

But as she was promoted in the company, and with two pregnancies now behind her, she was certainly the object of lust from men in her own company. She was out of town with much more frequency. She had dinner meetings; after dinner events. The opportunities to make your moves on her were far more frequent.  And men were taking advantage of this.  

First, a number of the top executives in the company had her in their sights. Some were divorced; others had expressed interest even though not divorced. She'd be a great catch as a wife if she'd leave her husband; or a fine mistress if she wouldn't.  These men would look at her and see themselves with her as a prized high-powered couple. If Anne were just a secretary, she'd be worth getting into bed, in their eyes, but as a VP of the company, she'd be a trophy on someone's arms, in those expensive, stylish, yet still sexy outfits she wore.

Executives from other companies were targeting her as well. She'd even received a job offer from one large company simply because the 50 year old president of the company was smitten with her. He hadn't made his intentions known, but Anne could guess it reasonably enough. 

But being very attractive and in a high position meant you'd be the object of desire for men in lower stations as well. Men in the warehouse would never say anything for fear of losing their jobs, but Anne was certainly discussed on numerous occasions over a pint of beer, and the discussion did not focus on her work ethic.

In the main office, more than half a dozen much younger men – one ten years younger – had made moves ranging from asking her to lunch to asking her to join for a drink after work to the straightforward suggestion of a hook up at a company conference.

Even in her personal life, Anne was surprised to have a pass made at her by a good friend's husband.

In each and every case, once Anne became aware of the intentions, she made it crystal clear she would not at all stray from her husband. She made it clear she would never proceed with anyone. And she did it in a way that got the message across. Once her rejection was received, these men did not repeat.

Anne's business conduct was always by the book. Even if single, she wouldn't get involved with anyone from work – from the President on down. Business was business. Always. And Anne's personal conduct was straightforward. She was a loving wife and mother.

You see, Anne, these past three years, actually practiced being faithful. She had opportunities presented to her and chose not to act on them. It actually amazed her that other chose otherwise. To mess around with someone at work was a sure way to make a mess of your life. It almost always ended badly with everyone else, and only became complicated after a break up. Who wants to see every day at work the person you just decided not to see for the rest of your life? And when everyone finds out at work, it gets downright embarrassing. Anne wondered why she was the only one who sees this.

Anne was also fiercely protective of her home life. It would destroy her family – crush her husband, hurt her ability to deliver a proper environment for her beloved children if it were ever discovered she was unfaithful.

Forgetting the morality of it, Anne saw these opportunities as a very stupid risk to take. It simply was not going to happen.

Please note, though, that Anne wasn't really making a moral decision here. Anne did think there was an element of foolishness amongst some of the men trying to get into her pants. But for the most part, she didn't condemn them. She was well aware of the statistics, and knew enough personal stories to know a lot of people were unfaithful to their spouses. If you condemn one, you spend your life condemning all.

Further, it was, ultimately, flattering to her. Men were attracted to her for her physical beauty; for her power; and for her brains and ability. How could she really blame them? In love and war, all is fair. Whether one was looking for a spouse, an affair, or a casual quickie, it was only flattering that the more she was available to make a move on, the more moves that were made on her.

So Ann had actually been practicing being a faithful wife. She had rejected each and every offer received – and further, had not even engaged in flirtatious behaviour to lead any guy on. She didn't make a big deal out of it; never made a scene. But each man had no doubt of her position when she made it.

None of this required intense amounts of reflection for Anne. She was bright and could think through things easily. She was also self-aware. There is probably no higher praise to give a person than claiming of him/her, that he/she is self-aware.

Some Fourteen months ago an event took place, which was not unlike other events which were happening to her, but was followed for a brief moment by a seemingly fleeting thought. The problem was that this thought was only seemingly fleeting, and came back to her later that night. And it came back again. And it served a seed for further thoughts.

The event was straight forward – Tony – a 25 year old associate manager specializing in online marketing – made a bit of a move on her, asking her to go out for a drink sometime. He made it fairly plain it wasn't to discuss business. Anne – as always – upon seeing this wasn't about business, quickly declined and shut the conversation down. Tony smiled and shrugged and said he understood, but he was hoping otherwise. He would have no idea this was a regular occurrence for her – most guys only think about what it would be like for them, never thinking about the competition.

As Anne returned to her office from the encounter, that fleeting thought hit. It was simply this: "He's cute." Life quickly intervened and the thought was forgotten.

Anne gave Tony no more thought that afternoon. But at night, after some satisfying sex with her husband and now ready for sleep, the thought returned. Tony was cute. He was handsome, tall, well-built. There was something sexy about him. She went to sleep that evening thinking about Tony.

Now a bunch of you are going to immediately jump to the conclusion that Anne at some point would go an affair with Tony. Nothing could be further from the truth. If you thought this was going to happen, you haven't been reading this story closely. Reason may be the slave of the passions. but this doesn't mean we are all sex-starved raving lunatics. Anne had no intention of being unfaithful with anyone, and certainly not a young man in her company that worked under her.

The only reason the story is germane is simply because this was the first time physically attracted to a guy that had made a move on her. This in itself wasn't very interesting either, actually. Just because Anne was a loving, faithful wife with no intention of changing anything, it didn't follow that she couldn't find other men sexy. In fact Anne had recently attended a Maroon 5 concert and was practically drooling over lead signer Adam Levine. (This in turn was funny. The kind of men Anne usually found sexy certainly weren't covered in tattoos, as is Mr. Levine.)

Anne knew there was nothing wrong in finding other men attractive. It was just unusual in this case, because she worked with the young man, and would see him many times a week.

Ultimately, Ann decided that she was no different than any of the men in her company ogling a young secretary. It wasn't such a bad thing that she'd get to check Tony out a few times a day. And this is exactly what she did. She enjoyed checking him out discreetly. Fridays were casual days – this was the opportunity to check him out in a pair of jeans. She, like every guy in her company made sure to give him a glance when the opportunity presented itself. But this was all she did. She'd give Adam Levine the same treatment if he walked into the office right then too.

Anne's opinion of Tony actually went up. Given their positions, Anne rarely had one on one contact with him, so really didn't have much to think about his ability. Everything she had heard had been good. But, again, it was flattering that a man – a younger man – would be attracted to her. And she liked the fact that he just didn't sit there in silence; in his own earnest way, he took the initiative – the risk, in fact – and had made a bit of a move.

Anne knew that Tony knew she was married and clearly realized she was older. It would have taken a certain amount of guts to ask the boss of his boss out for a drink for non-business reasons. She certainly thought going out with him was a terrible idea, but admired his guts in asking. She saw him as something of a kid; but liked him now and found him physically attractive.

Weeks passed. The only thing that changed was that Anne's physical attraction to Tony had become downright lust. Again, don't jump to any conclusions by this.  Anne wasn't going to have a change of heart. She just continued to be physically attracted to the guy.

In fact, the only action she ever took with regard to Tony happened while away for a couple of nights, alone, on a business trip. Anne masturbated as a means of relaxing herself for bedtime daydreaming about being on a beach with some stud of a guy and making love to him on a blanket. In her daydream, after they finished she realized the guy was Tony. The next night Anne chose Tony again as her masturbation fantasy lead.

Still, don't read anything to Anne now masturbating while thinking of Tony. In previous months, it had been Adam Levine. The thought of David Beckham had led Anne to a successful masturbation act as well. Now it was Tony. And it was her first fantasy about a younger man.

As weeks became months, there was very little change. Anne remained a happily married woman who was not unfaithful. She continued to attract attention from other men. She continued to decline any offers in a straightforward fashion.

The only change was that Anne was aware she was spending more time herself thinking about what these men were thinking to have approached her.

She realized, for instance, some of the high powered executives from her company and other companies very much valued the idea of the hot power couple. Anne thought about it and frankly thought the idea was indeed seductive. She understood why an ambitious man would want such a relationship and therefore why she'd be a particularly hot commodity to them.  Getting their secretaries was easy. Being in a power couple relationship was not. 

Anne saw her own husband as a very successful man. But although he was a good man and a good earner, he wasn't a mover and shaker in business. They weren't a power couple.  She had the stuff of what it took to be part of a power couple. He didn't. His business world was small and rather isolated to the particulars of his business. Her business world was much bigger; much more connected.

Just as she found Tony physically attractive, the idea of the high powered relationship was a turn on too. And as a result, Anne was now beginning to find herself attracted not just to Tony (and Adam Levine), but also to other men, because of their position. As long as they were good looking, Anne was now finding herself turned on by other relationship aspects, and therefore found herself sexually attracted to more than handful of other men.

It remained very flattering to have men want you. But Anne now developed a deeper understanding of these men and what they wanted. Whether it was the guy in the warehouse or the CEO of a rival company – she could see why, from their vantage point, she was something worth pursuing.

Anne was fortunate, really, to never have a bad experience. Generally, these men looked for the opportunity to present themselves to her, and gracefully accepted her immediate, but not insulting, rejection.

And so, the only thing Anne had to reconcile with herself is the simple fact that she was regularly finding herself attracted to a good number of other men. This had not been true during the first five years of marriage. She hadn't even thought about other such men, even when the opportunity presented itself to her for the longest while. But now, Anne was finding herself finding a good number of men sexy.

This was beginning to trouble her. Finding other men sexy, in itself, wasn't bad. That it was beginning to be a distraction was. Anne was finding she was spending too much time thinking about other guys.  Sometimes it was Tony. Sometimes it was someone else. Several months went by where she found herself daydreaming about another guy each and every day. Tony was the main target. But there were others. 

On another business trip she decided it was time to sit down with herself and find a way of dealing with this. She could now imagine that in a couple of years' time, she could possibly slip up. She was beginning to feel that there were circumstances (added with a bit of alcohol) that could cause her to wind up in bed with one of these men. And this she could not allow. She knew as clear as day, mixing business with her personal life was an intensely stupid mistake. Having an affair with a friend was an equally intensely stupid mistake.

It's not like she had the opportunity to go out and look for a potential lover either. Anne was a busy, busy person both with business and as a wife and mother. And so, late at night she made a big decision.

She decided that for the next month, she would actively attempt to banish the thought of other men from her mind. She would not think about them. She would not masturbate to anyone else other than her husband. 

Anne saw herself as very disciplined. If she could carry this through for a month, she could do it for the rest of her life. The goal would be to stop thinking sexually about other men.  It was interfering with work and at home. It was becoming a distraction. It had to stop.


Anne's Ambition



But being the analytical person that she was, like a business decision, she needed to be prepared in case she failed. And so, Anne also made a decision as to what to do if this happened. She knew she could not keep going on the way she was. She knew it was simply stupid (and wrong) to bed anyone related to her work. She knew it was simply stupid (and wrong) to bed a friend's husband. If she was unable to get her own mind in order and banish the thought of other men, she decided she would have to find some kind of outlet.

The only outlet there was involved being unfaithful to her husband. But if she was going to be unfaithful, it would have to be with two separate conditions: 1) it couldn't involve anyone even remotely related to her work; 2) it couldn't involve anyone in her personal life or anyone who could, even potentially, connect to her family. There had to be no risks in these matters. This ruled out anyone she knew.

Anne went to bed that night determined to make things right. And if she failed to make things right, she'd do whatever it took to protect her loved ones as well as protect all she had achieved in business, but still seek out, somehow, extramarital sex.

Anne lay there thinking about the men she knew who were trying to get her in bed, many of whom were married. She realized in most cases, they didn't want to leave their wives. Instead, they mostly just needed something more. Maybe it was the rush of bedding a VP of the company - it didn't really matter. The fact is, maybe – just maybe – she was no different. If she couldn't get these thoughts out of her head, she was going to have to pursue a different solution. And hopefully, it would be solution smarter than what the men chasing her were attempting. She would accept no risk here.

Minutes turned into hours. Anne could not fall asleep. She was desperately tired, but could not fall asleep. Sticking with her program, she decided to masturbate – but this time she would deliberately masturbate while thinking of her husband. 

As she began to rub her clitoris, Anne began to focus on the romantic getaway she had had with him on Valentine's Day. It had been a perfect evening – a great dinner; and great sex after. Anne attempted to relive the moment. The images of the evening went through her head; she remembered the various courses of the dinner, the conversation, the sexual innuendo. She remembered brushing her foot against his leg. She remembered the elevator ride back to the hotel room they had booked just for the evening. And she thought of them kissing on the elevator. She remembered breaking off the kissing to get off the elevator and she remembered the resumption of kissing as they entered the room – her with her back against the wall, and him pressed against her.

Anne was close to cumming. She worked her clitoris with a feverish pace as she recalled their kissing, as his hands pulled up her short dress over her waste. She recalled how he tasted as his hand found its way into her panties and then into her. She remembered the gasp she made as he first touched her clitoris. At that moment, Anne's own fingers brought her to the brink of orgasm. And at that very same moment, in her imagination the sensation of his finger on her clitoris had caused her to break the kiss momentarily, and she could see, still left to her imagination, that the man that she had been kissing was not, in fact her husband – but instead was Tony. 

As the waves of her orgasm washed over her all she could imagine was being with Tony. She hadn't even lasted a day. Her problem was clearly serious. She would need to act on it or something much worse would happen. She vowed to always love her husband and always protect her family. But fighting these desires wasn't going to work at all.

Snapshot Day 1 #2 (Extended version)

Her business clothes now either hanging or put away neatly in the drawer, Anne went back to her suitcase and pulled out some gym clothes – black tight lycra pants; a sports bra; a white tank top. The hotel had a fitness centre and Anne never looked for excused to break a routine.

It was 4:45 p.m. now. She'd be back in the room before 6:30 p.m. It had been a bright, warm, sunny day in Dallas. It would likely be pretty warm this evening as well. The conference started tomorrow morning. The evening was hers, and she had a plan.

She gathered her mp3 player and went off to work out. As planned, she was back in her room by 6:20 p.m. Time to call home. 

Her nanny answered. Her husband wasn't home yet, but expected soon. Anne talked to her kids, saying all the things expected of her as a loving mother. It was now time for a shower.

Anne stripped out of her gym outfit, neatly putting her clothing away – the tank top was too sweaty to wear again – but the pants would be needed. She proceeded to the washroom and took a long shower.

The shower was followed by the painstaking application of skin cream. As a seasoned traveller, Anne knew to take care of herself. She applied a special light cream to her face – the product had a bit of shimmer in it. It wasn't the skin cream she'd put on before going to work. It was more for when she and her husband were going out on the town.

Anne found some casual clothes still in her suitcase – an old pair of jeans and an often worn blouse. She quickly got dressed and went out of her room to grab a bite to eat in the hotel restaurant. She brought her iPad with her to have something to read while she ate. Anne had developed a mental checklist of everything she had to do, and had been making steady progress. She was on a schedule here, and was proceeding with her characteristic determination.

8:15 found Anne back in her room. She finished unpacking one bag and moved her other bag into a corner of the room. She wanted her room to look neat. And she didn't want any tripping on her bags.

Anne stripped down again, removing her underwear as well. She put these clothes in a draw and then went to the one only partially unpacked suit case and pulled out some new undergarments. They were a recent purchase – a little black thong and matching demi-bra. She thought they were pretty sexy. On her, they were sexier yet.

Next up: she wanted to call home again and speak to her husband. This was important. She needed to not let this slip by. With the time difference it was close to bed time for him. She used to forget about time differences. As she travelled more frequently they became an ordinary fact of life. He was happy she called. They chatted about the kids and said loving things. She made a conscious effort to not in any way end the conversation. She waited until he announced he'd be heading up to bed.

After hanging up, Anne decided to check herself out in the mirror. Although 32, Anne looked younger. 

Some were surprised someone so "young" could be a VP in a big company. They were usually equally surprised to find out she was 32 – that's still quite young for the title, but the company had many youngish employees at higher levels. She might be younger than others at that level, but not by much.

Anne approved of what she saw and returned to the one suit case only partially unpacked. She reached in and pulled out another recent purchase – a pair of jeans. These were very low rise skinny jeans. Of course, even with the term 'skinny', everything is relative. There are relatively skinny jeans and there are super painted on skinny jeans. This new pair was of the latter variety – they were the tightest fitting jeans she had ever bought, with some lycra in them to make them appear extra tight.

After a bit of a struggle, she did up the button and again checked herself out in the mirror – now in her skinny low-rise jeans and a bra.

She knew she looked hot. 

Anne realized her husband would likely have found these jeans just a little bit too much, and not approved of her wearing them, even when out on the town with him. Jeans were meant to be sexy; but slender Anne looked a little too sexy in them. And if he would object to her wearing them even with him, he'd certainly be horrified at the idea of her going out without him; without anyone, in fact.

The mirror confirmed to her that the jeans were also particularly low rise. It was a bit of a struggle to keep her thong tucked into them so as to not be visible. She, like every woman, checked out her own ass in them. In public, she'd stand out.

Being so slim as well as in shape, Anne had a completely flat stomach. She rarely wore shirts that showed it though – at best, when with her husband, you might be fortunate to get a glimpse of her belly button - nothing more. Tonight would be different.

Anne reached again into her suit case and pulled out the remaining items – one pair of open toe black platform shoes; and three tank tops.

The three tank tops were white, black, and a deep neon pink respectively. Each had a different pattern on them and some embroidery. And each, when on her, ended above her belly button. She chose, after a bit of deliberation, the pink one.

Given the jeans and now the tank top, her flat stomach was very much on display now.  She wished she had other shoes to wear – to match the pink – but that wasn't going to happen. Again she went to check herself out. The tank top fit her like a second skin. You could see the outline of her bra through it.

Her husband would end the marriage immediately if he saw how she looked. There would be no possible explanation open to her that could salvage her marriage, if he had a hidden camera and could see what she was wearing. For Anne, this was a very sexy, slutty look. And this was the look she wanted to achieve. She had transformed herself from an executive business woman look to a chick on the prowl look.

It was now just after 9 p.m. Anne made her way back to the bathroom.  Time for cosmetics. First, she would apply some dark eye shadow; then eye liner. She stopped to admire her handiwork. She then added a tiny bit of rouge to her cheeks, and added lipstick pencil to complete the work. She again stopped to admire her artistry. The make-up added a desired whorish touch.

It was now time to put on the shoes. She didn't want to be too tall – the heels were only 2 inches high. But this put her up to 5'11. Once on, she'd be completely dressed. And then it was time for one more glance in the mirror.

Anne looked at herself over and over. She muttered to herself, "If I'm going to be a slut, I might as well look like a slut."

Anne then grabbed a black jacket and again went to check herself out once again with the addition on. "Makes it a bit less trashy and a bit more classy." She thought to herself for a minute and decided to forego the jacket and the class. Trashy would win tonight.

She gave one last tidy up, built up her nerve and left her hotel room.

Anne reminded herself that this was Dallas, Texas. Not only was it going to be warm, but she reminded herself of the funny accents and the funnier cowboy hats. It helped steady her. For the first time, she was feeling nervous. The nervousness was fueled by guilt.  Walking onto elevator she saw herself in its mirror. She thought to herself that her outfit was no funnier, really, than the cowboy hat. Why was it funnier to dress like cowboy as opposed to a hooker?

Anne couldn't take her eyes off herself. She was concerned someone else would come into the elevator from a lower floor.  She wanted an evening without unintended consequences.  She was sticking to her game plan, but the idea of someone outside the game's arena seeing her like this, alone in an elevator, would be humiliating. 

The hooker-like outfit was for this evening's activities only and not for eyes from the outside to be ogling. She gave herself one last glance and then exited, as the elevator landed on the ground floor. She chose the side exit from the hotel to avoid being seen in the lobby. She smirked at her labelling it as a "hooker outfit." She had no intention of selling her wares this evening, but if she ever needed a job, she certainly had the "look".

Her target was the nearby bar scene. Just over three short blocks away there were several bars which catered mainly to the university crowd, most of which nearly identical to each other, but one with an urban twist; and another with a country twist.

It was a short walk, but one she was unhappy with. A single, attractive woman wearing a fuck-me outfit should not feel safe walking alone.

Walking gingerly, even with the shoes, she made her way in short time. She was aware of feeling nervous, and decided to walk into the very first bar she came across. It was one of these cavernous places, with the big TV screens, a dance floor in the back, a number of places to get a drink, and various places to mingle – standing tables to booths. The place was fairly crowded for a Tuesday night. College kids don't distinguish the nights of the week very well.

Anne made her way through the crowd to get to a bar. She quietly sized up the competition. There were all kinds of girls, most looking young, in their early 20's. Some looked like they were there to score – tight jeans and short skirts were there for one's viewing pleasure – while some were clearly not looking to compete. Of the crowd, Anne thought her own outfit with the make-up was the most fuck-me explicit. 

Anne remained nervous, but she was now also feeling excited. People were here to have fun and to hook up. She was going to be very much in that game.

Being older than the competition meant she'd have to be sending out her message in a very ultra-straightforward fashion. It's not like you get to interview each prospect.  At 32, Anne could pass for 27, maybe 26 – but she doubted anyone would take her for younger than that. A guy's initial interest would be based on what he is seeing. 

As according to her plan, people took notice. Guys have their radar on in places like this, and many eyes fixed themselves on the fuck-me-please chick in the fuck-me-please jeans.  Anne was aware of the stares; she could even feel the stares of the guys from behind checking out her ass. Girls were checking her out too – some unhappy with the competition; some with mild to moderate disgust at the outfit they saw as perhaps more sleazy than sexy.  

Before she reached the bar, a young man intercepted her and offered to buy her a beer.  They introduced themselves. He was Scott. Anne checked him out quickly. First appearances were he was cute, and she could live with the accent. She glanced at the dance floor, and seeing it was more than half full, asked him to hit the dance floor first. She realized what she wanted to do was to evaluate him. Anne was, in her usual way, deciding to deal with this as she would a business decision.

The music was loud, booming house dance music. They began to dance. Anne let loose. She was aware other men were continuing to check her out. She wondered if she should check out others before settling on Scott.

Anne was a decent dancer. Tonight, though, she would be just a little wilder on the dance floor. If this guy didn't work out, there'd be another to fill his shoes quickly enough.

Scott seemed young to her. That wasn't a bad thing – she had anticipated choosing a younger guy, but she hadn't expected the guy to be quite as young as he seemed. He was cute – seriously cute. She made a point of checking out the front of his jeans. There was a definite bulge there. Anne also liked the fact that he was quick in making a move toward her.

A lot of guys don't dance well – but Scott was okay. He had some basic moves. Without being able to check out every guy in the place, Anne felt Scott was a decent choice – he was a cute, sexy, really young guy. At one point as they danced, Anne put her hand on his waist. Scott seemed now a little shy, but smiled as she let her hand linger on him. 

After one song, Anne asked for that beer. They found a crescent-shaped booth, and soon after a waitress. The beers would be on their way.

The two began to engage in small talk. Scott did manage to say that Anne looked "good", which was his way of saying either "hot", "sexy", or "slutty". It didn't matter to her which meaning he intended.

The booth, being in a crescent shape, allowed them to sit beside each other, as opposed to across from each other. This, in turn, allowed Anne to drop her hand on Scott's leg occasionally. Scott didn't reciprocate. It was beginning to dawn on Anne that Scott was so young he didn't have full confidence in his moves yet.

Anne wondered how she should proceed. Should she just break off the small talk? She was hoping for a smoother transition. She as hoping Scott would take more initiative. He clearly was interested, and he surely wasn't thinking of Anne as a long term prospective girlfriend. Again Anne read this as part of his inexperience.

Yes, he was cute, but Anne wondered if she shouldn't be looking for someone a bit more aggressive. Ultimately, she decided all that mattered was the package, and he was one cute package with a bulge in his pants.

The beers came. They continued to talk, Anne telling him why she was down here, and Scott talking a bit about school. He was aware she was older, but wasn't asking any questions. At one point he made some light fun of some other guys whooping it up in one area of the bar. Anne decided it was an opportunity to steer the conversation to begin moving forward to achieving her goal for the night. She said, "Yeah – guys will be guys. It's hard to put up with them. But...... they still can be useful to have around once in a while."

Scott gave his shy smile again. Anne was determined to proceed, and placed her hand on his leg again, this time leaving it there. She gave it a gentle squeeze. He seemed a bit surprised, possibly thinking he can't believe his luck; possibly thinking it can't be this easy!  

Scott was maybe shy, but he was no dummy. He was quite happy to go down this road. They'd only begun drinking their beers, and he had this wild, hot chick's hand on his thigh already. "So," he started, "how do you find guys useful?"

This was the opportunity to end the game. Anne needed to make a final decision – proposition Scott, or move on to find someone else. She made it quickly – young Scott would do. "Well," she began – and then paused as she moved her hand up to pass by the front of his jeans– "I was hoping you'd be useful to me tonight. I was thinking of inviting you back to my hotel room so that you can show me what a man you are."

Anne gave his very hard cock another pass through by his jeans, and then moved it away. Scott's reaction was sincere. "Jeez – I'm ready now." His "I'm" sounded more like "Ah'm", but to Anne, it just didn't matter.

The glasses were still three quarters full. But Anne wasn't here for the beer. "Let's go now."

They departed quickly, leaving the beer behind. It was still only 9:45 p.m.

Anne normally would be tired at this time of the night, given the time difference. But her adrenalin was pumping, and as she walked she could feel she was very wet between the legs. This was actually her first sexual conquest of her life. Past sex experiences had been with boyfriends.

Anne made a point of grabbing his hand as they walked. They were going to be coupling, so she felt they should appear as a couple. Given her overly sexed up outfit, she felt a little easier being outside while holding his hand. She made sure they walked fast, and she again used the hotel side entrance to get to the elevators.

Once inside the elevator took about 30 seconds to return to the ground floor. Anne on the one hand wanted to rip Scott's clothes off; on the other hand wanted to get out of sight as soon as possible. 

This was, in some sense, a fishing expedition for Anne. Her slutty outfit was the hook and bait. Having reeled in her fish, she didn't want anyone else seeing her like this. The slutty outfit was for him and him alone now. It was for a specific business-like purpose and wasn't to be used by others (meaning she wasn't interested in providing viewing pleasure for anyone else.)




Anne's Ambition



Anne was experiencing a tremendous mixture of emotions. She was part embarrassed to be out in public dressed like a whore; she was definitely nervous – this was very much unchartered territory for her; she was sexually excited at the chance to play the slutty woman; she was extra sexually excited at having this young stud to mate with; and the twinge of guilt she was feeling having decided to cheat on her husband only served to excite her further.

When the elevator doors opened, she was quick to get in, quick to push her floor number and quick to push the close-doors button. As they closed, she just as quickly turned to Scott, pushed him against the elevator wall and planted her mouth on his. She wrapped one arm around his head as they open-mouth kissed, while her other hand began to grope, again, the front of his jeans.

Scott couldn't believe this conquest. It had never been this easy. 'Easy' was the right word here. For a girl of this calibre to be so willing to spread her legs for a guy, she was the definition of the word. And with the way she was dressed the real surprise was that it was free.  He put his arms around her as they kissed and he thought to himself that this would amount to fucking a prostitute, except that she hadn't asked for money. His plan was to lay back and take everything she wanted to give him.

Anne, meanwhile, had expected to be ravaged, but it was she doing the ravaging. Scott was a decent, but still inexperienced kisser. They broke off the kiss to get off on her floor. She got them inside her room, but quickly again locked lips with him, keeping him against the door. She resumed her groping again too.

Scott returned the kisses and gladly accepted the groping. He had not expected to score tonight, but was very pleased that he had. He placed his arms around her slim waist. Anne, in return, briefly quit grabbing at his groin to move his hands down to her denim clad ass. Lips in permanent lock and tongues doing a dance together, Anne began squeezing the full length of Scott's cock through his jeans. It was a serious hard on. Scott had both of his hands on her ass cheeks an squeezed at will.

The couple did some serious making out. Anne felt happy with her choice. She was seriously wet, and she needed more and she wanted sex all night long. She was carrying through with her decision to be unfaithful and had chosen an attractive young stud that clearly was well endowed and had no problem getting it up.  She really didn't have any other requirements.  Scott was clearly younger than she had anticipated, but that he was young actually turned her on even more; and that she could attract such a young guy, was, of course, ego-stroking. And so she broke off the kissing and dragged him over beside the chair and ottoman in her room. She reached for his belt buckle and proceeded to open up his jeans. "I want to see what I've been playing with", she teased.

Together, they dropped his jeans revealing his bulge in his underpants. There was a wet stain in his underwear. He was obviously leaking pre-cum. Anne, still fully dressed, dropped to her knees before him. 

There was no doubt that if Anne's husband had any idea of what was going on, their marriage would be over in an instant. There would be no discussion on that. Just dressing the way she had dressed to go to alone would have ended the marriage. But now she was down on her knees fumbling with a guy's jeans to get them off his legs. 

Briefly Anne thought about how all guys like it when a chick goes down on her knees before them and how she hadn't been doing it for her husband in years. And yet here she was with a young kid she didn't even know and her wanton behaviour was turning herself on even more.

Jeans now down below his knees, Anne could now see a complete outline of his rock hard cock. She braced her left hand against his leg and raised her right hand to cup his balls through his briefs. She squeezed gently and he groaned.

Anne felt up his manhood for another minute and then, leaned forward and kissed the front of his briefs. There were no more thoughts about her husband. Now, the only male on her brain was the young man in front of her with the rock hard cock. At this moment this was her man.

She let her lips linger against the front of his briefs gently kissing his cock through the material. She moved her lips up to where the cock tip was still leaking and took a bit of the still-covered cock head into her mouth. His cock was twitching and he was grunting and groaning with pleasure. Scott wanted to thrust it into her mouth.

Up and down Anne nibbled on the outline of his covered cock. She added to his pleasure by having a finger wind its way into his briefs to make contact with his balls. Again, she returned to his cock tip to repeat – and now from his pre-cum and her saliva the front of his briefs were quite soaked.

Anne then began to slowly, deliberately peel down his underwear, thereby setting free his cock. It stood straight out, aiming directly to her mouth. She detected the faint smell of semen.

Scott, frankly, wasn't exactly sure what to do. It was all being done for him. He didn't even have to ask. Anne was doing everything before he could even think of what he wanted next. He was just going to enjoy every minute.

Anne, in turn, could feel months of frustration about to be released from its enclosure that was her mind. Her first thought Scott had a nice cock. What impressed her most was how particularly hard it was. If you're going to be unfaithful, this is the way to do it! She didn't need a rocket scientist. She didn't need a marathon runner. She needed a hot guy with good looks and hard body and a nice cock. Scott fit the bill.

Although Anne's decision to engage in extramarital sex had been made much earlier, even at this last minute, it was open to her to change her mind. She could still apologize to Scott call it off, and back away. But the idea of backing away wasn't at all in Anne's mind. Having sex with Scott was.  The nervousness of being dressed like a whore in public was no longer present. Instead the pent up lust, many months in the building, was unleashing itself. Her need was straightforwardly primal. She wanted a stud to fuck her all night; to give it to her in a way her husband couldn't.

Keeping her hands on the back of Scott's legs, Anne leaned forward to kiss Scott's now bare cock. It continued to twitch in reaction to the contact. It continued to leak pre-ejaculation semen. Anne again gave his cock tip a lingering kiss to ensure the pre-cum rubbed off on her lips. She could now taste it. Even if she were to call it off now, the fact that another man's semen had entered her mouth meant she could no longer claim to be a faithful wife. Anne felt no guilt at all – only desire. This was turning into a simply great decision. She had known she wanted it; what she hadn't anticipated is just how badly she wanted it. Even the oral play wasn't just a prelude to the fun – she was immensely enjoying being on her knees and kissing Scott's cock. Her lust had reached levels she hadn't felt before. She felt an immediate deep need to simply be Scott's slut, all night long.

Scott looked down to watch her lips make contact with his cockhead. All he could say was what he was thinking – "So gooooooood." 

Scott was a clean guy, but it had been a long time since Anne had had her face in the general vicinity of another man's genitals. There was now the scent of sex in the air. His cock continued to leak semen and Ann took an inch of his cock into her mouth to get a better taste. Semen continued to leak and she used her tongue against the slit of his cock to stimulate him further, which in turn caused more leakage. The taste filled her mouth.

Scott's cock was no bigger than her husband's, but it had the hardness of a young man's cock. It was like sucking on granite covered in a smooth skin. Her head bobbed up and down on his rigid pole. Her right hand attached itself to his balls to add to the intensity of the pleasure he was feeling.

Scott just stood there an accepted the pleasure. Eventually he placed his right hand behind her head. This allowed him to thrust in a bit with his hips getting his cock further down to the back of her mouth. In between grunts, he continued his chant of "So gooooood.... So fuckin' gooooood."

Anne had intended to spend considerable time sucking on the cock of the guy she brought home.  She had imagined it like a porno movie – 15 to 20 minutes of a long, slutty blow job, but the heat between her legs had begun to call the shots. She put her left hand between her legs, hoping her own fingers would be sufficient, but this only made her hornier. The long, slutty blow job would have to wait. Next round, she could spend more time tasting him. Anne stood up wrapped her hand around his shaft and pushed him back into the chair.

He put his legs up on the Ottoman and began to unbutton his shirt. Ann meanwhile stripped in front of him – first taking off the tank top; then the bra; and then struggled a bit to take her very tight jeans off. 

Scott's hand immediately went between her legs. He was liking what he was seeing very much. This was a fine piece of ass before him.

She let him check her out a bit before she removed her panties. They were now completely soaked.

Anne wasted no time and moved on top of Scott straddling him. His cock was stand straight up like a rocket. This would be easy – all she would have to do is lower herself onto him. She looked him straight in the eyes, her mouth two inches from his, and did just that, slowly impaling herself on his erection inch by inch.

Anne's wetness made penetration easy. Scott reached up to squeeze Anne's breasts. Anne just continued to thrust downward onto his shaft.  She took control and kissed him on the mouth, pushing his head against the chair. 

Anne had envisaged a long sexual encounter. She had expected the oral to linger. She expected to spend time being eaten out. When she had played it out in her head, she had envisaged a long good straight missionary fuck to follow the long, slutty blow job.

But Scott's inexperience changed the game plan. Anne felt like she was practically taking a virgin here. It was clear he wanted it, but it was equally clear he wasn't taking the lead and was going to just sit back and see what was done with him.

From Scott's perspective, he was going to let this whore do her work. This wasn't much different than getting a hand job at a massage parlour.

Anne had now managed to get all of Scott's cock in her. If you were to look at her ass, you would see his balls against it whenever she thrust down. He was getting a good, deep penetration.

Anne felt it was exactly what she had needed. It was like the flood gates had open after all these months. The pure physical sexual pleasure of fucking a man you were in lust with without there being any emotional baggage attached due to a relationship was like the difference between the fresh air of a large forest in the countryside versus the air found in an industrial part of a city. She was feeling pure sexual desire for Scott and receiving pure sexual pleasure in return. It would be wrong to call this casual sex; there was nothing casual about it. It was, instead, heated, intensely physical, and passionate.

Anne had never taken a man on a chair like this, but had watched enough porn to know what to do. I was simple – she fucked herself on his granite-hard cock while planting her mouth on his.

Scott lay there, slumped in the chair, letting Anne impale herself, while French kissing her back and occasionally groping her breasts and pulling on her nipples. Once in a while he'd prefer to grope her ass instead. Twice he managed to get a tit in his mouth for a quick suck.

Anne kept her lips on Scott's for several minutes. Their tongues danced in and out of each other's mouths.  And all the time Anne fucked herself on Scott's pole. She could feel an orgasm was quickly building in her. The sexual frustration of months of pent up lust was ready to explode. It had only been a few minutes, but she had to consciously try to hold back from cumming so quickly. This didn't feel wrong at all; it actually felt very right. Anne, when she wasn't letting waves of pleasure wash over her, applauded herself for making an amazing decision. She felt she deserved this – hard work – and now hard play.

Scott, on the other hand, was mesmerized by what was happening. This was like bread falling from the skies – he couldn't believe his luck. Hot chick; amazing fuck. This was turning into an incredible evening and he had been in an over-excited stated since the moment he laid eyes on this sex pot. Scott had no reason to hold off and prolong his cumming. His balls were fully and ready to unload.  His only desire at this very moment was to plant his sperm deep inside of the slut. He was turned on by how obviously turned on she was; but he didn't really care if she finished or not. 

Scott began thrusting his hips upward, meeting Anne as she was planting herself back down. Anne knew this meant he was really feeling it right then, and the thought that he was near cumming quickly put her over the edge.

Anne broke off the kissing to say, "Oh God", and then proceeded to accept being overwhelmed by her own orgasm, collapsing herself on his spear. Scott kept thrusting into her at an ever faster rate, which kept the waves of her orgasm going for about a further 30 seconds.  All the time his pace was picking up. Not a minute had passed and he was finishing inside her. His sperm spurted in several blasts deep inside her. Ann had cum with a devastating intensity. The sensation of him cumming, though, was like the icing on the cake. Even though she hadn't fully recovered from her own earthquake yet, she could feel the heat of his sperm firing into her.  She would be unable to explain it herself, but in accepting his sperm, she felt, suddenly a moment of intimacy with Scott. She resumed the open-mouth kissing with his cock still fully planted in her.

Eventually, Scott's cock began to soften. Anne, too, needed to change her position. Her legs were now getting sore and cramped from squatting onto him. She repositioned herself so that she was sitting across him with her legs dangling over the chair. She put her arm around his neck and kissed him again. Scott, in turn, let his hands roam her body.

For a couple of minutes they did nothing but kiss and feel each other. It didn't matter that he was much younger. It didn't matter he lived so far away from her. It didn't matter to her that she was married. They had coupled and she felt a tender intimacy with him as if they were a couple. They had mated. This was her (young) man; her chosen stud.

As they kissed, she imagined the rest of the night in bed with her lover. They'd fuck until they collapsed. She would wake up in the morning and mate with him yet again. This was the difference between a husband and a lover – with a husband your intimacy spreads over many aspects of life. With a lover, intimacy is completely sexual.  Anne now saw it as a completely natural phenomenon.  They had created a bond between them by mating.  His sperm was inside her. Nothing could ever change this.

Anne loved her husband but it seemed natural to be attracted to other men and natural to choose one to mate with. And once having mated with that man, she could sense a bond between them. Anne hadn't expected to have intimate feelings for Scott, but having already achieved her goal she wanted to continue kissing him and caressing him. 

Scott finally broke off the embrace to excuse himself and go to the washroom. Anne took the opportunity to move over to the bed. A quick finger test confirmed Scott had planted a lot of sperm in her. And she wanted it there. She would now always be a wife who could not claim to have been faithful. She didn't want to be such a wife.  It wasn't exactly like how she thought it would go, but it was amazing. It was perfect. It had been explosive. 

Anne was glad her plan had worked so well. It was proof that thinking things through paid dividends. She reminded herself that she was driven to succeed in business. She felt she therefore deserved to be fucked by the highest quality stud. She felt she had earned this right.

Ann figured she should probably wash up when Scott came back. She had built up a bit of a sweat in riding her pony. She wanted to remain perfect for her stud.

Scott emerged in moments, and he walked over to Anne, who was seated on the edge of the bed. His cock was now soft, but he hadn't lost the grin he'd had on his face since he had cum in her.

She put her arms around him and kissed his stomach. Completely naked, he seemed very young. She decided to ask, "So, how old are you, anyway?" She asked it with a smile, not wanting to alarm him about her own age. 

"Well my I.D. says 21", he responded still grinning. "But actually that's still some three months away." 

He was 20! Anne was really surprised at this. She had just fucked a boy! She was getting intimate feelings for a boy! She did her best to suppress her shock.  She had thought 22 or 23. But 20! That was actually a little too young, but she did take a little extra pride in being able to seduce him.

She decided to pay him a compliment. It was wise to keep him horny as she'd soon want more, so she said, "Well you're really a good fuck." He smiled at this, unsure of what to say.

Instead of offering a compliment back, Scott asked Anne how old she was.

Anne used the typical girls trick and said, "First, tell me how old you think I am."

Scott earnestly replied, "26?"

Anne knew she could get away with such an estimate, but she took it as a compliment – one can't get enough such compliments in life. "Actually, I'm 27", she said. She didn't want to tell him her actual age. She could tell his mind was processing the fact that he'd just fucked an "older" woman. In his head a seven year difference was a big difference! What would he say if he knew she was 32?

It was now Anne's turn to use the washroom. A bit of the sperm pumped inside her was beginning to leak. She felt this desire to keep it in her as a memento of this experience, but when it starts to leak, you need to clean. She marvelled at how much more sperm a young man generates.

In the washroom Anne mentally patted herself on the back. Her "situation" had been brewing for a long time. She had come to a conclusion as to how to deal with it, which many would criticize, but it had worked perfectly. It was turning into an energizing and sexy experience and she felt no pangs of guilt at all at having been unfaithful. In fact, to the contrary she felt it was the right thing to do – it was what she needed! She had planned it so that it wouldn't impact her family, especially her husband, who she did truly love; and she ensured it wouldn't impact work either. Messing around with someone back home was, as she always thought, a risky, and therefore bad idea. This, on the other hand, had been an amazing experience. She had been worked up in a sexual lather and satisfied by the young boy/man stud. It had been a liberating experience. He, obviously, got what he wanted to.

Having freshened up she went to return to Scott.

To Anne's surprise, Scott had dressed again, and was doing up the final buttons on his shirt. This was not at all what she had expected. He looked at her with that grin and said, "Got to get back to my dorm now."

Anne had to let it sink in for a moment, but decided it was worthwhile to ask him to stay. "Are you sure you wouldn't want to spend the night?"

Scott replied, "Ah'd really love to, but can't. I was supposed to ...... be somewhere tonight. Meet up with some friends back at the dorm. Had just really gone for a beer first. You kind of sidetracked me a bit. Figgered I had to give it a shot. So I moved in on you as quick as I could." Scott paused and grinned, but when Anne said nothing, he added, "Have to be up early tomorrow, too, for school."