7 comments/ 25623 views/ 3 favorites Jillian Needs a Man By: Sean Renaud Jillian wrapped her legs around Mike's waist pulling him deeper into her lithe body. She tossed her head back and shut her eyes at the same moment. A long moan erupted from her lips as she bumped her body against her husband. Next she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his face down between her breasts shaking them against the sides of his face. "I'm cumming!" She groaned and after what felt like forever but was probably less than a minute she got what she wanted. Her husband came. "I love you so much." Her husband cooed. He leaned closer and kissed Jillian who returned the sentiment. She did love him, he was a good man. He'd been a good man in high school when they met, the kind of guy who had gotten her home from the Promt with her virginity intact. It was easy to love the man who'd been there through everything and never once hurt her, not even a little bit. "I have to use the bathroom real quick." Jillian muttered pushing her man off her and then rolling from their king sized bed. He was a good provider, even though they didn't have any children he'd still bought her a three bedroom house in a good neighborhood. The bathroom was almost as large as her old bedroom with a tub large enough to easily accommodate the couple and a stand alone shower with a bench that was again large enough for the two to share. As soon as she was in the bathroom she grabbed her box of tampons reached inside the one box her husband would never play with and pulled out something that nearly defied description. It was some kind of dildo with two little prongs coming off it so it almost looked like the popular ninja weapon called a sai. With one leg thrown over the back of the toilet she pushed the toy into her still snug cunt. The first push only got a little past the tip into her, the toy was considerably thicker than her husband and not nearly as well lubed yet. A little bit of spit and force managed to get it halfway with two more attempts. It wasn't until the eighth or ninth push that she managed to get it all the way in. Seven inches of vibrating, twisting, pulsing rubber was forced into her pussy, far past where her hubby's five inches of almost hard love reached. As soon as it was all the way in she twisted slightly just teasing her virginal ass with one of the prongs, the other focused on her clit. She had to be quiet, she could let him know that he wasn't enough to get the job done any more, never really had been. What he could do was get the fire started and she had to cum! Jillian needed the release that her toys could bring so she bit down on her lower lip stifling a moan that would have alerted her husband to her infidelity. At the same time she closed her eyes and fanaticized about a her husband taking her into an alley and forcing her to commit every lewd act he could imagine. He wouldn't stop until she had fulfilled his twisted desires and then he would just leave. In her dreams her husband was a complete savage, nothing like the docile sheep she'd just mated with. In her dreams he was a man Like every orgasm she'd ever had Jillian had this orgasm in as close to silence as she could manage. The whimper remained trapped in her throat just as she'd intended, even she didn't hear it but her body relaxed and all the tension went out. For a moment she wondered what it would be like to scream while she was having her orgasm, like the women in the porn movies. It looked like it would feel better, like screaming at the top of your lungs would inherently made the orgasm more intense. Like when martial artists shouted with their attacks. Jillian waited a few moments then used the bathroom for real before walking out to her husband who was already asleep. Awake enough to claim that he was awake but it was obvious that he was already past any sort of conversation. Jillian slipped down the stairs and into their game room to check her mail in peace as well as to get in a few quick rounds of Left 4 Dead before she snuggled into bed warm and safe with the man who held her heart in his hands. Before she signed onto her Xbox to hunt zombies she saw a very important email. Her appointment to make her husband's anniversary gift was set for the middle of the next day. She hadn't expected them to be able to schedule her so quickly. She responded immediately to confirm the time. She hit the send button and then dashed over to her Xbox to hunt the undead. It was just past midnight when Jillian actually got into the bed kissed her husband on the cheek whispering her sincere love for him. She wrapped his arm around her shoulder and slipped off to dreamland. There unlike reality he was a man and he kept her satisfied. In her dreams her husband was everything she wanted in a man. Sadly she would wake up in few hours and be forced stubbornly back into reality.   Twelve and Six Breakfast and the rest of Jillian's morning went off relatively uneventfully. She kissed her loving husband told him she loved him and sent him off to work before she'd gone to work to herself. He didn't know that she had a job of course and in reality she didn't, what she was doing today wasn't even something for herself. It was for him. It was because she loved him so damn much that she could feel it in her heart. That love was exactly what made it so painful that he didn't excite her. She wanted something that he could never give her and she'd known when she'd first married him. It didn't make sense to her when she'd married him. Back then, just like today as she wound through the heavy traffic downtown she was convinced that she could somehow improve him. That all it was going to take was the right spark and she'd get the fire she'd been craving for years. She was basking in the warmth of that fire as she drove, as well as wishing she'd eaten more for breakfast. Not because she was hungry but because she thought that if her stomach was filled with food there would be less room for the butterfly tornado tumbling her tummy. Unless you counted the very rare visits to the pool this would be the closest to nude any man other than her husband had seen her and the thought of it had her battling against all of her worst nervous ticks. Normally she would have indulged more than just the steady pumping of her left leg and the tightening and loosening of her grip on the steering wheel but she couldn't afford to indulge in the others for a number of reasons. Normally when she was nervous the first thing she would do would be to bite her nails but she'd painted them devil's red for the occasion and wouldn't mess them up. For the same reason she wasn't strumming her fingers along the dash board or anything else to get the oddly calming wave of clicks. Jillian was at the same time fighting the urge to play with her hair but it had taken her nearly an hour to tease her brown hair into the luscious waves cascading around her face. She wasn't even leaning back in her seat for fear of crushing the style she'd worked so hard on. She could easily reapply her make up if push came to shove but she was likewise suppressing the need to chew on her lower lip and all of that was driving her insane. Driving downtown wasn't helping anything with its maze of one way streets and her GPS system screeching at her to turn here or continue two hundred yards before merging left. How many people had a good reference for two hundred yards anyway? Why not say second street or whatever it actually meant! A deep breath tried to center her but as it hissed free of her lips it was obvious it had done nothing of the sort. It was a good thing that was the final thing she had to do before the obnoxious feminine voice said the only good things it ever said. Arriving at destination. Good bye. Jillian pulled into the parking garage and took one last look at herself in the rearview mirror as she screwed up the courage to take the last few steps. She knew that she wanted to do this but her heart was racing in her chest just as fast as it would go. If she hadn't had an appointment to keep she probably would have stayed in the car all afternoon instead of making a decision. Even with the deadline she sat in her car staring at nothing for several minutes until her cell phone alarm went off dragging her back into reality. It was her fifteen minute warning so she would call ahead if she was running behind schedule. One last deep breath and she opened the door of her Jetta and swung her black high heels onto the concrete. She envisioned herself like a beauty in a movie so she paused for a moment examining her own red painted toe nails through the straps of her shoe then let that same gaze travel the length of her toned calves and up to her shapely thighs still modestly covered in a knee length skirt. As she rose she sucked in her stomach just a bit, she wasn't overweight, not at all but she had that tiny bit of tummy that most women have kept her from believing she was perfect. Jillian didn't focus long on that minor imperfection, her gaze moved to what most men thought of as her best feature. Her large, almost too large for her slight body breasts currently straining against a t-shirt. Even though nobody was watching she tossed her hair back over her shoulders and gave her most dazzling smile baring her pearl white teeth and ruby lips. A smallish nose crinkled slightly when she smiled, an adorable trait that many flattered her on and finally her big brown eyes that right then were flooded with doubt but she was trying to erase the last of it. Returning her movie star fantasy she turned back to her car and bent at the waist pushing her ass up slightly as she grabbed her gym bag and fantasized about a man seizing her from the rear. He wouldn't tell her his name, it wouldn't matter anyway since she was never going to see him again. He'd lift her shirt up just enough to get his rough hands on her breasts and he'd crush her body between him and the car. There would just be her soft female form between the unforgiving steel car and the uncompromising iron of a real man. He'd. . . A car drove past her, though it never stopped Jillian felt and embarrassed flush singe her skin. She quickly looked around to make sure that she really was alone and once she was sure that nobody had been watching her until the feeling passed. She had an appointment to keep and she couldn't just stand around day dreaming about things. She was going to make her husband do those things. That's why she was there. It took her a few minutes to find the office, it was a large building but she found it. She didn't get a chance to think about it anymore when she reached the door as she approached the door it opened on its own and a devilishly handsome man ushered her past the threshold. He was speaking, his lips were moving anyway but Jillian didn't hear much. She was actually focused lower on his anatomy, at his chest and the painted on black shirt he was wearing. It was literally clinging to his abs. He looked like something that belonged in a museum or a wrestling ring with his strong jaw and square features. his blonde hair was cut short almost military style and he had icy blue eyes. He was still saying words, thick honeyed words with a slight southern drawl. Jillian could almost feel them caressing her as he took her through the studio. Maybe he didn't notice she was gawking, or maybe he was so used to it that he simply didn't fight it. Needless to say the reason why she followed him to the changing room wasn't because he'd asked her to, nor was it because he'd gotten her gym bag somehow, it was because she was following his muscular rump trying to hide behind loose slacks. It wasn't working, but nothing that was as close to perfection as this man could hide. "What's your name?" She finally asked. "It's Steve, Steve Black." He responded quickly with a smile. Jillian tried to hide her embarrassment. She'd already known his name from the website, and the phone call, his voice was so much sexier in real life than over the phone. He'd even introduced himself, she thought, when he'd first approached her and his mouth had been forming those interesting shapes. . . He told her to change into whatever she was going to take the first bunch of pictures in and then shut the door leaving her alone and slightly embarrassed. "How long is this going to take?" She called. "In and out of the shoot or for you to get your pictures back?" "Both I guess." "The part in here usually takes about two hours depending on the woman. Someone as sexy as you should probably be easy in about a half and hour. I don't have to spend time getting the light to hide you. The pictures I can have them back by the day after tomorrow and then you have to pick them up. I don't mail these pictures out for obvious reasons. Now I'm going to set up." "Wow I've got it bad. Might as well put those ideas right out of my head. I'm a married woman and he's . . . well look at him. I'm sure he can have any woman he wants and probably does. There is no way he'd take more than a second glance at me." Jillian tried to convince herself as she shed her mundane clothing. The only things she kept on were things she didn't expect to shed at all, her heels and a lacy black thong that didn't quite conceal her womanly treasures. The first outfit she was going to wear was a slinky black dress with a low cut neckline. She had only worn it once before at a party she and her husband had been invited. She remembered how the men looked at her when she was wearing that dress not her husband of course. He'd been too busy making his rounds and talking to important people. He was showing her off, his lovely wife but really she was just arm candy and he didn't notice her, not like the other men did. Try as they might to conceal their hungry eyes she could feel them creeping over her. Without the distractions her husband would see what they had seen. Jillian considered for a moment pulling the dress down, it didn't quite cover her butt as it normally fell but then decided against it. That was the kind of pictures she wanted him to take anyway. It didn't hurt any that she might have wanted HIM to see her. "You look amazing." Steve boasted as soon as she stepped out of the dressing room. He quickly whisked her over to a background of red velvet and started snapping pictures. "So these are for your. . ." He was fishing as he moved around her snapping pictures. "Husband." She replied trying to fight the urge to pull down the dress. Jillian could feel it as he undressed her with his eyes. It felt like the dress was complying with his wishes. Every time she moved even in the least the already tiny dress rode up a little more until she could feel the cool air lapping at her bare ass. It wouldn't have been half as bad if he wasn't so blatantly trying to capture from her best angle. It wasn't just the camera that was snapping at her flesh. Steve was doing the same thing every time he instructed her. Thrills fired up warming Jillian's body as Steve told her how he wanted her to pose. He was helping her out of the dress without touching her at all and it was the sexiest thing she had ever experienced. He'd make her spread her legs and lean over the bench then he'd get another with her shoulders slightly angled toward him and slowly but surely the dress worked its way up over her hips so he could get pictures of her now bare ass. At the opposite end of her outfit the constant shrugging and shifting hadn't quite caused a wardrobe malfunction but that was more because the dress was a little small across the bust than anything else. "Okay take the top of your dress down around your stomach." Jillian's heart stopped for a moment when she heard him make the suggestion. She'd come here expecting to take pictures much more decadent than that but the way he said it. He wasn't asking her and she didn't have the right to deny him. The dress came down after just two deliberate movements. She was wearing a black and red bra holding her already impressive breasts into near perfect form. She knew she looked good but that wasn't what suddenly filled her chest with pride. That would be Steve. He'd stopped taking pictures for a moment and was just staring at her slack jawed. "I'm sorry." He didn't need to apologize. Jillian didn't expect him to look at her like that. She'd seen the hunger in his eyes and she liked it. She liked knowing that there was something primal in that muscle bound hung waiting to snap and devour her. Right then Jillian wondered if there were really women who hated being looked at like a piece of meat. Maybe if it was the wrong man doing the looking but if it was six and a half feet of beef cake what woman didn't want to be devoured? As she wriggled free of her dress she fantasized about him tasting her, his lips on hers. Perhaps he would try for the sensitive patch of flesh at the nape of her neck, maybe he'd wander lower. Even though he never asked her to it was Steve who told her to slip out of her bra and let the fabric float down to the floor. She casually kicked it away before cupping her breasts making certain he was able to feast on the succulent meat. Steve did his part, circling closer and closer snapping photos and instructed her how he wanted her to pose. Then it stopped. "Next outfit." It had to be time for the next outfit Jillian realized looking down at herself. Her dress had been folded and tucked into a belt and her bra was half across the room. Her thong didn't cover much of anything normally and covered less after all of that movement. A sudden wave of modestly crested over her as she quickly reached down to her thong and adjusted it pulling it free of her flesh so it covered her instead of highlighting her. Jillian's fingers cam back moist and with the scent of her arousal. Maybe Steve was oblivious, maybe he was just a gentleman but either way he didn't seem to be able to smell how aroused she was. Jillian thought it was the only scent in the room as she scurried back to the dressing room. "So tell me about your husband. What does he like? What does he think it the sexiest part of your body does he love? These pictures are for him aren't they?" He was leaning against the door as he spoke and so was she. Jillian felt his weight through the door, his masculinity pouring through it as she pulled the dress off not bothering to fold it as she set it aside. Listening to his deep voice nearly forced her fingers between her thighs but she managed to fight that urge long enough to look down at her gym bag and slither into her next outfit. "He likes my chest." Jillian answered. She stepped out of the dressing room this time dressed in a simple yellow bikini and trying her best to look confident as she strode past Steve and back into the studio. Being in the bikini gave her an odd sort of strength. It felt like he was supposed to be looking at her with that unbridled hunger. Jillian couldn't quite rationalize why it made such a difference but it had something to do with her will. She had chosen to put this outfit on and that was why he was staring. The more she tried to think about it though the less sense it made. The reality was that an attractive man was staring hungrily at her. She was sure that he was speaking again but she wasn't really hearing anything that he was saying. She was much more interested in what his lips were doing as the wandered up and down the length of her neck and shoulders. She'd have to explain those marks to her husband when she got home but that was hours from now and right now the future didn't matter. She was much more focused on how his hands were smoothing down the small of her back and pulling her body against his own sculpted form. There was nothing she could do except yield when he kissed her. The thing was he wasn't kissing her that was all in her mind. In reality he was just instructing her out of her heels and onto the soft sand of his beach background. He was an excellent photographer she imagined. She really felt like a girl frolicking in the sand instead of a housewife rekindling a flame that had never existed to begin with. She spent a few minutes rolling around posing in the sand while he snapped off the pictures. Jillian knew what she was actually thinking about though. She was wondering what It would be like to curl her fingers into the hot sand while he gripped her hips hard enough to bruise her flesh and rutted her. She didn't want him to make love to her, she didn't even want him to fuck her like a man would. She wanted him to rut her like a wild beast. Just take her over and over again until she was sore. Jillian Needs a Man Even though she couldn't make out the words his voice dragged her part of the way back into reality. Close enough that here eyes opened and she could see that she wasn't on the beach soaking in sun and stares. She was in a sandbox under hot lamps. She saw something else. There was a bulge in Steve's pants and even though he was doing his best to conceal it behind his leg it wasn't working. Even through the fabric she could tell he was a big, not freakish like a porn star but long and thick and obviously reacting to her. Jillian was reacting to it as well. Suddenly she was aware of everything around her right down to the individual grains of sand sticking to her belly. Jillian felt her hair brushing over her shoulders and the fine gooseflesh that had raised there but there was one thing that was nearly drowning out every other thought and feeling. A warmth spreading from her hips. She was wet, soaking, sopping, drenched. He had to be able to see how wet she was, he could probably smell it. "We're done here unless. . ." He let the words hang in the air for a few moments trying to gauge her reaction. "You maybe want to do some tasteful nudes for your husband." He set the camera down for a moment and sat down on a stool casually letting his eyes wander the studio before dashing back to her. "Tasteful?" Jillian queried. She wasn't actually worried about the photos or him seeing her nude. He'd already seen just about everything anyway. She was worried about what would happen to her nude in a room with that man. He hadn't touched her once and she was already as wet as she could remember being. "Strictly high class." He replied grinning slightly as he looked at her. He already had a good idea of what she was thinking. It was just a matter of pushing her those last few inches. He'd seen it dozens of times. She was trying to spice up her sex life. Lingerie, porn, naughty pictures and food play were all good ways to add a new spark to a relationship. For real excitement though there is no substitute for fresh flesh. "If you're uncomfortable . . ." "I have to go." Jillian whispered. She could barely hear it herself but she figured he got the message when she got to her feet and walked past him. She didn't bother getting dressed, she didn't trust herself to spend another minute in Steve's presence so she picked up her gym bag and half walked half ran through the office enduring the shocked stares of the other people working there. The moment her ass touched down on the warm fake leather seats she yanked the bottoms of her panties to one side and jammed two fingers into pussy. "Steve!" She shouted. Jillian gave a quick look around the parking lot to make sure she was alone and then wandered back into her fantasy. In her fantasy she hadn't ran out of there like a coward, or rather he hadn't let her. She tried to walk past him he snatched her by the arm and pushed her against the wall. He didn't ask her permission. The closest thing he did to asking her was he pressed hid body against hers, his hardness straining against her. The closest she came to consenting was she didn't say no, not even when she heard his pants drop and he pushed into her. He was bigger than just her two fingers so a third was added trying to emulate the way he would stretch her. Jillian realized she was panting now, almost sweating in her car but she didn't care. If she'd rolled down a window she might have gotten enough fresh air to clear her thoughts and stop masturbating in public but she didn't. The heat of the car combined with the smell of sex fueled her onward. Her thumb moved over her clit pinching it between her thumb and the three fingers furiously pumping into her. A few minutes later Jillian collapsed into her seat basking in the glow of the biggest orgasm she could remember. She thought she saw the door to the garage shut just as she had that orgasm but her world was still a bit fuzzy. If someone had seen her it couldn't be helped. There was nothing. Nothing at all she could do to change that so she didn't let it bother her. She just started the car and drove home. Jillian couldn't remember a time that it had been so hard to focus on the road but she wanted to play with herself and her hands kept drifting down between her legs forcing her constantly remind herself where her hands belonged. They belonged at ten and two not twelve and six. Men Expect Dinner Jillian had managed somehow to get home without killing herself or anybody else and the fire between her legs had dulled from an inferno to a simple simmer. She found that her hips were swaying with each step when she arrived at her empty house. After starting dinner she headed off for a quick shower. The hot water sluicing down her breasts quickly stoked the flames back up to a roar coaxing a frustrated groan from the woman. She knew already that her fingers weren't going to be enough to solve this problem and she doubted her dildo was going to help either but she leaned out of the shower careful not to drip water onto the floor and knocked over the box of tampons where her toy was hidden and fished it out. Normally it took a while and ease the monstrous sai into her cunt but this time it just slid all the way into her as if she was made of butter. One of the probes bumped up against her nearly virginal anus and the other was ground against her clit as she turned them both on. The sudden jolt in her groin nearly knocked her from her feet. Whimpering Jillian leaned her back against the cool shower tiles and pumped the phallus in and out of her pussy as fast as she could manage desperate to finally put out the flames. Hot water lapped at her breasts, taking turns with her fingers as they pinched and twisted the sensitive nubs. While her hands obsessed with her breasts though the water turned its attention to her entire body raining down on her shoulders and flowing down between her breasts and over her stomach. It pooled in her naval briefly before continuing down passing over her clit and then following a path along her inner thigh, the back of her calf before finally dripping down from her toe. "Oh fuck. Steve!" She called out tossing her head back against the tiles. She could see him there in her mind pushing her up against the back the shower and using her. Jillian knew that he'd be able to make her into a real woman, something her husband had never quite managed. She knew that she wasn't Steve's equal, she was just a plaything for him, something to be used and pushed aside when he was finished with her and she knew that was what she wanted. It was what she needed. "Steve!" She shouted as her orgasm washed over her. Jillian was trembling with frustration when she finished her shower careful to hide her dildo before leaving the bathroom. While it had dulled the fires back down it was still there, a hot patch in her stomach that refused to be tamed. She knew she needed a man. No matter what any woman claims there is no substitute for the feeling of a man, to feel his body against yours, and his breathing and the way they smell, and taste. She wasn't going to be able to deal with this on her own. With a grin she faced the mirror and reapplied her make up, red lipstick and blue eye shadow. She had started to reach for the blush but a quick glance in the mirror proved that to be a waste of time. She was still flushed with desire. She strutted out into the bedroom and put on a skimpy blue transparent thong and a half robe loosely tying it around her waist. It would only take the slightest movement to have something slip and if she wanted she could simply shrug it off. She slid her feet into a pair of low fluffy heels that went with the outfit and swished her way back out to the kitchen to finish cooking. It was a little over twenty minutes before her husband came walking through the door wearing his usual work uniform of a pair of black slacks, a long sleeved white button up and a black tie. He had a coat but like most men in California it was just for show, he never actually wore the thing. He was the consummate business man right down to his clean shaved face and carefully slicked back hair that had easily survived his tedious day of paper pushing. "Honey?" He called before he could see her. "In the kitchen hon. Dinner's almost ready!" Jillian called back leaning over the stove pretending to taste of the entrees resting on it. In reality she was just making the robe ride up over her ass as her husband walked into the kitchen. "Wow, what's the special occasion?" He asked. She could hear it in his voice that he wanted her and the steady footfalls as he made his way across the room and then sat down at the table admittedly giving her plenty of space to squeeze into his lap where she was certain to find that he was happy to see her. It made her want to scream he should have grabbed her by the hips and yanked her back against him. He should have taken her without asking. What kind of man saw a woman dressed so scantily and didn't use her? Jillian took a deep breath concealing the frustration and scooped the meal onto two plates sauntering over to the table and placing one plate in front of both of them. "Forgot the silverware." She muttered swishing back to the drawer and pulling out the appropriate utensils intentionally dropping one right as she arrived at her husband's feet. When she leaned over she knew he got a glimpse of her ripe breasts swaying unprotected by the sheer material. He didn't say or do anything though. "So how was your day?" "Same old same old." He replied. He wasn't even remotely looking at his food though. It would have been cute if she'd been a school girl watching a boy too clumsy to be subtle about where his eyes were and blinding stabbing at food he knew was someplace on his plate. For a fully grown woman who wanted a man it was just annoying. If he wanted something from her he should take it. "Did you do anything interesting? You look very nice by the way." By the fucking way? That was really all she got was by the fucking way she looked nice? A voluptuous woman was sitting opposite him, her breasts ready to spill out of her robe and she looked nice. He couldn't come up with a better word than nice? Still trying to conceal her frustration and utterly refusing to cry she let her legs spread slowly hoping that something would trigger the man inside this person sitting opposite him. "Not really. I spent a few hours shopping though." His eyes widened slightly. "I know you'll love what I got you." "It can't be better than what I've already got." He grinned. Finally he made his move and leaned over to kiss Jillian who immediately dodged by leaning back and shaking her head. He didn't pursue her any farther than that, he just returned to his meal and Jillian to her pouting. "So when do I get some sugar?" He asked after a few moments and another dodged kiss. "You don't." Jillian snapped rising from the table and running to their room. Her husband tried to follow her, to find out what was wrong but she didn't want to talk to him. She spent nearly half an hour in her room sobbing because her husband wouldn't man up and just take what he wanted. Even now as she was sobbing he should have been unlocking the door and coming after her. "Wow, real mature." Jillian whispered as she looked around her empty room. The fire that Steve had set in her belly had finally been quenched by her tears of all things and without it she was suddenly able to see clearly for a moment. How terribly unfair she'd just been and how irrational. Lust wasn't a rational thing though. It was like love, one of those things that just make people into puppets to be pulled along on their strings. Jillian walked out of the bedroom and back to the kitchen pouring two glasses of rum and then walking to the living room where she found her husband was in the middle of watching some show about a secret agent named Michael Weston. "I'm sorry." She whispered sliding onto the couch beside him and handing him his glass. "I'm just having a weird day." Her husband sat the glass down without taking a sip and turned toward her gently hooking her chin. "Do you wanna talk about it?" Jillian shook her head. What was there to talk about anyway? Was she really going to tell him that as much as she loved him he was more a boy than a man and that was what she needed? What she going to tell him that she was increasingly thinking of him as a best friend or brother and that sex with him left her dissatisfied? That she'd spent the day letting a strange man take pictures of her and talk her out of her clothing? She could have gone into great detail about that man as well. Was she going to tell her husband that just the way that man had looked at her had turned her on more than anything her husband had ever done? Was she going to tell him that she'd been able to feel his desire and knew somehow that she'd only barely escaped with her decency intact? She couldn't say any of those things so she just shook her head. Her husband didn't push the subject he wrapped one arm around her and pulled her close watching the show. The night brought very little sleep with it. Instead it brought flashes and glimpses of what Steve was going to do to her when they met up again. How he would bend her to his will and twist her body for whatever need he had. She'd be sore, not just her womanhood but her thighs, her shoulders, her back. she'd feel like she'd ran a marathon when he'd finished and the intensity of the flashes kept her from getting more than an hour of sleep at a time. Eventually she simply stopped trying and snuggled up against her husband trying to push down the thoughts of what she could never have. This was her life and there was nothing she could do to fix that. You'd make an amazing blonde. She remembered those words when she slid out of bed and into the shower. It was one of the things that he'd said while her head was swimming in his presence. Jillian thought about that as she washed her body quickly and got her husband ready for work. It wouldn't be the first time she'd dyed her hair but it would be the first time she'd done it for a man. She didn't try to convince herself that she was doing this for herself. She was doing it for him, because she knew with just a hint of suggestion and her not fleeing he would be a man and he would make her into a woman. That was why she was sitting down the hair salon feeling like an invader in what had been her home at one point. She couldn't remember the last time she had her air and nails done professionally. There was really no need for it since she was just a housewife in her regular life. Her husband never took her out any place nice, even when he'd been courting her. It wass't really his style to go any place that was truly nice. Red Lobster was about the upper end of his tastes and he despised dancing and other formal things. He even usually skipped the company Christmas parties and the like. He wasn't big on the social things. When Jillian was still a single woman though she'd been to the salon almost once a month. She was constantly going to clubs with her girlfriends or to formal dinners with her parents or wherever. She used to know all of the stylists by name and didn't have to tell them what she wanted. They already knew and instead they would pick up their last conversation wherever it left off. Now she just felt like a stranger as she lay back in the chair and allowed the youngish looking girl to do her job. Her husband asked her again what the situation was, what had her up with the sudden changes but she brushed him off casually. Jillian thought for a moment that he suspected her of something, he might not have been the greatest man in bed but he wasn't stupid. She'd shrugged him off sexually twice in as many days, and was dressed up and she'd dyed her hair. He'd have to be blind not to think she was cheating on him but the fact was that she wasn't. She had nothing to feel guilty about. She was just going to pick up her photos for their anniversary and give them to him. That was it. Her husband fell asleep on the couch that night watching something he'd tivoed. Jillian kissed him softly on the temple and brought him a blanket and silently asked him that he forgive her. She hadn't done anything wrong, not yet but she knew what she was intending. She was hoping that her dreams would come to reality. She was hoping that Steve would make her into a woman. Jillian dressed up to pick up her pictures. It was a dress she hadn't worn since she was in college that had never once failed to get attention. Sky blue with a low cut frilled neckline that flattered her already impressive cleavage, an oversized white belt to cinch it tight around her waist clearly defining her pert rump and a hem that was actually almost modest ending just above her knees. It was made of the flimsiest material she had ever seen. When the light caught it just right it was nearly transparent. She'd topped it off with a pair of strapped platform heels that announced her presence as she strode down into the building and into Steve's Office. "Hello Jillian." Steve said with a grin turning towards her as soon as she was in the building. "Wow dyed your hair? It's stunning." Just like before Jillian found herself swooning slightly unable to hear much of what he was saying but he was also reaching for an envelope. "They are all in here would you like to have a look?" Jillian nodded slightly and sank into one of the seats. She didn't even notice that Steve had locked the door behind them. She nodded her head. Steve sat down beside her and threw one arm around her pulling her body against his. The pictures came out better than Jillian was really expecting the way professional pictures always do. She was so much more beautiful and sexual in those pictures and she could see it in the pictures how turned on she was and something she hadn't noticed before in the bikini pictures. She was wet, soaked actually enough that even in the photos there was a dark patch around her crotch. "Oh my god." She blushed with embarrassment and tried to pull away from Steve. He didn't let her go though, he held her in place without effort. It was just one more thing that made him a man. She realized right then that she was powerless in his grasp. He was a man and he was going to do what he wanted and instantly that fire in her belly was back. Steve tossed the pictures aside and swept her easily up into his arms pressing his lips to hers forcing her to respond. It felt like the first time she'd ever been kissed. It was the first time she'd ever been kissed she realized a moment later. Up until that moment she'd thought that kissing was something people did with their lips and tongues but Steve erased that naïve notion immediately. It wasn't Jillian's lips that were kissing him back it was her entire being. It was her leg wrapping around his hips and her fingers gripping his shoulders and the breath trapped in her lungs unable to escape until he allowed it. It was more than his lips on hers as well. Steve's hands were making short work of her clothing yanking bits down or to the side, whatever it took to get his fingers against her flesh. Jillian's eyes were closed and she kept them closed. She didn't want to ruin the illusion that there were literally sparks leaping from his fingertips to her flesh making her entire body jump and dance at his command. She knew that she was getting to him as well. Through his slacks his manhood was pressing up against her bare thigh. As soon as she felt it against her she knew that she had to have it and her hands abandoned his shoulders and went lower fumbling to unfasten his belt and undo the clasp of his trousers while he carried her back into the studio setting her on a high table near one of the cameras. Jillian Needs a Man She managed to get his cock free of his pants and wrapped her fingers around it. Jillian's heart skipped a beat as she realized what a monster she was holding. She'd known from before that he was well endowed but this was insane, he was bigger than her vibrator! He was at least a full eight inches long and thick, her fingers didn't quite encircle him. There was a split second of second thought but that went away when she realized that she was being taken. She could handle that thing because Steve was going to make her handle it. Jillian hadn't realized how long she'd been holding her breath until he mercifully broke his lips from hers and let her drag a breath into her burning lungs. There was no rest for him though. One by one the buttons protecting her breasts from his lips were being undone and in the mean time he was kissing along her neck starting just beneath her ear then traveling the full length of her neck to ton her shoulder, across the hollow of her throat and then down the center of her chest. Steve yanked the top of her dress down but only half way down pinning her arms at her sides. She was trapped, helpless to do anything but moan and squirm as his lips moved to her breasts. Steve took his time with her breasts kissing and licking over every single inch but avoiding her nipples. It was maddening because it was purposeful and it made Jillian want to scream as she tried to twist her body so he'd touch them but he refused. "My nipples." That seemed to be enough for him, his hands went to one and his lips wrapped around the other and Jillian shouted finally while his lips. That only lasted for a few blissful seconds before his lips returned to hers and it felt like he was sucking the air directly out of her. Everything that she had she was submitting freely to this man and he was taking it. Jillian wriggled slightly as he pulled the bottom half of her dress up. He could easily have undressed her but instead he kept her trapped, in her clothing but completely indecent. The only thing that he wasn't so kind with were here panties. He didn't bother to remove them properly, he ripped them over her left hip and folded them over. The earlier fear that she had came back. He was going to shove himself into her and it was more than she could handle. That thing would tear her in two. She couldn't she wouldn't it was . . . His lips were kissing down along her thighs now nipping at the sensitive flesh there and he was teasing her again. Making her squirm trying to get him to kiss her on the lips but he wasn't going to every time it felt like he might he diverted away to her belly or anyplace but where she wanted his lips. "Please lick my pussy." Those words somehow felt right even though she'd never said them before, not to any man. "No." What did he mean no? He wasn't going to do that for her, he was going to bring her to the edge of this precipice and he refused to push her. He couldn't do her that tiny favor of pushing her instead he was going to let her rest at the edge as he drove her to madness with his taunting tongue? Was he really going to do that to her? "No." He repeated himself sensing her disbelief at the entire situation. Steve didn't ask for permission. He didn't even bother to do the polite thing and warn her before he slammed his cock into her. It should have taken at least a dozen strokes to get that monstrous organ into her but he did it in a single mind searing slash that left her too breathless to scream. She was just frozen in place as that thing impaled her and for a moment she wasn't sure what she should do. Part of her wanted more than anything to get the invader out of her body but another part of her knew that was just impossible, that it was trapped inside her and there was nothing she could do about it, not even if she wanted to. In the end Jillian remained still trying to control her breathing until the pain passed. The pain did pass. It only took a few minutes for the pain to pass and for the burning pain that it had started to turn into a different sort of burning. A kind that could only be extinguished by a man, a real man. For a half second her thoughts flashed to her husband. The man boy only crowded her thoughts for a moment then she was back into reality and in reality there was only one thing that mattered. That one thing was Steve. Steve was the only thing that mattered in the world. She was thinking just enough about her husband to know that he didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was him. Steve. Steve's big hard long cock pushing into her. That was the focus point of the entire world while he was inside her. She couldn't feel anything else, she wasn't even aware of the world she was just aware of that thing pushing in and out of her. Filling her in a way she'd never been filled in her entire life. She didn't even know that some of the places he was grinding against existed until he discovered them. Steve wrapped his arms around her Jillian and lifted her easily up off the ground guiding her legs around his waist. Standing he bounced her up and down on his cock letting her weight drive her down farther than she'd been before. Jillian howled until a kiss silenced her. It suddenly seemed so lewd that his tongue was in her mouth, that he was penetrating her from both ends of her body at once and she couldn't stop him, not even if she wanted to. Her arms were still pinned helpless at her sides. He was using her body for whatever he wanted. It was easy for him and it turned her on so much that she could feel her body reacting to him. To a man. It felt like this might be the first time a man had ever touched her body and she could do nothing but yield to him writhing on his hook. An orgasm slammed into Jillian like a fist knocking the air from her lungs and nearly doubling her over forcing her closer to Steve's body. She couldn't scream but she wanted to, the sound just couldn't escape her throat without any air. Her entire body went rigid. For a brief moment of bliss induced insanity she wondered if this was what death felt like. The world was white and her body was stiff and there was nothing else. Nothing at all. Steve yanked her back out of that void and into reality. Reality was that Jillian was on her hands and knees with Steve behind her fucking her like some kind of beast. Their hips were crashing together almost loud enough to drown out her constant moans. Sweat was beginning to drip down his magnificent chest making him seem to glow in under the lights. Jillian's own body was glowing as well. Steve continued hammering away at her but something was changing. The steady rhythm was getting lost in small bursts of rapid sex followed by a few slow deep thrusts then he was back to full speed. "Don't!" Jillian realized her situation a moment late and Steve pushed all the way into her, as deep as his manhood could reach and flooded Jillian with his cum. It was like a hose going off inside her, more cum than she could handle and was oozing down her thigh when he pulled out of her. Jillian smiled staying in the same position, her ass pushed up in the air and her head resting on her arms. Jillian wasn't sure if she didn't want to move yet or if she simply couldn't. Other than a dull ache and sudden feeling of being hollow, not empty but hollow like Steve had taken something that would never be returned to her, something that was his now to take or to give. Other than that strange sensation she couldn't feel anything beneath her waist. She was just numb. "That was incredible." She finally managed to whisper. "Was?" Steve gripping her by the ankles and twisting her onto her back and then folding her in half so only her shoulders, head and the tips of her toes were touching the ground and he entered her again this time letting his weight drive him into her. Jillian was too awed to move, her husband would be worthless for hours after an orgasm, this man had barely hadn't even needed to catch his breath. It was also the first time Jillian had been in that position. She'd seen girls in porn do it before, it was called a piledriver and on screen it always looked awkward and a little painful but it wasn't. It was pure bliss. He was somehow getting deeper, stretching her farther with that weapon. After a few minutes of that position Steve pulled Jillian up, without pulling out into his lap forcing her to ride him. He didn't have to say a single word, his eyes locking with hers was enough to convey the message and Jillian worked her hips, churned them over his cock trying every trick she'd ever learned to get him to cum. She had to make him cum again but he was holding her hips keeping her from going too fast. Steve was taking his time and there was nothing she could do but enjoy herself. Steve finally pulled the Jillian's dress down freeing her arms just as he twisted her around cupping her breasts in his hands. His lips were back to work on her shoulders tasting her sweat and forcing her body to dance to his commands. Jillian had never had two orgasms in the same night but she new what was coming, she recognized that knot growing in her belly and twisting it way down to the tips of her toes and back up again. He was getting close too. She knew and she didn't care. He'd already came inside her she had already betrayed everything in her life.