A model seduction

I am Lara and my husband, Tom, is a photographer for a fashion magazine. On the odd occasion, a model would stay with us. I never really minded until he brought home Sarah. It wasn’t that I was afraid he would be unfaithful but was having strange feelings whenever the girl was around me. The woman had long red hair that she kept in a ponytail, firm breasts, and the most alluring green eyes I had ever seen.

I was a little shorter with a few more pounds on her, but that was because my breasts were a little bigger than hers. My long brown hair was kept in layers and rarely dressed or did things too wild with my looks. I had been married for a little over a year with a satisfying sex life that kept me from wanting anyone besides my husband.

Never in my life has I ever been affected by a woman like this before, and it confused me. Not wanting to accept that I sexually was into her tried to ignore those feelings. Whenever the girl was in the room, her essence was so overpowering that I couldn’t help but look at her. Sitting at the kitchen table going over bills she came in before lending over enough that her loose shirt opened up revealing she was braless. I couldn’t help but stare at her succulent breasts and her alluring pink nipples while she went on talking about how thankful she was for being able to stay here.

Sarah almost drove me over the edge a few times by getting too close to me. Sarah would wear these shirts that were so thin you could see the faint outline of her nipples. When I was cooking dinner, she came behind me once, placing her hands on my hips before resting her head on my shoulder while telling me it smelled good. I could feel her breasts pressing into my back which made my heart nearly stop beating. It felt so sensual that I unconsciously let a moan escape my lips.

I was so embarrassed by the ordeal that my face turned red and thought I would die from the shame of it. I swear I could feel her nipples stiffening into my back after I moaned. Didn’t know if it turned her on hearing it or was just a coincidence that her nipples got hard. Before I could figure it out, she was gone.

My heart sank when she pulled away from me, desiring her hands to return to their rightful place. I tried to snap out of this foolishness and avoid any physical contact with her. She always seemed to find a reason to touch me in such a sensual way that it left me in a state of arousal. The way she brushed my hair away from my eyes while complimenting them, and the gentle way she would touch my ear when admiring the jewelry that was hanging from it.

I never wanted to do anything with a woman before until this girl walked into my life. It scared me how much I wanted to feel her hands on me once again. Those desires had slipped into my dreams, giving me what my subconsciousness wanted and making me wake up in a cold sweat. Not wanting to believe that the desire I had for this girl was real told myself it was from lack of sex. Since Tom thought it was a bad idea to have sex with Sarah there went without it for over a week which made me extremely horny. Being someone with a high sex drive who hasn’t gone without sex for more than a day made going without it feel like hell.

When the final day of the photo shoot arrived, I was so relieved that my temptress would soon be gone. I was so glad it was about to be over with, but I had to get past the fashion party that night. She will be gone with all of my temptations after the weekend. Friday never felt so good to me, and the freedom that will soon come from it.

Tom was too busy at work and wouldn’t be able to pick us up later. I only saw him once when he had to come by for his suit for tonight. That left me alone all day with Sarah and made me responsible for her. I avoided her most of the day until it was time to leave because I was afraid to be alone with her. It was going smoothly until it was time for us to take a shower and get dressed for the party.

We only had one shower that we took turns using, and she insisted that I go first. I was only in there for a few minutes, getting lost in my thoughts, when the sound of the shower door sliding open brought me back to reality. Hearing it close again made my heart start pounding in my chest like a dozen racehorses as I felt panic set in. I was too afraid to turn around and tried to get a hold of myself. I didn’t need to hear her voice to know it was Sarah. She had this intoxicating perfume she wore, and it was now filling the cubicle with its scent.

“I was thinking that we can save time by just showering together,” Sarah said innocently. I couldn’t turn around with my feet frozen in place, and speaking would only betray what I was feeling at that moment. I knew that she could see every shape and curve of my naked body from behind.

“Since I am here, let me get your back for you. It is at least what I can do from all the kindness that you have shown me,” Sarah said politely.

I felt both fear and excitement run through me. I looked down as Sarah applied the shower gel to my back, feeling the sensation that it caused when she started lathering it. Her touch was turning me on so much that I was trying to fight back the urge to moan. When her hands reached my lower back, I lost that battle and let out a small moan. I was afraid she heard it, but to my relief, she seemed not to notice.

When her hands went even lower and started lathering my ass, I had to bite down on my lower lip to keep from moaning out again. I had a hard time trying to maintain control over myself without a moment of peace. When she removed her hands to apply more gel, I had only a brief moment to catch my breath before I felt her hands on my stomach. She stepped closer to me, and I could feel her breasts pressing against my back.

Sarah slid one hand to my hip and started rubbing my belly with the other one. She moved it in a circular motion while slowly going down and killing any resistance that I had left. I knew whatever she did to me; I wouldn’t fight back. My body wanted her to keep going until the girl’s fingers entered my wet pussy. Even Tom never made my body react in this way, nor did any other guys who came before him.

I had surrendered to her touches by spreading my legs apart to invite her to my throbbing clit. My mind told me that I shouldn’t be doing this while my body wanted this girl to fuck me. It didn’t matter what my mind wanted because my body was in control. When her fingers brushed through my pubic hair, I let out a low whimpering moan and waited in vain for pleasure that never came.

“It’s your turn to do me,” Sarah stated cheerfully.

I could feel her stepping back away from me, and it made me feel empty inside. I was in such a state that I wanted to cry from the pleasure I thought was coming. Did I imagine what her intentions were, or was it what my desire that I was seeing?

I held my breath as I turned around slowly, seeing how lovely her back was. My eyes followed the crevice of her spine that ran down until it disappeared into Sarah’s nicely formed ass. It had a beautiful round shape that I wanted to squeeze. Never in my life have I ever felt this turned on by another girl.

I heard her cough to get my attention before saying, “You can start any time now.” My hands shook from excitement as I grabbed the shower gel to start lathering her back. Time seemed to stand still while I was touching her as the world outside us ceased to exist.

I was in a lustful daze washing her back while trying not to reveal how aroused I was. I wanted so much to lather her whole body before doing it all over again. I told myself that I would stop at her lower back, but the desire that was burning inside me pushed my hands further down. I was too afraid to squeeze it at first and just let my bare hands slide over it. Her tight, firm ass felt great in my hands. I spent a little more time on it than she did mine and gave a series of little squeezes while washing it.

It saddened me to think that nothing was going to happen beyond this. I was wrong in believing that this girl wanted to fuck me and was crazy for wanting it to happen. I was a married woman on the verge of cheating on my husband with one of his models. I stepped closer to get better access to her belly, pressing my breasts into her back, and that was when I realized how hard my nipples were.

They became so sensitive to the touch that I moaned out when they made contact with her. I knew she heard me with my lips only inches from her left ear. She didn’t seem to mind, and I didn’t give her time to reject. I placed my hands on her stomach, feeling the heat that came off it, and touched her the same way she did to me.

Sarah’s toned belly felt great, and I couldn’t believe how much I enjoyed touching it. I was so caught up in mimicking her actions that my hand went further than I meant it to go, and my fingers entered her pussy. It was warm and wet. They were in and out a few times before she broke away from me, leaving me alone in the shower.

My lust for the girl had made me cross a line when it got me to finger the girl while we were showering together. I left the bathroom wearing only a towel and feeling depressed after making a fool of myself. I entered my bedroom, still feeling the overpowering lust I had for Sarah. I was so out of control that I had pushed her away forever and wasn’t sure if I could ever look the girl in her eyes again. When I heard her walk in behind me was about to tell her that I was sorry.

“I am…,” I was going to say more but was at a loss for words from what I saw.

Sarah was standing there naked with what I first thought was a dick between her legs. After the shock wore off, I realized that it was fake. Sarah was wearing a strapless strapon that has been made to look like a natural-looking penis. It was eight inches long with realistic veins popping out from it and was more impressive than Tom’s dick.

Sarah kept stroking her cock as she stared into my eyes while speaking in a voice that was soft and seductive, “My dear girl if you want me, you must first prove yourself.”

I stood there in silence, watching her sway her hips seductively as she walked toward me. When she was standing a foot from me gave me a stern look before snapping her fingers and pointing down.