I didn’t know what it would turn into when it first started.  I didn’t set out to become the town harlot or a homewrecker despite what everyone thinks.  It simply started when my job was threatened by the fact that my sales at the women’s fashion store where I worked were not meeting quota. 

I remember the first time that I experienced the adrenaline rush of being a married woman in her late 40’s who was engaging in sexual relations with the husbands of the women who patronized the store. 

At first, I thought, while this woman is in the dressing room trying out some clothes, maybe if I just give this nice man waiting for her a little attention, he’ll feel inclined to purchase more for her while they’re here! Maybe it would even mean more repeat business as they seemed to like what we sold and they would come back for more!   

Surely this would start to increase my sales and in turn make my manager happier therefore securing my position. Little did I know, I would end up taking it even further and not only increase my sales volume, but I would also unearth a fetish I apparently had locked away inside of me all along.

“Yes Mrs. Wilson, I do understand that this was a very expensive dress and how disappointed you are that your husband didn’t like it.  However, our policy clearly states no returns after 14 days so I’m sorry but there’s just nothing I can do,”  I said frustratingly as I tried to explain that Mrs. Wilson, one of my least favorite regulars was outside of our return window. 

Her bitchy attitude and rude comments that followed definitely fueled my fire when it came to her husband in particular. 

In fact, many of the women who came in and talked down to me and seemed to look down on me as well, didn’t realize that it was I who was getting the last laugh. I lost count of how many men it’s been truthfully but know there are many. It seems no one is immune to the lure of an extra marital affair, no matter how perfect they choose to present their marriage to be on the outside, I had no issue infiltrating their marital bond at all.

Mr. and Mrs. Wilson came in together quite frequently and he was the first of the men I easily seduced and I have to admit I really loved knowing I had him like this, behind her back. He loved the attention get received from me and soon wanted to take the flirting to a new level. 

At first, I just got him a coffee and offered him a nice neck massage while he waited for the Mrs. in the dressing rooms.  Sometimes I would deliberately bend over in a skirt to “put things” on low shelves in line of his view. Standing up and smiling as I spun around and made eye contact with him or one of the many others.

Today though, today was different.  It was nearing closing time and Mr. Wilson had walked in alone.  I asked how I could help him and he asked if I could put on an outfit he was considering purchasing for his wife, Judith.  Knowing we’d soon have the store to ourselves I locked up and obliged.

I put on several skirts and tops, spinning and allowing him to take every bit of me in as I did.  Our eyes locked and the chemistry was instantaneous. Soon my private, after hours “modeling” sessions grew in popularity as word had seemed to spread around several online websites.

One-night Mr. Wilson wanted to see a nightie he had his eyes on as a present for Judith’s upcoming Birthday.  I already knew where this night would end up and I smiled to myself as I grabbed it and took him by the hand guiding him into the staff room at the back of the store.  I slowly stripped in front of him and slipped it on. I asked him if he liked it as I straightened the hot pink satin, rubbing it with my hands and looking down at myself as I did. I spun and laughed as I fluffed the bottom of the material, pulling it out and letting it drop back down in a sexy and playful kind of way.

I looked up and Mr. Wilson, or David as he insisted, I now call him, was staring silently at me and using his finger to make a come here motion.  I walked over to him, he took my hand and rubbed the top a little with his thumb, he was sitting in a chair as I stood over top of him.  He licked his lips, cocked his head to the side and asked if he could have one of my famous neck and shoulder rubs.  I smiled, stepping behind him and began to work my magic. 

My heart was pounding from the rush the situation was giving me and I wanted more just as he so clearly did. “I want you David.  I want you so badly,” I said with a whisper into his ear. He grabbed my hand and pulled me quickly back around the front him.  In one quick motion he had me straddling his lap.  He slipped the spaghetti straps of the nightie down exposing my breasts and began rubbing then, tugging gently on my erect nipples before leaning in and taking one into his mouth.  My eyes closed and my head tilted back as I moaned quietly from the pleasure of his warm, wet mouth wrapped around me.  I could feel his large erection growing in his pants as it began to rub up against me.  I gasped in pleasure as he grabbed my chin and began passionately kissing me, continuing to massage my breasts and lightly tugging my nipples as he did.

Our kissing paused a second as I pulled away to stare into his eyes.  I flashed a mischievous smile at him as I got down on my knees in front of him.  I undid his belt, his button and the zipper on his pants opening them and exposing his rock-hard cock. I took it into my hand and rubbed lightly before leaning down and opening up for it.  I stuck out my tongue and traced the head of his cock with the tip of it.  My pussy was dripping wet and my heart beat fast and hard as I felt the excitement of having him, laughing inside at the miserable bitch of a wife he left at home to come to see me. God I loved that and I was going to make sure he kept coming back for more.  I took my time, giving him extra special attention.  He leaned his head back and moaned as my lips wrapped around him, and I slid my mouth up and down his length.

I worked him to the back of my mouth and throat, making him disappear as I felt his hand on the back of my head holding me there for a few seconds until I gagged on him.  That seemed to drive both of us crazy and it caused me to increase the speed and rhythm of my bobbing and sucking.  I wrapped my hand around the shaft and twisted and jerked in simultaneous motion with my mouth making sure none of him went unattended as I tugged gently in the opposite direction on his balls.  I looked down at the wedding ring on my hand, then glanced briefly up at his and this drove me wild with desire.  The secret, the naughtiness of this act, turns out I loved it!  The disrespect to the bitch that seemed to love giving me a hard time for no reason most of the time made it even better.

I continued working his cock with my hands and mouth, pumping up and down until I felt him harden and swell slightly more.  I tasted his precum dripping out and loved every bit of it. I brought him to the edge of orgasm and then pulled away, continuing by using only my hand to finish him off. He began to explode for me and I watched intently as large streams of white cum shot out of him landing on my face and chest, covering me all over.  “Uh oh David, you came on the nightie!  Looks like you’re going to have to buy this now,"  I said winking as I stood up and dropped it down on the floor and stepped out of it one leg at a time before picking it up and handing it to him, smiling at him as I did. That was just the first of many nights I indulged in my new found fun. And David was just ONE of countless men I serviced in this type of way.

Soon I expanded my male visitors by placing ads for extra marital affair partners on various online dating platforms.  Many will tell you I did that because the men stopped coming to see me at the store, but the truth is, I did it because my appetite grew so greatly that I just needed more men to fuck on the side.  Years of marriage had left me bored and sick of the same man night after night. I am a woman who knows how to get what I want, and I think that makes me savvy and ends up with me being the one in control.  My fantasies were being brought to life and I wasn’t about to stop any time soon.