All girls flirt. Little girls go, "Oh Daddy please." Teens flirt because their hormones are out of control. Adults flirt because they like to.

I think we need some background to the Thrill series. My wife Carol is a stunning woman, about five-foot-two, yes, eyes of blue, firm 38C tits and an awesome ass. Her skin is soft and unblemished, almost translucent. She has a voracious appetite for thrilling sex. She is also a brilliant technical programmer.

Carol flirts because she loves the danger of sex and she loves teasing men. Let's start at the beginning. I worked at an IT company as a junior systems technician. Carol worked at the same company. She was a senior systems project manager. The company was full of eccentric technical nerds. I had just started there and Carol was assigned to welcome me and show me around. When she was introduced to me she shook my hand and looked directly into my eyes. She smiled and introduced herself.

Carol took me around and introduced me to a number of people. Everyone seemed to be delighted to meet me and happy to see Carol. A lot of the men seemed to be checking her out. Once we made the rounds she asked me if I would like to have lunch with her. We went to a small Italian place across the street. Carol kept the conversation going with small talk about the company and the people who worked there. I imagined there was a flirtatious nature but pushed the thought aside. After lunch, she logged me on to the system, showed me the basics, and told me if I needed any help to see her.

During that first week, Carol came by my office several times to see how I was doing. Soon we were hanging out together and talking about our lives. She told me she was in a long-term relationship with a married man. I told her I too was in a long-term relationship.

Carol rode to work on a bicycle, wearing short skirts or dresses, flashing her panties at anyone who cared to look. When I asked her about it, she turned a little red, and whispered "I really love to flash men." The thought aroused me and made me think of her in a sexual way. We continued having lunches and long talks, with a little more flirtation coming on.

One day there was a snowstorm during work. Carol came to my cubicle and asked if I could give her a ride home. I drove her home and once we got there we sat in the car and talked for over an hour. We talked about relationships, romance, books, and adult sex. We were clearly flirting. She finally ended the talk, gave me a kiss on the cheek, and asked if I could drive her to work the next day.

The next morning I came to her apartment. She greeted me in a skirt and a kimono house jacket. She said she wasn't quite ready and invited me into her bedroom while she finished dressing. When she took the kimono off she didn't have a blouse on and she was wearing a very sexy black see-through bra. I sat on her bed waiting, aroused by her blatant exhibitionism. She stood up facing me and slowly buttoned her sheer black blouse. I was struck dumb looking at her, aroused and silent.

She said, "Let's get going to work."

On the way out the door, she gave me a soft kiss on the lips. I was smitten, and in lust. The evening I drove her home and she invited me up to her apartment. She opened a bottle of rose wine and sat with me on her couch. We talked for a while getting more and more flirty. She put on some music and we danced in her living room. We both got more sexual in our dancing. She pulled me to the couch and we started making out. We were getting more sexual with each kiss. I attempted to cup her breasts but she pulled my hand away and murmured too soon.

I went home frustrated and aroused. My partner asked where I'd been and I lied.

The next morning I went to pick Carol up for work. When I arrived she had the same kimono jacket on and once again asked me to sit in her bedroom while she finished dressing. This time when she took her kimono off she was topless with her tits on display. They stood proudly on her chest, her nipples were taut, her areola bright pink and they were flushed red. I was breathless. I stood behind her and cupped her tits and twerked her nipples. She inhaled and pulled me down for a hot kiss. I was blinded by lust. I pulled her up and we fell into a hot embrace. I wanted her then and there, but she backed away and said we had to get to work. On the way out the door, she embraced me and gave me a torched kiss, tongues dancing.

That night we drove her home I went up to her apartment. We drank some of the same wine. We sat on the couch and started making out. My hormones were raging and my cock was about to rip through my pants. We were both moaning into each other's mouths. Carol swung around and sat straddling my lap, grinding on my cock, her skirt up around her waist. I cupped her ass cheeks pulling her tightly to me. I realized that she had taken her panties off and was leaking on my pants. She had her arms around me and was wildly kissing my mouth, neck and chest. We both pulled back from each other and looked desperately into each other's eyes.

Carol got up and took me by my hands and led me into the bedroom. We stood at the foot of the bed clawing at each other's clothes. We would stop and kiss and moan into the other's mouth. Carol's nakedness stunned me. Her tits were bright red, heaving, nipples like erasers. She was breathing loudly and panting, droll in the corner of her mouth. She knelt in front of me and my cock was at her face. Her left hand gently stroking my cock her tongue softly licking my cock head, her right hand caressing my balls. I couldn't wait. I stood her up and pulled her to the bed.

On the bed, our mutual lust exploded. I was finger fucking her sopping cunt while she stroked my leaking cock. Carol crawled on top of me and we were full-naked body to naked body. She kissed my lips, neck, chest and moved down to my dripping cock. She inhaled my cock, using her tongue to tease the purple head while moaning loudly. I pulled her up and she sat on my cock. She slid down on my cock until we were pube bone to bone. I looked up at her and she seemed to be in another world. I reached up and pulled hard on her nipples.

My cock felt like it was surrounded by molten syrup. She was dripping on my balls. We were in a frenzy. I wanted this moment to last forever. I felt my balls tense up, but I kept control from cumming too soon. Carol seemed to go wild on my cock. She moaned, grunted, and started talking dirty.

"Ahhhh, Fu, Fuuckk meeeee, Cumming. don't stop, don't, don't, don't"

That fanned the flames of lust in me. My cock shot lightning bolts of cum deep into her cunt. I keep cumming and cumming. My cock stayed hard and we kept fucking wildly.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door and Carol yelled out, "Pete, come in". I freaked out. Carol looked down at me, still heaving with passion, and said, "It's Ok. He's my long-term relationship."

The door opened and a guy walked in. He was tall and slim and smiling.