A model seduction - Sex Stories

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 ...