Scents of Desire

Damn that is fucking hot, I thought, never really believing Clint would have the balls to make a move on me, his best friend’s wife. Through the past several years, as my husband grew more distant, I began flirting with Clint whenever a moment would allow, shaking my tight ass in front of him when no one else was looking.

Allowing him to walk in on me in the shower, or see parts of my naked body. Always teasing him and in so doing, loving the feeling of desire I would see in his eyes. Knowing that I was the cause of his sex crazed agony, and now he was here standing in front of me in such a way, a way that made me suddenly grow slightly wet between my thighs. Damn I wanted him so much at the moment!