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"Whisperings by Mrs A".

Sit back and listen as Mrs A reads you all of your favourite stories.

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Gabi

ryan - dreaming by John Dunnigan

Mr A sat at his desk only half listening to the man on the other end of the phone, it was an old acquaintance that he had run into who was now trying to talk his way into a job. Normally, Mr A would have ended the conversation long ago, but he was distracted by the two women on the other side of the glass. His wife had arrived while he was on the phone and waved to him before turning her attention to his new assistant, Gabi. Mrs A was dressed in a pale pink dress that hugged her figure, accentuating her narrow waist and hips before falling in soft, swirling waves around her thighs. His eyes followed her long, tanned legs down to her shoes - cream, ridiculously high heels and small bows at the back of each one. He felt himself harden as he imagined those shoes resting on his shoulders as he feasted on the soft skin of her inner thighs. As if reading his mind, his wife looked up at him with a wicked grin and then said something that caused Gabi to also look in his direction. Their eyes met and she flushed slightly before looking away. Mrs A smiled warmly at her and leaned lightly against the other woman's desk. Mr A continued to watch the two women, fascinated. Although he had no idea what they were saying, there was something about their body language that told him they were not discussing office supplies. Mrs A was doing most of the talking, her eyes never leaving the face of the other woman. His pulse raced as he watched his wife, he knew that look all too well. She was a woman with a plan and there were few who could resist her formidable powers of persuasion. His attention turned to Gabi, who had given up all pretence of work and was looking intently up at Mrs A. Her eyes were bright and she crossed and uncrossed her legs as she played absently with the pen in her hand. She really was quite attractive, he thought to himself. Light blonde hair that framed her face and accentuated her large, blue eyes. She was tall and slim, but dressed so professionally and conservatively that it was difficult to tell what might be hiding underneath.
He finished up his phone call and went to join the women in the outer office.

"Sorry gorgeous," he bent to kiss his wife softly on the lips.

"That's fine," she smiled. "Gabi and I were having a lovely chat."

He led her into his office and shut the door while she dropped her bag on the leather couch. He started to close the blinds but she stopped him.

"Leave them open," she grinned at him.

She walked slowly towards him and he felt himself growing hard as he watched those hips sway seductively. He wanted to fuck her right here over the desk and the idea of Gabi watching it all from her desk nearly had him losing all self control.

"Slow down tiger," she laughed softly as she leaned in to kiss him deeply. She pulled him into her, her hand moving down to grab his ass.

"That's not helping," he smiled as he kissed her back.

"Gabi and I had a most interesting discussion about you," she whispered in his ear.

"Oh really?" he kissed her neck.

"She wants to fuck you," she nibbled his ear. "Do you want to fuck her?"

Toy Story

Wanna Have Fun by Jiri Ruzek

"That was Emma," Mrs A put down the phone and wrapped her arms around her husband's neck. "I thought she might like to come along tonight if that's ok."

"You know I'm a sucker for a beautiful woman," he smiled down at her affectionately. "And the idea of spending an evening with two of them is one I would never argue against."

She kissed him softly, standing on her tiptoes to do so. "Well, you will have to get rid of the rest of our guests if you plan on having the two of us to yourself."

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Once dinner was finished, they made their way into the formal living area. Mrs A watched as her husband set about dimming the lights, turning the music on and opening the blinds to reveal the spectacular view of the city through the floor to ceiling windows. This was all done by remote without ever leaving his wife's side. 

"You do love your toys don't you," she smiled at him.

"Almost as much as you love yours," he chuckled and kissed her lightly on the cheek. "I'll go and get us a drink."

She spotted Emma across the room, talking to their friend Jack. She wore a simple black dress that skimmed her curves perfectly and for a moment Mrs A let her mind wander, imagining the soft, inviting flesh underneath. Emma looked up and winked at her cheekily.

"I think someone is ready to play tonight," Mr A handed her a glass. "Shall we go and join them?"

Emma greeted her with a kiss on the cheek and whispered in her ear. "You've been having naughty thoughts about me Mrs A. You had that look in your eye."

"You can't blame me, can you?" shrugged Mrs A, smiling.  "As sexy as that dress is on you, all I can think about is getting it off of you."

From that moment, the two women did not leave each other's sides. They flirted shamelessly and as the drinks flowed and people began to dance, they joined in happily.  Their eyes locked as they moved to the music. Their hands lingered long enough to excite but not long enough for most people to notice, but Mr A was not most people and his knowing eyes did not miss a thing. When he had seen the last guests out, Mr A rejoined them and settled into a large leather chair with his drink. The music changed and the two women started to play it up for him. Emma's hands wandered eagerly over Mrs A's body and they moved closer. Their bodies rubbed against each other as they danced, their lips meeting for a brief kiss.

"Why don't you ladies head upstairs and I will join you later," Mr A spoke as he moved toward them. "I am sure you will be able to amuse yourselves without me for a while," he smiled and kissed each of them before heading into his large office.

He shut the door and went to the small bar to top up his drink. The office was undeniably masculine, a mix of dark, polished wood and leather. At one end sat a large desk with a computer screen, as he settled into his chair he pushed a few keys and the screen flickered to life. He sipped his drink as he continued to work and within moments he was looking at the two women as they entered the bedroom.

Mrs A pulled Emma in for a deep kiss, plunging her tongue in and running it along Emma's. A soft moan escaped from Emma and Mrs A reached around to unzip her dress. Music began playing from the hidden speakers and both women pulled back, looking around. It took only a moment for Mrs A to realise what was going on and she smiled to herself. Mr A had a playlist for everything from long drives in the car to cocktail parties with friends, this particular playlist was titled 'Sex'.  She knew he was watching and her pulse raced at the thought of him sitting in his office watching their every move.

"It looks like Mr A is after a bit of entertainment," she grinned.

"Well we'd better give him his money's worth then," laughed Emma. "Stand still and don't move," her eyes gleamed, "I'm going to unwrap you like a delicious present."

Emma moved around her seductively, her hips swaying to the music. When she was behind Mrs A, she unzipped her dress and began to kiss her way from one shoulder to the other. Teeth, tongue and lips leaving a trail of tingling flesh in their wake. The white, silk dress fell to the floor and was soon joined by a silver satin bra. Emma dropped to her knees and hooked her fingers under the matching panties. Mrs A felt warm, soft lips at the base of her spine and held her breath as the heat spread through her. Emma pulled at the panties and slid them down as her tongue moved lightly along the inviting bottom in front of her. She let her teeth sink into the flesh and Mrs A let out a soft gasp.

"Sorry, beautiful," Emma stood again. "That was naughty of me. Maybe you'd better teach me a lesson." She was grinning wickedly and Mrs A knew just what she was thinking.

Mr A watched intently, feeling himself stir as Emma knelt behind his wife.

"You are a very bad girl Emma," Mrs A turned and walked over to sit on the edge of the large bed. "Now take your clothes off for me while I decide what to do with you."

Emma stripped slowly, never taking her eyes off of Mrs A, then stood waiting. The smile was gone, her eyes were bright with excitement.

"You know what I'm going to do, don't you," Mrs A spoke quietly.

"Yes," whispered Emma.

"Come and lie across my lap."

Mrs A placed a velvet cushion on her lap and Emma laid across it so that her beautiful rounded bottom was raised and ready.

"Put your arms over your head," instructed Mrs A as she trailed her fingers along Emma's spine and down until her hand rested lightly on her target. "Such a gorgeous ass you have. I'm going to enjoy heating it up a bit."

She brought her hand down swiftly and Emma let out squeal. This was followed by two more in quick succession. Emma was moaning softly now as Mrs A stroked her stinging flesh.

"Good girl," Mrs A soothed. "Do you want more?"

"Yes," Emma said quietly.

"Open your legs for me this time."

This time she went more slowly, circling the area with her fingertips and aiming lower. After each one, she waited and let Emma absorb the intense feeling.

"That's enough now," she caressed Emma's heated skin. "Time for a different kind of pleasure."

Her fingers moved between Emma's open legs to find her wet and eager. She slid her finger in and Emma moaned softly.

"I think you deserve a bigger reward than just my finger," Mrs A whispered as she slowly moved her finger in and out. "I've got just the thing for both of us."

Mr A's breathing was shallow and his body still as he sat staring at the screen in front of him.

Mrs A retrieved a large vibrator out of her drawer and settled herself in the middle of the bed, sitting up against the headboard. Emma knelt next to her, watching and waiting as she turned it on and began stroking herself with it. She felt Emma's hungry mouth on her nipple and cried out as the heat spread through her in a rush. It was time now and she positioned the vibrator so that it stood up in between her legs. She crossed her legs to hold it in place and felt the vibrations against her wet, swollen pussy.

"Are you ready to fuck me?" her voice was low and lusty.

She held the base of the vibrator firmly in one hand as Emma climbed on top of her and positioned herself over the buzzing cock.  She watched as Emma lowered herself slowly down, eyes closed and lost in the pleasure as she began to fuck herself. Mrs A adjusted her position so that Emma's movements thrust the delicious vibrations against her sensitive clit.  They raced on together, urging each other on as they moved closer to the peak. Emma slammed down and cried out, then their mouths met greedily. She felt the delicious tightening and the warm, throbbing release. They continued to kiss, eager to share this moment for as long as it lasted. They didn't hear the door open and shut quietly as Mr A entered.

"Sorry to interrupt ladies," he waited as they turned to look at him. "I thought you might have worked up a thirst," he handed each of them a glass of champagne and removed the still buzzing vibrator from between his wife's legs. "And I think we can do better than this, don't you?"

Dinner and a Show

Hester b&w by Hugo de Jong

Mrs A hummed along to the music as she stood at the fridge collecting items for dinner. She turned, arms full and looked up into the smiling face of her husband. Mr A leaned against the door frame watching her. He was dressed in a black tailored suit, white shirt and grey silk tie. There was just something so sexy about a man in a suit she thought to herself.

"Sneaking up on me again, Mr A?" she teased as she sat the food on the counter and turned back toward him. "Are you enjoying the show?"

He crossed the room and slid his arms around her. "Always enjoy watching you gorgeous," he spoke softly in her ear. "I am hoping the show is only beginning."

He kissed her softly and slowly, his tongue lightly teasing hers. She took him in - the familiar smell of his cologne, the taste of him and the feel of his warm body pressed against her and wrapped around her. They stayed like that for some time before he pulled away.

"Forgive me Mrs A, I believe you were in the middle of a show." He went to grab a chair and sat on it in the entrance to the kitchen. "Please carry on."

"You know I always like to please you, sir," she smirked and raised an eyebrow. "What is it that you would like to see?"

"More of you for a start," he grinned at her. "Why don't you start by removing some of those clothes? And I will get comfortable as well."

She watched as he removed his jacket and tie then rolled up his sleeves as sat back down and nodded at her to continue. She walked slowly to him, hips swaying and eyes locked with his. When she reached him she turned around and lifted her hair so that he could unzip her dress. He did it ever so slowly, taking his time at unveiling the bare skin underneath. He planted a soft, fleeting kiss at the base of her spine and then slid the dress off her shoulders and let it fall to the ground. She now stood, back to him, in her black bra and panties, thigh high stockings and black heels. He ran his finger tip along her spine, sending shivers through her.

Remote Control Love

Lynnzie by Sam Rambo

They entered the party hand in hand and were met by the host and birthday boy, Jack. He kissed Mrs A on the cheek and she grinned happily. He and Mr A were old friends and she had always had a soft spot for him. He was an irresistible combination of wickedness, charm and fun. Jack had always been attractive and never short of female attention and age had only improved him.They followed him into the party which was already in full swing. A small band played in the corner of the large room and waitresses circulated with drinks and food. He really had spared no expense and Mrs A was glad they had agreed to stay the weekend.

"Can I steal your boy for bit?" Jack asked her. "I promise we won't be long."

"Sure," she smiled. "I'm sure I can amuse myself. But hurry back, I want to dance."

She found a spot near the bar and settled in to watch the band. The singer was captivating in a long red dress and jet black hair with a sexy, soulful voice that made her hips sway. So entranced by the music, she didn't notice Mr A approaching until his hands rested on her hips and his lips were at her ear.

"God you are sexy, I could watch you all night."

"I would rather you dance with me," she turned to face him.

"My pleasure," his eyes were gleaming as he took her into his arms easily and moved her onto the dance floor smoothly. The song was slow and sexy, just perfect for the kind of dancing they both had in mind. His hand pressed into her lower back, pulling her in so that she could feel him growing against her. He kissed her softly on the lips, then looked intently into her eyes.

"I've got a present for you," he grinned like a little boy who was up to no good. Her heart swelled and her pulse raced. She loved a playful Mr A.

Fun with Mr A

SEX by Karen Abramyan       "Let's have some fun tonight with the girls," Mrs A spoke quietly, her lips pressed to her husband's neck. She sat on his lap dressed only in a pair of pink lace panties. her skin was a golden brown after so many days of lounging by the pool. His hand moved slowly down her leg and he smiled as she continued to kiss her way up to his ear. "I want to send them home with a night they won't forget." "Naughty as always Mrs A," he laughed softly. "What exactly do you have planned?" She shifted so she was straddling him, then looked at him with a wicked smile. "I plan on putting them on that plane tomorrow very tired and very well fucked." "I think we can manage that," he moved his hips underneath her, pressing his hardness against her. "But you'd better pace yourself gorgeous," his eyes narrowed and his voice was low and deep, "because once they leave you are all mine and I plan on taking full advantage of you for the rest of our holiday."

The Holiday (Part Three)

Tina by Simon . Mrs A lay in the afternoon sun, enjoying the warmth on her bare skin and the view of a naked Emma floating in the pool. They had taken full advantage of their secluded holiday, savouring and indulging in each other until her body had been left buzzing with the after effects of so much pleasure. Mr A was on his way back and she was eager for him to rejoin her. Her pulse raced momentarily as she thought of their reunion. Her husband indulged her in every possible way, including her appetite for the delights of girl love, in return she loved him with an intensity that took her breath away and made her insides melt. He knew her in a way no one else did and that left her both exposed and vulnerable. It also led to the most intense sexual connection she had ever had. She heard the door open inside the villa and smiled and closed her eyes in anticipation. "Hello there gorgeous," his voice was in her ear. A deep, raspy whisper that sent chills up her spine. She smiled and turned to kiss him. A slow, teasing kiss that was full of the promise of what was to come. He pulled away and stood up slowly, waving to Emma before turning back to his wife. "I brought company with me," his eyes travelled down her body hungrily. "I would suggest you might want to get dressed, but I think Candy may prefer you the way you are."

The Holiday (Part Two)

N2 by Zoran Mrdjenovic Mrs A sipped her champagne, relaxing in the bath while she watched Emma dance around the bathroom smiling and teasing as she removed her fluffy white robe. Mrs A winked at her and licked her lips as Emma dropped the robe and began to tease her nipples seductively. She had an amazing body, one you could never get tired of looking at. "Shall I order another bottle before I hop in there with you?" "Good idea. Maybe our cute waiter friend will bring it in to us," Mrs A grinned. "All organised," Emma stepped gracefully into the tub and lowered herself into the warm water with a sigh. She stretched out and rested her feet between Mrs A's legs. Her eyes closed as Mrs A lifted her foot and began to massage it gently before taking it to her mouth and kissing the arch, swirling her tongue lightly over it before doing the same to the other foot. "Come here gorgeous," Mrs A pulled Emma over so that she could lie back between her legs. She moved Emma's hair out of the way and kissed her neck as her fingers stroked her stomach in lazy circles. Their bodies moulded together perfectly and there was no urgency or expectation, just a relaxed intimacy that was both peaceful and arousing. So caught up in the moment, they didn't hear the waiter arrive with their champagne until he let himself in and called out from the other room. "Will we have a bit of fun with him?" Emma smiled. "You read my mind," Mrs A replied quietly before calling out to him. "Do us a big favour and bring it in here." Emma laughed quietly as they both watched the doorway. A moment later he was there, wide eyed at the sight of the two women in front of him. His dark eyes took them in hungrily but he didn't move any further. He held the champagne and bucket of ice in one hand and two glasses in another, unsure of how to proceed. The women looked at him innocently and Mrs A continued the slow movement of her fingers over Emma's bare skin. "Uh, sorry. I knocked but you mustn't have heard," he spoke finally. "Oh we heard you sweetie," Mrs A smiled. "We just wanted you to come in and pour it for us. It's nice and warm in here and it would be a shame to have to get out. Would you mind?"

The Holiday (Part One)

Sensuality by Павел Рыженков

She lay on the big bed watching her husband dress and finish packing his bag. Her hair was still wet from their shared shower and her naked body still tingled from the attention she had received in that shower. She could still feel him inside of her if she closed her eyes, but that feeling was fading and now he was leaving her here on holiday by herself.

"Are you sure you have to go?" she frowned.

He sat on the bed next to her, caressing her cheek softly. "I'm sorry sweetheart. It will only take a day or two to sort out and then I will be back."

He leaned in to kiss her and she felt herself stir as his hand floated down her neck and cupped her breast.

"That's not fair," she smiled. "You can't get me all worked up again and then desert me."

"You're right," he kissed her forehead and stood up. "You won't be completely deserted though," he said casually as he picked up his bag and walked toward the door. She could hear the smile even though she couldn't see his face.

"Oh really? What have you been up to Mr A?"

"Well, I didn't want you to be lonely," he turned to look at her as he reached the door. "This is such a lovely, sexy place it would be a shame not to share it with someone."

Her eyes narrowed and she broke into a grin, waiting for him to continue.

"I took the liberty of inviting someone to keep you company while I am gone," he winked at her and laughed. "I'm sure she will keep you entertained." What a cheeky, gorgeous man I married she smiled to herself.

Bath Time with Jude

abyss by artofdan photography

She let herself in the front door and set her bags by the door. Her phone buzzed in her hand as she walked to the kitchen.

Good evening Mrs A. How are you gorgeous?

She smiled and poured a wine. Perfect timing she thought as she slipped her shoes off.

Good evening to you young Jude. I am home and getting comfortable...

The phone buzzed again and she sat down on the couch to read.

I would love to help you with that. We will need to get you out of those clothes first of course.
Let me just get that zipper for you...

She bit her lip as she imagined him standing behind her.

I might just need to kiss that soft neck of yours. Then down your bare back as I take that dress off.

She didn't have time to respond before he sent another.

Take your clothes off for me beautiful. 

The Office (Part Two)

Teri by Patricio Suarez

Candy laid back on the couch, eyes gleaming as she watched Mrs A's red lace clad bottom moving across the room. Mr A sat in his large leather chair watching his wife as she approached. His eyes were burning with wicked intent and there was a hint of a smile on his lips. He made no move to get up, just swivelled his chair slightly to allow her access. When she had reached him, she climbed onto the chair with him, straddling him and lifted his face to kiss him deeply. He was in no rush and they sat like that for some time, enjoying the exploration of tongues, lips and teeth. When Mrs A began to grind against him slowly, he rested his hands on her hips and guided her movements - slow, sensuous circles that teased and relieved all at the same time. Candy felt her nipples harden and her hand moved towards them to tease and tickle them as she watched.
Mr A pulled away slowly and held his wife still.
"Clean my desk off gorgeous," he said in a low voice. "I need some room to work."
Mrs A slid off of him, biting her lip and set to work clearing the desk. She moved slowly, gracefully bending and stretching for her audience. When she had finished, she turned to Mr A and waited for his next instruction. She was tingling with excitement and felt her pulse racing.

"Candy, would you mind undressing her for me?"

The Office (Part One)

Miss Luxurious by Jeremy Dunn

She stood in the elevator, waiting for the doors to open. She felt the cool satin lining of the coat against her bare skin and smiled to herself. Mr A was not expecting her, but she was sure he would be happily surprised. She entered the now quiet reception area and made her way down the hall to his office. As she entered, she was surprised to find a beautiful young blonde sitting behind his desk studying the screen in front of her. She jumped up quickly when she realised she was not alone.

"Oh, Mrs A. You startled me." She smiled and made her way around the desk.

"Candice," Mrs A smiled back warmly, "what a lovely surprise to find you here. Is that husband of mine working you too hard?"

The two women embraced and Mrs A felt her nipples twitch as she took in the delicious smell of this gorgeous girl.

"Call me Candy, please. Only my mother calls me Candice. Was Mr A expecting you? We've got a big deal we are working on and he is in a meeting, but I can buzz him." She reached for the phone and in an instant was speaking into it. Mrs A put her bag down and sat down on the leather couch.

"He's on his way," Candy turned to her. "He asked me to wait here with you. Can I take your jacket for you?"

"Oh I don't think that is a good idea just yet," Mrs A winked at her and opened the jacket just enough to reveal the red lace of her bra. Candy flushed slightly and laughed.
Mr A strode into the office, sleeves rolled up and tie loosened. He looked tired but his pale blue eyes were alive with excitement at the sight of his wife.
"Mrs A, what an unexpected and welcome surprise." His voice was low and full of promise. He crossed the room and pulled her to her feet, never taking his eyes off of her face. Candy remained motionless, watching the scene. He slid one hand under her hair and behind her neck, pulling her in for a slow, deliberate kiss. Mrs A closed her eyes and felt the familiar rush of heat as his hand caressed her neck and his tongue slid seductively between her parted lips. It was both unhurried and insistent; soft but with an underlying force that had her holding her breath in anticipation. His other hand slid down her back and under her coat. Candy couldn't tear her eyes away as Mr A began to squeeze the red lace covered bottom of his wife. His lips were now at her ear, whispering something that brought a smile to her lips. Candy knew she should leave but as she watched she felt her own heat rising and had no desire to deny herself this pleasure.

A Date With Emma (Part Three)

Strong love by Angel Benavides

She lay cocooned in the flesh of her lovers and closed her eyes in order to lose herself completely in the sensation. Warm, tender lips at her neck. Soft, sensuous lips on her mouth. Smooth, hard chest pressed against her back. Gentle, feathery hands stroking her breasts. Strong, confident fingers exploring her tingling pussy. Soft, wet pussy grinding against her thigh. Hard, insistent cock pushing against her bottom. She let herself float on the wave of pleasure, wanting to stay there forever but knowing she would not be able to wait much longer. She had to have more. Thoughts of hard, deep kisses and that persistent and inviting cock grinding behind her were urging her on. As if sensing the shift, Jude's fingers found her clit and began to circle slowly. Her breath caught and Emma's tongue slid into her mouth as her fingers squeezed and teased Mrs A's nipples. The combined effect had her moaning a weak protest that was duly ignored. She felt the warmth growing and spreading through her and had no choice but to give in to it. As she felt herself drifting back to the moment, she saw Emma's gaze shift to the door. She knew before she turned who it was.

"Mrs A, You didn't tell me we were having guests this evening," came the soft, deep voice from behind her.

A Date with Emma (Part Two)

forbidden room by artofdan photography

The two women lay kissing. When Emma's breath had slowed, she trailed her fingers down to Mrs A's hard and inviting nipples and began to pinch and circle one while her tongue and teeth explored the other. Mrs A gasped at the sudden pain that sent a delicious tingle right to her already humming pussy. Emma's leg pressed between hers and she could not help but grind against it. She closed her eyes, enjoying the soft skin on hers, the brush of long hair across her stomach and the warm, willing mouth that was bringing her so much pleasure. She felt Emma move and then the warm breath on her ear. At the same moment, she heard the bedroom door open quietly as someone entered.

"I hope you don't mind," purred Emma softly. "I invited a friend to join us."

At the door stood Jude. He had already removed his shirt and wore only a pair of faded jeans. Mrs A took in the tanned, smooth muscles of his arms and chest. Then her gaze dropped to the inviting 'V' shape of abs, pointing the way towards the substantial treasure found hidden below. She broke into a wicked grin as she realised that it was not so hidden after all, it was in fact quite visible as it strained against the denim.

"I don't mind at all," she replied and then decided it was time to put on a bit of a show for the new arrival.

A Date with Emma (Part One)

wet by Kseny Yufereva

Mrs A smiled as she glanced down at the phone in her hand. It seems the lovely Emma had taken possession of Jude's phone and was looking for a bit of early morning girl fun. She settled in as she read the text message.

Good Morning Mrs A! I am lying here thinking of you and suddenly found my hand began to wander down...

Mrs A found her own hand wandering as well as she sent her reply.

Good Morning sexy Emma! Shall we kiss first? And then I can help that wandering hand of yours...

The release came surprisingly quick and minutes later both women lay basking in the afterglow of their early morning cyber romp. It was soon decided that they needed to meet to continue their 'conversation' in person.
Mrs A floated through the day, high on the prospect of a night of soft, sexy girl love. Her mind prowled seductively through thoughts of long, slow kisses and eager, exploring hands. She was determined to savour every inch of this girl and there would be no rushing it. The texts continued throughout the day, teasing and tempting, and by the time she arrived home she was fuelled by a delicious mix of arousal and anticipation.

The Dinner Date

Red heels by Peter Nielsen

Her heels clicked seductively on the wooden floor as she entered the restaurant. She had a thing about ridiculously high heels, they made her feel instantly sexy and put a little extra wiggle in her hips as she walked. Tonight's pair were extra special and she smiled as she looked down at them-red suede peep toes with a bow across the instep. She pictured herself wearing nothing but these shoes later and flushed at the thought. She stood momentarily at the entrance, scanning the room and letting her eyes adjust to the dim light. The text had said he would be sitting at the back and she could see now why he had chosen that spot. In the back corner, beyond all of the dining couples and animated groups of friends, there sat a row of private booths. Some had long sheer curtains pulled, which had the curious effect of adding some illusion of privacy to those inside while projecting their muted silhouettes to rest of the room. She grinned wickedly to herself as she imagined the possibilities.

Good Morning Jude

danielle napping by John Dunnigan

Mrs A is alone in her big bed, warm and comfortable and enjoying that half sleep state of early morning. She wriggles underneath the sheets, savouring the feel of the soft cotton against her naked skin. The faint click of the lock on the front door has her alert with excitement and she holds her breath waiting.  She smiles as she hears him make his way up the stairs and let himself into her room. Behind her she feels the covers being lifted as he slides into bed. His warm naked body presses against her seamlessly and she is enveloped in the sexiness that is Jude.

The Photo Shoot

Go by Billy Nguyen

It seems young Jude has got himself a hot young girlfriend named Emma.  Mrs A has heard all about her and when Jude sent her a very sexy photo of his new love, she knew she had to meet her in person. Mrs A arranges to meet her young friends at a hotel and tells Jude to bring his camera. This is going to be an encounter worthy of recording.

Jude and Emma walk in silence down the corridor and knock nervously at the door.  They are welcomed in by a smiling Mrs A, who makes them a drink. There is an excited tension in the air and after a couple of drinks, Mrs A decides it’s time to get things moving.  She and Emma have been flirting playfully all evening with Jude happily watching on. This girl is definitely going to be fun.

“Why don’t you get your camera out, Jude. You can take some photos of Emma and I.”

As he gets his camera out, Mrs A walks over to Emma until they stand facing each other.

“Would it be ok if I kissed you?” she asks

Emma smiles and nods.  “I thought you’d never ask.”

Mrs A leans in for a gentle, lingering kiss, enjoying the delicious smell of this sexy girl and the softness of her lips. They hear the camera clicking away as they continue to enjoy their first kiss.

The Seduction of Jude

Can't get away by karen Petit

 Young Jude stands by the bar half listening to his friend talking away next to him. He is more interested in watching Mrs A as she moves around the room chatting to the other party goers. He is sure that she knows she is being watched and she happily plays up for him - bending over, licking her lips and now she is running her fingers sensuously across her tanned thigh as she chats away to her friend. He can feel himself getting hard already and turns back to his friend as he regains his composure.

Mrs A is well aware of Jude's attention and decides it's time he received some back.  She moves across the room to the bar, approaching him from behind. She puts her hand lightly on his back as she leans in to his ear.

 "Can I get you a drink Jude?" She feels him tense briefly at her touch, then he turns around and grins at her cheekily.

"I'm an old fashioned boy, Mrs A. How about I buy you one?"

They stand there drinking and flirting, often finding excuses to touch each other.

"Tell me Jude," she inquires innocently. "Have you ever been seduced by an older woman?"

"No," he replies slowly not taking his eyes off of her.

"Today is your lucky day, Jude," she smiles.

The Naughty Room

Garter Belts by Ivan Ramirez

Mrs A is sitting at her desk one day when young Jude walks in, it seems he has a little trouble with self-control. She tells him to sit down in the front row and wait and then gets up to answer the phone. Jude watches her move, taking in her short black skirt and very high heels. She smiles to herself, aware she is being watched, and sits down on a chair, facing Jude as she talks on the phone. As she talks, she spreads her legs slightly so young Jude can see for himself that she is wearing nothing under her skirt. She watches him and knows by the way he shifts in his seat that he is hard with excitement. Time for some self-control lessons...

 "Jude, I am going to teach you the benefits of self-discipline." He walks over to her slowly and she stands up. "If you do exactly as I say," she says quietly as she takes off his shirt and tie to reveal his glorious smooth chest, "then you will be rewarded." She resists the urge to go straight for his nipples and moves to undo his pants slowly, careful to brush up against that ever growing cock. Once he is completely nude she stands back to inspect and smiles wickedly at the thought of the fun she is about to have.