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Emily, a 25-year-old petite and pretty brunette, always seemed to light up in the presence of friends. However, due to her naivety and innocence, she often avoided causing any conflicts and instead aimed to be agreeable and nice. Sexually, she had very little experience until she met and married John; she had always remained faithful and maintained the image of a "good girl". Despite being married for a few years, it was evident in conversations with friends that Emily still had a lack of sexual experience, as her husband John was hesitant to try new things in bed.

Their love life was a sad routine of John's quick, uninspired thrusts once a month in the same old missionary position. He had no interest in foreplay, and the only time he touched Emily's body was to gain entry with his lacklustre cock. Emily yearned for more: more frequency, more variety, more pleasure. But John rejected her suggestions for different positions, oral sex, calling them "disgusting" and "perverse." Emily had lost all hope for any satisfying, let alone real kinky and exciting sex in their marriage, years ago.

The only time Emily ever reached orgasm was when she fantasised about dominant older men, their strong hands gripping her body and taking complete control. She craved their rough touch and savage desire to use her, leaving her weak and slutty.

Emily couldn't resist her lustful urges any longer. The illicit attraction to Lee, the rugged and tattooed builder who was at least two decades older than her, consumed her every thought. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't deny the intense desire that coursed through her body whenever he was near. One afternoon when Lee left on his motorbike, leaving behind his sweatshirt with his musky scent lingering on it, Emily couldn't resist the temptation. She stripped naked and slipped on the shirt, inhaling deeply as she played, rubbing her clit and fingering her wet pussy, imagining Lee dominating her, taking her forcefully until she reached a mind-blowing climax. As she lay there in guilt and pleasure, Emily knew she wouldn't do anything, wouldn't really let him touch her, but there was nothing to stop her seeking some attention, maybe some flirting. What would be the worse that could happen?

As usual, Lee's presence in the room always gave Emily a sense of unease, he was the complete opposite of her usual type, clean-cut, young, and athletic like her husband. Yet, there was something about his commanding presence that both scared and excited her, leaving her feeling ashamed of herself. Despite her feelings of intimidation, Emily found herself becoming more fascinated with him each passing day as Lee worked on renovations for their property. She tried to portray the perfect host, hiding her inner turmoil behind a facade of good behaviour and fake smiles.

Lee was relentless in his pursuit of Emily, lavishing her with constant compliments and admiring her every move. Taking pleasure in watching her squirm under his intense gaze and teasing comments, only fuelling his desire to make bolder advances. Lee's words were laced with a a forceful and seductive undertones, making Emily's heart race and cheeks flush with desire. As much as she tried to resist his charm and remain faithful to her husband John, the thrill of their flirtation only heightened the delicious tension between them. Perhaps, just maybe, she enjoyed playing along a little too much. Even when John clumsily poked at her body once a month in missionary position. Emily's mind couldn't help but wander to Lee. She knew she should be focused on her husband, but it was the only way she felt pleasure with John on top of her. The only time she ever experienced pleasure was when she shamefully touched herself. She couldn't stop thinking about Lee and how he made her feel alive in a way that John never could.

One morning, unknown to Emily, John had let Lee to the house while she was in the shower, completely lost in the sensation of the warm water cascading over her body, she had left the door open, never expecting a visitor. Emily rinsed off the suds of her face, she suddenly felt a dark presence, her eyes flew open to meet Lee's intense stare, filled with shock and disgust. She wanted to scream and cover herself, but instead found herself continuing to shower, almost inviting him to watch, even paying extra attention to her small pert breasts and nipples.

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