Husband's Colleague Steals Wife's Lust

Sarah poured the wine with a sigh, her fingers lingering on the cool glass stem as she glanced at her husband, Mark, buried in his phone at the kitchen table. Another late night at the office had stretched into this casual dinner invite, but Mark's workaholic haze meant he'd barely looked up since his charming colleague Jake arrived. At 32, Sarah felt invisible in her own home—her yoga-toned curves, the swell of her full D-cup breasts straining against her fitted black dress, the flare of her wide hips—all wasted on a man who prioritized spreadsheets over her aching need for touch.

Jake, though, noticed everything. Tall and broad-shouldered at 35, with tousled dark hair, piercing green eyes, and a cocky smirk that screamed trouble, he lounged against the counter like he owned the place. "Sarah, this spread looks incredible," he said, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine. His gaze raked over her body, unapologetic, as he reached past her for a roll, his fingers brushing the inside of her arm. The touch was electric, deliberate, lingering just a second too long.

Mark chuckled without looking up. "Yeah, she's a whiz in the kitchen. Pass the salt, Jake?"

Sarah's cheeks flushed as Jake's eyes locked on hers, that smirk deepening. "Oh, I bet she's a whiz at a lot of things," he murmured, loud enough for her to hear but not Mark, who was already scrolling emails. Throughout dinner, the flirting ramped up. Jake complimented her cooking with double entendres—"This roast is so juicy, Sarah, just how I like my women"—his foot nudging hers under the table. Each time his hand grazed her arm while passing dishes, heat pooled between her thighs. Mark droned on about quarterly reports, oblivious, praising Jake's sales prowess while Sarah squirmed, her nipples hardening against the thin fabric of her dress, her pussy clenching at the forbidden spark Jake ignited.

By the time plates were cleared, Sarah's pulse thrummed with neglected lust. She'd married Mark five years ago, back when he had time for wild weekend fucks, but now it was missionary once a month—if she was lucky. Jake's intense stare promised the ravaging she craved, and the betrayal of it all only made her wetter.