Jay was twenty-eight, freshly employed, and adjusting to life in a new city — living in a small studio apartment four days a week for work, then commuting back to his girlfriend, Sara, for the rest of the time. Practical, yes — but not exactly romantic. Long hours and mismatched schedules had left their relationship feeling a little out of sync.

The gym became Jay’s other new habit — part routine, part distraction. What started as a way to pass the time and burn off stress quickly became something else. He was getting leaner, more confident… and maybe a little too aware of it. Surrounded by confident women in bright, barely-there workout gear, his “focus” often wandered. If anything, the place left him restless in ways the treadmill couldn’t fix.

Alone in his rented apartment after work, Jay had too much time and too many thoughts to spare. He spent his evenings on erotica — the kind that stirred the imagination more than he cared to admit. He told himself it was better than watching porn; that felt too easy, too empty. The stories lingered long after he closed the book, leaving him in a near-constant state of arousal despite daily masturbation.

One evening after the gym, Jay stopped by the corner shop to grab some milk. Behind the counter stood a striking brunette — a pixie haircut, a full figure, and a face layered with makeup that clearly demanded attention. She had that rare kind of look that made guessing her age difficult, somewhere in the range of thirty to forty, radiating a bold, adventurous vibe. Jay’s mind immediately went into overdrive, spinning fantasies he knew he shouldn’t. It was his turn to pay, and he flashed her a smile, sneaking a glance at the figure-hugging dress that showed off her curves and plunged to reveal more than a little cleavage. The line behind him waited impatiently, so he paid quickly, barely having a chance to check her name tag — or notice any rings on her fingers, though somehow that wouldn’t have mattered anyway.

The next few evenings, he found himself returning at the same time, hoping to see her again. But each time, the counter was staffed by a few young men who looked like university students, and she was nowhere in sight.

Finally, Thursday was over, and in the evening, Jay made his way back home. He called Sara to see if they could go out for dinner, but she sounded exhausted and said she’d be tied up for the next few nights — maybe Saturday. Jay returned to an empty apartment, sinking into his chair, reading erotica on his tablet, letting his thoughts drift to the brunette at the corner shop.

Sara was a slim, athletic blonde with bright, sparkling eyes that used to radiate an easy warmth. Lately, though, the long hours at work had dulled some of that glow. She still looked fit and put-together, but the faint lines around her eyes spoke of late nights, endless deadlines, and energy stretched thin.

When she finally came home that evening, she was surprised to see Jay still awake. He gave her a cheeky wink from the bed. “Come lie down next to me,” he said. She groaned. “I’m knackered, I can’t.”

“You don’t have to do anything,” he teased. “Just lie back and relax — I’ll take care of everything.” But Sara wasn’t buying it.

When Jay woke up, Sara had already left. He had a raging morning hard-on. Memories and fantasies swirled around him, pulling his thoughts toward the brunette at the corner shop. He leaned back, letting himself imagine her -the flash of her smile, the swing of her hair, that daring dress, tits ready to burst out. He grinned to himself, wondering if she ever noticed him looking, or if she already knew the effect she had on him.

Jay tossed his shorts aside and lay back, reaching for the bedside cabinet to grab some lube. He squeezed out a generous amount and began stroking his cock, eyes closed. In his mind, the brunette knelt before him, holding his cock as she licked off the pre-cum, her eyes glinting with teasing mischief. Pre-cum dripped from his fully engorged, thick, and veiny cock. Jay applied full strokes up and down, pumping his cock rhythmically, imagining shoving his thick cock deep into her throat. He pictured her taking it in fully, her throat tightening around him. His hand gripped his cock firmly, shaking and stroking it vigorously. His breath came faster, his body tensed — right on the edge. He envisioned pulling out and cumming all over her face and sexy tits. Suddenly, his cock began to throb wildly, the first two spurts landing on his chin. Frantically, he tried to capture the rest in his shirt, each pulse more intense than the last. Jay lay there briefly, utterly spent but with a satisfied grin, before rising to clean up.

Jay had already finished work by the time Sara got home. She looked exhausted — barely said a word before grabbing a quick bite and heading straight to bed, asleep almost instantly. Still restless and full of unused energy, Jay stayed up a while longer, reaching for one of the steamy stories he’d been reading lately.

On Saturday morning, Jay and Sara finally had sex. Their movements were gentle, practised — the kind of closeness that came more from habit than hunger. The warmth between them felt familiar, but not alive. Afterwards, Sara lay quiet beside him, her mind elsewhere, while Jay stared at the ceiling in stretched silence. Something inside him felt hollow — not unhappy, just… missing. As his eyes drifted shut, another image surfaced: dark hair, a sly knowing smile, and the lingering thought of the brunette from the corner shop.

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By Sunday evening, Jay was back at the apartment, settling in for another work week. When he opened the fridge, he realised he was out of milk. The corner shop came to mind — and so did she. He hesitated, then grabbed a fitted T-shirt, convincing himself it was nothing… though really, it was for her, just in case she showed up.

The shop was quiet when he walked in. And there she was. The brunette — Tanya, he noticed now from her name tag — looked up from the counter and smiled, a small, knowing sort of smile that made his pulse quicken.

She looked effortlessly striking, her pixie haircut sharp and playful, drawing attention to her cheekbones and bold red lips. The figure-hugging blouse she wore only added to her confidence, the neckline daring enough to make it hard not to look twice. Her makeup — smoky eyes, just the right amount of shimmer — gave her an easy, deliberate kind of allure.

Jay cleared his throat, pretending to focus on the fridge door. “Just milk tonight,” he told himself, though he caught her watching him as he made his way to the counter.

He paid, smiled, and stepped out — but a few minutes later, he was back. Coffee, he told himself. He’d forgotten coffee.

Tanya looked up again, that same teasing spark in her eyes. “Back already?” she asked.

“Forgot something,” Jay said, picking a random item from the shelf.

“Uh-huh,” she said, lips curving. “Happens to the best of us.”

He smiled, leaning a little closer as she scanned his things. “I’m usually more focused.”

“Maybe you’re distracted,” she said softly, her tone light but deliberate.

Their eyes met — just long enough for something unspoken to pass between them. Jay handed her the cash, still grinning. “I live just around the corner,” he said, as if offering a casual explanation. “Name’s Jay, by the way.”

“Tanya,” she said, tapping her name tag with a small smile.

“I can see that,” Jay replied. “It suits you — confident, a little mysterious.”

Her smile deepened, eyes holding his. “I finish at eight,” she said casually. “Same shift tomorrow… if you need anything, before or after.”

Jay stepped out of the shop, but Tanya’s words kept echoing in his mind. Before or after… He could still see the playful glint in her eyes, the subtle curve of her smile, and the way she had leaned just slightly toward him.

Walking home, he found himself replaying the moment over and over, each glance and word amplified in his imagination. What did she really mean by that? Was it just friendly teasing, or something more?

The next day, Jay woke up restless, fully hard, a lingering thrill from a naughty dream about Tanya still buzzing in his mind. He decided not to masturbate in the shower today, wanting to enjoy the anticipation. He found it hard to focus on work, his thoughts drifting back to her — her smile, her teasing voice, the spark in her eyes. Each memory sent a quiet thrill through him, making his cock stir with desire.

As soon as he was done for the day, he went back to the apartment, tidied up, straightened his bedroom, and quickly cleaned the en-suite. He skipped the gym, deciding instead to take a long shower and shave his balls. By ten to eight, he was ready. Stepping out into the cool evening air, he made his way to the corner shop, heart beating a little faster with every step.

When Jay walked into the shop, Tanya looked even more striking than the night before. Her pixie haircut framed her face perfectly, and her low-cut, silky blouse made it impossible to look anywhere else. She caught his eye and gave him a teasing smile.

“I was hoping you’d be here,” she said, voice light but playful.

Jay felt a thrill at her words and reached for a bottle of Merlot. Tanya’s eyes followed him, glinting with amusement. “That one… for me?” she asked, raising a brow.

Jay grinned. “How did you know?”

“You need wine to charm a lady?” she teased, her tone suggestive. “I’m not complaining, but I hope you have more than just wine up your sleeve.”

“Ah,” he said with a sly smile, his voice dropping to a low rumble, “I have other… interesting stuff too. Things that might make you blush.”

Picking up the bottle, he walked to the counter, his eyes locked on her. As he reached the counter and set the bottle down, her fingers brushed his, sending a spark through them. She leaned in slightly, her voice a low tease. "Other stuff, huh? They better be good."

Jay smirked, holding her gaze. “Don’t worry — I know how to treat a lady. And I promise, you won’t be disappointed.”

Tanya’s lips curved into a teasing smile. “Your girlfriend won’t mind, right?”

Jay chuckled. “I’m more worried about your boyfriend.”

She leaned in close, her breasts threatening to spill out, erect nipples straining against the thin fabric, her perfume enveloping him. Her eyes gleamed as she tilted her head slightly, flashing her wedding ring. “Oh, you’d better worry — he doesn’t like other men going out with me. I hope you can do better than him… otherwise, I’ll be telling.”

Jay’s grin deepened, voice low. “Guess I’ll just have to make it worth the risk.”

She laughed, tilting her head with that mischievous sparkle. “Nadia’s taking over my shift, so in two minutes, I’m all yours.”

Just as Jay and Tanya were laughing, the shop door chimed. Nadia walked in — a striking young South Asian woman, with long, dark hair and hazel eyes. Jay couldn’t help but notice her immediately, but Tanya gave him a knowing glance.

Nadia smiled as she stepped behind the counter, her eyes twinkling. “Alright, Tanya, I’ve got this shift covered,” she said, voice light and teasing. “Looks like you two are free to… entertain yourselves.”

Tanya laughed, giving Jay a sly nudge. “Well, don’t keep me waiting, mister.”

Jay smirked, letting his eyes meet hers. “Trust me, I plan on making it worth your while,” he said, matching her mischievous tone.

Tanya and Jay stepped into the cool evening, shoulders nearly brushing. Every glance, every breath, was charged with unspoken tension.

They stepped into Jay’s place, a compact studio with a cosy feel — a small couch pushed against the wall, a kitchenette in one corner, and a scattering of books and records that hinted at his tastes.

Tanya looked around, raising an eyebrow. “You have a neat place here. How many women do you bring over a week?”

Jay grinned, pouring a glass of Merlot. “You’re the first married one.”

Tanya smirked, sliding onto the couch. “Well, thank you for the honour, then.”

Jay handed her the glass. “Merlot?”

She accepted it, tilting the glass just so. “Only if you promise not to spill any secrets along with it.”

Jay settled into the couch, Tanya beside him, their bodies nearly touching. The air between them pulsed with anticipation. He set his Merlot down, and for a heartbeat, neither spoke — then their lips met in a slow, deliberate kiss. Jay's tongue found Tanya's, the kiss becoming wet and sloppy as his hands slipped inside her blouse, squeezing her tits. Tanya unzipped Jay, her fingers deftly opening the top button of his jeans. Her hand slipped inside, wrapping around his cock. "Impressive," she teased, stroking him up and down. Her fingers then explored his smooth sac, feeling the weight of his big balls. "You shaved them. You like them sucked, don't you?" She squeezed them gently, making him squirm with pleasure.

Jay broke away from her tits, sliding down the couch to kneel between Tanya's legs. He pulled her jeans and panties off, revealing her glistening pussy. He leaned in, kissing her clit and licking up and down her pussy lips, savouring her taste. Her pussy dripped with desire, and his tongue flicked her clit, sending shivers through her body. His index finger entered her, curling to hit that sweet spot. He continued licking her clit, her moans filling the room, raw and uninhibited. A second finger joined the first, pumping in and out of her dripping pussy, the sound of their wetness echoing in the silence. He could feel her pussy spasm, clenching around his fingers.

Jay pulled out, using fingers from both hands to spread her pussy lips wide. His slithering wet tongue dove inside, fluttering and exploring her pussy. Tanya's body tensed, her breath coming in quick gasps as she neared the edge. Her orgasm built, her moans growing louder and more desperate. "Oh Jay, Oh Jay—fuck, fuck... yess," she cried out, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over her.

Jay stood up and sat next to Tanya. Her hand reached out, wrapping around his cock. She lay back, eyes closed, savouring the afterglow of her orgasm as her hand lightly stroked him. Admiring his cock, now fully taut and powerful, she spit on it before stroking him up and down. "That's a nice cock, my husband would be jealous," she teased, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Not many people have that honour. You're so big, Daddy." She watched him closely, a mischievous smile on her lips. The way his cock throbbed at her words and how his eyes lit up told her exactly how much he liked being teased like that.

"Mmm, let me suck that big cock for you, Daddy", she purred, her voice dripping with lust. "I want to feel it hit the back of my throat while I swallow every inch of you." She moved between his legs, her tongue tracing up and down his thick cock, drooling over his shaft. Her mouth engulfed his now purple cock head, sucking eagerly before taking it deeper inside her. Jay watched as mischief gleamed in her eyes, his cock disappearing fully into her throat, accompanied by gurgling noises. She felt a surge of pride and satisfaction as she took him in completely, her throat constricting around his length. The sensation of his cock throbbing in her throat sent shivers down her spine, and she relished the power she held over him in that moment.

Tanya glanced at the clock; she had a train to catch at 09:30, and it was almost 09:00. She knew she could make him cum in a few seconds, but she craved the feeling of his cock stretching her wide. Releasing his cock from her mouth, she whispered, "Daddy, I want to sit on that thick cock of yours and feel it inside my tight pussy." She winked playfully, her eyes gleaming with mischief and desire.

Jay's gaze was drawn to her beautiful figure as she rose, her bouncing tits captivating his attention. She wrapped her fingers firmly around his cock, her grip confident and teasing. "Mmm, you're so big and hard for me, Daddy," she purred, slowly lowering herself onto him. "I love how you fill me up completely. Fuck, you're going to make me cum so hard." She moaned deeply as she took him in fully, her pussy stretching to accommodate his thickness.

"Oh, Daddy, it's so big," she moaned, her body adjusting to his size. She paused for a moment, keeping him deep inside as he reached up to suck her tits, his mouth hungry and eager. Then, she started to ride him, and he met her movements, their rhythms syncing effortlessly. "Oh, Daddy, I love riding your bare cock. I want you to fill this tight pussy with your cum. Don't worry about it, Daddy... cum inside me. Shoot it all in."

Jay started to cum, his moans filling the room as jet after jet of cum shot inside her. Tanya quickly got up and ran to the shower, Jay watching her in amazement. "I've a train to catch," she called out, her voice muffled by the sound of running water as she quickly rinsed the dripping cum from her pussy. She dressed hurriedly, leaving the bathroom in a flurry, still very aroused. She wondered about fucking her husband, Rafael, once she reached home.

Jay lay there, spent and satisfied, not bothering to lock the door as he drifted into a short, contented nap.