VIXEN Naughty Mistress Loves Teasing Her Man In Front Of His Wife

The Naughty Mistress Likes to Tease

Amber was a vixen, a temptress in the purest sense. With her golden locks, piercing blue eyes, and petite yet curvesome figure, she knew how to tease men to the brink of madness. It was her specialty, her lifelong passion. And today, she had the ultimate target for her naughty games – a married man named Joe.

Joe was a middle-aged businessman, ordinary in every way except that he had a wandering eye and a secret urge to be dominated by a woman. Amber had spotted him at the gym one day, his eyes constantly roaming over the other women working out. She could tell he was ripe for the picking, a repressed submissive aching to be set free.

Amber played her part perfectly. She draped herself across a treadmill near Joe, her tight yoga pants hugging every curve. She “accidentally” turned to adjust her iPod, her perky breasts nearly spilling out of her sports bra. When Joe’s eyes met hers, she gave him a sultry smile and blew him a kiss.

From that moment on, she had him wrapped around her finger. They started meeting up under the guise of “working out together.” But soon those sessions turned to secret trysts in Amber’s apartment. She relished in teasing him, making him beg for her body while she stripped down to her bra and thong. She’d run her hands over her own curves, smoldering eyes locking with Joe’s hungry gaze.

“I want you so bad, baby,” she’d purr as she sensually licked her lips. “I want to taste you, worship this big cock of yours…” And she’d flick open the button of his pants, slipping her small hand inside to stroke and tease him into a fever pitch, promising him all sorts of naughty pleasures he’d never experienced.

When the time came for things to get real, Amber took the ultimate gamble. She knew Joe was still married, still holding onto that last vestige of restraint. So she suggested he bring his wife, Beth, into their shared space – one last defiant act before he fully submitted to her.

On an appointed Saturday night, both Joe and Beth came over to drink cocktails and get to know the “roommate” Joe had been spending so much time with. Amber dressed in a tight white dress that left little to the imagination, her fuck-me heels adding height and sass to her stride. She wanted Beth to know exactly what kind of woman her husband was fooling around with.

As the night went on, Amber worked her magic. She served drinks, joked and laughed, casually touching Joe’s thigh under the table. Beth seemed oblivious at first, but her eyes narrowed when she caught Amber’s wandering hand. Amber simply smiled, leaning in close to whisper something naughty in Joe’s ear.

Soon enough, the atmosphere was charged with sexual tension. Amber invited Beth and Joe to come see her dress designs in her room. Once they were all inside, she locked the door. Joe looked nervous but intrigued. Beth looked nervous and confused.

“You can’t help yourself, can you Amber?” Amber asked herself, her sultry tone heavy with meaning. She turned to Beth. “Your husband is mine. I’m the one he really wants to fuck.”

Beth gasped, her eyes wide with shocked indignation. Joe looked horrified at being called out so bluntly. But Amber just smirked, unzipping her dress to reveal a skimpy lace bra and panties underneath.

“Beth, you have a choice. You can stay and watch me claim your husband… or you can leave and live with the knowledge that he’s tasted a better woman.”

She turned to Joe, running a hand down his chest. “As for you… if you really want me, you have to prove it. Right here, right now.”

With that, Amber kicked Beth’s legs apart and kissed her deeply, shoving her tongue down her throat. Beth whimpered in fear and reluctant pleasure as Amber ran her hands all over her curves, tweaking nipples and teasing slit. Joe moved forward as if to stop them, but he froze, transfixed by the erotic sight of two women writhing together.

Amber pushed Beth down onto the bed, practically tearing off her clothes before diving between her legs and burying her face in pussy. Joe watched, his cock straining in his pants, as Amber licked and sucked his wife to a screaming orgasm. Beth thrashed and moaned, her body wracked with pleasure.

Amber smiled up at her quivering lover, then nipped her clit, sending Beth spiraling into another high. All the while, Joe just stared, astonished and endlessly turned on. When Beth’s need became too much, she looked at her husband with wild eyes.

“Fuck me, Joe,” she begged between sobs of ecstasy. “Fuck me like you fuck Amber…”

Joe didn’t need to be told twice. He stripped off his clothes in record time before crawling onto the bed and shoving into his wife’s dripping cunt. Beth cried out at the sudden penetration, her fingernails raking down Joe’s back. Amber moved to watch them fuck, trailing her small hands over her own curves as she did.

“Fuck yeah,” she purred, watching Joe pound into Beth. “Fuck that cheating pussy… make her remember which cock is hers…”

Joe groaned, slamming into Beth harder, chasing his release. Amber saw he was close. She slid onto the bed next to the couple, bringing her own pussy near Joe’s hand. “Touch me,” she urged in a whisper. “Make me come while you fuck your wife…”

With that, Joe’s eyes glazed over and he groaned loudly. Beth swore as Joe came, his cock spurting deep into her hungry cunt. At the same time, Amber rubbed her clit furiously, grinding against Joe’s touch to reach her own high. Her pussy gushed, her juices mixing with Beth’s.

In the aftermath, the three of them lay panting, sweat-slicked bodies entwined. But Amber knew this was only the beginning. Joe was hers now, utterly addicted to the taste of her pussy and the raunchy thrill of being caught by his wife. She’d make damn sure he’d never leave her again…

And poor, unsuspecting Beth? Amber had plans for her too. After all, she wouldn’t be a proper dominant mistress if she didn’t take a wife in tow along with her cheating man. The vixen grinned deviously as she contemplated her future exploits…