He Called Me His Succulent Succubus

Story Time

My readers know that sometimes I like to write about some of my depraved fantasies. It’s that time again! I love thinking about being desired by every man I encounter. It doesn’t matter their age, race, body build, face structure, financial status, etc. Just literally any and every man that has a heartbeat on the planet. Every husband would risk their marriage to have a moment with me. You get the point. So this little fantasy is so naughty that it excites me in all the ways. My best friend’s husband, he called me his succulent succubus. Of course, I would never, because I am a good girl. That said, my mind is not me, and it’s a good thing it doesn’t control me.

My mind, being a succulent succubus of depravity, is not a weak spot. I have so much fun with what goes on in there. What I am going to please myself with today is the thought of being called his succulent succubus. One day, I would go over to my bestie’s house when I knew her hubby would be home and that she wouldn’t be. I would feign sadness and say that I was coming over to make her hang out with me to cheer me up. Naturally, he would feel bad for me and invite me in as he lets me know she’s gone for the day. Again, feigning sadness, I would ask if he’s busy.  Since I’m wearing the shortest shorts and the tightest top, I knew resisting would be futile.

He Called Me His Succulent Succubus

I would walk inside reluctantly but thankful. Looking forlorn, I’m sure he would naturally want to embrace me. Instead, he offers me a cocktail to help with my nerves. Graciously, I accept. I can see that he is definitely noticing my curves. He is almost making it obvious that he is slowly tracing the lines of my body with his eyes. Accepting his offer, I pursed my lips seductively but still looked so needy and submissive. As he poured my drink, he barely took his eyes off of me. I was determined to make him call me his succulent succubus. Knowing that this was something I could never do, I let my mind go crazy.

It was the seduction part of my fantasy that got me so worked up. The inner part of my thighs becomes slick as I let my mind take its course. Seducing my best friend’s husband’s fantasy was getting even hotter than the new sensual neighbor. However, this shouldn’t be shocking because you all know that I’m one horny housewife. I needed my body to replace that cup he was holding and be in his hands already. My body would be putty there. The climb of my mind was tantalizingly slow for this one. He called me his succulent succubus couldn’t come quick enough.

Finale Finally

As I took the icy cocktail from his hand, I leaned in and produced a single tear. I knew he was a sucker for a damsel in distress. He instinctively wrapped his arms around me, and his embrace felt so tight. Trying to still appear forlorn, another tear ran down my cheek. He squeezed me harder and brought his lips to mine. His hands roamed down my backside and cupped my cheeks. I brought my lips to his, and he didn’t flinch. His tongue traced my mouth, and I needed him more than I thought I would. I lay in my bed, eyes closed, and as my fingers rubbed my mound, he did things to me I knew he had never done to my bestie.

Closing my eyes to masturbate to my dearest friend’s husband in the middle of the afternoon was so wrong, but felt so right. I climaxed so hard I pulled my tummy muscles and canceled the plans I had with them this evening. The next time I saw them was three weeks after the first time he was “mind material”. Even though it was all just an innocent fantasy, I had used him as “material” every day since the first time. For some reason, I couldn’t look at him directly. We caught eyes one time in that encounter, and I felt my whole body blush. He called me his succulent succubus, and that’s all I can think about every time I see him or them now.

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