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War of the Women The thing between Marcia and Tara had been going on for some time. Marcia was quite friendly with the rest of her neighbors in the Close, but she continued to snub Tara. Possibly because Tara was suspected of having seduced several of the men in the area. Revenge was now a question of when, rather than if. With Tara, revenge would involve the seduction of Sam, Marcia’s husband. Her juices were in full flow at the thought of it. Imagine seducing that great hunk, with the beautiful curly hair and green eyes, and pissing off his wife at the same time. How delicious! She remembered seeing him poolside at one of the barbecue parties. In his oh so tiny black satin swimsuit, every contour of his cock was on view and she’d nearly orgasmed when he brushed against her a couple of times. Tara had no current boyfriend, but with her curvy figure, long blonde hair and good looks, there was never a shortage of men in her life. She was a fun loving girl, with a bubbly good humor, but she was determined to wreak her revenge on Marcia. She stood now in front of a mirror in yellow nylon panties. ‘Mm. Not bad – even if I do say so myself,’ she thought, tweaking her nipples and enjoying their instant reaction to her touch. She ran her hands over her nylon clad buttocks. Not for her gee strings – she thought they looked and felt uncomfortable. She wondered what Marcia’s secret weapon was? She must have something to keep hold of gorgeous Sam. Her opportunity came a few days later. There were many parties in the Close, but every six months, they had a get together that everybody was invited to. This time it was to be held at Marcia’s. She knew that Marcia wouldn’t dream of not inviting her – it was more Escort Ataşehir or less obligatory that everyone in the Close was invited. The custom was that everybody dressed up for the occasion and Tara, after having had a gloriously long soak in the bath, now set about selecting her attire for the evening. Normally she dressed and prepared herself quite quickly. With her figure it would be difficult not to look impressive. But this was going to be a special occasion and warranted a little extra effort. Searching through lingerie collection, she couldn’t make up her mind. Would Sam prefer red, pink or black? Silk or lace? In the end, she settled for red silk panties. She toyed with the idea of a bra, but decided she’d go au natural. Her completely natural bust didn’t really need any help to look impressive. She chose an ankle length dress in red silk. It was cut low at the front, displaying her admirable cleavage, and was slit to just below the hip on her left side and it stuck to her figure like glue, leaving very little to the imagination. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she was very pleased. Sam wouldn’t know what had hit him. Most men are quite easy, bless them! You only have to show a bit of leg, a flash of panties and they’re slavering at your feet. That’s if their view ever got lower than any cleavage on display. As expected, she received a cool reception from Marcia. ‘Welcome, Tara. You look very nice. You don’t think your dress is a bit over the top?’ ‘Bless you darling. So nice of you to worry. Perhaps you should ask that question of your male guests?’ Tara replied, taking a glass of champagne from a passing waiter. ‘Your husband looks gorgeous! Ümraniye escort He certainly suits a tuxedo. I imagine it’s difficult to fend off all the women from him. Must be a full time job.’ ‘He’s completely loyal to me so just keep your hands off him.’ ‘Ah! There’s a thought now. I wonder what it would be like? They say the pleasure is increased when a married man’s involved.’ ‘If anybody should know about the delights of married men, it would be you. I’m just telling you to keep your hands off my husband.’ ‘I’ll try darling, I really will. But you know what men are like, especially married men. They seem to need a change from time to time.’ ‘If you lay one finger on him, I’ll rip that slutty dress off you and give you a good spanking.’ ‘Ooh, God! You’re so sexy when you’re angry,’ Tara laughed. ‘Come to think of it, if I had a willy, I’d really enjoy shagging you silly! Ah, here he comes. Sam darling you look so smart. Will you save me a dance sometime in the evening?’ ‘Better than that, I’ll give you one now. They’re playing my tune, let’s go.’ Marcia’s face was puce with anger, but her husband had eyes only for Tara ‘Why are you dancing with me and not with your wife?’ ‘Why? Aren’t you enjoying yourself? He asked ‘Oh absolutely.’ With his hands on her bottom, he pulled her in close and she could feel the shape of his cock pressing against the softness of her belly. ‘I’m enjoying it a lot and you’re a very naughty boy!’ ‘When I saw you this evening, in this beautiful dress, I just had to have my hands on your gorgeous bottom.’ ‘Oh? And the rest of me doesn’t come up to scratch then?’ she asked, pouting and pretending to be cross. She pushed closer to Bostancı escort bayan him, lightly squeezing her breasts against him. He laughed and said, ‘You really are a very bad girl.’ ‘You know what they say – when I’m bad, I’m very bad. How often do you shag Marcia?’ ‘I beg your pardon?’ he said, feigning shock. ‘Let me put it another way – how often do you put this gorgeous protrusion which is pressing into my tummy, into your wife?’ ‘She has no reason to complain.’ ‘Boy, you should have heard her earlier. She was complaining like a bitch.’ ‘That’s because she’s jealous. Always has been. She’s afraid you and I are going to make love. Which we are.’ ‘Are we?’ Tara asked with raised eyebrows, ‘You’re very sure of yourself.’ ‘If we were alone and I took off your beautiful dress and panties, you would be wet and ready for me.’ ‘You’re so rude!’ she said, barely managing to conceal a shudder of wanton desire. The main lighting had now been dimmed and they felt as though they were the only people in the room, as his hands wandered over her body. He smiled as she bit her lip, trying to quell the gasp that was on her lips. As his hands caressed the soft flesh of her through her dress, he knew he had to have her and soon. Without saying a word, he took her by the hand and led her upstairs. ‘Is this where you sleep with Marcia? ‘Yes it is. Is that a problem?’ ‘Oh no, my love.’ No problem at all, she thought. How delicious – to shag him in their bed. Exquisite! She undressed him slowly until he stood before her nude and with evidence of his arousal. ‘So, you have me at your mercy. What would you have me do?’ she asked. They were both standing at the foot of a large double bed. ‘I think it’s me who’s at your mercy. If you knew how much I want you at this moment, you’d know what I mean. I suggest you get on the bed.’ Eying him for a moment, through a tress of carelessly hanging blonde hair, she smiled, and knelt at the foot of the bed. She lay face down on the bed and pulled her dress up, over her hips.