A Dirty Affair

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Foreword:

Dear readers,

thank you for purchasing my book.

A Dirty Affair is an erotic short story.

But now to my real person. My name is Jupiter Hill. I was born in Frankfurt am Main in 1982. Since my childhood I have written stories of all kinds. The older I got, the stronger my desire to write erotic stories became. And that's what I do now.

I don't stick to any fixed conventions. No rigid ideas or general views. Sometimes I write from a woman's point of view, sometimes from a man's. Because my stories are made for both sexes.

I hope to make my readers happy with my "works". And inspire them to erotic acts. The following story is partly made up. But a large part is based on my own life.

Your Jupiter

A Dirty Affair

I'll be 40 soon and take care of the house and the family. My husband is busy with his steep career. We are doing very well. We live an almost perfect life. Our daughter is 12 and our son seven. I didn't return to my profession after his birth

Maybe you've been through this before. When everything is perfect, you always find something you're missing. But in my case it is something very important for me, sex and love. Sure, my husband loves me infinitely and we also have sex, but it is just not enough for me. Especially in the time before my period my body goes crazy. Then I could jump on it three times a day. But mostly we only do it once or twice a week. But exactly then it is not enough for me and above all it is much too good. I am then almost like a bitch in heat.

As soon as the children are out of the house, I sit in front of the computer and let myself be stimulated. This always culminates in a short but intense climax. Unfortunately this does not bring me enough satisfaction. Mostly I distract myself with other things. In this phase I am also always easily irritable. Often I take flight when everything just annoys me.

As was the case two weeks ago. I was once again under high tension, in addition the preparations for Christmas. I could do what I wanted, somehow there was no opportunity to satisfy my lust. My husband came home late in the evening and was then too tired, the children were just annoying and I hardly had a chance to satisfy myself. That afternoon it was enough and I packed my jacket, put it on, quickly put on thick socks in my brown boots and left the house. I drove to the mall to just stroll around a bit and distract myself. The much too small parking garage was already crowded. I raced with rage and was already about to drive home again.

But then I decided to drive to another parking place. Luckily I could get a free space in the back corner. From there I had to walk a good ten minutes to the shopping center. The cold and fresh air was good and I could relax a little bit. In the shopping mall all hell was breaking loose. People were crowding through the passages and blocked the way again and again because they stood in front of the shop windows and looked at the displays.

I also wanted to relax. I wandered around aimlessly, entered a shop here and there and just rummaged around. As I walked past one of the countless boutiques, I saw a really beautiful dress. I liked it very much and I went inside to have a closer look at it. This shop was also quite crowded so that I had to wait a few minutes before an employee approached me. "I see you are interested in the dress? Have you tried it on yet?" "No, it's not my size. I'm a size 12." "I'll have to look. I think in a 38 I have it only in lilac. Or I can order it for you in black." "No, I'd like to try it on. Besides, I'd need it for the weekend, though."

The young lady left me standing for a moment and came back with the dress in size 38 and in lilac. I did not like the colour at first sight. But I did at second sight. It would be something different, I thought to myself. "There's our dressing rooms." I took the dress and went into one of the dressing rooms. First, I hung it on a hook. I opened my jacket. I was wearing a grey fluffy turtleneck. I grabbed the cuffs and pulled it over my head. Underneath I wore a black push-up bra made of shiny fabric. Next I had to take off my short black miniskirt. It was one of those elastic stretch skirts.

It was very short, which was also the reason why I had put on black pantyhose instead of stockings in the morning. I got out of the skirt and put it on the stool with my sweater. I looked at myself in the mirror. For 38 I found myself hot, long legs, crunchy bottom, flat stomach and thanks to the push-up, firm breasts. I had combed my brown hair strictly backwards and tied it into a ponytail with a hair tie. I had done without panties that day. I loved the feeling of nylon on my skin.

So now I stood in the cabin, boots, pantyhose and bra. I took the dress off the hook and climbed in. It had a low neckline at the back. At the front you could clearly see my bra. I left it there for the moment. I straightened the skirt, which was almost down to the floor, and left the cabin. The saleswoman saw me and came over to me.

I turned briefly and then stood in front of a large mirror. It looked a bit strange, the figure-hugging dress, including my black bra and my brown boots, which you could see through the slit on the left side. In addition, the edges of my thick, grey socks. I turned around again, put on another strap and then walked a few steps through the shop. In front of the mirror, the saleswoman explained to me that the dress fit perfectly.

Well, I could see that myself, but it was still good to hear. I looked in the mirror again and saw a young man looking at jeans diagonally behind me. But his gaze kept wandering back to me. I could see his face well. He seemed manly and adventurous. He had blond hair and wore glasses. I don't think he had noticed that I had noticed his eyes.

Now it was my turn to look in the mirror from time to time. I plucked a little here and there and watched if he noticed. He did. I began to enjoy this little game. Along the way some naughty thoughts flashed through my mind. I turned on my own axis again. The skirt swung up a little and gave my observer a view of my boots and my leg. I pushed the slit further open and tugged at the dress again. Then I grabbed my breasts and realigned the décolleté. He could no longer avert his gaze. Satisfied, I turned to the shop assistant.

"What do you think of the color?" "It looks great

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