The Perfect Victim by truebutchanged

The Perfect Victim by truebutchanged

Discover 'The Perfect Victim' by truebutchanged – an intriguing erotic sex story that explores desire, power dynamics, and unexpected twists. Dive into a world where passion meets vulnerability, and let your imagination run wild. Perfect for fans of steamy narratives and provocative themes!<br/>

A loving family woman is “taken” for a surprise , A shorter story, and much different than my usual texts. If you like the tags, I hope you enjoy it.

Jessica always loved the idea of a small town. Growing up in LA, she learned quickly that she wasn’t the big city type at all. As soon as she was of legal age, she moved out of her parents house. It wasn’t that she didn’t get along with them, in fact, they were probably a lot closer than most families. She just wanted to start a family of her own in the quiet setting that was the rural areas.

Moving to the Oregon coast, she soon found she loved the area as much as she’d imagined. She waitressed while attending a small community college where she met her husband, got married, and had three children. She soon went back to school to finish her degree, and ended up running the business ends of the very restaurant she had previously waited tables for. Being promoted quickly, she soon found herself owning the place in all but title. She didn’t mind however, as the pay was extraordinary, and she held all of the power, yet the actual owner held all liability. It was a win-win for her.

Her husband was a sheriff for the local county police, and her kids, who were seven, five, and four, kept her as happy as could be. She kept in touch with her family in California and was actually rather close to her in-laws who lived across town. Her life was going as perfect as she could imagine.

There was only one issue that she could point out about her life. Her sex life was, frankly, rather boring.

Being a well-respected family in the church she grew up in, she found she was raised on morality and principle that most of the modern world disagreed with. That being said, she was a virgin up until she had met Tom. In fact, it was months after he proposed to her that her fiancee had even gotten to slept with her. But once she was married, she went wild with lust, experimenting in any way she could imagine. Quite often, she would surprise him at work with lunch, only to play in his handcuffs as he took the role of “bad cop”.

She was 28 years old now, but often, still had the sex drive of a teenager. Maybe it was due to her years lost, or maybe just her wild nature. Lucky for Tom, her genes were perfect, as she was a gorgeous looking 28 year old, and if her mother was any preview, she would keep her fine looks for many years to come.

She was red haired, with a little blonde showing through. Her hair was short, dangling from her face in their natural “Sigourney Weaver” curls. Her rather large breasts hadn’t developed any hint of sag over the years, probably due to her workouts, and her ass was as perfect as an 18 year old’s. Her husband truly was a lucky one.

She had started dropping hints to Tom, wishing to increase their sex drive. Buying sexy clothes, fun toys, and most importantly, random places were all high on her wishlist. She had tried everything she could to curb her appetite, and it worked for a while, but she was again starting to feel bored.

This was the current conversation she was having at work. As she had once made it from the bottom, she made it her duty to be friends with all ranks of the company. She was quite close with a few of the waitresses, namely Karen, and helped them out when it was a slow day for her.

As it was a slow hour in general, the two girls were busy gossiping as they bused the empty tables.

“It’s not that Tom isn’t great in bed, trust me. It’s just the fact that I always want to try something new. I think he’s running out of ideas,” Jessica whispered to her subordinate friend.

Karen smiled. “Well, maybe you should bring someone else into the mix? That’s always a fun suggestion. How do you feel about letting an extra girl join you guys? Or even being with two guys at one time?”

“I don’t know… doesn’t that defeat the purpose of marriage?” Jessica pondered, more to herself than to Karen. She turned to grab a napkin that was missed from another table when she made eye contact with a man, about 40 years of age. He quickly flipped his newspaper up, avoiding direct contact any more than he had to. Jessica wondered if he had heard her talking. Karen continued, not noticing.

“Well I think if you are both present and okay with it, it can actually strengthen a marriage,” she explained. The man slowly lowered his newspaper again, Jessica keeping her eyes on him the entire time. This time, he locked his eyes onto her. Although she couldn’t see his mouth over the paper, she could assume it was grinning devilishly. She felt her face flush red as she turned, leading Karen back to the kitchen in a hurry.

“I’m pretty sure that man heard us talking. It was like he was sizing me up or something,” Jessica explained her change of character.

“Oh wow, I didn’t even see him come in,” Karen looked through the small metal window from the kitchen to the outside. “I don’t think he’s been helped. Why don’t you go out and tease him a little bit?” Karen said with an equally evil smile.

“I will do no such thing! He’s creepy! And like 40 years old!” Jessica yelled in a hushed tone.

“Are you telling me you’ve never teased a guy that had no chance with you to get your rocks off? Now you MUST go out there!” Karen laughed handing her a notepad and pen for the order. With a helpful push out of the kitchen door, Jessica found herself back in the dining area, the stranger noticing her.

“No turning back now,” she thought to herself. She walked up to him, all smiles. “Good afternoon, sir! I am terribly sorry about the wait. Our hostess failed to inform us of a customer.”

“That’s quite alright,” the man smiled back. “I know the sign says wait to be seated, but she was on the phone and looked very busy, so I decided to steal a booth.”

“Well can I get you started off with a drink?” she asked, pulling her routine out from her days of hosting tables.

“A draft thank you. And a glass of water to go with it,” he ordered.

“I will get those and be back in just a sec,” she started, handing him the order menu and brushing against his shoulder with her hand in small flirtation.

The older man tried to sustain his grin from the attention, but was failing. “Thank you very much….erm…” he searched her chest, not finding a name plate.

“Oh, sorry about that. My name is Jessica, and I’ll be taking care of you while you’re here!” she announced with a huge smile, another common greeting from her waitressing days.

“Well thank you, Jessica. If I may ask, you seem quite overdressed for busing tables. Much different than most of the other waitresses in here,” he noted her white professional blouse with black vest and skirt.

“Oh, well you see, I usually work on the business side of things,” she explained. “But today was a particularly slow day, so I decided to help out up front, only to find it was just as slow up here. Go figure.”

“Well lucky for me, I guess,” the older man commentated. Jessica noticed his eyes still hadn’t left her chest from his name tag search. She turned, a little uncomfortable, and walked back to the kitchen.

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