GG's, Like in Maggie Ch. 03

"Oh, relax," she said, slapping his stomach lightly. "You act all mad now, but when we're out there, you'll love it. You always do. Besides, it'll make us even. I have naked pictures of you and your wife... now, you'll get naked pictures of me," she said brightly. A woman near them turned and gave them an odd look. Maggie noticed. "Oh don't worry, dear... lover's quarrel," she stated. The older woman shook her head and marched away, and Andrew's eyes blazed with fury.

"Okay, so we'll meet up, you'll take pictures of me wearing absolutely nothing, then I'll give you a quick blowjob, and we'll be all set," Maggie stated quickly.

"Maggie!" Andrew warned. How did she not understand this?

"Okay, okay!" she replied. "But... are you sure? I mean, I can make your cock cum like a firehose, I swear, and..." she stopped, his cold glare halting her in her tracks. "Ugh... fine!" she relented. There was a long pause between them, a heavy silence. Finally, Maggie spoke up again.

"So..." Maggie began, pulling her shades back down. "I'll be in touch. I know how to find you. Don't get too excited," she joked, glancing down at his clearly straining bulge. Shamefully, he turned away, facing the ocean, as she smirked and began walking away. Of course, he watched her strut away, her perfect, mouth-watering ass shaking back and forth with every perfect step.

Andrew faced the ocean, waiting for his pulsing cock to go down. As the waves crashed against the beach, he shook his head in anger. Andrew had gone from wanting to yell and scream at her to agreeing to take naked pictures of her.

What the fuck was going on?

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Maggie stepped out of her car in and walked across the parking lot back towards her place, undeniably pleased with herself. The heat and passion in their confrontation was thick. Their souls were becoming intertwined. Love was in the air. She had gotten her dream man back on the hook. There were plans for them to meet up again, and when that happened, well... hot sex was inevitable. He knew it, and she knew it, and there was NOTHING that was gonna stop that from happening. Both of their bodies were screaming for it back on that pier, and now that plans were made to meet up again, there was nothing to stop his big married cock from entering her tight pussy.

She couldn't wait!

She strutted towards her apartment, her butt shaking as she walked. She looked every bit the glamour model she aspired to be, and even now, away from Andrew, she didn't break that image. Strutting her stuff, not paying any mind to the people around her, her butt shaking, her big boobs jiggling, she looked like a star, perfectly dressed and done up, walking down the balcony of her apartment as if it was a red carpet. Grabbing her keys and entering her place, she stepped inside, finally alone.

Only then did her demeanor change.

"Ughh..." she sighed, putting out her tongue, grabbing her top and using it to fan herself. She was sweating like crazy in this heat, but she didn't want to betray any vulnerability in front of Andrew. If he sensed any weakness in her, he would have fought back more. As long as she stayed confident and unflinching, she knew he'd crumble. Which he did.

Kicking off her flip-flops and tossing her expensive purse onto a chair, its contents spilling somewhat, she padded barefoot towards her bedroom. Tossing her sunglasses onto her dresser, she grabbed the hem of her tight yellow top and lifted it up, peeling it up and off her sweaty flesh. Flinging it onto the floor, she turned to face her mirror as she reached back to unclasp her matching yellow lace bra. The garment popped forward due to the immense force it was trying to contain, and Maggie peeled it off the rest of way, dropping it to the ground, exposing her big breasts to the mirror. She always loved this part. She couldn't get over how big her breasts were now. It was awesome. Much like Andrew, she loved staring at them.

But, they did come with drawbacks.

Grabbing her hips, she arched her back, stretching. Yeah, these massive boobs were definitely a heavy load to bear at all times of the day, but the benefits SO outweighed the drawbacks, at least for her. Twisting her back, hearing a few pops in her spine, she felt instant relief.

As she moved like this, topless, her big jugs swaying in the cool air, she felt what was coming to be a usual occurrence. The dreaded boob sweat. Living in this heat, sauntering around like she did, boob sweat was inevitable, especially with big, fake breasts this size. Sliding her palms under her tits, the sweat slid over her palms. The boob sweat was a pain, sure, but if that was the worst thing that came along with breasts this size, it was so worth it.

She then unbuttoned her booty shorts, wiggling her hips, peeling them down and stepping out of them, leaving her only in her bright yellow thong. With a firm tug, she pulled her thong down as well, wincing in slight discomfort as she peeled the tiny string wedged deep in her ass-crack out and dropped it to the carpet.

Padding over to the bathroom, she jumped into the shower, waves of relief coursing over her as the cool water poured down her naked body. Savoring this moment, letting the water cool her overheated body, she washed up her face, scrubbing off her make-up and washing off any sweat there. She then soaped herself up with a smooth gel, washing the sweat off from under her tits, wiping down the dripping juices between her legs, and reaching back and getting all up in her ass, washing every inch of her naked body. Once cleaned up, she toweled off and made her way naked across the hall, a few stray beads of moisture still coating her golden tanned skin.

Returning to her bedroom, still naked, she stepped over to her bed, pushing over a pile of clothes she had left there, finding her sweat pants. She pulled on the thin sweats, before returning to the bed, grabbing an old, thin t-shirt and pulling it on. It used to fit pretty loosely, but now, with her insane bust, it was much more snug. But it was still very comfortable, which was the whole point.

She spent the next bit of time in the bathroom, washing any remaining make-up off her face, before pulling her hair back into a loose ponytail. Walking through her bedroom, she grabbed her black-rimmed glasses and pulled them on, her eyes looking slightly bigger through the lenses. From there, she padded barefoot through the kitchen, grabbing a half-empty box of cereal. She carried the box towards the couch before falling ungracefully back onto it, her delightful form sinking into the soft cushions, one leg on the couch and the other resting on the floor as she nestled up against one of the arms. Flicking on the TV, she turned to her favorite dating show. Pulling open the box of cereal, she dug her hand into the bag within and grabbed a handful, bringing it into her mouth, happy to get plenty of marshmallows.

This was her life, really. With Andrew, she was always dolled up and looking perfect, but this was her in her downtime. She knew a few people, sure, but not too many at this point. Mostly fellow models, and she would sometimes just go to a bar with them and get drinks and flirt with boys. But, with her eyes only on Andrew, her heart wasn't really into it. So a lot of time, she just crashed at home and worked out her next crazy scheme.

Andrew would probably flip if he saw her like this. She had worked him up to the point that he thought she was always just over his shoulder, watching him at all times, barraging him with sexy texts. He was probably so jittery at this point that every time he turned a corner, he feared he would see her. He would be shocked if he knew that most of the time, she sent her texts from right here, on the couch while watching TV. She often simply fell asleep right here, with the TV still on, posed ungracefully.

When she went out to actively stalk him, she'd get all made-up. And that's when she'd take a lot of her sexy pictures, trying on different outfits before picking out the right one. She'd built up enough of them at this point that she could send him pictures for years, and never have to send the same one twice.

For as much work as she did stalking the married man, she was also incredibly lazy, which is why she spent plenty of nights like this. This would explain why her apartment was kind of a hot mess. While Andrew was out there, tying himself in knots thanks to Maggie's unyielding pursuit, Maggie simply sat back and relaxed, not bothered in the least by the damage she had wrought. While Andrew was in hell as his marriage was slowly crumbling around him, Maggie was lying back on her couch, foot bouncing side to side, eyes glued to the trash on the TV, mashing marshmallow-filled cereal into her waiting mouth.

This was the woman who was destroying his hard-earned kingdom.

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For prep, and only for prep, Andrew checked out Maggie's website, and some of the pictures she had had taken with other people since their last shoot. And they were just terrible. Well, Maggie did still look good, but the photos themselves were just amateur hour stuff. The lighting was shitty. The pictures weren't clear. The angles were just wrong. Despite everything, he felt some sort of pride at the fact that his pictures of Maggie were still very clearly the best of the bunch.

He tried to keep this entirely clinical and ignore the fact that he was seeing her posed sensually again. Now, the only pictures that she showed off the goods in were his own, so he didn't have to stare at more topless photos of her, but looking at her again, and knowing that he had agreed to see her naked sent a thrill through him, despite everything. As the days got closer to the time he agreed to meet Maggie, he was filled with a strange mix of dread and excitement.

He kept up a brave face in front of Kathleen, as if all was normal. In her mind, all was normal, and Andrew didn't let any of his inner turmoil be outwardly evident. He couldn't even place his true feelings on the matter. Obviously, he hated what Maggie had put him through. But part of him, not just on a sexual level, but a creative level as well, was kind of excited. Sure, the animal side of him was VERY much looking forward to seeing her juicy naked body once again. Those tits... that ass... seeing her in the buff once more was a mighty tempting offer. But was it really with all this inner conflict?

In these intervening days, as his conscience was in hell, he had some wonderful days with Kathleen. Her work schedule was lighter than usual, so she was home more. He got to spend a lot of time around her and was again reminded of what he loved about her. She was so smart and so intellectually inquisitive and curious. Like, they spent one evening working on dinner together, trying to put on this complicated dish she read about in this article. They kept messing things up, to the point of comedy. But that made it all worth it. It was fun just working with her on something like this, and it gave her a chance to really let her hair down and goof around with him. It was one of the most enjoyable moments of his marriage, and it was in the midst of all this other crap.

Having all this fun together did of course end with them making love. And, it was as good as ever, an expression of the love they felt for one another. But, his experiences with Maggie had affected him. And yeah, the sex itself, while perfectly serviceable, didn't quite rock his world. Even in his fleeting moments with Maggie, he was brushing up against a type of world-shaking, life-changing lust, something that he never even got close to approaching with his wife.

He couldn't help but glance at her flat chest and feel a small amount of disappointment, especially when compared to Maggie's immaculate pair. And his wife's butt... it was admittedly kind of shapeless, and when he looked at it, he couldn't help but compare it to when he watched Maggie walking away, and the raw lust he felt in that moment. A lust he didn't quite feel when looking at his wife's butt, and probably never would.

But that was okay. Marriages weren't built on lust. Those types of relationships weren't built to last. Their foundation was just built on pleasure, and that type of thing couldn't really match up with true love. It might feel good in the moment, but it wasn't healthy. It only satisfied the basest of urges, and couldn't compete with the satisfaction of true love with a partner you care about.

Right?

Nonetheless, despite the conflict he felt, he knew that if he could just be done with Maggie, he could finally clear his head and go back to normal. He had been nothing but happy in his life before Maggie. He could go back to that after Maggie. He just had to get the job done and be done with it. Get away from this vile, stalking temptress and move on with his life.

As he packed up the morning of the shoot, his resolve was strong. Sure, he was still a bit nervous, but he was confident that he could withstand Maggie's overwhelming appeal, and he could deal with any moves she might make towards him. Finding nothing else to delay the inevitable, he stepped into his car and began his drive, eager to get this whole thing done, eager to return home and get back to his normal life.

How naïve he was.

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