Bella’s Temptation

Alex leaned back in his office chair, the hum of fluorescent lights and distant chatter fading as he glanced at his phone, a smirk tugging at his lips. Friday morning sun streamed through the window, but his mind was already in the student house, picturing Bella’s flirty, playful smile, her tight pussy waiting for him tonight on the kitchen island, Anna hidden in the pantry, watching, cumming as Bella thought she was stealing him. Their cuckqueen plan—Alex fucking Bella tonight, Chloe tomorrow, Dana Sunday, each believing he was cheating, unaware Anna knew and craved it—was set, the tickets ruse from last night ensuring Chloe and Dana would be at the rom-com marathon, leaving Bella alone. His cock twitched, fingers tapping the phone, ready to ignite the flirtation that would lead to Bella’s seduction. He opened his chat with Bella, her last text—a winking emoji from yesterday’s banter—still glowing.

Alex: Morning, trouble. Bet you’re already causing chaos today.

Bella’s response came fast, her playful energy leaping through the screen. Alex’s cock stirred, imagining her blonde hair bouncing, her curves in something tight, pussy tingling at his words.

Bella: Chaos is my middle name, didn’t you know? What’s up with you, Mr. Workaholic?

Alex: Just slaving away, dreaming of a break. You got plans tonight, or you free to stir up some trouble?

He sent it, pulse quickening, knowing the bait was subtle but potent. Bella’s flirty nature would latch on, her pussy already warming at the idea of him. Her reply buzzed, words dripping with tease.

Bella: Oh, I’m always free for trouble. Roommates are out later, so I might need company. You offering?

Alex grinned, cock hardening. She was hooked, her text hinting at opportunity, unaware Anna had orchestrated it. He typed, keeping it light, stoking the fire.

Alex: Depends. You gonna behave, or make it worth my while?

Bella: Behave? Never. Worth it? Bet I could make you forget work.

His cock throbbed, imagining Bella’s flirty smirk, pussy wet, thinking she could tempt him. He sent a quick reply, keeping the flirtation simmering, knowing he’d push harder later.

Alex: Tempting. Let’s see how bad you can be. Gotta focus now, talk later.

Bella sent a winking emoji, and Alex pocketed his phone, cock stiff, mind on the kitchen island, Bella’s pussy spread, Anna’s eyes burning from the pantry. Work dragged—meetings, emails, coffee runs—but his phone buzzed throughout, Bella’s texts escalating, each a spark in their kinky game.

Mid-morning, during a break, he checked her latest message, a selfie: Bella in a low-cut top, blonde hair tousled, lips pouted, captioned, Bored. Save me? His cock jolted, picturing her pussy under that skirt, ready for him. He typed, voice teasing in his mind.

Alex: Looking like that, you’re dangerous. Might have to swing by and keep you in check.

Bella: Dangerous is my vibe. Swing by, I dare you.

He smirked, cock straining, and sent a playful reply, planting seeds for the afternoon reveal.

Alex: Dare accepted. Still stuck here, but maybe I’ll escape early. Stay dangerous.

Lunch came, and Alex ate alone, phone buzzing with Bella’s reply, a flirty quip about him being “all talk.” He fired back, cock hard, keeping her engaged, her pussy likely wet, imagining him. “Not just talk,” he texted, “wait and see.” Her response was a string of fire emojis, her arousal clear, setting the stage for his next move.

Early afternoon, as he pretended to review reports, Alex saw his opening. He typed, casual but deliberate, the bait to draw Bella in, aligning with their plan.

Alex: Good news. Boss let me off early today. Might have some free time tonight. You still causing trouble?

Bella’s reply was almost instant, her flirty energy now laced with intent, her pussy pulsing at the opportunity, believing Chloe and Dana would be out.

Bella: Trouble’s my specialty. Roommates are gone tonight, house is all mine. Come over, keep me company?

Alex’s cock throbbed, the trap sprung. Bella saw her chance to fuck him, thinking she’d steal him behind Anna’s back, unaware Anna would watch, cumming. He typed, sealing it.

Alex: You’re on. I’ll be there, 7ish. Don’t start without me.

Bella: No promises. Bring your A-game.

He pocketed his phone, cock hard, mind racing to the kitchen island, Bella’s pussy tight, Anna’s moans hidden. Work ended, and he drove to the student house, heart pounding, cock stiff. He parked, grabbed a bottle of vodka from his car, and knocked. Bella opened the door, blonde hair loose, wearing a tight, low-cut dress, short but not blatant, hugging her full tits and hips, pussy subtly outlined. Her flirty smile lit up, eyes gleaming, unaware Anna was already in the pantry, pussy wet, ready to watch.

“Got off early, huh?” Bella teased, voice playful, stepping aside, hips swaying. “Lucky me.” Alex grinned, cock twitching, holding up the vodka. “Thought we’d celebrate,” he said, stepping in, eyes tracing her curves, pussy tingling under her dress. They moved to the kitchen, Bella grabbing glasses, her dress riding up as she reached, pussy flashing briefly, making Alex’s cock harden. They poured drinks, vodka and soda, ice clinking, and sat at the island, knees brushing, air thick with flirtation.

“You’re trouble,” Alex said, sipping, voice low, eyes locked on hers. Bella laughed, flirty, leaning closer, tits pressing against the island. “You have no idea,” she purred, sipping, tongue flicking her lip, pussy wet. “But I bet you’re worse, sneaking over while Anna’s… busy.” Her voice teased, thinking she was tempting him, unaware Anna’s pussy pulsed nearby, watching. Alex’s cock throbbed, playing along. “Maybe,” he said, smirking, hand brushing her thigh, brief but electric. “You gonna make it worth it?”

Bella’s pussy clenched, moan soft, eyes darkening. “Oh, I can,” she whispered, leaning in, lips close, breath hot. Their flirtation grew heavier, words laced with heat. “You’re bolder than I thought,” she said, hand grazing his arm, pussy dripping. “Thought you were all talk.” Alex’s hand slid to her waist, pulling her closer, cock hard. “Not just talk,” he growled, voice rough, eyes burning. “You’re playing with fire, Bella.”

She giggled, flirty, pussy soaking, dress riding up as she shifted, thighs brushing his. “I like fire,” she purred, sipping, eyes locked, hand on his knee, squeezing. The kitchen island loomed, their bodies close, heat rising. Alex leaned in, lips near her ear, voice a low whisper, cock throbbing, Anna’s pussy pulsing in the pantry. “My kink,” he murmured, breath hot, “is fucking random girls behind my girlfriend’s back.” Bella’s pussy clenched, moan sharp, eyes wide, thinking she’d won, unaware Anna watched, cumming, the kinky trap sprung.