Just One Sip...

Julie's hand, shaking with a mix of anger and uncertainty, reached for the small bottle of whiskey that Mark offered her. She hesitated for a moment, her blue eyes narrowing in suspicion at his unreadable expression.

"Go on," Mark urged in a velvety voice, his gaze locked on hers. "It'll help calm your nerves."

Julie bit her lip, considering what she was about to do. The need to alleviate the storm of emotions swirling inside her outweighed the caution she held onto. With a **** sigh, she took the bottle from him and brought it to her lips, sipping the liquid gingerly.

As the whiskey washed over her tongue, she was struck by its unexpected taste - it was almost sour, but not entirely unpleasant. It burned a trail down her throat, igniting her senses and soothing her frayed nerves.

"Interesting flavor," she muttered, taking another sip while her eyes remained fixed on Mark, searching for any sign of deceit.

Mark leaned against the wall, his tall, lean frame outlined by the gallery’s spotlights. He smirked at her reaction, anticipation gleaming in his dark eyes. "It's a special South American blend," he explained casually, his gaze never leaving hers.

"South America?" Julie raised an eyebrow, skepticism coloring her voice. "Strange, I thought they were known for tequila and rum, not whiskey."

"Ah, well, it's a little-known specialty," Mark replied, an enigmatic smile playing on his lips. "But then again, you're not exactly an expert in this field, are you?"

"No," Julie admitted, feeling the warmth of the **** spreading through her body, loosening her muscles and quieting her mind."I suppose I'm not."

Mark studied Julie's face and noticed her second thoughts, so he took a sip of the whiskey himself, his gaze never wavering from her eyes. Seeing him drink it too seemed to reassure Julie, and she allowed herself another small swallow. Mark grabbed two foldable chairs from the corner of the room and set them up facing each other. He gestured for Julie to sit, and she did so hesitantly, still unsure of what was to come.

"It’s good, isn’t it? I was surprised as well when I found this Peruvian gem." Mark asked casually as he sat down opposite her, the warmth in his voice almost inviting. "The whiskey, I mean. The best thing is that it helps you forget all those nagging thoughts for a while."

Julie couldn't deny the truth in his words. As she sipped the strange drink, she felt a soothing calm washing over her, easing her troubled mind. Her anger towards Mark began to dissipate, replaced by a growing sense of calm.

"Maybe," she admitted quietly, her fingers tapping on the side of her glass. "But it doesn't change what you did."

"True," Mark agreed, his dark eyes searching hers. "And I don't expect your forgiveness, but I hope you'll at least hear me out."

Julie hesitated, the gentle buzz from the whiskey making it difficult to maintain her anger. "Fine," she said finally. "But I won't make any promises afterward."

Julie's body relaxed, but the **** ignited a new craving in her - she needed a cigarette. She rummaged through her purse, pulling out the pack and lighting one up with shaking hands.

"Ah, there it is," Mark commented, a note of satisfaction in his voice as Julie greedily inhaled the smoke, letting it fill her lungs before exhaling slowly, a cloud of thick, satisfying smoke hanging in the air between them. "You've really taken to it, haven't you?"

"Zip it, this is your doing," Julie grumbled, her cheeks reddening from mortification even as she drew in another hefty puff. But there was no denying the charm of the smoke, how it seemed to cast its magic around her, pulling her deeper into her wants and cravings.

"Listen," Mark murmured softly, "There's no sin in it, you know? We each have our own guilty pleasures, and you should welcome yours. It's part of what shapes us into who we are."

Julie looked up at him, her eyes shimmering with a mix of vulnerability and defiance. "Is that what you tell yourself when you manipulate people? When you lie and deceive them for your own selfish gain?"

"Guilty as charged," Mark replied without hesitation, his smile bittersweet. "But I didn't **** that cigarette into your hand, did I? You chose to light up, just like you chose to do many other things."

For a moment, they stared at each other in silence, the air thick with tension. And then, with a sigh, Julie decided to let it slide as she let go of the anger that had been holding her back, allowing herself to enjoy the moment. She took another slow drag from her cigarette, the thick smoke swirling around her tongue before she inhaled deeply. The subtle burn of the whiskey as it slid down her throat only intensified the pleasure she felt from each puff. She could feel herself becoming more and more absorbed in the moment, a sensual haze settling over her like a warm blanket. She knew something about this situation was off, but she couldn't resist the heady mix of nicotine and **** coursing through her veins.

"Damn, I never thought smoking could be so... satisfying," Julie admitted, her voice breathy as she exhaled another cloud of smoke. She took a sip of the drink, savoring the unique taste that seemed to perfectly complement the tobacco.

"It sure can be, but you must also give some credit to the South American blend, you know," Mark said smugly, as if reading her mind. "I had it imported just for... special occasions."

Julie raised an eyebrow at him. "And this is a special occasion because...?"

"Because, my dear Julie," Mark purred, leaning in closer to her ear. "I've been searching for a woman like you for a long time. And I finally found her." His words sent shivers down her spine despite herself.

"So you're seriously trying to tell me that this whole smoking thing was just an excuse for you to pick me up?" she asked incredulously, but there was a hint of amusement in her voice.

Mark shrugged nonchalantly. "Well, in a way, yes and no. I wanted to see if you had what it takes, and boy, did you ever exceed my expectations." He took the cigarette from her fingers and took a drag himself before handing it back to her again. "What can I say? I've always had a thing for the challenge."

Julie laughed bitterly. "So all this time... I was just some sort of conquest for you?"

He shook his head adamantly. "No, not just any conquest. You were the conquest." He leaned in closer until their lips were mere centimeters apart before he whispered against her ear. "Besides, aren't we all just playing games anyway?"

Julie knew she should have been outraged, should have slapped him across the face and stormed out of there. But the truth was, she was flattered by his perverse attention.

"Is that what you told yourself while searching for your perfect woman?" Julie asked, her curiosity piqued despite the lingering doubts in her mind.

Mark chuckled, resting his elbow on the arm of his chair as he leaned back. "You could say that. Problem is, the game is like playing in expert mode when trying to find someone who checks all the boxes."

"Well you got me curious now, what boxes are we talking about exactly?" Julie queried, raising an eyebrow as she studied Mark's face.

"Beautiful, intelligent and well-educated, adventurous and without restraints in bed... and of course, a smoker," Mark listed, his eyes never leaving hers. "Nothing fancy on its own but to find the combination of all these traits, well that’s another story."

"Sounds like quite the tall order," Julie remarked, taking another drag from her cigarette. "So why resort to deception?"

"Because sometimes, the perfect person is hiding behind inhibitions and societal expectations," Mark explained, blowing out a plume of smoke. "My experiment was designed to show people their true desires, to peel back the layers of guilt and pretense."

"How often did it work?" Julie asked, feeling a strange mix of fascination and annoyance at Mark's methods.

"More times than not," he admitted. "But you... you were different, Julie. As I said, from the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you were special. The way you lit up when you smoked, the way your body reacted to my touch... I just knew."

"Is that supposed to make me feel better about being lied to?" Julie snapped back, feigning anger that had long since dissipated.

"Of course not," Mark replied, his voice soft and soothing, probably as fake as Julie’s anger. "I can't change what I did, but I can offer you something else. A chance to further explore your desires without fear or judgment. To embrace the woman you've discovered within yourself."

"I still don’t get it," she began, her eyes locked on his. "Why not find someone single? Someone without kids?"

"Ah," Mark said, anticipating her question. "I understand why you might think that would be easier, but it's not what I want. A younger woman often lacks the depth and complexity that comes with experience. It's a grown up woman with a developed personality that interests me, but those happen to be almost exclusively - married mothers. Women, who have lived through more, who have faced challenges and come out stronger for it, who truly intrigue me."

"Sounds to me we're your preferred prey because we're… unhappy?" Julie asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Unhappy, unsatisfied, feeling a bit stuck, needing some fun... call it what you want," Mark said, shifting closer to her. "But that's beside the point. Lots of women like you feel cornered by their everyday life, itching for some thrill and satisfaction they don't find at home. That's where I step in. I provide an escape, an opportunity to explore desires they didn't even know existed. They appreciate every second way more than some pampered teen would. And you, Julie… you turned out to be just right, the perfect example of the woman I've been dreaming about.""

Even though Julie was still smarting from Mark's cunning trickery, she couldn't ignore the magnetic attraction that drew her towards him. He was undeniably manipulative and might even border on being a sociopath, yet there was something about him that made her want to disregard her reservations and surrender to his every desire. His casual dismissal of his actions, coupled with his audacious determination to seize whatever he wanted, made him irresistibly attractive.

"Mark, you sure have a way with words," Julie murmured. She paused, biting her lip as she chose her next words carefully. "But tell me, after all the smoke and mirrors - pun intended - how can I be sure that trusting you again isn't another mistake?"

Mark's lips curved into a sly smile, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "You can't be sure," he admitted, his hand reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair off Julie's face. "But isn't that part of the thrill? The risk?"

Julie hesitated, her mind racing as she considered his words. She knew she shouldn't trust him, that she should walk away and never look back. But just the way he looked at her made her want to give in to the temptation anyways.

"Besides," Mark's words rolled off his tongue like silk, a persuasive purr that sent shivers down her spine. His hand wandered over her thigh, fingertips drawing a path of temptation. "Are you ready to give up on all the amazing things we've discovered about ourselves? The way we fuck... the earth-shattering orgasms…” His hand travelled to the inner side of her thigh, and Julie responded with a soft moan as she spread her legs a bit. ”The drenched sheets, your cries bouncing off the walls... my cock spreading your soaked pussy… and your tight ass." He locked eyes with her as he added casually, "I've got your kinks figured out, Julie, and they're a reflection of my own. You think you can just ditch all that?"

Julie closed her eyes, a shiver of arousal coursing through her body. Damn. He knew her buttons too well, knew just how to get her riled up. With a sigh of resignation, she **** herself to meet his gaze. "You're unbelievable," she whispered through gritted teeth, but the corner of her mouth twitched upwards in a **** smile.

"I know," he teased, a playful glint in his eyes before he closed the gap between them to seize her lips again. The kiss was a languid exploration, their tongues twining and tangling in a well-practiced dance of desire. Julie moaned into his mouth, helpless to resist the intoxicating pull of his touch. His tongue traced the curve of her lower lip before diving deep into her mouth, making her shudder with pleasure. She tasted him - raw and real, every bit as addictive as she remembered. Their breaths mingled, their bodies pressed together in a silent promise of more to come. Their tongues tangled together hungrily, each trying to claim dominance over the other as they gave in to their desires.

After what seemed like an eternity, Mark pulled away, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. "Let's go to the therapy room," he suggested, his voice husky with lust.

Julie nodded, her eyes wide with anticipation, and allowed Mark to lead her further into the depths of their forbidden affair.

---

Meanwhile, in Mark's office, Amanda sat across from George, her blue eyes locked onto his as she recounted the events of Julie's smoking experiment. As she spoke, she subtly gestured towards the cup of tea sitting on the table between them.

"George, you should drink your tea before it gets cold," she advised, her tone casual yet alluring.

"Right, thank you," he replied, taking a sip of the still-warm beverage. The taste was unique and pleasant, catching him slightly off guard.

"Anyway," Amanda continued, "I have to admit, Julie took to smoking quite easily during the experiment. It was surprising, considering how much she despised it initially."

"Really?" George asked, his curiosity piqued. He couldn't imagine his health-conscious wife ever taking up such a habit willingly.

"Absolutely," Amanda confirmed, her voice soft and inviting. "Something about it just seemed to click with her. I guess people can surprise you sometimes."

As Amanda spoke, an something in her voice hinted at hidden depths, she didn’t sound as shallow as one would judge her based on her appearance. George found himself unexpectedly drawn to the woman opposite him, despite her not being his usual type. Her lips were plump, and obvious result of fillers, and her makeup was applied with a heavy hand, giving her an almost doll-like appearance. Her facial features were too flawless to be all natural and her raven-black hair cascaded down in stark contrast to her porcelain skin. A pair of breasts that defied gravity actually completed her style nicely. Somehow, despite all these superficial alterations that would normally turn him off, there was something in Amanda's sultry demeanor that held his attention captive. As they continued their conversation about Julie's unexpected adoption of smoking, George couldn't help but feel increasingly relaxed in Amanda's presence, as if her very aura worked to soothe his troubled thoughts.

"I see you like the tea," Amanda encouraged softly, nodding toward the cup in his hand. "It's a unique blend, isn't it? I added some South American herb Mark discovered during his travels."

"Really?" George replied, taking another sip and savoring the flavor. The tea was indeed different – a pleasant mixture of flavors he couldn't quite place, yet somehow soothing to his senses.

"Interesting taste," he commented, setting the empty cup back down on the table. They continued discussing the modern-day stigma surrounding smoking and how societal views had changed over time.

George found himself thoroughly enjoying Amanda's company. He couldn't remember the last time he had such an intriguing and stimulating conversation with someone outside of his usual circle. And despite her appearance and her background Connor told him about, there was a depth to Amanda that he found surprisingly alluring.

"Tell me," George asked, unable to resist the curiosity that tugged at him. Would she tell him the truth or lie? "How did you come to know Mark so well?"

Amanda paused, her lips curling into a sultry smile that sent a shiver down George's spine. To his surprise, she pulled out a cigarette out of her cigarette case and lit it up, taking a sensual drag before exhaling a cloud of smoke. Her eyes never left his, and he found himself mesmerized by the sight.

“Sorry, I forgot to ask you… you don’t mind, do you?” Amanda said sweetly, blowing a thin stream of smoke towards the ceiling as if she didn't have a care in the world.

George instantly shook his head. "No, not at all..."

"Well," Amada began, her voice husky with desire as she took another drag. "I was once where your wife is right now... Mark's test subject in his smoking experiment."

"Really? Interesting…" George asked, his voice barely above a whisper. He couldn't tear his gaze away from her, even as the tendrils of smoke danced through the air between them.

"Yeah, so here's the thing," Amanda began, her voice dropping to an intimate hush, as though she was about to share a juicy gossip. "The whole experiment thing with Mark? It was more than just some science project. There was... something between us."

She paused, her eyes taking on a faraway look as if she were watching a movie only she could see. "Imagine this electric charge," she continued, her hands moving animatedly as she tried to put words to her memories. "It was like this buzz that filled the air every time Mark and I were in the same room. Like static electricity before a storm."

Amanda laughed lightly at her own analogy before continuing. "Sounds crazy right? But it was real. And I couldn't ignore it." She rolled her eyes playfully, but there was a seriousness behind them.

"See, back then I had a ring on my finger," Amanda continued, twisting an imaginary wedding band on her left hand for emphasis. "I mean I loved my husband and all that jazz - you know the drill: 'til **** do us part', blah blah blah..."

But then her voice trailed off and she looked down at where the imaginary ring would have been. Her smile faded slightly as she remembered how things used to be. She took a deep drag and exhaled a long stream, obviously a practised set of moves for her when she needed to collect herself.

"But despite all that," Amanda continued after a moment of silence, looking up again with renewed energy in her eyes, "I found myself drawn towards Mark like... like he was this super cool bonfire and I was just some dumb moth unable to resist its glow."

Her lips twisted into an ironic smile as she admitted openly what had happened next.

"And you know what? The connection between us... it wasn't something that could be easily shrugged off or ignored," Amanda confessed with surprising frankness. "It was intense – like nothing I'd ever felt before."

She leaned back in her chair and looked straight at George, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of mischief and confession. "And the craziest part? I didn't want to resist it. Not one bit."

"So...you really stepped out on your old man, huh?" George tossed the question out there, a hint of pretend interest in his tone. He was already clued into what went down, but her honesty threw him for a loop. What really knocked him sideways though, was his own chilled-out reaction to her confession - he should've been going nuclear by now knowing his wife had been shacked up with the same guy for the past month. But all he felt was this strange buzz of excitement. Totally bizarre.

"Yeah... Mark and I, we got tangled up in an affair that swallowed us whole. Once the experiment wrapped up, I just couldn't keep it from my husband anymore. Spilled the beans about everything and we ended up taking Mark to court for sexual misconduct."

"Then why are you here with him now?" George asked, feeling his cock twitch in excitement to her words. What was going on with him? Why was her story turning him on so much? Or was it her?

"Because," Amanda admitted, her voice barely more than a whisper as she leaned in closer, "I couldn't forget the way Mark made me feel. The satisfaction he brought me was like nothing I'd ever experienced before. So I dropped the charges, left my husband, and joined Mark instead."

George felt like his mind was trapped in molasses as Amanda's words swirled around him. His cock, however, felt anything but slow. Hard as a rock, it tented his slacks, a stiff reminder of how aroused he was becoming despite the awkwardness. His once-sober brain struggled to make sense of the situation before him but Amanada's hand on his knee wasn't helping his cause any. Neither was her scent, a sultry mix of smoke and perfume.

"And you don't...regret it?" he managed.

"Regret it? There’s nothing to regret," Amanda purred out, her eyes alight with hooded lust, "He made me realize the kind of woman I really am, George – a woman who craves something more than what she settled for. A woman who isn't afraid to chase after what she truly desires."

There was something so seductive about the way she said it that George found himself unable to look away from her burning eyes, and when she leaned in close enough for her lips to brush against his ear, he couldn't move away either as she whispered one final confession: "The sex with Mark was just beyond compare, George."

George's heart raced as he struggled to make sense of his overwhelming arousal. His limbs felt weak and unresponsive, a stark contrast to the throbbing hardness between his legs. He glanced at Amanda, suspicion gnawing at him. There must have been something in the tea.

"Feeling a little... different, are we?" Amanda teased, her sultry smile never leaving her face. She reached out, tracing a finger along George's arm, sending shivers down his spine.

"What have you done to me? The tea... you poisoned me!" George's voice was a mere whisper, his senses reeling as he tried to comprehend the situation.

Amanda's lips curled into a wicked smile. "Oh, I wouldn't exactly term it as poison. It functions somewhat like viagra for men, but its effects are more psychological. It works only when you're aroused, so that your blood is redirected to your cock rather than your limbs." Her gaze dropped deliberately to the noticeable bulge straining against his trousers. "And judging by that mighty tent, I'd say you're quite excited at this moment."

George's face contorted in confusion and disbelief. His heart pounded wildly in his chest as he struggled to maintain control over his body's responses. "But why? Why are you doing this?" He stammered out, his words barely audible.

"Because I want you to truly grasp the circumstances here, George," Amanda replied nonchalantly, her smoky eyes never left his face as she added cryptically, "You'll understand soon enough."

"Is that... what you've done to… to my wife?" George choked out, trying to resist the desire coursing through his veins. Every touch from Amanda, every word she spoke, only served to entice him further.

"Not really," Amanda whispered, her hand now traveling up his thigh, causing him to shudder, the only move his limbs could muster. She leaned in, her breasts pressing against his chest, her scent intoxicating. "We’ll talk about her later. Right not, you’re here with me and I want to show you what a lucky man you are." With that, Amanda straddled him and deftly unbuckled his pants, freeing his rock-hard cock from its confinement.

"N-no... we... we can't," George moaned, his willpower crumbling under the onslaught of pleasure and arousal.

"Oh, but we can," she purred, "you know you want this, George. And besides," she added, her voice taking on a seductive tone, "Sometimes it feels so much better when it's forbidden."

George tried to deny it, but he couldn't ignore his own body. And as much as he wanted to blame the strange tea, the dark excitement that Amanda now offered was incredibly appealing. Under her spell, he found himself completely mesmerized.

"Admit it," Amanda pressed, her fingers brushing against his hard cock. "You want me just as much as I want you."

George's breath hitched in his throat as her words sent a jolt of desire straight to his core. He couldn't deny it any longer – he did want her. In fact, if his strength suddenly returned, he would probably use it just to grab her and fuck her silly.

Mere centimeters from his face, Amanda stared in his eyes, her dolled-up face amazingly perfect even from such close distance.

“Don’t deny it, I see how much you want me, George. You can’t keep your eyes away from my lips and any psychologist can tell you what that means.”

She began gently stroking him as she licked her lips, “You really like them, huh? Have you ever kissed so full, juicy lips before, George?”

George shook his head and Amanda leaned in, her lips millimeters from his, her breath hot on his face. “Mmmm, I can be the first then…”

Amanda's lips pressed against George's, a soft whisper of a touch that sent a shiver through him. Her mouth was warm and inviting, their plump fullness tempting him into deepening the kiss.

Slowly, almost teasingly, she pressed herself closer to him, her hand continuing its tantalizing dance along his length. His breath hitched as she parted her lips slightly, allowing him to taste the sweetness that lay within. It was an invitation he couldn't resist; he accepted it eagerly, his own tongue darting out to meet hers.

Their tongues met in a slow dance of passion and exploration. The feel of her tongue against his was electrifying - soft yet firm, wet and warm, tasting like honey and smoke.

As their kiss deepened further still, George found himself lost in the sensation of it all. Her hand continued its steady rhythm on him even as they kissed passionately - a dual **** on his senses that left him reeling.

His world narrowed down to this moment - the taste of Amanda on his tongue, the feel of her body pressed against his own and the relentless stroke of her hand on him. He was consumed by lust for her - every thought eclipsed by desire for more.

“I… I want you,” George moaned as she opened her blouse and bra in one fluid motion. He marveled at her perfect breasts, larger than Julie's but still firm. She smirked at him and guided his hand to her generous cleavage.

"Oh I'm glad, because I want you too," she said before capturing his mouth again, this time ravenous and hungry.

---

While George was busy succumbing to Amanda, Julie's dress fell to the polished floor of the therapy room, ready to fuck her manipulating lover once more. Mark's eyes, aflame with a primal desire and with a glint of complete victory, sent shivers coursing down her spine. Any vestiges of hesitation were obliterated, torn asunder by the raw and insatiable passion that bound her to him like an invisible tether.