Lynda Fox was born and raised in a small suburban college town. Her mum was a nurse and
her dad was a college teacher, so she was raised in a typical middle class family.
She was very inquisitive as a child and did especially well at Geography which was
her favorite subject. Although she was one of those kids at school who didn’t really know
what they wanted to do when they finished school, her interest in Geography later
developed into a passion for travelling and interacting with foreign cultures in far flung
corners of the world.
She therefore went to college and graduated with a degree in anthropology and
modern European languages. Through a dint of hard work and determination, she became
fluent in French, German and Russian.
At the end of her studies, she took a part time as an interpreter and was soon
posted to Paris. “Life works in a mysterious way” as the saying goes; after only working
as a translator in Paris for a year, a friend dared her to send a small portfolio of her
pictures to a glossy magazine and so she inadvertently ended up being a successful Page 3
model.
A row ensued with her employers over the inappropriate “Page 3 affair” and she
resigned. A year later she had teamed up with a rather hard working and even harder
playing French couple who supported her in setting up an upscale escort service. As she
herself continued to feature in a number of modeling campaigns, the publicity did her
business a world of good. Many of her girls also did modeling jobs which she arranged and
got a commission on.
Her business soon had her travelling around a lot, especially in Europe but also
around the world. Everywhere she went people commented on her hot, shapely legs and very
pretty feet; Lynda most certainly used her best assets to get things done. That worked out
for her perfectly too as it addresses her one big problem, a very high sex drive and a
taste for new sexual adventures. Wherever the winds of business blew her Lynda loved to
sample the local flesh, both hard and throbbing as well as soft wet and hot. She just had
to satisfy voracious sexual appetite!
Matrimony beckoned on Lynda when a couple she played and did business with
regularly introduced her to an American business man. Lynda had initially thought nothing
would come of the match as Andrew was a 60 year old workaholic businessman and widower.
But as she got to know him better she realized he was indeed the perfect match for her
lifestyle.
As their relationship blossomed mostly through phone calls and connecting during
short business trips to Paris, or abroad, Andrew made it known to her that he needed a
smart, very beautiful woman to help him entertain and flaunt his wealth. He needed a
trophy wife; on her own part Lynda had one condition, she would continue to run her own
business. They popped champagne later that night and set the date for a spring wedding;
and so Lynda Fox at 25, found a husband who kept her in a lifestyle she had become quite
accustomed to, and even broadened her reach as far as her desire to sample exotic sexual
flavors are concerned.
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It worked perfectly for Andrew, his new wife was an attractive, articulate
twenty-five year old, with a great figure and a bit of class, all of which flaunted at
corporate events. He was earning big money at the time, and he was very free with it. He
never complained about what she spent on clothes and those essential items that women
needed to buy, and Lynda loved spending other people’s money. He kept his wife comfortable
with his nice apartment, home in suburbia and classy sports cars and other trappings,
except the one thing she craved most, sex.
Lynda also quickly discovered that not only was Andrew an ambitious and ruthless
husband whom she realized cared for no one but himself, but he was also a jealous husband.
He changed after their first year together. Although they still enjoyed the luxury
lifestyle together: the business trips, the parties, the corporate events, sex had become
a rarity, and what there was of it had become more of a chore to Andrew rather than a
pleasure.
Lynda tried to take the edge off her frustrations at first by launching herself
head long into her work, but sex was as essential as the air that she breathed. The men
(and even the women) at the parties didn’t make things any easier, they liked to chat her
up and flirt. She was usually the youngest and most attractive woman there, and of course,
since Andrew was often locked up in shop talk with his associates and ignored her most
evening, Lynda would encourage and play up to them especially after a few glasses of wine.
***
Lynda’s first act of infidelity occurred right under the nose of her jealous grumpy
old man. It was at a party, and as she had done many times before, she sneaked out for a
quiet cigarette. To her amazement someone else had the same idea.
When he got closer she realized it was the same good looking Italian man who had
winked and flirted with her using only his sexy dark eyes all evening. She had also
admired him earlier on at the party too, so as they stood there dragging on their
cigarettes, Lynda started a conversation.
He looked anxiously over his shoulder towards the party, he seemed anxious and
eager to get back to his wife, but she wanted him to stay. She had teased with her eyes
earlier and she was feeling so horny at that point she didn’t want to end up with his
business card and phone number. No, she wanted him right there and then.
Teasing him with her sexy stocking tops, she made it clear that she wasn't wearing
any panties. She placed her three inch heel up on a railing and her sexy silken stocking
clad thigh slipped through the long split in her evening dress. She swept the dress a
little higher and gave him a glimpse of her bare pubis.
She could see his cock rising as he was turned on; soon he was confessing to having
erotic fantasies about her since he first saw her at a corporate even three weeks earlier.
He even told her he thought about her even when he was fucking his wife. That got Lynda’s
cunt abuzz with desire, she so horny that slipped her gloved finger into her pussy,
watching him loving it and begging her with his eyes to add a second finger into her wet
cunt.
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