Seductive Gypsy

Hello Darling. I’m an alter ego named Phyllis. When the black widow comes out to play, there is no Gypsy. She is tucked away for my personal pleasure. Sit back and enjoy my erotic journey into making sure married men enjoy cheating as much as I do. 

I’ve waited long enough for that man to come to his senses. William and his wife Jillian might seem like the perfect couple, but when you see the cracks, you realize how deep the problems are. When foundations are unrepairable, that’s where I come in.

Years ago I met William’s father after he was widowed. We became an item quickly, but truth be told, what I was really after was the young buck. His father had the money, but William would be the perfect victim for my cheating crimes. Plus his wife loved to spend more time away from him than a loving spouse should. I gave it two years after the death before clenching my well manicure talons around William. He was always a sucker for my nails, so now, it was time to put them to good use.

I waited a house away and watched as Jillian loaded her car and drove away from that long circular drive. She would be off on one of her many adventures, and by the look of the luggage, at least a few days. My target stood in the doorway, shoulders slumped as the little woman left. A man like William shouldn’t be left alone. Well, not by a real woman he shouldn’t. I would be the woman that put a smile back on his face. Believe me, I have millions of reasons why. The old man was loaded and I knew that William would get it all. Hence, I would get it all as well.

Dressed in a sleek blue dress, white heels, and my hair perfectly done, I knew all of that would be ignored. There was one part of me that William couldn’t resist. My hundred dollar manicure and soft petal pink nails. He always admired them, which in turn pissed Jillian off. Oddly enough, whenever I waved those talons at him, he became mesmerized by them.

Knock knock

As the door opened my smile radiated a warmth that I knew William could feel deep in his balls. Without him saying a word, I leaned in for a hug, wrapping my arms tightly around his frame. What man could push a woman like me away?

“Darling boy, I am so sorry about your father. I know its been a little bit, but I am still saddened by his loss,” I cried.

William stiffened, looking around to make sure none of the neighbors were watching the embrace. Finally allowing his body to rest, he returned the hug, but his face still showed shock.

“Phyliss, it’s been a few years, but thank you. He’s missed by all that knew him,” he said in a cracked voice.

I laughed, watching his eyes as my hand moved to the nap of his neck, dragging those nails over the flesh. That’s when I knew this would be a piece of cake. Scraping my talons over his neck, his eyes glossed over in a dream like state. William has such a weakness for my nails.

“Sweet boy, take me in. I know Jillian isn’t home. She’s never home,” I snapped.

William stepped aside, his mind now in a trance like state. It was those nails that he could never get off his mind. As they walked to the couch, sitting, he struggled for words.

“She’s a good wife, but yes, she is always gone with her friends,” he sighed.

I couldn’t help but be amused by this. Why was he sighing, but more so because he didn’t seem concerned over her absence. I reached out taking his hand in mine, my thumb nail softly caressing the top of his hand. Moving quickly was not my goal. I needed to take him hook, line, and sinker into my boat.

I was determined to turn William into a cheating man.

“William, you know that I am the only woman for you. I could see that in your eyes the day we met. Jillian was never good enough for you,” I whispered.

My hands now tangling in his hair, scathing my nails on his scalp. His body tensing and he moaned out, shaking in approval.

“William, it’s time I take my rightful place. It’s time for Jillian to go, forever. I have arranged that,” I laughed.

He simply nodded, knowing that Phyllis was right. Jillian did need to go and she would take her place in his life and his bed. How could he ever be with his wife again after all of this.

It was time for the fatal act of fully killing his marriage. I slid a hand beneath my skirt, allowing the dew to drip from my pussy onto my fingers. One push between his lips of that powerful honey and the Black Widow had taken another loyal man into her cheating web.