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This story is in NO way associated with, affiliated to, or even a distant third cousin of THE REAL HOUSEWIVES (of any city). I do not want to get sued by BRAVO under any conditions. Incidentally, I like the HOUSEWIVES shows and the drama. Also, this is in no way related to my stalled "WALKING HOTTIES" series that will eventually continue, go check it out. Recently I have paused some of my wild, crazy, multiple female harem and sharing stories, but this idea exploded in my brain while taking a shower and listening to "GOD BLESS THE AMERICAN HOUSEWIFE" by SHEDAISY.

This story should post around CHRISTMAS 2024, so find and play BRAND NEW YEAR MY REVOLUTION by SHEDAISY. Then share it with a friend.

I doubt any of what you are about to read could happen, and even if it did, I'm not lucky enough to know where it's happening. I have respect for women and their choices, but my girlfriend insists that not all women are romantic and submissive. Some women want to be fucked, want to be taken, and a select few have found their voice and use it. I am going with that thought process here, tell me what you think. Any cliches or time worn situations are intentionally recycled to make this story fast, fun, humorous and erotic. Make sure you read that, cliches and ‘that couldn't possibly happen' moments will be in this story, just relax and let the fun happen. Please and thank you. I hope you enjoy it, thank you for reading.

Any people, places, names, products or events mentioned are done so without permission or endorsement, this is a work of fiction.

My name is Jeff, I am 23 years old, stand 6' with short black hair, light blue eyes, an athletic body, and at 23, I am already a millionaire. I sold an app in college, sold another one just before graduation, sold some unnamed software very recently, and have some very good investments. I have paid off my parents house, my sister's home and car, pay my accountant Natalie very well, and bought the house I am moving into here in a nice suburb of Tampa, Florida. I was staying in a fancy hotel and sitting in the spacious lobby when Stacy arrived with the paperwork to finalize everything. With any luck, I will have keys and can start moving in tomorrow. Since I'm single, I don't have the worry or drama of a girlfriend, fiancee or wife asking or telling me what to do and how to do it. In all truth, I have been single for a few months because my ex Patti was a complainer. She didn't care how much money I had, she was just never happy.

As Stacy crossed the lobby with a huge smile, I blinked. In her 30's, 5' 10" with long, dark black hair, vibrant blue eyes, an electric smile and super fit, Stacy is married, and very successful. She came highly recommended and not only found me a house but closed on it quickly, under the price they were asking. I was very happy with her as my broker, considered her a friend, but warning bells, sirens and alarms were going off as she got closer. Always dressed nicely, Stacy had seemed conservative in all our meetings, showings, and just anytime I saw her.

Today she was... well... half naked at least.

Stacy had on a VERY short blue miniskirt that barely covered what it needed to, paired with a thin, sheer white wraparound half-top that showed as much of her large chest as it failed to conceal. I was probably drooling, definitely staring, and despite the micro blouse being sheer, I wasn't sure she even had a bra on. Add in heels, a couple of bracelets, a small clutch wallet and her phone, I was mesmerized. Stacy hugged me, whispered "Breathe and let's talk." I gasped "Goddess" and still holding me Stacy whispered "Should we take this to your room?" I inhaled as she purred "You know, for privacy." Was I panting? It felt like I was panting. Stacy slid her hand into my pocket, pulled out my room keycard, then flirted "Shall we?"

I floated to the elevator and in it Stacy winked at me as she teased "Do you like my outfit?" I nodded and she smiled "I stood there naked for like an hour trying to find the right clothes." I panted "Naked" and Stacy smiled "Soon." I blinked. Did she just say soon? I was in a daze surrounded by a cloud of desire as Stacy carded us into my suite, winked at me again, set her clutch and the room key down, then asked "Are you okay with this? You're okay doing this knowing I'm married?" I nodded slowly then Stacy purred "Be careful stripping me, I have to

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