[M4F] Slutty teasing homewrecker shows me why she's better

I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+

I'm looking for a long term, literate, yet flexible partner to write this switchy story of a bratty teasing college homewrecker coming in and showing me just how much I'm missing out on. I envision this enthusiastic homewrecking brat to be quite wily, knowing exactly how she turns me on and what exactly to do to get me to succumb. That doesn't mean she won't turn submissive when I finally break, perhaps it's what she wanted all along, but that is entirely up to you!

As for my character, he's soft spoken, polite yet stern, and often always wants to do the right thing. He's found himself the perfect life, but with somewhat of a midlife crisis setting in, he's starting to feel that he's missed out on some of the "fun" of youth.

Let's chat details and plot beats before hopping into rp! I've included a starter below. There are many things left open that I hope you can fill in.

When you message me, please include either a description or ref of this seductress. Bonus if you are willing to also write the part of the wife along with me.

Kinks: Onomatopoeia (Schlick Schlick gawk gawk), ddlg, Titjobs, sloppy oral (giving and receiving), cumplay, garter belts and lingerie with stockings, facedownassup, rough sex, brat breaking, teasing, footjobs and footplay, cum on stockings/face/tits/ass/everywhere, anal, dirty talk, cumplay, outfits, porn plots.

Limits: Scat, gore, vore, death. Underage. Anything that doesn't fit into grounded reality (porn plots are okay)

Prompt starts here

It's as if I had achieved perfect life, having moved to a well populated suburb, funded by my steady corporate job, with an ideal, pretty wife that I met in college. The kids love the house, the wife loves the peace and quiet, while still enjoying the nearby downtown liveliness.

Life is good. Idyllic, easy, serene. If only that were the case...

I pull up on the driveway and look over to my wife, my eyes asking if tonight would be night we finally break our near 6 month dry spell.

"Not tonight." She says plainly, an almost annoyed look on her face. We hadn't had sex in about 6 months at this point, and the look on her face tells me I just ruined an otherwise perfect night. It would probably be another 6 months before the next 'fuck me' look from her.

"Okay." I keep my tone polite, knowing even the slightest hint of annoyance from me would lead to an argument the kids would ask about next morning. I lean over and plant a peck on her cheek, only to be met with an exasperated sigh.

"You know she’s a slut, right?!" She bursts out, anger in her eyes as she refers to you. "Trust me, I know these college sorority types...didn't you meet me at one of the co-ed parties?" her words ring through the car. I count my blessings that we aren't now having this argument in the house.

"Well, we both agreed on her, besides, no-one else is that good with the kids." I counter.

My wife takes a moment, her eyes are full of anger. "Look, I've seen the way she looks at you whenever we come home. I know she's up to something." She glares at me and issues her ultimatum.

"Just tell her to stop dressing so promiscuously around us. This isn't the first time you've had to do that right? This is her workplace. That's final." She states in a very HR-like tone as the door on her side now opens and she steps out.

"Next time we're at brunch with Kylie, ask her about all of the rich guys she's fucked while we were sorority girls. I'm going to tuck the kids in, I want her out of the house when I'm finished. We can talk about her future employment tomorrow..."

The car door slams shut and I watch my wife strut off angrily to the front door. She'd probably put up the fakest face when she sees you, asking nicely about how the kids were, if they ate all of their veggies or finished all of their homework.

I take the time now to compose myself and to run through my head all of the events that might have caused the bedroom to be so dead. There was the baby...the old apartment...another baby...closing on this house...the entire move...the kids settling in at school. I could count on my fingers the number of times a night ended with a limp handjob, and if I were lucky, one or two swirls of tongue around my tip.

I then think about what exactly my wife meant when she said you were promiscuous. We'd only hired you for maybe half a year. Then I remember...

It was probably the first week after we'd hired you. I had come home early from work, happy that I would have some alone time unwind with a game or a longer workout in the garage. I made my way to the living room, expecting a calm and quiet space, already loosening my tie and unbuttoning my shirt, only to see you stretched out on a yoga mat, legs spread in a perfect forward split, my eyes were immediately drawn to how much more perky your ass is compared to my wife's. How much more lithe your body looked and how the way you tied your hair up made me imagine you looking up at me… When you turned around and noticed me, I quickly looked away, but I wasn't sure if you had caught me looking or not, or if you spotted the full mast poking on my pants.

Of course, as any decent husband should, I told you that you were free to leave, as I can assume the rest of your responsibilities for the evening. You agreed, but I swear I felt a hint of defiance in your voice, even though your eyes told me you were happy to have a half day off.

Then, it all began to escalate. Small things, at first, but almost always in the same vein. I would come home earlier than expected, greeting you and moving to dismiss your services. Sometimes, you'd agree immediately, but I think I see your eyes telling me no. Other times, you'd outright disagree and plead to complete some extra cleaning or prepare dinner, yet I see in your eyes that you are happy to be here when I am around. I couldn't make heads or tails of it, but when you started coming in the mornings with nothing but a crop top and mini shorts, I began to wonder if you were putting on a show for me...

I shake myself from those thoughts you have a wife, kids, the perfect life! I tell myself. Yet, the primal instinctual side of me has needs too. I look down and can see the bulge in my pants already at peak.

I take a deep breath. I need to end this, for the sake of my own life. It didn't matter what my body craved, only what is rationally good for me as a person. I steel myself and exit the car.

As I enter through the front door, I am met with an empty foyer, neat and tidy with shoes lined up and coats hung. I can tell you've been through here, as normally either mine or my wife's coats would be thrown over a chair. I can hear water running upstairs, I guess my wife decided that she'd run a bath in addition to tucking in the children. I can't blame her, I'd be stressed too.

I make my way to the living room, not sure what to expect, though there is a desperation creeping in, a clash of wants and needs that slowly built up over the course of time. Part of me wants to see you still stretched out on that yoga mat, while part of me wants to right things now and secure the perfect life I'd worked so hard to build for myself. Do I give in to my unfulfilled desires and face the emotional consequences, or do I dismiss my desires for what I know to be a perfect future?

One decision would change my life forever, yet for some reason, I feel the decision has already been made for me, especially when I turn the corner to see you...