One of your university classes is taught by a professor you've got a thing for. Intelligent, eloquent, and with a wry wit, he's handsome and in good shape for his age. He's twice the man that your male peers are - most of them have a mental age in the low teens, and if not, then the physique of a chihuahua.

You can tell lots of the other women in your class are into him too, the way they stare at him, hang on his words, try to catch his eye, repeatedly visit him in his office hours. He doesn't seem to react to them, though, and this is the one thing that casts a bit of doubt on him for you. What real man doesn't take the prime pussy that's available to him? Is he gay, or a dogmatist for the rules, or does he somehow lack confidence? Could he perhaps not have much of a sex drive?

An answer of sorts comes one day. You are out running one day, keeping your fine ass in shape, and while passing a house you see him leaving it arm in arm with a woman...a wife...his wife.

She's probably 20 years older than you, but she's still pretty hot. She's tall, dresses beautifully, has lush hair, gorgeous lips, just the right amount of curves, and an apparent grace, too. "Damn!" you think.

But as you run, you start thinking. This is a challenge. Can you prise him from her? She may be a demi-goddess, the prize of her generation, but you are younger, and your seductive powers are growing. You believe in yourself, believe in your womanhood, though it has never been tested to a degree anything like this. You are the goddess of your generation, ready to take the mantle from her. You can be more attractive, but also sluttier, offer him more, do things for him his wife wouldn't. You can make him cheat...can't you?