I had been primping and planning all day for the evening that lay ahead of me. You see, this was to be my first real date since marrying my husband several years ago. One of the men at my office had been coming on to me for quite awhile, always commenting on my legs or my hair, or telling me how great I looked in a certain outfit and how he’d like to see if I looked as good out of it. I would usually tell my husband about that day’s advances and we’d both get a good chuckle. But then one day he surprised me by telling me maybe I should call the guy’s bluff, and say yes, thinking he was all talk, and that he would back off. “What if he doesn’t back off, What then?” I asked. He nearly floored me by saying, “Well, then, maybe you’ll just have to give him what he wants!” Flabbergasted, I said “Frank, he wants to fuck me!”. “I know, maybe you should let him” was his response. Now, we had joked around about this kind of thing in the past, but I never considered it seriously....until now. After some more, we agreed to just let things take their course and see how they played out.

Well sure enough the next day, Gary was right back at it, telling me what a great body I had and how he’d like to get me alone somewhere. I thought, “here goes nothing” and replied coyly “You couldn’t handle it”. Shocked, he countered “Wanna bet?” Following him into his office and closing the door, I told him to put his money where his mouth was and drop his pants, expecting him to stammer out some kind of apology and retreat. Boy was I surprised when he started to loosen his belt and unzip his fly. Looking at me for a signal to stop (and getting none) he proceeded to let his pants fall to the floor followed by his briefs. “Well”, I thought to myself, “You got yourself into this, now what?” I moved forward and touched his cock and balls, caressing them with both hands, reveling in the differences from my husband’s as I looked into his eyes wondering how much farther I should take this. I felt his hands on my ass, raising my skirt and slip until I could feel them on my bare skin above my stockings. I felt his fingers slip between my legs and search out my lips. Growing weak in the knees I crouched down in front of him and kisses and licked the length of his shaft while fondling his balls. Finally I decided to let myself go and took his cock between my lips, stroking it with my teeth and swirling my tongue along it’s underside feeling every vein as he got harder by the second. Suddenly I withdrew and stood up and told him to kiss me; as he leaned towards me, I said “not there, down here” as I lifted the front of my skirt and pulled my brief wisp of a thong aside to show him my pussy leaning back against his desk. He bent down and I moaned as he lips explored my folds and his tongue found my clit. He stood and pointed his cock at me lewdly, moving into position. I let him just touch the head of it to me and then stopped him. I thought he was going to cry as I told him he would have to wait for the rest until tomorrow night. I pulled my panties off and handed them to him, telling him where and when to meet me, then walked out of his office leaving him standing there with his tongue (and cock) hanging out.

Rushing home after work, I told my husband what had happened and I thought he would come in his pants as I related the details. He picked me up and carried me to bed, going at me like it was our wedding night, plunging his cock into me in one stroke, driving into me again and again until we both exploded. “Damn” I said “leave some for the next guy” and I swear, I felt him come again.

So, now here I was getting ready to go out and get laid, while my husband waited in the den I carefully drew a pair of black seamed stockings up my legs and fastened them to the garter straps hanging from the black embroidered bustier Frank had given me on my last birthday, it’s half bra cups lifting my breasts upward, leaving my nipples exposed.. I slipped into a black coat dress leaving several of the lower buttons undone so that my legs could be seen as I walked. I put the finishing touches on my hair and make-up, stepped into a pair of five inch heels and then stood in front of my full length mirror admiring my handiwork. Damn, I looked good; if I had a cock I’d have fucked myself! I decided to see what my husband thought of my outfit and strolled into the den. His jaw dropped as I entered, his huge erection poking out through his robe, as he stroked it I decided to play with fire and said to him “if that’s for me, it’ll have to wait, I have another one waiting for me tonight, and I want to be good and tight for him!” “No problem”, he said “ it’ll be here when you get back...it may be rubbed raw, but it’ll be here!.” He stood up and started to kiss me goodnight, but I stopped him saying I didn’t want to ruin my lipstick. He snaked his hand through my open dress and to my naked pussy. “I think you forgot your panties”. “No I didn’t, I just figured they’d be in the way!” “Oh, really”, he said, “wait just a minute”, and he disappeared, returning with a bottle of my best perfume, spritzing my pubic hair. “Give him my best!” “Don’t worry, I’ll give him whatever he wants!”, and left giving his cock one last squeeze.

Not used to heels quite this high, driving was a challenge, but the anticipation of what was about to happen kept me focused despite my throbbing pussy. I strolled into the hotel lobby bar loving the sound I made as my spike heels clicked along on the marble floor. Waiting impatiently for me, my date greeted me with a long wet kiss. After a few drinks stiffen my resolve I whispered in his ear “let’s go upstairs, I need your cock inside me now! Before I change my mind”. Believe me he didn’t need to hear that twice!, and in no time we were in the room I had booked earlier. I walked across the room, turned to him, unbuttoned the few remaining buttons on my dress, and dropped it to the floor, revealing my breasts and cunt so boldly displayed by the lingerie. Walking towards him while caressing my breasts, I stopped just long enough to undress him, rubbing his cock with my nose as I pulled his briefs down with my teeth. I placed his hands on my breasts and reached down to hold and fondle his balls.

Pulling away, I moved to the bed. Laying on my back, I drew my legs up and out, exposing my cunt to him as I plunged a finger inside myself, then bringing it to my mouth to taste my juices. Reinserting my finger below and then offering it to him, he gladly tasted me as he sucked my finger. Saying he wanted more than a taste, he moved between my legs and began to lick me and nibble on my clit, swirling his tongue around my opening. He moved his body so that I could get to his cock and I began to lick and suck on it as if it were some kind of candy bar. After what seemed like an hour, I felt him tense up and I had to squeeze him off to keep him from coming. Again spreading my legs as wide as I could, pointing my high heels at the ceiling, I looked at him and simply said “Fuck Me!” He pointed his shaft at my cunt and this time when he made contact I had no intentions of stopping him. Slowly he worked his way into me, stretching my walls as he went, inching his way in until finally I felt our bellies meet. I thought I could feel his cock in my throat he was in so deep. He remained still inside me as I worked my cunt muscles on him, then he slowly withdrew, leaving me empty. He began a slow rhythmic pattern, in and out, fucking me with an ever increasing pace until he was pounding me so that his balls slapped my ass with every stroke as I began to come I closed my outstretched legs around him and pulled him all the way into me one last time as he flooded my cunt with his semen. Once again we lay absolutely still as we both trembled in the aftershocks of orgasm, his cock deeply imbedded in side me.

Pulling out he rolled onto his back and we talked briefly as I explained to him that my husband knew about this but that it would likely not happen again. He said he understood there could be nothing serious between us, but hoped an occasional encounter could be arranged. I said it was probably out of the question, but that this night wasn’t over yet and proceeded to climb over him and straddle his body dangling my breasts in front of him. He reached up and played with them as I stroked his cock trying to revive it. As it came back to life I positioned it and sank down onto that fleshy pole taking it deep into my cunt once again. Using my high heels as a sort of launching pad I raised and lowered my self on him, in effect fucking myself with his cock while he lay back smiling. I leaned forward and lay full length on top of him as I came again.

After I recovered, I got out of bed, picked up my dress and while putting it on I told him he was welcome to stay in the room for the night but that I had to get home and fill my husband in on the details. I told him I would see him at the office Monday, and tell him what my husband said about repeating our activities.