Adultery

I am a 34 year old professional lady who has been happily married for 12 years. Until what you are about to read happened, I had never been unfaithful to my husband. We have a great life together, both with really good, well paid jobs and a really nice home.

George, my husband, keeps telling me I have a terrific body and a beautiful face to go with it. When I look in the mirror I think he and I are looking at two different people. Ok, I am not old and wrinkled (yet) but still the same… The old body “ain’t what she used to be” but as I have had no children, I think have a reasonable figure. My titties are not sagging too much yet but my nipples are, and always have been, way too big (long) for my liking. Sometimes, when they get really hard, they are almost an inch long. It is really embarrassing. All the girls used to tease me in the showers when I used to play netball. Now days I have to be careful what I wear when I am going out, I mean, although I would love to, I cannot go bra less. I can be so embarrassing when they decide it is too cold or for whatever reason they decide to stand up. They are not “headlights”, they are more like driving lights! I suppose if I ever have kids…

George is pretty high up in an Australia wide company and often he has to leave home while he travels the countryside. Usually not long, just 2 or 3 nights and only a few times a year. These times I am left at home alone. I have been with him once but hanging around motels while he is off working was just a bore. All that as it may be, on this particular occasion he was to be away about 10 days. He caught a plane on Sunday night and would not be home until the following Tuesday or Wednesday. This was good in its way because my work was hosting a national conference which involved a three day seminar on the Wednesday thru Friday with a bit of a social gathering of the participants on the Friday evening. Guess who had the pain of planning and looking after the organisation of and the MC duties of this gathering? I guess it kept me away from the inevitable boring stuff. On the Friday afternoon, one of the keynote speakers, a man named Tom, was due to give the closing address to the assembly.

I had met Tom on the Wednesday and I just about swooned when I first saw him. My heart started beating something silly and my chest felt filled with adrenaline. I felt sort of sick inside and stupid on the outside. I just did not believe my body could do this over a stranger – at 17 maybe, but not now. I put this silliness into the background and continued my work. On the Thursday I saw him again and he asked if I might accompany him on the Friday night to the after work gathering. Instantly I felt my nipples starting to strain against my bra. I felt embarrassed but I don’t think he saw either. In my fluster at the sight of him and this unusual invitation, I muttered something about too much work. See me later. Later came on the Friday, just before his speech where he asked me again. I told him possibly, ask me after you are finished speaking. Arrangements are open and I will know what my work commitments would be by that time.

Tom spoke to the crowd in a manner that kept us all listening intently. Sort of like some really good orators capture people with their tone, their manners and their command of language and delivery. People were mesmerised. Let me tell you, he had my attention too. His command of that audience (and me) stood well above the 5 foot 8 odd inches he stood tall. All through his speech, my nipples were so hard that they began to hurt. I had to put up with this as a woman cannot just scratch her titties like men seem to be able to do with their private parts and not seem to care who may be witnessing this crude action. We ladies have some decorum.

It wasn’t until late in the evening I got the chance to have a quiet conversation with Tom. My heart kept doing silly things and the funny feelings Tom made me feel were more than I was able to cope with. There was a three seater bench just off to one side of the stage and just flopped down on it, breathed a huge sigh and thanked the heavens that these three long hard days and 16 plus hours minimum each – was over. Tom sat down beside me. I was exhausted. Other than that, it would have been perfect except for the tiredness and the stupidity in my chest and the disgusting unfaithful things that were racing through my mind.

I told Tom that I was really, really sorry that I could stay no longer. He smiled and said he understood. He asked me if a very quiet dinner in an exclusive restaurant tomorrow night might be better for me. I said I was married to which he replied, so am I. He asked if my husband would like to come the three of us have a meal OR did I have something else in mind? I told him George was away so that was not an issue. As for anything else, as I said, I was happily married. As I was telling Tom I was about to leave, one of his hand found and rested gently on my knee. The warmth of his touch sent a pulse straight to my pussy. I sort of muttered that I would like to join him for dinner. He smiled a smile that would melt the heart of a jihad terrorist, said thank you and he escorted me to my car. A few meters from my car I pushed the little button and the light flashed and two little beeps of the horn sounded. I opened the door and threw my handbag onto the passenger seat.

I turned to say thank you and goodnight and as I turned, his right arm had found my hips and it wrapped itself around me as I turned. His left arm moved under mine and I felt it on the back of my head. He drew me to him and guided my head towards his, our lips met, slowly, tentatively, so gently at first and then with eagerness as he felt no resistance from me, building up to such a passion that my head started spinning. My god, I am married. What is happening here? As fast as these thoughts entered my head, the heat of the passionate kisses drove them away. We kissed more and more and out tongues tangled with a passion I had not felt for oh such a long time. My pussy was feeling wetter than my mouth. My nipples were hard and desperate to be caressed and wetted by a loving mouth. I felt the strength of his body and as my legs moved and swayed with his, I brushed against the growing hardness in his trousers. I am sure he noticed because Tom backed away. He told me to go home and get some sleep. He said he would pick me up at 8:00 on Saturday night. I drove home slowly and carefully as I could. My panties were so wet, my heart was racing and my mind processing a thousand thoughts - some good - some bad. Some stupid and whoreish, some of my fantasies and guilt about what I had just done, how much I liked it and what I was going to do about it. And then there was my marriage.

I was so tired when I arrived home that I just stripped my clothes off and went to bed. As soon as I hit the sheets, my right hand went straight to my pussy and the other to one to my left boobie. I leant my head forward, and sucked the nipple straight into my mouth and sucked harder than a milk starved baby. As I kissed and sucked that nipple, for a change I was glad it was so long. The fingers on my other hand were playing a tune with my clit and brought me to an orgasm that was fuelled by the wanton thoughts of whore, thoughts of betrayal cast aside with just lust and greed for the body of the man I had so passionately kissed tonight and would kiss tomorrow night. I was telling myself, “I want to fuck this man – I want to fuck this man” as the throws of my orgasm rippled through my body. I fell asleep sated. When I awoke, my right hand was still on my pussy. I wondered what the hell I was doing.

Saturday dragged on until at about 5 o’clock, I decided that I would go ahead with going out with Tom. I jumped in the shower and started to wash. All the time my mind was on Tom, our kiss last night, how I felt right now and what was going to happen tonight. I wet and used shampoo on my hair. As I started washing my body, naturally by boobs needed cleaning but as soon as my wet soapy hands brushed over my nipples they started getting hard and the inside of my pussy started getting wet – without the help of the shower. I betrayed the wantonness of my pussy and played with my hardened nipples as long as I could before I could hold out no longer.

My hands, both of them, went to my pussy and there they began the play the tune my pussy loves so much. My fingers found the folds of my pussy lips and when flushed with blood, beckoned my fingers upward to my clit. My vagina desperate for its own desires, as if by magic, coaxed the fingers of my other hand to my vagina and then to plunge a finger deep inside my wetness – inside me then out, in and out – now two fingers, fucking my pussy like a small cock. My other hand was sliding fingers up, down and around my clit as it came to life with raw intensity and expanded more and more as each stroke promised the ecstasy it longed for. It grew so more of it could meet my fingers and partake of the elixir of pleasure. With the thought of Tom doing this to me, my head was spinning. My fingers and hands became the instruments of an absent lover. Unable to contain the building orgasm, my knees buckled under me and I sank to the floor of the shower with both hands still pumping at my clit and my pussy. My body began to tremble, slowly at first but then the approaching orgasm caused me to shake all over. I was unable to control myself as the orgasm took over and almost rattled my bones as wave after wave of pleasure erupted through my body. My clit had called for attention but now screamed for my fingers to stop. When my hands and fingers did stop, my entire body jerked violently three, four and more times as the waves of orgasm ebbed away. My whole body relaxed and I slid into an exhausted heap on the shower floor. Through the haze of returning sensibility, I realised that I had only kissed Tom and I was now recovering from my second orgasm over this man.

I guess that shower lasted about 20 minutes instead of my usual three or four. I got out and dried off, ran the blow drier across my hair until it was dry and presentable and once again, checked out the clothes I had selected to wear that evening.

A cute little “hot pink” G string, satin with pretty lace trim was first. A leg each side of the little triangle and it was soon in place. My pussy was barely covered as I pulled the little strap toward my bottom and into the space between my bun cheeks. I pulled it snugly into place. Next was a pair of skin coloured elastic top stockings that held themselves in place. No pesky panty hose or garter belt. As I slid the first onto my left leg, I felt the silkiness of the smooth hairless skin on my leg. I hate waxing but I love the results. Equally, the right leg passed my own severe inspection as well. I had to be extremely careful as each time my hands touched some other part of my body, my mind sent signals of desire to my pussy. It was so distracting!

My favourite little shoestring strap black dress with a zip at the back was next. My boobies were capable of holding this dress in place without the straps but it made me a little less self-conscious of my nipples as it had a little padding in the breast area and it helped conceal them. The terrible thought of a baby suckling on my milk laden nipples - how big would they be then! I shuddered. On went a little make-up and I was dressed.

It was 7:50 and I was ready. Tom arrived exactly at 8.

When Dave knocked on my door, I began to tremble. As I opened the door, he gently pushed passed me and closed the door. He said that he didn’t want the neighbours to see. Before I could say “See what?” his lips were on mine. I eagerly began kissing him then I felt his hand under my dress and on my little triangle of panties. His fingers found a groove and began rubbing my pussy through my panties. All I could do was to hold him tighter and kiss his lips as passionately yet tenderly as possible. He drew his lips away from mine and commented about me being “so wet” – already. Like a schoolgirl on a first date I felt myself blush with embarrassment. Thank god my nipples were restrained.

Dave pulled away from me and said “you look beautiful, so stunning in that dress, I love it. And you smell so nice!” He is a charmer and I loved it or he is just saying words to make feel good. Whichever, it just kept turning me on to him. I desperately wanted his cock inside me, desperately. Come on, he said, there is a taxi waiting.

Dave had somehow found a nice quiet but exclusive restaurant not far from where I lived. Once inside, we were ushered to a small booth with a single, semi-circular couch like seat near the back of the restaurant. The area was seductively lit and just a little away from the mainstream eating area. It was a decidedly cosy spot where we could not easily be seen by the other patrons. There were candles on the table and a single long stemmed rose in a vase right in front of me. Really sexy! All these little things were adding up in my mind to what a nice person he was. I could not help but to keep thinking that I want this meal to be over ASAP so I could fuck this man. My pussy was soaking wet.

Dave ordered some French Champaign and we engaged in some “small talk”, mainly about the show yesterday and his presentation while we waited for our meal after placing our order.

After the entrée dishes were taken away, Dave moved up very close to me and put his hand on my leg. Like a smitten teenager turned to him and I looked through love sick eyes as his hand moved to my soaking panties. I was reaching for his cock when he again said how wet I was. I felt his cock through his pants and as I was holding it, I could feel it starting to grow. His next words shocked me… he said to take off my panties, right here at the table, if you are brave enough, or go to the ladies if you must, because I want you to tuck them into your pussy so all that will be left outside your pussy lips, to be seen or felt, will be the little straps that hold your panties in place. He said he wants them absolutely saturated with my juices so that when HE withdrew them from my pussy later tonight, he could save them and take them home with him and remember my aroma as long as possible! I could not help but think that Dave knew exactly how to say the words that make a woman feel beautiful and sexy and want to give your self to him – apart from the panties thing…

After a few seconds thought, I figured what the hell. So I started to wiggle my bum around and remove the panties right there and then. As I was wiggling around and shifting from side to side trying to discretely remove my panties, a waiter appeared with our main course. OMG!

Is madam comfortable? It there anything wrong with your seat or is there anything else I can do for you? A cushion perhaps?

All that “madam” wanted is for the massive heating in my face and the waiter to go away. How embarrassing this has turned out to be. My dinner in front of me, a waiter looking at me very strangely, my panties at my knees and Dave just sitting across from me trying to suppress his obvious amusement. “Thank you waiter, I am fine” I said. As he walked away, Dave started laughing and then I too saw the funny side of it and burst out laughing too. Dave reached between my legs and found where my panties were. As his hand moved up to and gently stroked my pussy, he said to leave them exactly where that are and let’s eat our meal. You can finish the job after we have eaten.

Well, there I sat, panties around my knees, eating my dinner. I lifted the napkin on my knees and there they were. What am I doing? I was so taken in by this man, happily controlled you might say, so there I sat. Dave brought a hand to my legs with almost every second bite he took of his meal. The seat, and my legs and bum were getting wetter by the minute. I felt embarrassed but so excited and the longer I sat there, the wetter I got. My nipples were screaming to be set free. I could feel how hard they were and how they were pushing against the padding in my bra. Thank god for the padding.

I finished my meal, lifted the napkin and wiped my hands and mouth. I slid my panties off my legs and rolled the fabric part of them into a sort of a roll. I used them to soak up some of my juices on my legs and my bum as well as the seat to perhaps use the moisture as lubrication to them to help push them into my vagina. I had never done anything like this before, not at home for whatever reason or anywhere.

The “wetness” absorbed by my panties helped a little but it was not easy. I wiggled and pushed and eventually prodded them inside my pussy. Being wet did help a little but as I was pushing them inside me, of course my fingers lost control of them from time to time and I felt like I was masturbating – my fingers slipping in and out of my pussy and rubbing against my inner thighs, my pussy lips and my clit. By the time there was just 4 or 5 cm of elastic strap just lying there on the seat and the rest of the panties inside my pussy, I had almost cum. All this time Dave was watching me, a huge smile on his face as I was squirming around doing what HE wanted. His hand went to my pussy again and felt the little straps hanging out of my pussy lips. He began rubbing my clit and lips and I sort of went into a trance, lost in the pleasure of his touch. Then suddenly, he jerked sharply on the straps, not enough to pull the panties out of my pussy but they jumped inside my pussy. I snapped back to reality with a little yelp only to see the bloody waiter standing at the table once again. “Madam” he said with a strange look on his face as he placed my sweets in front of me. Dave laughed, I blushed and the waiter tossed back his head and walked away, thinking who knows what. We both laughed like crazy.

Now all this time the evening had been centred on our meal and some small talk and with the physical antics Dave had got me up to and what he had me doing. I later realised that it was at about this time that he really started on the erotic side of his seduction of me – not that I needed to be seduced. That happened in the car park last night. We had spoken a little about sex but then Dave asked which position I liked best. I told him doggie style. He said he loved it that way too and he asked me why I liked it like that. So here I was, telling a man how and why I liked to be fucked doggie, knowing that pretty soon he would be, hopefully, fucking me the way I loved.

I explained that for me to be there for my man, my bum up in the air made me feel like a sex object, waiting to be taken. I know being a “sex object” is not really nice but this was just my fantasy. Here I would be in effect, “helpless” to whatever may happen. To be treated first with the ministration of a mouth and tongue on my pussy, a tongue teasing the opening of my vagina, sucking up my juices and mouth lips sucking on pussy lips and my clit, filled me with a “sex orgy” sort of lust. The thought that any moment, a cock is going to thrust deeply into my pussy is like adrenaline, sharpening my expectation and senses. Then, with that cock fucking me, I would feel my lovers balls slapping against my clit as he fucks me harder and harder until I cum. I gave Dave another sheepish smile but the tender loving smile he returned to me. He told me I was a truly beautiful woman. I thought to myself, I have just told him how to fuck me and I hope he was listening.

I asked Dave what he liked best. He didn’t go much into detail but he said he loved doggie too. He said loved to have his cock sucked and even more so if his lady liked the taste of cum. He nearly floored me when he said that he loved to passionately French kiss his lady after she had swallowed his cum. What was even better he said, was if she “saved” a little in her mouth and gave it back to him when they kissed. He thought that a beautiful way to say thanks to her for drinking his cum! I was thinking, with all this talk and my lust rising like the devil from hell, my panties must have been holding a huge stream of juice. He told me he loved his woman to sit on him, on his face and on his dick. With a woman sitting on my dick he said, it seems to go in deeper than any other way. There is also one other thing I like but I will save that until later, he said.

With the bill paid, we left for Dave’s hotel room. As we walked from the restaurant, it suddenly occurred to me that the straps on my panties were hanging down out of my pussy and I hoped that no one noticed them… but then I thought why should I care? This is so much fun.

It was just a short distance to Dave’s room so we walked. Dave reached between my legs and caught hold of the panty straps dangling out of my pussy. He led me down the street, gently pulling me along by the pussy. I felt so fucking hot and erotic that I was shaking in the expectations and thoughts of what was about to happen in the next few minutes.

On arriving at Dave’s room, he closed and locked the door behind him and turned to me and said that he never ever wanted to make love to a woman as much as he did right now. He took me in his arms and embraced me and our lips locked together in an embrace of their own. Our tongues played in each other’s mouths as our temperature rose. Both my hands went to his cock and I felt its growing hardness through his trousers. I undid his belt and dropped the zipper as fast as I could. Pushing his underwear aside, I finally got hold of his cock. I felt how warm it was and I felt it grow hot and hard in my hands. It felt different to my husband’s cock. It was definitely fatter and maybe a little longer and I realises it was circumcised. I reached a little lower and took his balls in my hand. With his cock in one hand and his balls in the other and my mouth on his mouth, I thought to myself, this cock, these balls and what is in them are very, very soon going to be mine. In my mouth and in my cunt, filling both with its heat and hardness until, in the end, whichever way it happens, I am going to get a pussy or a mouth full of cum juice from these magnificent balls before the night is through. Maybe I both!

His own hands had found my pussy and he was rubbing my clit so beautifully. This kiss lasted some time before he led me to his bed. My expectations were at fever pitch as I realised that is was now. Now he was going to fuck me – finally, and I too was going to fuck this man like I never fucked anyone before...

For a moment, I thought of my husband but with such sinful lust coursing through my body, it was only for a moment.