Cheating Husbands and Wives - 18 Hot Short Stories (9 page)

"With age comes experience." I said challengingly over the table. Her eyes met mine, and this time held them as my toe slipped down amongst the curly tangle and along the edge of her engorged outer lips. She gripped the edge of the table, and even in the dim light of the bar I could see her knuckles whitening as my toe slid between the soft folds of her pussy. She was slick with excitement. I could feel trails of wetness across the back of my big toe as I began to nudge it around her clitoris, exploring the topography of her pleasure. She bit her lip and nodded slightly, her arms stiffening as she grabbed the table tighter still.
Suddenly, I felt her orgasm. Her pussy spasming rhythmically under my toe. Electric jerks of pleasure as I gently kneaded her clit with the blunt end of my toes. Her head sagged forward, and her hair swung over her face as she came. Then her hand was softly pulling my foot away from her as the orgasm receded into spastic reflexes. It had taken under a minute. Slowly, and panting softly, she looked back up to me.
"I want you." she said, simply. There was no denying it now. Whatever the consequences, I wanted her too. I wanted her in ways I'd rarely wanted anyone else. Something animal, magnetic, was coursing between us. I could feel that all semblance of normal behaviour was now past us, and there was nothing we couldn't do with each other. I hurriedly replaced my shoe and sock.
"Come with me," she said, suddenly. She stood up with such careless speed that her half finished gin and tonic sloshed over the table. Her hand grabbed mine, and before I knew it she was pulling me over to the darkened corner when she'd gone to the toilet earlier. She swung the door open and pulled me in. I was almost ready to protest, but before I knew it she'd pulled me into a cubicle and was kissing me. Our tongues writhed around each other and I let me hand slide down her back... feeling her spine under my fingertips... down to the small of her back. I started to pull up her dress and she stood on tip toes to help the process. She took her hands from around my waist and began to fumble with my belt and buttons.
Those moments as you are undressed are among my favourite precursors to sex. Tonight, the feel of those buttons popping open under urgent fingers caused a splurge of clear fluid to leak out uncontrollably into my boxer shorts. She sat down on the toilet a look of sheer hunger in her clear blue eyes as she pulled out my cock. She licked her lips and looked up at me. I had never seen anything as wanton as this blue-eyed stranger sat skinnily on a toilet with my cock in her hand, next to her face.
"Be quick," she said. "I want to do lots of things with you." And then she plunged her mouth greedily onto my cock. Her left hand began to pump the base of my shaft and I could feel her prehensile tongue slide lasciviously under my foreskin, lapping up the fluids that were coursing from the tip. I inhaled sharply as her other hand grabbed my testicles, rotating the balls softly and lazily as she did so. There was no doubt now that this *was* going to be quick. I was starting to feel the first rumblings of orgasm running along my legs when her hand released my balls and slipped between my thighs. I felt a sharp fingernail between my buttocks... surely not...?
"I..." I began and then I felt her finger probing my arsehole, rubbing the puckered knot of flesh urgently. No one had *ever* done that to me. For a few heady seconds I surfed a mental wave of sheer filthiness as she fucked my arse with her finger and I fucked her face with my cock. And then, in a seismic, spastic second I was stood dumbly, my mouth hanging open as I unloaded all that pleasure in one sticky gob of ropey cum. I stood up on my toes as electric flashes of pleasure flashed behind my eyelids and my knees bucked uncontrollably. Wave after wave of sperm shot warmly into her mouth, and I could feel her tongue rolling it around the tip of my cock - sublime in its slickness. Then it was over, and I stood shivering. I leaned forward to steady myself against the wall of the cubicle over the cistern, the tip of my cock still sending weak pulses of seed into her mouth.
She pushed me back so I stood on my own two feet. I looked at her face. A smear of cum leered rudely at me from the corner of her mouth. She didn't open her mouth to speak, but leaned into me urgently. I returned the kiss, and was stunned to feel my own semen still in her mouth. She was pushing it into me with a hot tongue, feeding me my own sperm. I'd never tasted it before. Although it had a distant unpleasant saltiness that I suspected would normally make me gag, at this moment, with this girl, nothing had ever tasted so right. With incredulity I felt it sliding queasily down my gullet until there was nothing left but our tongues, suddenly much drier, wrapped around each other tenderly. She broke the kiss and we looked at each other.
In our passion, sperm had dribbled out of our mouths and was spreading as a stain on the white material between her small breasts. She looked down at it and then back up to me, biting her lower lip sexily.
"Whoops." she said finally, and broke into a smile again. An infinitely more knowing smile than those we'd exchanged earlier. Her hand slipped down between my legs again and she softly cupped my balls. We hugged.
"Is that all?" she finally whispered in my ear. The mere intimacy of a whisper in this vulnerable state was enough to send erotic shivers running down my spine.
"Not a fucking chance." I whispered back. She nodded, almost businesslike.
"We can't go back to mine," she said, finally.
"It's OK," I reassured her, "I've got a hotel room…"
"Your mates?" she asked - motioning at the door with her head as if they might come bursting through any minute.
"Different floor." I answered. Reaching into my pocket, I found the tiny scrap of silk that had passed for her underwear. I held them up next to my face.
"You still want these?" I asked. She giggled, a girlish giggle that intoxicated my senses again.
"What on earth for?" she asked. Then, pulling the thong from my hand and throwing it over her shoulder onto the floor of the toilet cubicle, she leant back in to kiss me. I glanced down at my mobile phone. Just gone 3 o'clock. Several hours till dawn.

I was married at 20, a big wedding with all the trimmings even though I was still studying for my degree in developmental biology. Steve, my husband, wanted me for my looks and innocence. I lived up to my name that day. I have always been ambivalent about being called Susan, but love it that it means princess.

I was a faithful loving wife even if I was somewhat bored in my marriage. I worked hard at university and supported my husband in the home. He was my first and only lover. He inherited wealth through a large property portfolio. He only has to go into his office to oversee his finances once every few weeks as he has a team to manage his day to day affairs. You would think that this would allow him to become a free spirit - but no, he is obsessive and likes to stay close to home and stick to a regular routine.

His money has given me freedom to choose and pursue my own ambitions. I recently completed a PhD in cellular genetics. I realized that I won’t be able to win a Nobel prize and that most research is very focused and often driven by others who provide the funds. I don’t like the idea of not being in control and I decided that I would use my skills in the pharmaceutical industry. I figured that I would opt for a marketing division - power in the pharma. industry lies in marketing and not science where I would be doing others’ bidding. As well as my science background I am very good with people and without sounding too proud am definitely good looking - an asset in this end of the business. My plan is to make my way up through the company, regardless of glass ceilings, to the very top. I want to be the first female CEO of an international pharmaceutical company. I guess that you would call me ambitious! I am also very focused and maybe a bit ruthless, though always fair with others. How I came to marry a drifter I don’t know!

I researched the major pharma companies and identified those with the best range of current drugs and most importantly a research pipeline that looked most likely to be full of potential winners. Having chosen my target I managed to get a position in their marketing team pretty quickly - they liked it that I had selected them as “the company most likely to lead the industry in the next decade or two”.

My first job was to work in the sales team for one of their new drugs - I was given a region where I was to make contact with the physicians to see if we could maximize our sales. I wasn’t surprised to find that I was given the region with the lowest sales nationally - but I suppose that is common practice and from my view point a real opportunity. Doing well in a region where sales were already good would not be nearly as impressive as turning the lowest sales region into the highest. Now that would really attract attention.

I set out on this job as I always do by planning carefully what I wanted to achieve and how I would get there. A scientific training helps in how to plan such a campaign. However, my tools would be far from the lab work I had been used to.

Hours on the computer and telephone gave me a real understanding of the personalities and problems that had prevented good sales figures. I needed to change the culture in this region so that they were open to change and “my” drug. I also took stock of how I should present myself. I have always been told that I am attractive and have sort of taken it for granted. I am petite and very slim with short dark hair. Pretty without being too glamorous or threatening to the male ego. Being petite means that men are generally protective. In the past I have always dressed very casually - scientists don’t dress up to work in the lab! I was always the tomboy when I was younger. My only concession to being a girl was my passion for ballet; at one stage my teachers were pressing for me to go to full time ballet school. I was very tempted, but the practical side that wanted control of my life said no and I went down the science path. I still do ballet exercises and my slim supple body and grace are a result of those years of training.

I decided that I now needed to dress for my role promoting the company’s new drug. Clothes that were sophisticated and hinted at sexiness without over doing it. Clothes that accentuated my assets - a 22 inch waist, small shapely breasts and sexy rounded hips and a pert rear. I went out and had fun buying a whole new wardrobe, imagining the men I would be talking to and trying to figure out what would attract them. I also needed to keep in mind the women physicians to make sure that they weren’t offended by my making my strategy too obvious.

The first time I went out to meet a group of physicians at a conference I spent quite a time getting ready for the day. Bathing and making up and then dressing. My make up was discrete but made the very best of my features and especially my big brown eyes. No lipstick, just a little gloss. A little perfume, my favourite Eau Suave, and then time spent choosing my clothes. I started with sexy underwear. Cream satin panties with embroidery and bows with a matching bra. It felt so sensuous caressing my hips and bum. I chose smooth, shiny, dark stockings. My blouse was fine pale gray silk and set of by a black silk/wool mix suit. The skirt just a little tight and a slightly short. The jacket had been specially altered to emphasize my slim waist. I had also bought several pair of the most expensive hand made shoes. Nothing outrageous in terms of design, just exquisitely made shoes in beautiful leather with generous high heels. I am only 5 foot 2 inches tall and even though I have long legs for my height I liked the effect of adding another three inches to them.

I looked in the mirror and suddenly felt a warmth and moistness between my legs - I couldn’t help wondering what the men would think when I started to work my “magic” on them.

I had never thought like that before, but this was the first time that I had set out to seduce a man or in this case men. I had planned getting into positions that would ensure that male physicians saw the very best of my charms - both physically and by my approach to them. I imagined putting down my shiny new leather briefcase and laptop and having to bend down to open it. Thinking how they would stare at my figure as I spent a minute or two finding all the papers I needed. How I would touch them gently on the arm, the hand and shoulder as we talked. How I would use my soft low voice to ensnare them. How I would also beguile them by knowing my brief from back to front. I was always good at absorbing and analyzing facts and I had made sure that I knew more about my subject than anyone that I might talk to. For female doctors the routine would not include the bending over and less of the touching, but by God I would have every fact at my fingertips.

That first foray into selling “my” drug went well and I made some important contacts. I managed to meet the ones that I saw as key to changing the “stick in the mud” culture in my region. I made appointments to see them all for follow up visits. They all seemed eager to offer me the opportunity - even the women. I went home triumphant and felt really quite amorous having had all those men hanging on my words and their trying to not be too obvious as they admired my body. It was the first time I had realized the power that I could possess. The first time I had appreciated my femininity. Despite feeling amorous my husband was not interested - he wanted to be up early to go fishing!

The following week I set out on a three day trip. I packed my sexy new clothes and wondered how my bending over to search in my brief case would go. Was it too over the top, too obvious? I was kept waiting for a few minutes before seeing my appointment. A rather handsome man in his late 30’s. Tall, tanned and athletic with a nice sense of humor and a shock of blond hair. I had picked him as my first visit as he seemed nice and was attractive. I had guessed that he was also the most important opinion maker in the region. If I could get him on my side I was half way to pushing up sales.

I came into his office and shook his hand. It was dark with a big oak desk and oak paneling on the walls. Very warm and classy and very expensive. As planned, I bent over and spent a couple of minutes searching for my papers and getting my laptop out. I could see in a mirror that he was definitely enjoying the view of my tight rear end. I spent 30 minutes with him going through the data he needed to make the decision whether to use our new drug. I gently flirted with him and touched his hand as we talked. I played down my knowledge and deferred to his experience, I dare say I may even have looked at him as if in awe. By the end of the appointment I was sure that he was going to add our new drug into his routine practice. As I left I gave him an invitation to a prestigious international meeting that the company were organizing - five star hotel and wining and dining with some science. He said that he would check, but thought that he could make it. As I left he placed his hand on my lower back and gently caressed me. Even though it was such a slight touch I knew that I really had his attention and I loved the feeling that he desired and wanted me. My panties became warm and damp as my body responded to his desire. I had never known that I could be filled with lust to be wanted and to want someone physically, a man that that I didn’t even know.

I used the same approach to most of the men that I met in those three days. Occasionally I felt that it wouldn’t work or that they were too unattractive to contemplate flirting with. In these instances I stuck to the science as I did with the female doctors. Most of the men seemed to respond to my charms and I got lots of come on signals and little caresses. They all agreed to follow up visits. More importantly, in the subsequent weeks the doctors all started to use our new drug. Medicine is given to fashion like the rest of the world and once some market leaders started the rest followed suit. Within 4 months my region was vying for the best figures in the nation.

I was also becoming more and more frustrated sexually. For the first time in my life I realized the power that I could have over men, how they were drawn to me, how I could have sex with pretty well any man of my choice. All the while I was going back to Steve, my own “stuck in the mud” husband. He is loving and kind, never imagines that I could be unfaithful and I am afraid I had to admit to myself for the first time, thoroughly boring. He is a considerate lover but there are never any sparks and I have to caress my clit to have an orgasm as I can barely feel him when he is inside me. I felt that this was my fault. My gynecologist fitted a cap when I was first married. She said that I had an unusually long vagina and that this would make inserting the cap a little difficult for me. I therefore did not blame Steve but my unusually long vagina.

When I thought about my current life I realized that the people I was meeting were so much more interesting, fun and sexy than my husband. I’m afraid that it was becoming clear to me that Steve’s great merit was his money and not his personality.

The big international conference that I had been inviting key players to was coming up just as the sales figures showed that my region was now clearly leading the way in sales of our new drug. I got tons of praise and a major bonus and a promise that I would take on leadership of a team to promote a new product that would be launched later in the year. My first step on the corporate ladder!

I was really looking forwards to the meeting and spending time with the people who I had been making contact with, especially the ones that I had flirted with. My pent up desire resulted in my day dreaming about making love to the most attractive men that would be at the meeting. I had one or two favorites and wondered what would happen if I was with them in a hotel for four nights. Nights when my job demanded that I be there to look after them and make sure that they were happy. This meeting was planned as to reward for those invited - for the research that they had done with the company and for their continued support and use of our drugs. Hence the lavish setting that was planned.

I added some sexy evening dresses to my growing wardrobe and some sexy satin nightdresses. I also added some more new shoes - sexier ones to match my new evening dresses, shoes with four inch heels. My whole ensemble was designed to showcase my figure - but still with restraint. I needed to keep my image in the company as a serious player, whilst at the same time making the most of my attractiveness.

Having flown to Kauai for the meeting I checked into the hotel. This was real luxury! Although Steve had masses of money he didn’t like leaving home and I had never been to a real luxury hotel. My suite had the most enormous king sized bed in beautiful drapes and a bathroom to die for. I was drowning in sensuousness. Tired after the flight I luxuriated in the sunken marble bath, soaking myself with perfumed oils. I then spent an hour selecting my clothes and dressing. My taste in underwear was becoming sexier and I chose a pair of skimpy embroidered peach and grey panties and bustier in the softest smoothest satin.

I chose to wear this with sheer white stockings. My dress was a very simple white gown in shot silk. The material was floating and hung perfectly to show off my slim waist and rounded hips. A discrete sheer section in the front gave glimpses of my slim legs and sexy new high heeled shoes.

I always wear my hair short and I spent a little time making sure that it looked just as I wanted it to, stylish but tousled. My hair is a shiny rich dark brown that matches my eyes. When I had finished I looked in the full length mirror and was bowled over - I really did look good enough to eat. I went down to the welcome reception and switched into work mode, greeting delegate, making small talk, taking the opportunity to promote our drug and the new one we would be launching next year. All the while I was gauging responses to myself and whether there was someone I was attracted to enough to sleep with. I had made the mental step that I would be unfaithful - I needed to know what it was like to make love to other men. To know if my unexciting love life was my fault or Steve’s.