There must have been at least 50 people at the party. All of the top-level executives were present, of course, as well as all the vice-presidents save Jason Lansing, who was still recovering from an auto accident two weeks previously. In addition to the top brass and their spouses, all of the managers were here, and most had their spouses in tow. I fully realized that that was also the reason for my presence. My husband, Howard, was the associate regional sales manager for the western district of the firm's sales area. As such, he regarded his attendance and mine as being obligatory in his drive to become first, a regional manager and then later, a vice president. Finally, I saw most of the sales reps, many from the accounting department, and some secretaries milling about Martin Feldman's mansion. With a mansion this size, he had to be and, of course, was the CEO of the firm.
As usual, my husband had left me to my own devices as he chatted with the higher level executives doing his best to enhance his chances for the promotion we needed and wanted, but so far, without success. As his "trophy wife", he regarded my attendance at these affairs mandatory, and I didn't mind in the least.
Even though I was accustomed to my husband's behavior and fully understood it, it still rankled me somewhat. For the life of me, I couldn't understand how a 33-year old, attractive man could stand to be away from his very loving, very sexy, and very horny wife for such extended periods of time as were required by his frequent inspection tours of the western district sales area. As I wandered through the rooms looking for the bar, I counted up how long it had been since he had been in my very available and, at the moment, very wet pussy. I thought it had been 12 days, but I couldn't be certain. He had been gone for 6 days on site visits, and when he was at home, they worked him such long hours that he had very little energy left for sex.
Whenever it had been, it had lasted no more than the usual 10 minutes. I did remember that Howard had excused his quick ejaculation by telling me that I was just too hot for any man to last very long inside me. I wondered if that were true. I really didn't have enough experience to know one way or the other since Howard had been only my third lover and the first two during my freshman year in college were too young and inexperienced to count.
As I stood at the complementary bar trying to decide what to order, a soft, masculine voice beside me made the decision. "Try a stinger. They're delicious," the voice said.
I turned and was greeted by a smiling Stuart Rosch, Vice-president of Sales and my husband's immediate superior. "Hi, Stuart. Ok, I'll take your advice." I nodded to the bartender who had overheard the conversation and promptly began preparing my stinger.
"You should always take my advice, Darla. Where's that husband of yours?"
"Talking business with some of your colleagues, as usual."
"He leaves you alone too much. Particularly when he goes on those extended sites visits to his sales territory. You know, Darla, I've offered to hire an assistant for Howard so his travel would be cut in half or more, but he always turns me down."
"Tell me about it. We've had several arguments over that point. He says he needs to be certain that every thing is being done correctly, and he's afraid to trust an assistant. Howard is just very careful and concerned about getting the best possible result for the firm"
"I know... that's what he tells me too. Personally, if I had a gorgeous wife like you at home, I would be fighting to spend as much time with her as possible."
Although I was totally aware that Rosch was hitting on me... obviously wanting to provide some "company" for me during my husband's absences, it pleased me anyway to be around a man who clearly desired me. "Thank you," I replied aloud. "I wish Howard felt that way. When he takes those one and two week inspection trips of his, and I have no one to talk to but my 6 and 8-year old children, cabin fever sets in after just a few days."
Rosch took my arm and whispered, "Let's go out on the patio where it's less crowded. There's so much noise in here, we're having to shout."
I could hear him perfectly well, and I knew he was having no difficulty hearing me, but I smiled and let him ******* me to a couch on the patio. As I took a seat, Stuart remained standing over me for an extended moment, his eyes delving into my cleavage. When I looked at him, he did not look away like so many men would. His eyes remained locked on my face and breasts.
"You're absolutely beautiful... but more importantly, you're sensuously beautiful. Howard must be crazy."
I blushed at his frank complement, but, like him, I did not look away. My eyes stayed locked on his as I pulled my shoulders back to give him a better view.
"I like that," he whispered as his eyes probed even deeper into my exposed cleavage. "Howard will leaving on another extended site inspection on Monday."
"I know. I'm not looking forward to it."
Stuart took a seat beside me on the couch. Leaning closer, he said softly, "I am. I'm going to call you. Will you have dinner with me?"
My vagina contracted when he asked me. The delicious throbbing was followed by a small shudder passing through my body. My husband would never have noticed, but this man saw it immediately. "MMmmmm... does that mean 'yes'?"
"I'm not sure. I don't cheat on Howard in spite of his long, frequent trips."
"I just asked if you would have dinner," he commented, but his eyes were now taking in not only my cleavage but also the portion of my legs my short skirt exposed. I was fully aware that I could have easily pulled my skirt down to shut off most of the view, but I didn't as his open desire was exciting mine.
"I think you have a lot more in mind than just us having dinner."
"Of course I do. I want you... badly! But you can always say 'no'. I don't need an answer now. I'll call you."
Stuart's eyes drifted away from my breasts that were now rising and falling more rapidly from my excitement and dropped to my thighs. "I think your legs are even more beautiful and sexier than your incredible breasts."
Another shudder rippled through my body as my pussy again throbbed. Once more, Rosch knew it. He leaned close and whispered, "I have to get back to the party before someone notices us out here, but before I leave, would you lower your top and show me your breasts?"
Stuart's request was outrageous... he knew it and I knew it, but it excited me nonetheless... and I knew that he also knew that too. "Someone will see."
"No they won't. I'll stand between you and the door. It will only take a moment. If you show them to me, you know I won't be able to think about anything else until I call you next week."
I hesitated. I wanted him to see my breasts, but it was so outrageously slutty to do it right here at a party. Stuart saw I was torn between my desire to make him want me and my womanly virtue. He leaned forward and whispered softly, "I'm already stiff... show me and make me hard as iron."
A lot more than a single, small shudder surged through me when I heard that. I knew there was no point in hesitating... I was going to expose my breasts for him... no... I corrected my thoughts... I was going to expose my tits for him. I felt like I was in a trance as my hands reached into my cleavage and quickly pulled the top and my bra down far enough to allow both of my tits to spring out into the open. My nipples were hard, swollen knobs.
"Oohhhh Jezzz... Amazing... Incredible," Rosch said, his voice a deep, masculine growl of lust. His hands reached out and felt me... cupping them... hefting them. I pulled my shoulders back again for him. A moment later, he pulled my bra and top back up covering them, and was gone leaving me trembling in sexual heat on the couch.
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After waiting a discreet amount of time, I strolled back into the house. Of course, I saw no sign of my husband. After getting another stinger from the bar, I decided to take a mini-tour of the mansion. I had just walked into the game room when Devin Heidorn joined me. "Hi," he said. "Hubby abandoned you again, I see."
"As always," I said in agreement. Devin was a vice president in the marketing department, a position two ranks higher than that which my husband held, and one requiring very little travel with a significantly higher salary. It was the position my husband hoped to obtain once he had been promoted to a district manager's position.
He nodded at the pool table. "Do you play?"
"Sometimes, but I'm not very good."
"At pool? Or other things?"
Another tremor flashed through my loins, but, unlike Rosch, Devin did not pick up on it. The fact that another man was now hitting on me was just wildly exciting, probably because I had been denied sex for almost two weeks and the last time I had been laid, Howard's fatigue had caused it to take less time than the usual "quickie".
"Well, certainly pool," I answered with a smile.
"And the other things?"
"I haven't had much practice at other things so I'm probably poor there too."
"That, I doubt," he stated with certainty. "Shall we play?"
"What? Pool?"
"Pool or anything else you have in mind."
"It's pretty crowded for much more than pool, Devin."
"True, but it won't always be crowded."
"Ask me when it's not crowded then."
"Ok... In the meantime, shall we play some pool."
"I'd rather just chat. Have you noticed this crystal paper weight?" I asked pointing to a crystal in the shape of a large $ sign.
"No I hadn't noticed it," Devin said. "I guess the $ sign fits well with this mansion. Sit on the table beside it," he said grinning.
"What?" I asked.
"Sit on the table, Darla. Beside the paper weight."
When I understood the implication, I had to laugh. "Ok. That's sort of cute... sexy and cute," I said taking a seat on the table right beside the big crystal $ sign.
"That's a lot more than just cute and sexy, Darla. That's hot! I gotta get a photo of that," he said excitedly. Reaching into pocket, Devin produced his expensive cell phone, adjusted it and aimed it, but before snapping the picture, he shook his head. "Lacks something. Pull up your skirt some, Darla. Show some leg. Make it sexy."
"Wait a minute. I don't mind a little sexy fun, such as sitting beside this dollar sign like I'm a high-priced call girl, but if I'm going to show off my legs and you're going to take a picture, make sure my face doesn't show, Ok?"
"I promise. I'll let you see the pic after I take it and if it shows too much, you can erase it."
"Sounds fair. How's this?" I asked as I pulled my black skirt up nearly to the top of my thighs.
"My god! You're just gorgeous, Darla. Fantastic. If I were Howard, I'd never let you out of my sight."
"Why not?"
"Because he ought to know that every man here wants you, and as much as he travels.... well..." Devin let the thought hang in the air.
"How do you know that every man here wants me, Devin... seriously?"
"Men talk, Darla. And when there are no women present, almost every guy in the firm talks about how much they would like... would like... well... you know."
"would like to fuck me?"
"Yes."
"Are you one of those men, Devin?"
"Oh hell, Yes!"
"And what about your wife, Cora?"
"I wouldn't tell her any more than I would tell Howard. Are you interested? Do I actually have a chance with you?"
"Maybe. Howard is gone a lot. I'll think about it. Have you got the photo of me with the crystal dollar sign?"
"I do... but let's make it sexier. Your face won't show. Ok?"
"What do you have in mind?"
"Put your legs up on the table... Steeple one of your knees so that your legs open enough to show a little of your panties.... eh... you are wearing panties, aren't you?"
"I think so. Let's see." I brought my legs up onto the table's surface and let my right leg rest on the table while I planted my left heel firmly on the table's surface. With my left leg steepled, I was pretty sure Devin could now see if I was wearing panties or not. "So... am I wearing panties, Devin?"
"Yeah... Damn... was hoping your weren't. Really hoping."
I could tell he really meant it... he wasn't just teasing me. He wanted to see my pussy. I could now feel the wetness between my thighs. My wetness increased still further when Devin whispered, "Sit on the table, Darla. Let your legs hang over the side and spread really wide. Put the dollar sign beside you." I hesitated.
"Come on, Darla. Do it! Your face isn't going to show in the photos. You can check them for yourself."
"I know, but you're going to tell all the other men it's me and that you had me spread wide open. You are going to tell them, aren't you?"
"I won't lie to you, Darla. I probably won't be able to resist telling them, but they'll never believe me. If you want, you can erase the images. But I really want to see you."
"Are you hard now?"
"Oh god! I'm so hard it hurts."
If I was hot before, I was boiling now. There was no way I could resist the temptation to get Devin even harder. "How's this pose?" With my legs hanging over the edge, I spread wide... so wide I could feel the material of my panties sinking into my slit.
"Oh Damn! Fuck! You are unbelievable! Totally outta sight!" Devin snapped several pictures being careful not to include my face. When he finished, his cock had his pants severely tented.
"That's looks huge, Devin. How big is it?"
"Eight inches when I'm as hard as I am right now."
More tremors surged through my vagina at the thought of that huge rod inside his pants. "How about this pose, Devin?" I had slid off the table, turned my butt toward him and bent over while I held the paper weight right beside my hip.
"Darla," Devin moaned. 'Howard will be out of town next week for at least 7 days. Can I see you?"
"You're seeing me right now, Devin."
"I want to see all of you. I want you," he groaned.
"I'll think about it. I really will, but I've never cheated on my husband so don't get your hopes up."
"I understand... since you will probably say no, will you at least take off your panties now and let me see your hot pussy?"
"Right here? Someone might come in."
"I'll lock the door. I will take less than a minute. Please. If you do, I'll probably cum in my pants."
"You want that to happen?"
"Oh hell, Yes!"
"Ok. Lock the door."
Devin locked the door. When he turned back toward me, I smiled seductively and slid my panties down my thighs and stepped out of them. I left them lying on the floor as once again, I mounted the table letting my left leg dangle off the edge while my right one was steepled as before. The position opened my thighs and gave Devin the beaver shot he wanted so desperately to see. I could feel the juices bubbling out of my excited vagina. As a finishing touch, I put the crystal dollar sign between my open thighs close to my pussy. I knew I must look exactly like a high-priced whore.
I held the pose as Devin stared directly between my opened thighs, his hand clutching his engorged, throbbing organ. After a moment, his hand moved. Then he groaned, and I could see the wet spot spreading over the front of his pants. He shot off again when he saw my vagina contracting in my own orgasm.
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We dressed hurriedly, and Devin true to his word allowed me to check all the digital photos he had taken. None showed my face... all were incredibly erotic.
"I promise not to tell anyone who was posing if you don't want me to, Darla. I want to see you next week. Please."
"I'll think about it. As for telling the other men that's it me, that's up to you. I'll, of course, deny it, but they probably won't believe me. I pulled his face to mine and kissed him. He was the first man I had kissed other than Howard since we were married.... but then he was also the first man to see my naked cunt since I got married ... and he had seen it while I was having an orgasm.
Thirty minutes later, I was sipping my third stinger, when Joel Burditt approached me. He was a vice-president in the finance and investment section of the firm. "I've been watching you on and off all evening trying to get up enough nerve to ask you to dance. Howard is still talking business... would you dance with me?"
"Love to. I was beginning to think none of the men here were interested enough in me to want to dance."
"Oh they're interested in you all right. But, like me, they're all nervous about asking a beautiful woman to dance."
"What's to be nervous about? Come on, Joel. Let's do it."
We both realized the double entendre of my statement. He took me in his arms, pressed my breasts against his firm, muscular chest and began to move me to the music. Joes proved to be an excellent dancer... which in my book means he has rhythm, smoothness, and most importantly, knows that the purpose of dancing is to hold a woman's body close to his own. And he was doing an absolutely masterful job of that.
As we moved, my nipples hardened rapidly under the stimulation of feeling them pressing and moving against his powerful chest. His right arm was initially around my waist holding my lower body firmly against his. When we first began to dance, I couldn't feel any sign of an erection pressing into my mound.
That situation began to change rapidly when his hand moved lower onto my buttocks where it locked our loins tightly together. Our smooth movements about the dance floor caused my mound to repeatedly rub against his manhood until I felt what had become a very rigid, very hard, and very ready male organ grinding into my very wet, very open, and very ready pussy.
"You feel marvelous against me, Darla. I can't even begin to tell you how much I enjoy holding you and dancing with your body close to mine, " Joel whispered in my ear. As he said this, his cock lurched against me causing more juices to gush into the already sodden crotch of my panties.
"That iron-hard rod I feel is telling me very clearly, Joel. Your body feels just as good to me. Howard never dances with me like this."
"He's crazy to travel and leave you alone so much. But I hope to take advantage of his foolishness. I want to fuck you, Darla. I can't remember ever wanting to fuck a woman as much as I've wanted you for months."
Replying in a soft whisper to match his, "Most men would have said they want to make love to me."
"I know they would, but I want to fuck you... hard... deep... many times. Afterwards, I'll make love to you."
"I don't cheat on Howard. I never have."
"Next week when he's making his ridiculous site inspections, you will. At least, I hope so. Think about it."
"I will... would be hard not to think about it when a man has just informed me that he's going to fuck me... hard... deep inside my pussy... and many times. MMmmmmm," I moaned softly as Joel worked his rigid penis against the top of my sexual trench putting intense pressure on my clitoris.
"Stop...stop... you'll make me cum right here in front of everyone."
"Don't you want to cum?"
"Maybe. I'll think about it."
"I don't want you to think about it... I want you to cum... right now! right here!"
I felt his hands moving under my short skirt where they quickly insinuated themselves between the cheeks of my ass. My body began to shake. My shaking increased when I felt him pulling me open so his cock shaft could grind directly against my clitoris.
My legs were turning to jelly in my excitement. I was helpless. All I could do was cling desperately to his shoulders as the steel-hard shaft of his penis moved deliciously up and down my slit, grinding into my now throbbing clitoris with each stroke.
"Ooohhhh god, Joel... I'm going to cum! Don't stop. Please... don't stop!" I moaned into his ear.
My plea really wasn't necessary. This hot stud had no intention of stopping until he had made my cunt and clit explode in orgasm. It took him less than another minute to make that happen. My clit erupted at the same time as my vagina convulsed. I moaned in his ear as my juices spurted into my panties and then trickled down my thighs. I knew Joel could smell the hot aroma of my cunt just as I could.
As usual, my husband had left me to my own devices as he chatted with the higher level executives doing his best to enhance his chances for the promotion we needed and wanted, but so far, without success. As his "trophy wife", he regarded my attendance at these affairs mandatory, and I didn't mind in the least.
Even though I was accustomed to my husband's behavior and fully understood it, it still rankled me somewhat. For the life of me, I couldn't understand how a 33-year old, attractive man could stand to be away from his very loving, very sexy, and very horny wife for such extended periods of time as were required by his frequent inspection tours of the western district sales area. As I wandered through the rooms looking for the bar, I counted up how long it had been since he had been in my very available and, at the moment, very wet pussy. I thought it had been 12 days, but I couldn't be certain. He had been gone for 6 days on site visits, and when he was at home, they worked him such long hours that he had very little energy left for sex.
Whenever it had been, it had lasted no more than the usual 10 minutes. I did remember that Howard had excused his quick ejaculation by telling me that I was just too hot for any man to last very long inside me. I wondered if that were true. I really didn't have enough experience to know one way or the other since Howard had been only my third lover and the first two during my freshman year in college were too young and inexperienced to count.
As I stood at the complementary bar trying to decide what to order, a soft, masculine voice beside me made the decision. "Try a stinger. They're delicious," the voice said.
I turned and was greeted by a smiling Stuart Rosch, Vice-president of Sales and my husband's immediate superior. "Hi, Stuart. Ok, I'll take your advice." I nodded to the bartender who had overheard the conversation and promptly began preparing my stinger.
"You should always take my advice, Darla. Where's that husband of yours?"
"Talking business with some of your colleagues, as usual."
"He leaves you alone too much. Particularly when he goes on those extended sites visits to his sales territory. You know, Darla, I've offered to hire an assistant for Howard so his travel would be cut in half or more, but he always turns me down."
"Tell me about it. We've had several arguments over that point. He says he needs to be certain that every thing is being done correctly, and he's afraid to trust an assistant. Howard is just very careful and concerned about getting the best possible result for the firm"
"I know... that's what he tells me too. Personally, if I had a gorgeous wife like you at home, I would be fighting to spend as much time with her as possible."
Although I was totally aware that Rosch was hitting on me... obviously wanting to provide some "company" for me during my husband's absences, it pleased me anyway to be around a man who clearly desired me. "Thank you," I replied aloud. "I wish Howard felt that way. When he takes those one and two week inspection trips of his, and I have no one to talk to but my 6 and 8-year old children, cabin fever sets in after just a few days."
Rosch took my arm and whispered, "Let's go out on the patio where it's less crowded. There's so much noise in here, we're having to shout."
I could hear him perfectly well, and I knew he was having no difficulty hearing me, but I smiled and let him ******* me to a couch on the patio. As I took a seat, Stuart remained standing over me for an extended moment, his eyes delving into my cleavage. When I looked at him, he did not look away like so many men would. His eyes remained locked on my face and breasts.
"You're absolutely beautiful... but more importantly, you're sensuously beautiful. Howard must be crazy."
I blushed at his frank complement, but, like him, I did not look away. My eyes stayed locked on his as I pulled my shoulders back to give him a better view.
"I like that," he whispered as his eyes probed even deeper into my exposed cleavage. "Howard will leaving on another extended site inspection on Monday."
"I know. I'm not looking forward to it."
Stuart took a seat beside me on the couch. Leaning closer, he said softly, "I am. I'm going to call you. Will you have dinner with me?"
My vagina contracted when he asked me. The delicious throbbing was followed by a small shudder passing through my body. My husband would never have noticed, but this man saw it immediately. "MMmmmm... does that mean 'yes'?"
"I'm not sure. I don't cheat on Howard in spite of his long, frequent trips."
"I just asked if you would have dinner," he commented, but his eyes were now taking in not only my cleavage but also the portion of my legs my short skirt exposed. I was fully aware that I could have easily pulled my skirt down to shut off most of the view, but I didn't as his open desire was exciting mine.
"I think you have a lot more in mind than just us having dinner."
"Of course I do. I want you... badly! But you can always say 'no'. I don't need an answer now. I'll call you."
Stuart's eyes drifted away from my breasts that were now rising and falling more rapidly from my excitement and dropped to my thighs. "I think your legs are even more beautiful and sexier than your incredible breasts."
Another shudder rippled through my body as my pussy again throbbed. Once more, Rosch knew it. He leaned close and whispered, "I have to get back to the party before someone notices us out here, but before I leave, would you lower your top and show me your breasts?"
Stuart's request was outrageous... he knew it and I knew it, but it excited me nonetheless... and I knew that he also knew that too. "Someone will see."
"No they won't. I'll stand between you and the door. It will only take a moment. If you show them to me, you know I won't be able to think about anything else until I call you next week."
I hesitated. I wanted him to see my breasts, but it was so outrageously slutty to do it right here at a party. Stuart saw I was torn between my desire to make him want me and my womanly virtue. He leaned forward and whispered softly, "I'm already stiff... show me and make me hard as iron."
A lot more than a single, small shudder surged through me when I heard that. I knew there was no point in hesitating... I was going to expose my breasts for him... no... I corrected my thoughts... I was going to expose my tits for him. I felt like I was in a trance as my hands reached into my cleavage and quickly pulled the top and my bra down far enough to allow both of my tits to spring out into the open. My nipples were hard, swollen knobs.
"Oohhhh Jezzz... Amazing... Incredible," Rosch said, his voice a deep, masculine growl of lust. His hands reached out and felt me... cupping them... hefting them. I pulled my shoulders back again for him. A moment later, he pulled my bra and top back up covering them, and was gone leaving me trembling in sexual heat on the couch.
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After waiting a discreet amount of time, I strolled back into the house. Of course, I saw no sign of my husband. After getting another stinger from the bar, I decided to take a mini-tour of the mansion. I had just walked into the game room when Devin Heidorn joined me. "Hi," he said. "Hubby abandoned you again, I see."
"As always," I said in agreement. Devin was a vice president in the marketing department, a position two ranks higher than that which my husband held, and one requiring very little travel with a significantly higher salary. It was the position my husband hoped to obtain once he had been promoted to a district manager's position.
He nodded at the pool table. "Do you play?"
"Sometimes, but I'm not very good."
"At pool? Or other things?"
Another tremor flashed through my loins, but, unlike Rosch, Devin did not pick up on it. The fact that another man was now hitting on me was just wildly exciting, probably because I had been denied sex for almost two weeks and the last time I had been laid, Howard's fatigue had caused it to take less time than the usual "quickie".
"Well, certainly pool," I answered with a smile.
"And the other things?"
"I haven't had much practice at other things so I'm probably poor there too."
"That, I doubt," he stated with certainty. "Shall we play?"
"What? Pool?"
"Pool or anything else you have in mind."
"It's pretty crowded for much more than pool, Devin."
"True, but it won't always be crowded."
"Ask me when it's not crowded then."
"Ok... In the meantime, shall we play some pool."
"I'd rather just chat. Have you noticed this crystal paper weight?" I asked pointing to a crystal in the shape of a large $ sign.
"No I hadn't noticed it," Devin said. "I guess the $ sign fits well with this mansion. Sit on the table beside it," he said grinning.
"What?" I asked.
"Sit on the table, Darla. Beside the paper weight."
When I understood the implication, I had to laugh. "Ok. That's sort of cute... sexy and cute," I said taking a seat on the table right beside the big crystal $ sign.
"That's a lot more than just cute and sexy, Darla. That's hot! I gotta get a photo of that," he said excitedly. Reaching into pocket, Devin produced his expensive cell phone, adjusted it and aimed it, but before snapping the picture, he shook his head. "Lacks something. Pull up your skirt some, Darla. Show some leg. Make it sexy."
"Wait a minute. I don't mind a little sexy fun, such as sitting beside this dollar sign like I'm a high-priced call girl, but if I'm going to show off my legs and you're going to take a picture, make sure my face doesn't show, Ok?"
"I promise. I'll let you see the pic after I take it and if it shows too much, you can erase it."
"Sounds fair. How's this?" I asked as I pulled my black skirt up nearly to the top of my thighs.
"My god! You're just gorgeous, Darla. Fantastic. If I were Howard, I'd never let you out of my sight."
"Why not?"
"Because he ought to know that every man here wants you, and as much as he travels.... well..." Devin let the thought hang in the air.
"How do you know that every man here wants me, Devin... seriously?"
"Men talk, Darla. And when there are no women present, almost every guy in the firm talks about how much they would like... would like... well... you know."
"would like to fuck me?"
"Yes."
"Are you one of those men, Devin?"
"Oh hell, Yes!"
"And what about your wife, Cora?"
"I wouldn't tell her any more than I would tell Howard. Are you interested? Do I actually have a chance with you?"
"Maybe. Howard is gone a lot. I'll think about it. Have you got the photo of me with the crystal dollar sign?"
"I do... but let's make it sexier. Your face won't show. Ok?"
"What do you have in mind?"
"Put your legs up on the table... Steeple one of your knees so that your legs open enough to show a little of your panties.... eh... you are wearing panties, aren't you?"
"I think so. Let's see." I brought my legs up onto the table's surface and let my right leg rest on the table while I planted my left heel firmly on the table's surface. With my left leg steepled, I was pretty sure Devin could now see if I was wearing panties or not. "So... am I wearing panties, Devin?"
"Yeah... Damn... was hoping your weren't. Really hoping."
I could tell he really meant it... he wasn't just teasing me. He wanted to see my pussy. I could now feel the wetness between my thighs. My wetness increased still further when Devin whispered, "Sit on the table, Darla. Let your legs hang over the side and spread really wide. Put the dollar sign beside you." I hesitated.
"Come on, Darla. Do it! Your face isn't going to show in the photos. You can check them for yourself."
"I know, but you're going to tell all the other men it's me and that you had me spread wide open. You are going to tell them, aren't you?"
"I won't lie to you, Darla. I probably won't be able to resist telling them, but they'll never believe me. If you want, you can erase the images. But I really want to see you."
"Are you hard now?"
"Oh god! I'm so hard it hurts."
If I was hot before, I was boiling now. There was no way I could resist the temptation to get Devin even harder. "How's this pose?" With my legs hanging over the edge, I spread wide... so wide I could feel the material of my panties sinking into my slit.
"Oh Damn! Fuck! You are unbelievable! Totally outta sight!" Devin snapped several pictures being careful not to include my face. When he finished, his cock had his pants severely tented.
"That's looks huge, Devin. How big is it?"
"Eight inches when I'm as hard as I am right now."
More tremors surged through my vagina at the thought of that huge rod inside his pants. "How about this pose, Devin?" I had slid off the table, turned my butt toward him and bent over while I held the paper weight right beside my hip.
"Darla," Devin moaned. 'Howard will be out of town next week for at least 7 days. Can I see you?"
"You're seeing me right now, Devin."
"I want to see all of you. I want you," he groaned.
"I'll think about it. I really will, but I've never cheated on my husband so don't get your hopes up."
"I understand... since you will probably say no, will you at least take off your panties now and let me see your hot pussy?"
"Right here? Someone might come in."
"I'll lock the door. I will take less than a minute. Please. If you do, I'll probably cum in my pants."
"You want that to happen?"
"Oh hell, Yes!"
"Ok. Lock the door."
Devin locked the door. When he turned back toward me, I smiled seductively and slid my panties down my thighs and stepped out of them. I left them lying on the floor as once again, I mounted the table letting my left leg dangle off the edge while my right one was steepled as before. The position opened my thighs and gave Devin the beaver shot he wanted so desperately to see. I could feel the juices bubbling out of my excited vagina. As a finishing touch, I put the crystal dollar sign between my open thighs close to my pussy. I knew I must look exactly like a high-priced whore.
I held the pose as Devin stared directly between my opened thighs, his hand clutching his engorged, throbbing organ. After a moment, his hand moved. Then he groaned, and I could see the wet spot spreading over the front of his pants. He shot off again when he saw my vagina contracting in my own orgasm.
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We dressed hurriedly, and Devin true to his word allowed me to check all the digital photos he had taken. None showed my face... all were incredibly erotic.
"I promise not to tell anyone who was posing if you don't want me to, Darla. I want to see you next week. Please."
"I'll think about it. As for telling the other men that's it me, that's up to you. I'll, of course, deny it, but they probably won't believe me. I pulled his face to mine and kissed him. He was the first man I had kissed other than Howard since we were married.... but then he was also the first man to see my naked cunt since I got married ... and he had seen it while I was having an orgasm.
Thirty minutes later, I was sipping my third stinger, when Joel Burditt approached me. He was a vice-president in the finance and investment section of the firm. "I've been watching you on and off all evening trying to get up enough nerve to ask you to dance. Howard is still talking business... would you dance with me?"
"Love to. I was beginning to think none of the men here were interested enough in me to want to dance."
"Oh they're interested in you all right. But, like me, they're all nervous about asking a beautiful woman to dance."
"What's to be nervous about? Come on, Joel. Let's do it."
We both realized the double entendre of my statement. He took me in his arms, pressed my breasts against his firm, muscular chest and began to move me to the music. Joes proved to be an excellent dancer... which in my book means he has rhythm, smoothness, and most importantly, knows that the purpose of dancing is to hold a woman's body close to his own. And he was doing an absolutely masterful job of that.
As we moved, my nipples hardened rapidly under the stimulation of feeling them pressing and moving against his powerful chest. His right arm was initially around my waist holding my lower body firmly against his. When we first began to dance, I couldn't feel any sign of an erection pressing into my mound.
That situation began to change rapidly when his hand moved lower onto my buttocks where it locked our loins tightly together. Our smooth movements about the dance floor caused my mound to repeatedly rub against his manhood until I felt what had become a very rigid, very hard, and very ready male organ grinding into my very wet, very open, and very ready pussy.
"You feel marvelous against me, Darla. I can't even begin to tell you how much I enjoy holding you and dancing with your body close to mine, " Joel whispered in my ear. As he said this, his cock lurched against me causing more juices to gush into the already sodden crotch of my panties.
"That iron-hard rod I feel is telling me very clearly, Joel. Your body feels just as good to me. Howard never dances with me like this."
"He's crazy to travel and leave you alone so much. But I hope to take advantage of his foolishness. I want to fuck you, Darla. I can't remember ever wanting to fuck a woman as much as I've wanted you for months."
Replying in a soft whisper to match his, "Most men would have said they want to make love to me."
"I know they would, but I want to fuck you... hard... deep... many times. Afterwards, I'll make love to you."
"I don't cheat on Howard. I never have."
"Next week when he's making his ridiculous site inspections, you will. At least, I hope so. Think about it."
"I will... would be hard not to think about it when a man has just informed me that he's going to fuck me... hard... deep inside my pussy... and many times. MMmmmmm," I moaned softly as Joel worked his rigid penis against the top of my sexual trench putting intense pressure on my clitoris.
"Stop...stop... you'll make me cum right here in front of everyone."
"Don't you want to cum?"
"Maybe. I'll think about it."
"I don't want you to think about it... I want you to cum... right now! right here!"
I felt his hands moving under my short skirt where they quickly insinuated themselves between the cheeks of my ass. My body began to shake. My shaking increased when I felt him pulling me open so his cock shaft could grind directly against my clitoris.
My legs were turning to jelly in my excitement. I was helpless. All I could do was cling desperately to his shoulders as the steel-hard shaft of his penis moved deliciously up and down my slit, grinding into my now throbbing clitoris with each stroke.
"Ooohhhh god, Joel... I'm going to cum! Don't stop. Please... don't stop!" I moaned into his ear.
My plea really wasn't necessary. This hot stud had no intention of stopping until he had made my cunt and clit explode in orgasm. It took him less than another minute to make that happen. My clit erupted at the same time as my vagina convulsed. I moaned in his ear as my juices spurted into my panties and then trickled down my thighs. I knew Joel could smell the hot aroma of my cunt just as I could.