Following my adulterous escapades, the next day was to be spent at a boring trade show where I had to give several tedious seminars on the benefits of solar water heating. Most of the time I found myself struggling to keep my mind off Rita who was now imposing on my every thought. Shortly after lunch we had a “group meeting” to discuss the successes of the morning and to plan changes to our afternoon's agenda.
My phone suddenly bleeped to inform me of a text message and looking down, I could see it was from an unknown number.
“Oh for fuck's sake,” sighed Alistair, my boss.
I made my apologies to my rather irritated boss and curiously opened the message.
“I'm all wet thinking about you. Are you thinking of me...Rita?” It read.
Well if I wasn't, I fucking well am now, I thought to myself. I switched my phone to vibrate only to ensure I didn't interrupt Alistair again.
“in a meeting.” I responded pathetically and within a couple of minutes I could feel the vibration of my phone in my pocket
“What time will you be over for dinner tonight? I'm having my hair done at 5” came the reply.
My heart started thumping in my chest as I instantly knew what she meant by “dinner”. I could feel my cock begin to swell in my trousers and the urge to touch it was quickly overwhelming as images of my new found whore played through my mind.
I slid my right hand off the table and dropped it into my lap so that my palm was pressing down on my growing cock and I candidly rubbed it through the fabric. I was acting like a teenage boy after his first fuck, but I loved the way Rita made me feel.
I knew my behavior was ridiculous and my feelings of lust began to turn to guilt as I started to consider what this might do to Victoria if she ever found out. It was clear that this situation was destined for disaster so I tried to compose myself and concluded that I needed to end it before I got in any deeper, or even got caught. I decided that I would try to avoid Rita for the next couple of days and just look forward to getting back home to my wife in France.
When the meeting was over, I remained in my seat to send my reply to Rita, I also had to allow my hard-on to subside.
“I thought I'd have dinner at the hotel tonight,” I wrote.
“Sounds great, what time should I arrive?” she answered, suggesting that she had completely misunderstood my intentions.
“Meet me in the hotel bar at 7” I replied obediently as my resistance pitiably melted away.
I tried to convince myself that this could be a good opportunity to bring things mutually to a close as my head became a churning mess of guilt and excitement. My re-stiffened prick began to highlight the imbalance of these emotions.
A couple of hours later I finished my last presentation and left the stage to the in-rapturous applause of about forty people. As I walked back to our stand Alistair came over to me and said:
“Well done, things have gone really well today, we've taken loads of orders. Now that you have finished I'm going to give Shelley a lift home. You can get off too as soon as you're ready, I've told the two junior reps to clear everything away and take the stand down. The office is closed tomorrow but I'll see you in a couple of days so that we can review the show.
“O.K Alistair, see you at the office on Friday,” I answered.
I stayed around to help the other two guys dismantle the stand but then I made my excuses and left them to clear up. I'd done plenty of clearing up at trade shows and promotional events over the years.
Later that evening I was sitting in the hotel bar waiting for my dinner date chatting quite flirtatiously with the young barmaid, when I noticed several people turn their heads toward the door as if someone famous had just walked in. I turned my head to see who it was and my breathing stopped in a moment. Piercing eyes drew my gaze and I could only stare at her dressed in a burgundy red silk dress that hugged her perfect figure like wrapping paper and shimmered over her slender thighs as it pulled tight with every step she took towards me.
I had wondered if she might turn up looking like the slut that she is, but there was no hint of the whore that lay beneath her impeccable dress. She looked demure and sophisticated with perfect posture. She walked into the bar in gold satin platform heels that matched her necklace and the dozen or so bangles that she had shared between her two delicate wrists. Her hair was newly cut in a short bob that came no lower than her jawline and it flicked and swayed perfectly with every move of her head. She looked pristine, immaculate.
“Hi, baby," she cooed in my ear, and planted a soft kiss on my cheek. I loved the familiarity with which she spoke, it made me feel warm, almost like a cuddle.
“I'm not late am I?” she asked.
My heart was galloping like a fucking racehorse and my cock felt so big that I doubted whether one of her gold bangles would have fitted over the end. I thought to myself, if Jennifer turns out to be just like her mother, boy is Jack in for a happy life. I gently took Rita's hands in mine and returned the kiss to her cheek.
“No, you're not late, and you look amazing.”
“Thank you darling. Do you like my hair like this?” she questioned. “I'm not sure if it's a little too short."
“I love it, you look beautiful, Rita,” I responded. “Can I get you something to drink, or shall we eat?”
“Mmmm, yes please, I'm starving,” she said, and we made our way to the hotel restaurant.
As we sat and chatted and ate I kept looking for the right moment to say what needed to be said, but instead of saying it, I found myself completely under her spell yet again. Instead I sat there thinking of all the things I'd like to do to her, as were most of the men and probably a few of the women in the restaurant that evening. Then almost inadvertently, I said, “Rita, we need to talk about a few things.”
“What things, baby?” she asked. “We can talk about anything you like.”
“Us,” I replied, surprisingly nervously.
“What about us?” she inquired, as if she didn't know. “Are you about to announce that you don't want to fuck me anymore?” she continued quietly, leaning over the table and looking at me with her puppy dog eyes.
“Yes,” I murmured, “it's too dangerous. What if we get caught?”
Rita sat back in her chair and chuckled a little.
“Do you mean that you don't want to, or that you don't think you should?” she said. “And anyway, what makes you think that your wife is not doing the same thing. For all you know she could have her cute little ass stuffed with fat French cock as we speak,” she jested, and then continued to eat.
“Don't you dare judge my wife by your own standards,” I retorted.
“Don't be so blinkered, Peter. She trusts you implicitly, and you are a fucking cheating bastard. You may not have been before, but you certainly are now. What's to say that your trust in her is not equally misplaced? Do you really think that she tells you everything, are you that naïve?” she went on.
“I have no reason to doubt her,” I replied, with a growing anger in my voice.
“So she must have told you about the time that her and I kissed at Jack and Jen's wedding? she sallied.
My jaw dropped open and my eyes widened. I just froze, lost for words.
“I guess that's no then,” she said. “Makes you wonder what else she keeps from you, doesn't it?”
“I don't believe you, when did this happen?” I demanded, trying my best to be angry but my mind was rapidly constructing images of Victoria locked in a passionate kiss with Rita.
“How did it happen?”
“It was all by accident really,” said Rita quite nonchalantly “We were both chatting, touching up our makeup in the ladies room and after she finished putting on her lippy, she turned to me and puckered her lips at me. I couldn't resist leaning forward and planting a quick kiss on her lips. As I moved away from her, she leaned forward and wrapped her arm around my waist and pulled me to her. I could see desire in her eyes as I closed mine and waited for her to kiss me, which she did. She opened her mouth and I felt her tongue pushing into me and I opened my mouth to kiss her back. I felt her huge tits push hard into mine as she pulled me tighter to her.” Then Rita sighed.
“Holy fuck,” she remarked. ”this is making me hot just telling you, and it was only a brief kiss.”
Rita continued; “Victoria broke the kiss all of a sudden and she looked completely embarrassed as she did so. She said sorry three or four times but I wasn't sorry at all, I was putty in her hands at that moment. I would have happily killed the next person that walked into the room if it meant that she would kiss me again, but she never did. She just blushed and returned to the wedding reception leaving me with wet knickers.”
I just stared back at her wanting the story to go on. The nonchalance had gone and I could sense real emotion in her voice.
“I never realized that Victoria was into girls,” I said. “Or that you are too.”
“Oh I'm not really. I've never had sex with another woman before, I've kissed a few girls before and I even fingered somebody once at a party while she sucked her boyfriend's cock, but the only cunt I have ever tasted is my own. Well that's almost true,” she muttered as she glanced around the restaurant to make sure nobody was listening.
“There was one time when I was young and I lived at home with my parents and two sisters. I spied through my sister Suki's bedroom door and watched as she masturbated to some book she was reading, she was almost 20 and Sophie and I were just 16, we're twins. I looked on in awe as she bucked and shuddered through an orgasm then she suddenly looked up and saw me through the gap in the door. She didn't chase me back to my room or scream and scowl, but a couple of minutes later she walked into my room in her underwear as I was laying on my bed and she sat down on my chest. She wriggled herself into position so that her pussy was only inches from my face and I could smell her wetness. She slid her fingers down inside her knickers and curled them into herself. I was terrified by what was happening but mesmerized by her at the same time. She asked me if I would like a closer look and she said, “This is what I was doing while you were spying on me you nosy little bitch. When you discover what you've got down there you will do it too, but for now, this is just a taste.””
“She made you lick her,” I guessed, with my cock ready to burst.
“Not exactly,” Rita replied. “She withdrew her fingers and pushed them into my mouth. Then she climbed off me and left my room.”
Rita paused and took a breath a if she was about to continue, but she exhaled her breath and looked at me with a slight smile on her face from recalling the event. I couldn't quite believe what my son's mother in law had just confessed to me. I felt as though there was nothing she wouldn't tell me. Rita then dipped two fingers into her glass of water and then dabbed it onto the neckline of her dress and looked down at what she had done. I looked at her a little puzzled.
“I just need to see if this dress darkens when it's wet because right now I feel like I'm sitting in a fucking puddle,” she informed me.
“Oh and on the subject of my fucking standards, I'm not cheating on anybody here, you are,” she snapped, then she sat back and looked at me with a sarcastic grin on her face.
She was right of course.
“Well I don't know about you, but I'm done.” She sighed, looking at the plate in front of her. “I'm just popping to the ladies room.” She stood up, smoothed the creased fabric of her dress over her fabulous round ass and picked up her handbag.
“I'll meet you in the bar,” she whispered, and walked across the dining room with just a slight sway in her hips, her slender legs almost crossing with every step as if she were walking along a painted line on the floor. I rose to my feet and tried to conceal my hard-on under my jacket, as I made my way into the bar to carry on flirting hopelessly with the barmaid. After a few minutes I noticed her looking behind me at someone.
“I think your dessert is just coming,” she quipped.
I turned to see my beautiful Rita, her pearly white teeth dazzling through her freshly reddened lips. Calling off this affair wasn't going quite as I had planned.
I bought a bottle of wine and we made our way to the lift, once the lift doors closed and we were alone, Rita reached into her handbag and pulled something from it. She raised her clenched hand to my face and pressed whatever she was holding against my mouth. Instantly I could smell her sex and I knew it was her wet knickers that she wanted me to taste. I grabbed her by the waist and began to slowly slide the dress up higher and higher, at the same time I opened my mouth to allow her to stuff her wet underwear inside. Just as her ass was about to be revealed, the lift suddenly stopped at another floor. I quickly slid her dress back down and opened my mouth for her to remove her underwear but instead she placed her hand under my chin to close my mouth.
“Uh uh!" she ordered, waving her finger at me as a mother would do to a naughty child.
As the doors opened, Rita turned her back to me and stood in front of me, thankfully shielding my obvious erection, then she moved back slightly pressing the soft cheeks of her ass against it. Several people stepped into the lift and selected their floors on the control panel. The doors closed again and as the lift began to move, I could feel Rita clenching and relaxing her buttocks repeatedly against my cock. It felt incredible that this beautiful woman had not only gagged me with her cum drenched knickers, but was using her ass to wank me off while we were surrounded by complete strangers in a public place. I rubbed my tongue on her wet knickers and pressed the fabric hard against the roof of my mouth. She just tasted of sex, she tasted beautiful.
The lift continued with the same stop start motion and it soon became obvious to me that I would not make it back to my room without filling my trousers with the thick load that I had been desperate to release since Rita first walked into the bar. As the doors opened on the 7th floor, the last of the other guest stepped out leaving us alone once more.
As the closing doors returned our privacy, Rita spun round and slid her hand into the waistband of my trousers wrapping her delicate fingers around the head of my cock, then she slid her hand very slowly and tightly down the shaft. She had barely reached the base when the first thick stream of cum erupted over the waistband and sprayed onto her forearm. She pulled out her hand and stepped over to the other side of the lift just watching me as I leaned back against the wall, letting the rest of my cum pump right into my boxers.
The doors drew open at the 12th floor and feeling somewhat sticky and uncomfortable, I stepped forward to leave. Rita stood in front of me, raised her hand to my face and with her finger and thumb, pulled her knickers out of my mouth. She dropped them back into her handbag and stepped out of the lift in front of me, then we walked down the corridor to my room.
Once inside, I shrugged off my jacket, undid my belt and let my trousers fall to the floor then slid down my boxers to reveal a sticky mess.
“I'm gonna take a shower,” I said.
“Okay,” replied Rita with a grin, as she walked into the room and switched on the T.V.
Being with Rita felt almost too comfortable to feel guilty, it was like being with an extra wife. As I finished drying myself I couldn't help hearing screaming and shouting coming from the room next door.
“Can you hear that fucking racket”? I asked.
“Yes, I'm quite enjoying it actually,” she said as we both heard a loud SLAP!!, then another followed by another. The pace began to quicken until it seemed quite relentless and it continued for about 30-40 seconds, punctuated only by whimpers and shrieks until finally it stopped. After a few seconds of silence we heard;
“FUCK ME! FUCK ME YOU BASTARD!”
Rita raised her eyebrows at me as she walked past me into the bathroom.
“Go have a listen yourself and see if it does anything for this,” she cheekily suggested as she brushed her hand over my limp dick. “I'm gonna take a shower.”
I slapped her ass playfully and walked over to the bed. I lay there for several minutes listening to the events in the next room but actually found it more irritating than arousing. Then Rita appeared in the corner of the room and my blood began coursing through my veins and it seemed that the whole lot was surging toward my cock which started to grow rapidly at the sight of her. She had put on a sheer babydoll nightie with matching frilly knickers. Her make up had all been washed off and her wet hair looked slightly bedraggled. She was more than any man could resist and she was standing at the foot of my bed.
Rita pulled at the side of her frilly knickers and said, “I thought I'd better wear these as you don't want to fuck me anymore.”
She climbed onto the end of the bed on all fours and crawled up beside me like a lioness to her mate then slipped beneath the covers and snuggled up next to me with her arm across my chest. She rolled onto her back and tilted her head to look me straight in the eye. “Perhaps if I pop next door they might let me join in”. My frown told her of my disapproval. I threw back the covers and just looked at her, astonished at how beautiful and how sexy she looked.
“You like looking at me don't you?” she asked. “Why?"
“Mmmmmmm,” was all I could manage, so engrossed was I in the sight before me.
“Is it my breasts,” she said as she heaved a deep breath, then arching her back, she pulled the thin fabric tight over her well proportioned tits with her hands. Her hard nipples refused to be flattened and poked through the cloth defiantly, like acorns. She released her grip and her nightie and the neckline pinged back up her chest and the hem slid up her stomach to expose the top of her knickers.
“Is it my legs?” she said, raising both legs off the bed and pointing her glossy red toenails toes at the ceiling. Next she placed her hands on her hips she slid her fingers up the front of both legs until she could reach no further. Her hands moved to the inside of her thighs and she pulled her legs wide apart until they rested back on the bed. Her hands moved quickly to her pussy like two birds hurrying back to the nest. Rita squeezed and kneaded her labia through the sheer material, tilting her head back and stretching her neck as she did so. An unfamiliarly deep groan escaped her mouth as she exhaled.
“My cunt!...Is it my cunt that you like the most?” she almost shouted, and slapped at her swollen lips again and again with her right hand, her middle finger beating her clitoris. She stopped her punishing blows and rested her hand gently on her crotch, then slid it up past the waistband ans slowly slipped it into the confines of her knickers and began to slowly stroke back and forth through her wet slit. I could feel my own slippery fluid begin to ooze from the tip of my cock as I looked on completely hypnotized by this filthy angel.
She closed her legs and rolled onto her stomach, raising her perfectly fuckable ass into the air, wrapped in sheer fabric with five or six gathered frilly ribbons of material striped across her cheeks. I glanced up at her face to see that she was staring back at me and nipping the index finger of her right hand between her snow white teeth. Her left hand snaked down her back and slipped under the flimsy cloth to her now soaking pussy making her moan slightly as she slipped two fingers inside herself. She continued to finger herself for a minute or so before withdrawing her fingers back as far as her asshole where she carefully slid one inside.
“Is this what you like baby. Is it my ass that turns you on?" she inquired. “I put my knickers on because I know how much you like to see me with my hands inside them. After what Suki did to me when I was a teenager, I've struggled to keep my hands out of there,” she continued.
She slipped the second lubricated finger into her ass and let out a loud moan as she began to quicken her rhythm. Her right hand moved from her mouth and dove swiftly down to her cunt where she plunged as much of it inside as she could fit. I could see in her face that she was about to cum as her actions became more vigorous and aggressive.
The two fingers of her left hand remained plugged deep in her ass as she began to shudder through an almighty orgasm. She withdrew her other hand from her cunt and stuffed her sopping fingers into her mouth almost biting them through as another wave of pleasure ripped through her making her wince and moan. Once the wave had passed through her, she recomposed herself and began to fuck her pussy all over again but this time before she allowed herself to cum, she stopped.
“Kneel behind me," she demanded. Without hesitation I capitulated completely and I did as I was asked. I slipped out of my boxers and positioned myself behind her, my gaze fixed on the busy hand working on her tight asshole. She pushed back against me and reached between her legs. She slid her hand into the top of her knickers and out through one of the leg holes to find my stiff cock and slowly started to stroke it in long slow movements.
Next, she pulled my cock into her knickers through the leg hole so that from the front it must have looked as if she had a cock of her own. She then began to rub her pussy against the shaft of my cock making the thin fabric pull tightly over the end with every stroke. I started to pump my hips back and forth so as to further stretch her wet underwear over my knob. Suddenly I felt her start to cum quite gently and her orgasm seemed to go on and on as she continued to fuck her own ass.
Eventually her shaking subsided and she removed her hard working fingers from her rear and reached around to grip my rod. I pulled back slightly to help her retrieve what she sought and she pulled it up to her ass. I stared down through the thin mesh covering and began to slowly rock back and forward, loving the sight of my hard cock inside Rita's pretty frilly knickers. She began working frantically on her cunt with one hand while she tugged and squeezed her tits with the other.
“Fuck my ass, baby, I want to feel you in my ass.” She whimpered. “Please baby, fuck my ass.”
I pulled her knickers aside and positioned the head of my cock on her asshole. The moment she felt it there, she started to push back into me, reaching back to pull her ass cheeks apart eagerly trying to feel me inside her.
“AAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH,” she cried, as I slipped inside her rear. “That's it you cheating fucker, you know you can't stop. Screw your little whore in her ass.”
At first my strokes were slow and shallow so as no to hurt her but when she began to push harder and harder back into me, I knew exactly what she wanted. I fucked her hard and deep, ramming my cock hard into her tight little ass as far as it would reach. Rita slammed back into me with every stroke almost grunting as she did so. Gone was the guilt that I had mulled over earlier, along with any feelings of regret. I reached forward and grabbed a fistful of her wet hair and pulled it hard yanking her head back
“Fuck my ass you cheating bastard, FUCK IT!!” She yelled wantonly.
After only a few minutes her body began to twitch and spasm. I released her hair and she stuffed her face into a pillow to muffle her screams as another vicious orgasm ripped through her small body. She screamed and moaned loudly into the pillow as her body shook, clawing at the bed beneath her. The moment I could feel myself on the brink of my own climax I withdrew my cock from her asshole and rubbed it between her cheeks, then pulling the thin fabric tight over the end of my dick and watched triumphantly as stream after stream of thick cum filled her knickers. Rita began to laugh lightly and contentedly as she lifted her head from the pillow.
“So this is your idea of calling off the affair is it?” She chuckled. “No, I think you'll keep on fucking me as long as I want you to.”
I flopped on the bed beside her and stared straight up at the ceiling. She was right, I couldn't stop this if I wanted to, and why the fuck would I want to anyway.
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