My vagina was in front of his face. I could feel his breath, on it. Then his tongue started sliding, licking and tasting me.

Let me start at the beginning...

New Year’s Eve

by Christine

I wanted to tell him I looked sexy, to pull me close, to actually see me. I’m sad to admit I had started seeking attention and have done things with others I’m not proud of. It’s not that I don’t love my husband—I do. But our sex life had become so planned and predictable.

Tonight was the first night out we’d had together in a long time, so I took extra care getting ready. When he finally glanced up, he muttered, “Is that dress new?”

It hurt. Pretending to fix my hair in the mirror, I murmured, “Yes.”

His response was a flat, “Oh, okay.”

I decided to give him the answer he should have offered: “How about, ‘You look good, honey!’ or ‘Hey, you look sexy!’”

“Okay, okay… you look good. Jeez, sorry. Now let’s go before we lose our reservation.”

I took a deep breath and repeated in my head: Have a good time. Let it go. Have a good time. My mood improved in the car. The drive was pleasant. We held hands and listened to the radio while I chatted about my usual New Year’s resolutions. We parked and went inside.

The restaurant bar was filled with a younger crowd. The maître d’ showed us to our table. The wine was excellent, and the Cobb salad I ordered was better than expected. As Robert told me about his ideas for the new year, I spent a lot of the meal half-listening, checking messages from friends and coworkers wishing me a Happy New Year. I took time to reply to them.

After a couple rounds of texts, I thought better of it, shut my phone, and looked at my husband. Now he was on his phone.

“We should go dance,” I slapped my phone closed loudly and repeated. “Hey, we should go dance.”

He mumbled, “I don’t want to.”

I picked up the wine bottle to pour myself more—it was empty.

“Fine. I’m going to get some more wine.” I picked up my purse and walked across the bar. I imagined pairs of eyes on me. I hung my purse just under the front of the bar.

“Excuse me.”

I turned around to see a man. He looked at least ten years younger than I.

“Hello, I’m Ethan.”

“Christine.” We shook hands.

“I saw you standing there. Christine, you look so beautiful, and it’s New Year’s… new year, new me. So I’m deciding to be bold and ask if I could buy you a drink.”

I laughed lightly. “Well, thank you, Ethan, but I’m here with my husband.”

“So I’d have to buy him one too,” he replied with a playful grin. “Where is the handsome husband?”

I nodded toward Robert, still glued to his phone at the table. When I looked back, Ethan was already receiving two glasses of champagne from the bartender.

“Please join me for a toast to the new year.” We clinked glasses. I noticed Ethan never stopped looking me in the eyes. “I’m sorry, Christine. I don’t mean to stare. It’s just that you seem to be the most beautiful, sexiest woman in here.”

I took another sip. Ethan continued. “I respect you. I respect your marriage. But I wouldn’t respect myself if I didn’t at least ask for one dance with you.”

I almost declined and returned to my husband, but he was so damn good-looking, and I really wanted to dance. I nodded.

He set our glasses down, took my hand, then guided me to the dance floor. We swayed together to a slow song that was ending, then another started—“No Ordinary Love.”

His hands moved to my hips and I put my arms around his shoulders. He held me tight around the waist. I took a step closer to him. We started dancing, looking into each other’s eyes. I forgot about everything. I moved in closer to him. He smelled good. I leaned into him, touching my breasts to his chest on purpose. I held him tighter, around the neck, still gazing into his eyes.

His hand slowly slid down from my hips to the curve of my ass. My arms tightened around his neck. Our bodies pressed flush together. Our noses touched.

I could feel my breasts becoming aroused and firm. He shifted his hard erection directly against my inner thigh. I readjusted, guiding him so it rubbed perfectly against my pelvic mound. His hands on my ass pulled me against himself. The sound of others counting down to the New Year was muffled in my ear. My eyes closed as his lips met mine. His tongue slipped into my mouth.

I rubbed myself wantonly against his hard cock, grinding on the perfect spot. He started circling his pelvis against mine. My pulse and breathing quickened. I turned my head into the side of his neck and muffled a moan, keeping my mouth shut tight.

I actually came on the dance floor—my pussy clenching as waves of pleasure hit me. The sound came out as a soft, suppressed whimper.

“Are you okay?” he said into my ear.

I nodded, gripping him tight. “Just don’t let go,” I whispered back as my orgasm faded and my grip on him loosened. I felt shaky.

“Well, that was embarrassing!”

“Don’t be embarrassed,” he said, his voice low and hungry. I wiped some of my lipstick off his bottom lip with my thumb.

“I really want to take you home with me.” I placed my hand on his firm chest, feeling the solid muscles underneath. Damn.

“Ethan, I need to... well, I need some air.”

“Come outside with me.”

I glanced toward the bathroom—the line wrapped around the corner. “Let’s go get some fresh air. Nothing wrong with that.”

He took my hand. As we passed the bar, I grabbed my purse off the hook. Ethan navigated us through the crowded bar, stopping right before the exit. He turned to a big bowl that held various cardboard Happy New Year’s tiaras and placed one on my head.

“There you go, my princess.”

I quickly texted Robert: “Going outside for a smoke, order some cheesecake. I’ll be back shortly.”

Outside, a haze of smoke hung in the air from people milling about. I hadn’t smoked in years. Ethan produced a fancy cigarette holder from his inside jacket pocket, offered me one, and lit it with a flip of his lighter. I took a long drag and coughed lightly.

“Christine,” he said, staring at me intensely, “how I’d love to take you home to my oversized four-poster bed and have my way with you all night.”

I took another drag, looking deep into his beautiful blue-gray eyes. “You’re one hell of a dancer, I’ll give you that. But you can’t be my reality—only a fantasy.”

He laughed, moving closer, his arm around my waist. His hand caressed from my waist to my ass. “Looks like your crown is a little crooked.”

I gave him a flirtatious smile. He straightened the cardboard “Happy New Year” tiara on my head. Dropping the cigarette, I stepped on it. He leaned in and kissed me sensually. I was lost in that kiss.

“Come home with me just for tonight,” he whispered.

Staring deeper into his eyes, I murmured, “You know I can’t.”

He kissed me once more. I pulled back slightly. “Well, if we will only know tonight, then follow me for one dance before this fantasy ends,” he said, nodding toward a dark alleyway at the edge of the bar.

I hesitated. “If we make it quick,” I whispered. “I need to get back.” He took my hand. We slipped into the darkness.

The alleyway was nearly pitch black. We bumped against a dumpster. A few feet past that, he spun me around and kissed me deeply. He guided me backward until I felt the cool brick wall behind me. He kissed from my lips to the side of my neck. My arms went around his neck as his hand explored and squeezed my breasts through the fabric of my dress, thumbs teasing my hard nipples. His erection pushed against my thigh.

Reaching down, I felt his hard length through his pants. Without thinking about what I was doing, I unlatched his pants, reached into his underwear, and felt his cock. It felt heavy and thick in my hand. I massaged the shaft as he pulled the top of my dress down.

His mouth covered my nipple and he sucked hard, his tongue moving around it. Then he moved to my other nipple, circling it with his tongue. As his hands pushed my dress up towards my waist, he lowered to his knee and pulled my thong down my thighs. I stepped out of them.

My vagina was in front of his face. I could feel his breath on it. Then his tongue started sliding, licking and tasting me.

I gasped, “AHHH.”

He stood back up, licked the palm of his hand, took his thick cock, and rubbed the swollen head up and down my wet slit. Instinctively, I raised one knee. He pushed forward. The fat head of his cock stretched my entrance as it pried inside me, staying there for a moment before, in one smooth thrust, he was completely in me. I gasped as his thick shaft forced my walls apart—deep enough to feel amazing but not uncomfortable.

He gripped my hips and ass, pulling me onto him as he started to thrust hard. Bouncing me against him, I used my inner muscles to milk his sizable young cock. He drove deep, held himself there, and I felt powerful jets of his warm cum exploding inside me—pulse after pulse flooding my pussy. He moaned like an animal.

“Oh fuck!” I yelled out, not caring who might hear, my pussy quivering around his cock.

His hands on my ass relaxed as he slowly slid his penis out. We both caught our breath while I adjusted my dress and he pulled up his pants.

“Amazing, Christine…”

I leaned forward, kissed him playfully, gently biting and sucking on his tongue. “Let’s get back.” He took my hand and led me out of the dark alley. “I wish I could keep you for the entire night.”

“I know, but I have to return to my reality and leave this fantasy behind. But this was the best start to a New Year I’ve ever had.”

“Are you sure you can’t come home with me?”

I thought for a moment. “Yes, I’m very sure.”

“Okay, my princess. Thank you for this short moment we shared. I’ll never forget it.”

“Me either.” He kissed me again, then I said, “I need to get back to my husband.”

He smiled. “Respect.” He took a few steps backward, still looking at me. “Remember, princess—you are beautiful and sexy.”

That enchanted feeling stayed with me as I re-entered the bar. I removed the New Year’s tiara and walked back to our table. Robert wasn’t at the table, which gave me time to check my appearance in my compact, making sure nothing was out of place. When I looked up, Robert was standing next to the table.

“Oh, there you are. Did you order some cheesecake!?”

“No, I don’t feel well and would like to go home.”

“I hope everything is okay.”

Robert silently nodded. On our way out, I slipped my arm over his shoulder and turned him towards me. I gave him a kiss. “Happy New Year, honey. Sorry we missed the countdown together—the line for the bathroom was ridiculous.”

After we got home, I wanted to take a shower and wash Ethan off of me. Robert looked at me as I was sliding off my dress.

“Do you wanna make love?”

“You know, honey, I am feeling crampy. It would be better if we just do it in the morning, and I really need to take a shower and relax.”

Robert quietly said, “Okay.”

I went to the bathroom and shut the door, finishing taking off my dress. That’s when I noticed—I had completely forgotten—my panties were gone. Oh shit! I left them in the alley! Damn. Oh well.

The water felt so cleansing. I washed my tired body thoroughly. I brushed my teeth and wrapped a fluffy towel around myself.

As I was walking out of the bathroom, Robert went in. I walked to my side of the bed. There on my pillow were my panties.

Robert knew.

Fuck!

I started crying as I sat down on the bed, feelings of guilt and shame washing over me.

Then I heard Robert’s voice. “What did you do?”

I covered my face, tears rolling down my cheeks. “I am so sorry!!! Please, I am sorry!! What have I done?”

Robert, still staring at me sternly, said, “I want you to tell me everything.”

I cried a bit more, caught my breath, and a floodgate of confessions came out of me—me at the conference, a few times staying late at work, and of course tonight. I expected him to yell at me, call me names, kick me out of the house, but all he did was step closer and ask for full details. I told him everything about the conference.

He lowered down to his knees, looking at me seated on the bed. He reached and opened my towel, leaning forward, his mouth covering mine. Kissing me while quickly taking off the remainder of his clothes, he lifted me up slightly, pushed me back farther on the bed, and got on top of me.

As he entered me, I wrapped my legs around him. He felt fuller than I’ve ever felt in a long time. Making love that night was passionate and wild. He had me ride him. He took me from behind.

For the first time in forever, I orgasmed before him, and it was long and strong, creating a tremble in my body. The sound of my husband moaning from the power of his orgasm filling me was incredibly sensual.

In the morning, I smelled coffee. I opened my eyes and Robert walked in holding a cup. He put it down on his nightstand. I started telling him that I would never ever sleep with another man ever again.

Robert told me that he had something to confess.

“I seem to enjoy watching you.”

“What?”

“I enjoy watching you with others and I have an idea, if you are open to it.”

“What do you have in mind?”

Robert picked up his coffee and took a sip, smiling at me with a cocky smirk.

To be continued...

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