She was so intoxicatingly beautiful, she had constantly lived in my fantasy life for years.  Not that anything would come of it, I knew–she was happily married. But I couldn’t help feeling like she was flirting with me, every time we ran into each other.

 And, that happened fairly often–I was her husband’s boss. I was a good 20 years older than she was, but I found myself always thinking about trying to look good, to stay in shape, to look attractive–for her. Her name was Angela, and she was so much more than a beautiful woman.

 She was so goddam sexy–an incredible body, gorgeous full breasts, a beautiful smile. Quite honestly, I absolutely lusted after Angela, and after a number of years of just engaging in wishful thinking, I made my decision–I had to have her.

Then came the day that I had a chance to “go for it." Through the grapevine, I had heard that Angela and her husband had gone through some difficulties, some emergencies, in their private life–things that had put a strain on their finances, and on their marriage. But I was planning a way to help them both out—I wanted her to think of me as the hero.

 Angela and her husband were invited to New York, first class and at company expense. They were told only that it was important business, a big opportunity. I booked them a luxurious suite at a fancy Manhattan hotel, and greeted them when they arrived. 

 “So nice to see you again!” Angela greeted me–though I could tell that both of them were wondering what all this was about. I escorted the two of them to their suite, and they looked a bit surprised when I told them that it was a 2-bedroom suite that I’d be sharing with them. We had business to discuss, after all.

Then I gave them the big news: Angela’s husband had a huge new business opportunity, a promotion, that would take him to Europe every couple of months, and for a huge increase in salary. This was the good news, and they both seemed very pleased. The surprise, though, was what I told them next: they had a 3-night stay booked in New York, and Angela would be staying here. But arrangements had already been made for her husband to catch the next flight out of JFK--he was heading to London, tonight!  

I told them that this was the first step in getting him acclimated to the new job, and a chance for Angela to get a taste of one of the really nice perks of the new job: every time her husband went overseas, Angela would be wined and dined and enjoy the sights of some exotic city, wherever her husband went. This time, it wasn’t possible–his trip would be 100% business. Angela, however, could stay in New York and I would be her host, her guide, for this trip.

Soon enough, the company limo came to pick him up, and he was off to start the new phase of his career–and I was alone with this beautiful woman, sharing a hotel suite and about to take her out to one of New York’s great restaurants. It was a wonderful evening with a beautiful woman, and we enjoyed a long and delightful conversation, throughout dinner and then back in our suite, where we enjoyed a few drinks and a long talk.

At long last, we said goodnight and decided it was time to retire to our own bedrooms. We were both a bit tipsy, and I told Angela she didn’t seem too steady on her feet. I helped her to her feet, and I was right; as she turned to walk toward her room, she twisted her ankle a bit and fell.  

 She assured me she wasn’t seriously hurt, but asked me to help her get to her bed (this was certainly my fantasy!) Of course, I had no intention of taking advantage of an injured woman, but she was very grateful and gave me a kiss on the cheek as I helped her to her room. I told her I would get some ice to put on her ankle, and that I’d be right back.

When I got back, I had the shock of my life – Angela was lying face down on the bed – completely naked!  She looked up at me and smiled, thanking me for being so helpful for her husband’s career, and so kind in trying to help her out with her “injury."

“I’m sure you’ve guessed by now – I’m not really hurt!” Angela laughed at the shocked look on my face.  “But I know a few things about you–I see the way you look at me, I’ve known about your attentions for years! But this weekend isn’t your opportunity, mister–it’s mine!”

Now I was really shocked, as Angela went on to explain that she had been lusting after me every bit as much as I’d been hungering for her. This weekend wasn’t just my chance–it was a chance for both of us! Angela was as hot for new sexual adventures as I was, and I was the chance she and her husband had been looking for. I was their meal ticket, a chance for financial security. As for Angela's lust for wild new sexual escapades, it was obvious that I was being used–and I didn’t mind one bit!

 She said, “I’ve always dreamed of getting a massage in a 5-star hotel–why don’t you make me forget about my hurt ankle?  My shoulders and back could use a good rub down!”

And so it began–Angela’s amazing body was right there, gloriously naked, and she was inviting me to put my hands on her. I had hoped for a chance this weekend to seduce her, and now she had turned the tables and was inviting me to do exactly what I’d longed for, for years!

It started out as a real massage. Angela groaned approvingly as I rubbed her shoulders, her back and her thighs. Soon she spread her legs invitingly and just smiled and said, “Don’t stop there, keep going”.

My hands roamed all over her gorgeous round ass, and I began to see that her pussy was dripping–she raised her ass up a bit to give me better access and just moaned, “Please – please!”

In no time at all I had two fingers deep inside her gushing wet pussy, her hot cream covering my hand. Soon she had rolled over onto her back, and I smothered her incredible breasts with kisses as I continued my urgent finger-fucking. Sucking her beautifully hard nipples made her cry out in passion, and she could see that my cock was fucking rock hard by now.

“I want you," Angela said. “I want to taste you, and I want you to taste me”. Soon I was on the bed with her, naked, as she pulled and stroked my swollen cock and fondled my balls. She pushed me onto my back and climbed up over me, straddling my shoulders with her sexy thighs. She moaned and spread her legs as she lowered her pussy onto my face–I had never experienced anything so incredibly hot and wet and passionate. 

Angela’s hot pussy poured out wetness onto my face. I licked and sucked at her clit and pussy lips, and began probing her wetness with my tongue. I could feel her hot breath on the head of my cock, and thrust my hips upward, dying to feel her wet mouth on me.

It’s amazing that I didn’t cum in two minutes as we got into an amazingly sloppy 69—Angela was slobbering and moaning all over my cock, taking it deep into her mouth. I tongue fucked her madly until her body was shaking–we both needed to cum.

Finally, neither of us could take it any more. “FUCK ME!” she cried out, crawling off of me and staying on her knees. “Give me that fucking cock!”

I got behind her, on my knees, and marveled as she reached back between her legs, fingers grabbing at my cock and balls, desperately wanting me inside her.

I grabbed her by the hips and just hoped I could keep myself from cumming right away–Angela was SO goddam HOT! I slammed that cock deep inside and she just kept telling me to fuck her harder, faster, deeper. I was amazed by how passionate she was, how hot she was to have me give it to her as hard as I could. Her beautiful ass and naked back were right in front of me, and her incredibly round and beautiful tits rocked and swayed beneath her as I slammed her as hard as I could.

Angela’s orgasm had been building as I ate her pussy, and now she exploded. “Yes, yes–don’t stop, fuck me HARDER!” She came and came all over my swollen cock, her hot pussy cream coating my shaft, oozing out of her until it was dripping from my balls.

Finally, she had cum long and hard, but seemed to want more. She pushed me down on my back, my hard wet cock straight up, and said, “I just LOVE to clean up my own mess!” I watched, amazed, as she licked up all of her own wetness from my cock and balls, moaning with approval at the taste of her own pussy. 

I didn’t last long. After cleaning her hot creamy wetness off of me, she began to jack off my cock and suck hungrily at the swollen mushroom head. Occasionally stopping to plunge my cock into her throat, she went right back to pumping hard on my wet sloppy shaft.

It was a massive explosion–she absolutely drained my balls. Sucking hard and noisy and messy on my cock head as she pumped the shaft, I groaned and let her know I was cumming. My first hot shots of cum were lapped up by her eager lips and tongue, then she smiled that beautifully dazzling smile as she milked my cock and enjoyed the show, as long streams of cum splashed all over her throat, and all over those AMAZING hot tits. The sight of my cum dripping from her hard nipples was so fucking exciting that I stayed hard for the next hour.

That is, the hour-long hot shower we took next, as we let our hot soapy hands roam everywhere across each other’s bodies. We kissed, caressed, and made sweet hot love in that shower, then collapsed in each other’s arms, naked in bed, until morning.

The next day, we both agreed that sightseeing in New York, going out on the town–none of that was necessary. Ordering up room service, and staying in bed all day, seemed like a much better plan.

As the months went by, I realized I had been played–I never had a chance of seducing Angela. She was much too smart to let herself be taken advantage of. But she knew a good opportunity when she saw one, and helping her husband work his way up the corporate ladder was definitely their big chance. Every time her husband headed out of the country, Angela went along. And I made sure that I was always there, helping with the business side of things, but only part of the time.   

The rest of the time, I’d always have time for Angela during the day, and made sure to schedule an overnight “side trip” for her husband. I always assured him that I’d “take good care of Angela” while he was off to visit some factory site or meet some executives in a neighboring city.

The actual truth, of course, is that it was Angela who was taking care of me. Her raw sexual energy seemed to have no limits, and I ended up being completely drained after every trip.

And she was, of course, taking care of her husband. She knew that I lusted after her and would do anything I could to keep her and her husband happy. I definitely did that, and Angela made sure that my enthusiasm for her never faded. As the months and years went by, she kept doing things to surprise and excite me.

Our next trip will be to lovely Italy in the spring time. While Angela and I will be enjoying the wonderful sights in Naples, I predict that her husband will need to take a long "side trip" to Rome--I'm thinking he'll be away for maybe three nights!