Cheryl sat there while her husband droned on with his sales pitch to yet another group of prospective customers. Another dinner, another evening to get dressed up, looking pretty and then ignored. She took another sip of cabernet as she picked at her food. At least the wine was good, she thought to herself.

Her husband told her to outdo herself when she got dressed this evening. He said this was a really big opportunity for him and he wanted her to look alluring and sexy to relax his guests. It seemed like the only time Rob was interested in the way she looked was when she escorted him on one of these numerous business dinners. Tonight, her wavy shiny brown hair was pulled back showing off her diamond earrings that complimented her small diamond pendant that was nestled between her exposed cleavage. Her royal blue dress had a tied back halter-top with a plunging neckline revealing the top of her full breasts. Underneath, she wore a light blue strapless delicate lace bra with black panties. Finishing her outfit were black heels and black seamed stockings.

Cheryl remembered earlier this evening when she had put on some makeup and applied a nice red, but not too bold lipstick and stepped back and admired herself in the mirror. She looked good, she was a little curvier than she had been before kids but she was still pleased with the way she looked tonight, not too bad for a thirty year old mom with kids. If only her husband would pay more attention. She felt so sexy when she was getting dressed then. She even pinched and pulled at her nipples and started to dream about when her husband would attack her after work. Now as she was sitting at dinner, she could only dream about those days. Tonight, after dinner, if she were lucky, she would get a lingeringly goodnight kiss and maybe even a thank-you from Rob.

She was bored. Cheryl appreciated the discrete looks she was getting from her husband’s customers but none of them really excited her in any way. It did please her though when men stared at her exposed bosom or looked down at her plump full ass. They were just horny men to her and she was just eye candy for them.

Another sip of wine and she felt a slight buzz. The restaurant and the bar were crowded with people. Everyone seemed to be enjoying the evening except her. She felt trapped and time dragged on for her. She was lost in a daydream when she sensed someone was staring at her. She ignored it but the feeling got stronger. It felt like someone was probing her soul, her inner thoughts and her heart beat faster.

She looked up and saw a tall broad shouldered lean man dressed in a blue suit leaning against the bar staring at her. She met his gaze and he continued looking at her. His grey-blue eyes had a strange quality about them. They made her warm inside and felt like she was being put under a spell. He gave her a slight smile and her face grew flush. He was bold, she thought as she looked away. A moment past but it felt like an eternity and she looked again. He was still looking at her. She felt his grey-blue eyes take in her every feature and her body tingled from his gaze. She fidgeted in her seat as she looked away again. Then she realized this man’s gaze was making her wet and she bit her lip to prevent herself from moaning.

Cheryl looked guiltily at her husband. Rob was still engaged in the same boring business conversation with his customers. She needed him. She felt herself being pulled towards the man at the bar. Cheryl put her hand on her husband’s thigh hoping he could save her. He brushed it away and looked briefly at her annoyed and then returned to his sales pitch.

Cheryl resisted but then shyly glanced towards the bar again and the man was ordering a drink. She was disappointed not to see him still staring at her. Her imagination was racing with wild thoughts. She tried to push them from her mind and then she felt that burning gaze again. She was afraid to look back at him. How did he invade her thoughts so quickly?

She looked again and he was boldly staring at her again. Her body was becoming more aroused. A feeling she hadn’t felt in awhile. She watched this man’s lips as his tongue swirled over them, slowly and sensually. She wanted to feel those lips. She watched as he took a sip of his drink and then as his hand brushed his dark brown hair from his handsome face and then traveled down the length of his chest and stomach and settled on his silver belt buckle, his fingers pointing towards his crotch.

She stopped herself as she realized she was licking her lips while staring at his crotch and their eyes met again. She felt her nipples harden as she noticed him motioning her towards the restrooms in the back of the restaurant.

“Meet me,” his lips motioned silently.

Cheryl’s desire was increasing with each passing moment. Her warm juices had soaked her panties.

“No!” she pleaded silently, all too aware that her husband was just an arm reach away.

“Yes, now!” he whispered forcefully. She thought she could even hear his words even though she couldn’t. He got up and started to make his way to the bathroom.

“Honey, excuse me. I need to use the restroom,” Cheryl said to Rob, not believing that she was getting up. She was drawn to him like a thirsty animal is drawn to water even as the lions lurk in the brush.

Cheryl lost sight of him as she weaved between the crowds. The bathrooms were in the back down a hallway, she walked past the men’s room when she heard a voice, “Keep walking, and go through the exit door.” His voice was smooth, deep and confident.

She noticed the exit door off to one side and pushed the door open. It opened to a messy alley. She turned around and felt his lips against hers. No hello, no introduction, just wanton lust from him! He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against his hard body.

She pushed back and whimpered, “No,” as her lips opened and welcomed his probing tongue. His hands slid under her dress and cupped her soft round ass cheeks as their kissing intensified. His swollen cock pressed against her crotch. She wanted to resist but her body was on fire.

“I want you,” he whispered as he kissed her neck causing goosebumps.

“Why me?” she moaned as his fingers brushed the edge of her soaked panties.

“I sensed your pent up need. Your husband wasn't paying any attention to this beautiful woman sitting next to him,” he replied before kissing her again.

"Beautiful?" Cheryl then gasped as he pulled her panties down and his fingers slid over her bushy mound and spread her lips.

“I can’t, not here!” she pleaded as he untied her halter-top revealing her hard thick nipples poking through her delicate blue lace bra.

“Feel my lust,” he command as took her hand and placed it over his bulge.

“Oh yes!” she gasped as she involuntarily squeezed it eliciting a moan from her suitor. She fumbled with his belt and pants while he pushed her bra down and kissed her breasts.

“So beautiful,” he mumbled as he sucked, kissed and pulled each nipple. He pushed her against the wall as he continued sucking on her breasts and nipples. He unclipped her bra and now she was just standing there with her stockings and heels. She looked down at the outline of his hard shaft and his cock head poking out of his underwear gleaming with pre-cum. She shuddered with pleasure as his fingers again pressed against her pussy walls while his thumb circled her clit. He was rough, he was determined to have her and she loved it. Her hand reached out and caressed his shaft and exposed cock tip and felt his hot pre-cum.

Then it happened, her knees buckled as her first orgasm made her tremble. His kisses travelled downward and then his hot lips enveloped her pussy lips, sucking on each one at a time.

“Oh fuck!” she screamed as his tongue circled her clit and he finger fucked her hard with two fingers.

“Fuck me!” she urged as she pulled him up. She needed him badly. She grabbed his hard shaft and placed it against her slit. “So hard,” she moaned as her fingertips teased his shaft and tip.

“My slut wants to be fucked, doesn’t she?” he teased as his cock rubbed over her slit.

“Yes!” she panted as she thrust her hips against his body.

“Fill my cunt with cum,” she pleaded as his cock tip parted her wet pussy lips. The words surprised her but she needed his cock and cum.

He pushed hard, ramming his cock deep inside her. His hand spread her cheeks and pressed her against the wall as his thrusts got harder.

They kissed and her hands pressed against his tight ass.

“Harder,” she urged.

He felt his orgasm approaching and then he exploded inside her. She gasped at the intensity of his orgasm as his body rippled with pleasure and relief. Then she was hit with another powerful orgasm of her own. They held each other tight as their orgasms washed over them.

A few moments had passed and then he pulled out. His limp cock covered with their juices. Cheryl knelt down and licked his cock and massaged his balls while his fingers caressed her hair.

She licked him clean but left a trace of her lipstick on his cock, she got up and they embraced and kissed again sharing the taste of their cum. They stepped back and both laughed and giggled at how silly they looked. He still had on his suit jacket and tie on while his pants were down by his ankles and she just had on her stockings and heels.

“Nice bite marks,” he said admiring his earlier lustful kisses and bite marks on her boobs. “I would be interested in how you are going to explain that to your husband.”

Cheryl looked down at her breasts and noticed the red marks he made and it sent shivers down her spine.

“Your nipples are getting hard again,” he growled as he reached out and pinched them.

“No, I have to get back to my husband,” she moaned as she watched his cock grow.

“Turn around, now!” he ordered abruptly.

Cheryl turned around and faced the wall and heard him step out of his pants and saw him out of the corner of her eye removing his jacket and shirt. The anticipation made her wetter.

“Put your hands against the wall.”

“Such a sexy ass,” he whispered as his growing shaft nestled between her ass cheeks as he kissed her sweaty neck. His hands forced her legs wider apart and his fingers rubbed against her pussy filled with cum and her juices.

Then as he rubbed his shaft against her ass crack she felt his wet fingers circled her rosebud.

Her eyes opened wide when she realized what he had in mind, “No, I never...” she whimpered but she never got to finish her sentence since he shoved her soaked panties into her mouth.

She gasped from the panties and the sensation of his fingers pressed against her rosebud. She smelled her arousal from her panties and she remembered his thick cock inside her and she smiled blissfully.

“Relax,” he whispered as he replaced his finger with his wet cock tip pressed against her and slapped her ass producing a muffled moan as she tensed up.

She groaned as his cock firmly pressed against her rosebud and then slipped inside. She felt lightheaded and weak from both the pain and the pleasure. Soon the pleasure was overwhelming as he slowly sunk deeper. She pushed back against his shaft wanting all of it.

“You like it my slut?”

Cheryl nodded and then lost all control as he fingered her clit while fucking her ass. Her hips buckled and thrust against him with such force that he almost fell down. Faster, harder, he went. His balls slapped against her ass. Her breasts bounced up and down. He slapped her ass again with his free hand and he moaned as she squeezed her ass muscles tighter around his cock.

“Oh yes!” he cried as he emptied his cock inside her ass and cupped her breasts as he pumped her full of creamy hot cum.

“Wow!” he finally commented as he pulled out. Cheryl felt used and alive, sweat was dripping down between her breasts and cum was dripping from her ass and pussy but she didn’t care.

He picked up her bra and crumpled dress and handed them to her.

“The panties are mine,” he smiled as he pulled them from her mouth. “Something to remember you by.”

“No please, I will be dripping cum on my seat and dress all night long,” she begged.

“Do you want me to take your bra as well?” he sternly asked.

“No,” Cheryl replied. Deep inside she was pleased he wanted them.

“What is your name?” she asked as he opened the exit door for her once they got dressed.

“I don’t think you need my name,” he grinned as he smacked her ass and let her in first.

She did a quick check in the bathroom and straightened her ruffled hair and reapplied lipstick and makeup. Her dress was slightly dirty and the bite marks were at least hidden for now by the dress and some makeup.

She walked back to her table, saw her husband and got nervous. She tried to think of an explanation of why she was gone so long but her husband barely acknowledged her return. Cheryl took another sip of wine and sat back and relished both the taste of the wine and the feeling of her body being alive and filled with cum.