Weeks drag by in a haze of family life repetition for Jasmine, her husband Frank's autopilot existence that takes her for granted, and the kids' daily routines. But she escaped each night, as her fingers snuck between her thighs, chasing the ghost of Will's thick white cock splitting her open, the memory making her pussy throb with unmet need.

As Jasmine folded laundry, her phone vibrated, its screen glowing with the alias she’d assigned to Will’s contact asking if she was alone and could call. She confirmed she was.

“Guess what? Last-minute work trip to Baltimore this Thursday,” Will said.

“Can you get away?”

“Fuck, no, I have a work dinner with clients,” replied Jasmine.

“After dinner?”

“Yes, that could work,” she said, smiling. It was good to hear his voice again.

"Where a sexy dress with a small pair of knickers, no tights. I want easy access," Will quipped.

"You're not naughty at all, are you?" Jasmine said with a quick laugh.

Thursday came round, Jasmine smoothed her sensible black sheath dress, the modest fabric hugging her curves and full breasts, a small black thong between her legs. Her legs were bare with her feet squeezed into designer black stilettos. Professional on the outside, but inside, she burned.

The sushi restaurant was buzzing. The evening started with cocktails flowing over small talk. Then Jasmine and her clients were escorted to their table, given menus, and told about the specials.

Jasmine caught the eye of a man sitting alone in the corner. Will Devlin, commanding in a tailored grey suit that stretched across his muscular shoulders and chest, his dark, tousled hair falling slightly over his forehead, stubble shadowing his strong jaw. His arms flexed as he lifted a glass of scotch to his lips, the ice cubes clinking softly. Those piercing hazel eyes locked onto hers across the crowded room, a predatory smirk, sending a shiver straight to her core. ‘What the fuck was he doing there?’ They weren’t supposed to meet until later. Now she understood why he had asked her to dress a certain way.

Jasmine’s makeup was bold and sultry—smoky eyes that screamed 'fuck me,' lips painted a deep red, glossy and plump, perfect for wrapping around his cock when the opportunity arose. She smoothed her dress, feeling the thin barrier of the thong between her skin and the world.

Will shifted in his seat, his broad frame drawing a few glances from nearby tables, but his focus never wavered. His hand dropped casually below the long white tablecloth, out of sight, and Jasmine's imagination ran wild—she pictured him palming the growing bulge in his pants, squeezing his thick cock through the fabric, his eyes devouring her sexy black body like he was already fucking her in his mind. The air between them hummed with unspoken depravity; every stolen glance felt like a rough finger teasing her slit through the thong, dipping in just enough to make her gasp, building the ache until her chest heaved and her nipples strained painfully against her dress. She caught him licking his lips, and her pussy clenched, craving the stretch of him inside her. She adjusted her posture, arching her back slightly to push her tits forward, knowing he saw, knowing it drove him crazy. 

The waiter came over and took their order. Jasmine then excused herself to use the ladies’ room, but slipped out a side door to the patio; she knew he would soon follow. The cool night breeze hit her overheated skin like a slap. It raised goosebumps on her bare arms and legs but did nothing to cool the fire between her thighs.

She fumbled in her purse for a cigarette, lighting it with shaking hands. Leaning against the wrought-iron railing, she stared out at the city lights twinkling in the distance, one hand subtly pressing against her mound through the dress and thong, rubbing in slow circles to ease the pressure. The friction was maddening, her clit swollen and sensitive against the wet fabric, but it only stoked the flames higher. Footsteps crunched on the gravel behind her, deliberate and unhurried, and her pulse spiked. There he was—Will, lighting his own cigarette with a flick of his lighter, stepping close enough that his broad chest brushed her back, his heat radiating through their clothes like a furnace, the stubble on his jaw grazing her neck as he leaned in. The scent of his cologne mixed with tobacco, masculine and heady, made her knees weak.

“Noticed that sexy black ass walk this way,' he growled low in her ear.

His free hand slid up her inner thigh under her dress without hesitation, his fingers hooking the thin strap of her small thong and yanking it aside, finding her sopping pussy immediately. Jasmine gasped, the cigarette tumbling from her fingers to the ground as she arched into his touch, her body betraying her instantly. His rough digits parted her slick folds with ease, plunging two fingers deep inside her clenching heat, the intrusion making her moan low and throaty.

“You’re so fucking wet for me already.”

Jasmine fell back against him as his thumb circled her swollen clit, her petite ass pressing into his crotch, feeling the hard length of his cock straining through his pants. Will dropped his cigarette and gripped her hip, holding her steady as he finger-fucked her harder, the wet squelching sounds obscene in the quiet night air, her juices coating his hand and trickling down her legs.

“I can’t wait another minute—need your big white dick stretching me now,” she whispered.

He withdrew his fingers abruptly, the sudden emptiness making her whimper.

“Toilets. Now,” he hollered, grabbing her wrist.

They burst into the dimly lit restroom, the door slamming shut behind them, the lock clicking with finality. No time for words or gentleness—Will spun her around, yanking her dress up over her hips in one swift motion, exposing her round, dark ass cheeks and the glistening pink of her pussy, the small thong pulled taut to the side. Jasmine braced her hands on the cool porcelain sink, spreading her legs wide, her toes curling against the soft leather insides of her heels. She watched their reflection in the wide mirror: her petite body bent forward, perky tits heaving with each ragged breath, his pale hands contrasting sharply against her rich brown skin as he gripped her hips like handles.

He unzipped his trousers, his thick, veined cock springing free, rock-hard and curving upward, the fat head glistening under the fluorescent lights.

“Gonna fuck you raw, just like you crave, fill you up till you're leaking my cum all night,”

He rubbed his bulbous tip along her dripping slit, coating himself in her arousal before slamming forward balls-deep in one brutal thrust. Jasmine cried out, a sharp, keening sound that echoed off the tiled walls, her pussy stretching wide around his invading girth, the burn mixing with pure ecstasy as his balls slapped against her clit. The sink rattled with the force of his first few pumps, Jasmine’s body jolting forward, tits bouncing wildly, still confined in her dress.

Will didn't hold back, pounding into her relentlessly, his hips snapping forward with animalistic power, each thrust driving deeper, hitting that spot inside her that made stars explode behind her eyelids. Pushing her ass back to meet him, her cheeks rippling with every impact, the wet smacks of skin on skin filling the small space, the sensation building friction that had her moaning louder as his pale cock disappeared inch by inch into her gripping hole, emerging shiny with her creamy juices, veins pulsing with each withdrawal.

She came fast and hard, her pussy spasming wildly around him, walls fluttering as she squirted in hot, forceful gushes that splashed onto his thighs, feet, and puddled on the floor beneath them. Jasmine's nails scraped the porcelain, her moans turning to raw screams.

“Deeper, own this married cunt, make me yours!”, she cried as another orgasm coiled tight in her belly.

Her body shook violently, pussy milking him like a vice, inner muscles rippling in waves that pulled him deeper. He thrust erratically now, grunts turning guttural, his control fraying as her tightness pushed him to the brink. With a final, savage drive, thick, hot cum erupted inside her. Panting, they locked eyes in the mirror, her dress still hitched up around her waist, pussy gaping slightly and twitching from the abuse, his dick softening, a string of cum dangling from the tip as he pulled out. Jasmine shivered, already craving the next violation of her carefully hidden life—the rush of casual, raw sex with this lover who owned her body without question.

"Let me help clean you up," Will offered, doing up his trousers.

Jasmine said on the toilet and threw her leg in the air. Will pulled off her shoe. She flexed her pale pink pedicured toes, the sticky remnants of her cum still glistening on her smooth calves and arches. Will leaned in close, his hot breath brushing against her ankle, then dragged his tongue along the curve of her foot, lapping up the salty warmth with slow, deliberate strokes.

She watched him as his mouth worked upward. She leant back, pushed both legs up as Will moved over and took off her second heel. He sucked gently to draw the fluid clean on her feet, before sliding higher to her calves. Will's tongue flattened broad, tracing the line of her muscle, collecting every drop with eager swipes. Jasmine shivered at the wet heat, her fingers threading through his hair to guide him, pressing his face deeper into her legs. He groaned against her skin, the vibration sending tingles up her body, as he devoured the evidence of their passion, inch by inch. After Will had finished cleaning Jasmine up, he slid her sexy stilettos back on her moist feet.

Individually, they slipped back into the busy restaurant; Jasmine rejoined her companions, who were concerned she been so long, but didn't know her well enough to question it. The first round of nigiri, sashimi, and maki arrived, and they settled into the platters.

Jasmine could feel the cum dried stickiness under her dress as she chewed on some fleshy pink salmon, while her pussy, still throbbed from the rough fuck. Will's eyes tracked her from his table, smirking as he ordered. She couldn’t wait to join him in his hotel room for round two.

Finally, the meal drew to a close, Jasmine wished her work group a pleasant evening and made her exit. She headed straight to Will’s hotel, where he waited eagerly.

Will lounged on the bed, shirt open over muscled chest, pants tented. She closed and locked the door, sealing out her oblivious life and diving into secret excitement. Heart pounding, Jasmine swayed closer, peeling off her dress. Her perky black tits bounced free, nipples hard. Will's gaze darkened. She shimmied it down her body, revealing the soaked black thong, then turned, bending to show her ass, thong strap vanishing between her cheeks. Kicking off her heels, she faced him, tugging the thong teasingly. She slid it down her body, exposing her dripping pussy—swollen lips glistening with juices and his cum, clit engorged. Naked now, her dark skin flushed, she stood vulnerable, pussy clenching.

Will walked over to her and knelt, gripping her hips, pulling her to his mouth.

“Gonna taste you,” he murmured, his breath hot, reaching her skin.

His tongue plunged deep into her cum-soaked pussy, lapping her clit. Jasmine moaned, knees buckling, stumbling onto the bed, legs splaying. He spread her wide, tongue spearing in, scooping mingled cum, vibrations humming.

“Eat that pussy!”

He fucked her with his mouth, sucked her clit, teeth grazing, juices smearing on his face, wet slurps filling the room. His fingers teased her asshole. Pleasure coiled tight, tits heaving, bodies trembling with craving. She knew soon he would be back inside her, filling her cavity, making her cum, orgasm. Leaving her soaking wet once more. Another few hours of fuckery before she would have to head home. It came around all too soon.

"It's that time again, isn't it?" Will said, lying in the meshy sheets of encounter, watching Jasmine's naked body get up.

"Time to say goodbye," Jasmine replied sorrowfully.

She walked to retrieve her clothes, her naked skin prickling in the cool air, pussy lips still swollen and slick, clit throbbing with residual ache. She stepped into her stilettos first, the height thrusting her ass out, making her feel like a whore on display.

"Are you gonna leave me your underwear again?" Will asked.

She did it last time they met. Was it now becoming their thing? She goes home sexed, wet and commando?

"Ok, if you want me to," she replied.

"Yes, I want you to leave with a wet, exposed pussy," Will demanded.

Leaving her thong on the floor, Jasmine stepped into her dress, tight black fabric sliding up her curvy thighs, hugging her hips without a barrier underneath. No thong to soak up the leak; her bare cunt pressed directly against the lining, juices smearing warm and sticky. She tugged it down, smoothing it over her ass, the hem barely covering her cheeks.

Jasmine and Will passionately kissed goodnight as she left the hotel room. Jasmine felt vulnerable yet empowered; her steps were deliberate, each one a reminder of her daring escapade. The dress brushed against her sensitive pussy, sending shivers down her spine. The elevator ride was a moment of solitude, a chance to gather herself. But her body betrayed her, her thighs clenching, seeking the familiar friction. She bit her lip, fighting the urge to touch herself, to relieve the building pressure. The doors opened, and she stepped out, her heart pounding, a mix of excitement and trepidation.

The night air of Baltimore enveloped her, a cool embrace after the heated encounter. Jasmine walked with purpose, her head held high, but her mind raced. The promise of more fueled her desire, and the guilt that came with it. Home awaited, a haven of normalcy, but her body craved the chaos of Will's touch. As she approached her house, her pulse quickened. Frank, oblivious, slept soundly, unaware of the storm brewing within his wife. Her children, Kay and Aaron, innocent, lay peacefully, unaware of their mother's secret desires. Jasmine's smile was a mask, a facade to hide the fire burning within. She stepped inside, her heart pounding, her pussy throbbing, a secret she carried with her, a reminder of the forbidden pleasure she sought.