Our host ushered us to the dining table and we all obediently took our seats, continuing the obligatory small-talk as we made ourselves comfortable. I’d noticed her as we sipped cocktails in the drawing room, tall and elegant wrapped in a long emerald green gown, with a revealing split at the side. Her matching heels accentuated her long legs and perfect bottom, and her cleavage and décolletage looked like fine china, which was perfectly framed by her long chestnut hair. I sat next to her, on her right.
“Good evening. I’m John and it’s a pleasure to meet you,” I said with a smile, as I reached out and touched her hand, noticing her wedding ring for the first time.
“Good evening, John. I’m Jessica and this is my husband Mark,” she said as she gestured at the guy sat opposite her. He briefly looked at me and gave me a disinterested nod, then quickly resumed his conversation with the older gentleman sat next to him. A subtle hint of disappointment briefly flickered in her gleaming green eyes before she regained her composure and smiled.
I looked down and noticed she had relaxed, her long shapely legs had parted slightly, and her dress had fallen open at the split, which meant I could just see the tops of her stockings. As I raised my gaze I saw that she had definitely caught me looking, yet she just smiled warmly before turning and talking to the woman sat to her left.
The first course arrived, along with more drinks, and I soon felt the warm and gentle confidence-giving buzz of the alcohol as we all started to eat. Without looking at her I lowered my left hand and, with the outer edge, touched her leg. She flinched slightly and looked at me, but said nothing and made no effort to move, so I placed my open palm fully on her thigh just above her knee.
This time she instinctively moved and gently held my wrist, but then paused, looked away and returned her hand to the table top, leaving mine resting on the warmth of her firm lower thigh. Emboldened by this indication to continue, I slid my hand gently up her leg, and noticed she parted her knees a little more as I did so. Nobody else noticed what we were doing, as the rest of the guests, including her husband continued to enjoy their dinner.
By now my cock was rock-hard in my trousers, and I moved my hand slightly inwards as I slid even higher. Glancing sideways I noticed her breathing had quickened, when suddenly I touched soft, smooth bare skin as I reached past the top of her stockings. Initially she had been trying to keep talking to other dinner guests, but now I could see she was focusing on keeping her composure. My eyes darted at her husband, to observe it was obvious he was too engrossed talking business and therefore oblivious.
My fingers must have been inches from her married pussy, and I could feel the furnace-like heat radiating from between her legs. Probably ten minutes had elapsed since I first took my chance, and I was finally rewarded with the touch of her silky panties, which were warm and soaking wet.
“Please excuse me for a moment,” she said, not to anyone in particular, and rose to leave the room.
I was startled and slightly disappointed, and quickly returned my hand to the table top, like a child that had been caught doing something they knew was wrong. Her husband didn’t ever bother to acknowledge her, and I cursed under my breath that such a self-centred prick could be married to such a gorgeous and sexy goddess.
She was only gone for a few minutes and when she returned we smiled at each other. As she sat down she positioned herself lower in the seat, which tilted her pelvis forward, and quickly opened her legs again under the elaborate dining table.
“I must say I’m enjoying this evening,” she said softly and gave me an almost imperceptible nod, which I accepted as permission to continue. I was initially puzzled by the pause and I studied the faces of those around me, but when I was satisfied discretion had been maintained, I returned my hand to her leg and wasted no time sliding towards her sex.
When I reached her pussy I was delighted to comprehend she had excused herself in order to remove her panties, granting me easier access to her smooth slippery labia! She was soaking wet, and moaned gently as my fingers slid between her lips and found her hard, erect clit. She gasped and moaned gently under her breath as I rubbed her blood-filled clit, and I even managed to push a finger into her married hole as she shifted slightly in her seat.
I could tell she was looking at me out of the corner of her beautiful eyes, and feeling deliciously devilish, I removed my fingers and subtly brought them to my lips and shuddered, savouring the taste of her warm juices as I looked over at her husband. I returned my hand between her legs and marvelled at how hot and wet her smooth, shaved pussy felt. She closed her eyes as I tormented her again, and as I managed to get a finger on each side of her clit, she finally lost control and groaned louder than I think she intended.
“Are you ok?” asked her husband.
“I’m fine, honey, just enjoying the food,” she said and I couldn’t believe how brazenly she was acting, particularly given the fact that my fingers were deep in her married cunt while she lied to her husband. I waited a few minutes before leaning over to her.
“Please wait a few seconds, then excuse yourself and follow me,” I whispered. I glanced around one more time to ensure we were not being watched, checked her husband was still oblivious, excused myself and walked slowly out of the room (trying to hide my erection!).
I found an empty side-room and waited until I saw her leave the dining room and follow me, then darted inside and waited. The moment she entered the room I closed the door and pushed her up against the wall, kissing her passionately. She pushed her tongue into my mouth and groaned as I reached under her dress, found her dripping-wet, smooth, married pussy, and easily pushed three fingers deep inside her. Meanwhile, she was frantically clawing at my trousers, trying to release my rock-hard cock.
My trousers were almost ripped open, and my hard seven-inch uncut cock sprang free, which she immediately grabbed and squeezed. She then sank to her knees, looked up into my eyes and took my cock into her mouth, past her perfect lipstick. I groaned loudly as she bobbed her head up and down, taking as much of my cock into her mouth as she could, while I stroked my fingers through her hair and held the back of her head. After a few minutes, I pulled her to her feet and pushed her back against a table. She rested her ass on the edge, opened her legs, and her dress fell open to expose her bald and glistening pussy to my hungry eyes for the first time.
“Fuck me now, before anyone notices we are missing,” she hissed and I rushed forward. She proceeded to pull and guide my cock to her sopping wet hole. As my cock touched the entrance to her married pussy I gasped at how hot and slippery she felt, and wasted no time pushing forward, sliding inside her easily, breaking her marriage vows. She reached around and grabbed my ass roughly as the tip of my cock touched her cervix. I withdrew, then slammed back into her hard, as we quickly established a frantic, carnal lust fuelled rhythm.
The heat of anticipation and urgency of our coupling, together with the sinful nature of the situation, must have been too much for her, as she groaned loudly, her head fell backwards and she came hard as I continued fucking vigorously.
“Don’t stop, you bastard, I’m cumming!” she exclaimed as her whole body shuddered, whilst I savoured the feeling of her strong vaginal muscles milking me as her pussy twitched and spasmed in orgasm. She seemed to cum almost continuously as I pounded her, with only small reprieves before her body started to tremble again, while her married cunt spasmed over and over.
Soon I couldn’t hold on any longer and I grunted as I pushed forward one last time and spurted my warm potent sperm deep inside her, splashing rope after rope against her convulsing cervix. As we climaxed together our legs buckled and only the edge of the table prevented us from tumbling to the floor. Finally my orgasm subsided and I withdrew.
“I’ve never cheated on my husband before, but that was incredible,” she mumbled, and I stood back to gaze at her well fucked body. Her hair was tousled, lipstick smudged, eye liner running down her cheeks and she had a steady stream of my potent semen leaking onto the carpet below where she was standing.
“Go back to dinner while I tidy myself up a little,” she hissed as I raised my trousers and folded my cock, still slick with her married pussy juices, back into my trousers.
A few minutes later we were both sat back at the dinner table, enjoying the main course. Her husband had hardly looked at her as she returned to her seat, though the woman to her left did give her a knowing glance and subtle wink. She avoided my gaze and chatted to other guests as I thought about my semen leaking out of her gaping, puffy slit, coating her inner thighs and no doubt the tops of her stockings, while she sat a mere couple of feet from her husband. My cock stirred again at the sinfully erotic thought.
After dinner she touched my arm as I busied myself working the room, making small talk. She quickly pressed a note into the palm of my hand, and kissed me gently on the cheek, saying her goodbyes to me and others in the room. I swore I could smell the scent of our frantic sexual encounter on her, while we were in such close proximity. While I watched her leave I waited patiently until I could retreat to somewhere more private, and to read the note she had slipped me.
“Call me when we can meet again. I want a second helping! Also, I’ve left you a present in the desk drawer…”
I snuck back into the room and opened the drawer, wondering what I would find. It was her panties, still dark and wet at the gusset, with her telephone number written on the label.
I raised the panties to my face and inhaled her intoxicating scent, before slipping them into my pocket and returning to the party…
To be continued…
