Hot wife at the work function part 1.

From the HW perspective:

My husband has always loved the idea of me being a hot wife and has pushed me to sleep with other men for a long time. I’ve taken advantage of his generosity a few times, but to no avail: I haven’t had an experience that’s really blown my mind.

Until…

My mid year work function last year, with all the offices coming together to celebrate our collective success. We were at a very exclusive, high end hotel. Morale was high, drinks were abundant and everyone was dressed to the nines. I was getting myself a glass of champagne, when I felt someone’s eyes on me. I looked to the right and saw one of the most striking men I’ve ever seen. Tall; maybe 6”3, piercing green eyes, perfect, long, straight nose and a shaved head. Just. My. Type.

I looked at him with a flirty smile and held up my glass of champagne, cheersing him from across the bar, before turning and walking away, knowing he would be watching. I looked incredible in this tight black semi sheer gown, my pert ass and tiny waist accentuated.

I pull out my phone, immediately texting my husband. “I found him. Get the house ready.”

An hour or so passes and I see him finally approaching me. I excuse myself from the conversation I’m in, moving toward him. Knowing words won’t matter, our attraction to each other is insurmountable. He says hello, and introduces himself. I do the same. He says, “I heard you were married..? I asked around.” I take my time before I answer, sipping my champagne and holding his gaze. I say, “I am. Are you ready to come home with me? I’ve already told my husband to make himself scarce.” His mouth opens a little, and I notice a shift in his energy… and a shift in his pants. I slide in front of him, blocking myself from the others view, place my hand on the front of his fly, feeling his hard cock. He groans and nods, taking my hand and walking to door. I see my colleagues mouth drop, and I wink at her, not giving a fuck what she thinks. I need this man.

We barely make it to the elevator before his tongue is in my mouth, and his hands are all over my body. His movements are rushed and a little clumsy, like he needs me now, not a second later. I know he wants me as much as I want him. I hitch up my dress and guide his fingers to my pussy, feeling how wet he makes me. He pulls me close and once again, I feel his erection through his pants. I can’t wait to feel this man’s throbbing cock fill me up. To my dismay, we reach the ground floor.

The elevator door opens and I pull down my dress, trying to hide the evidence but not really caring who sees. We head outside and I spot our ride. He opens the door for me, like a gentleman, acting like barely a minute ago his fingers weren’t inside of me. He gets in beside me. I say to the driver, “Hi honey.” And kiss him on the mouth.” This is the man I was telling you about. Don’t mind us, eyes straight ahead please.”

To be continued…