A Night at the Theatre

Cos I want to fuck you tonight and then hand you back to your husband. You would like that, wouldn't you? XXX

I was shocked by the sudden lewdness of Steve's text. As I sat half watching the play Jeremy reached out for my free hand and gave it an almost paternal squeeze. I thought about Steve's crude text some more and I found that I was getting turned on. I began busily texting.

I would. I want you to fuck me. I will come to your room after the show. XXX

My heart was pounding. I could not believe what I'd just agreed to. My thoughts feasted on the possibilities and my mind wondered from the play. It was not until the curtain came down and the lights went that I was brought out of my reverie. Standing among the throng of theatre goers in the bar I turned to Jeremy.

"Darling, I'm so sorry. I seem to have left my mobile phone in Jenny's room at the hotel. Can we go back after the play and pick it up?"

"Of course." And he drained the last of his gin and tonic before I followed him dutifully for the second half of the performance. Cocooned in the darkness of the auditorium my mind fed off the fantasy I was about to indulge myself in. The wantonness of the acts I wanted to be subjected to stirred my loins and I squeezed the inside of my thighs in attempt to alleviate the urges pulsing between my legs.

As we pulled up to the front of the hotel Jeremy turned to me and said, "You seem rather quiet tonight. Are you still upset because I forgot the tickets and abandoned you at the hotel?"

"Not at all, darling. If you want to park up somewhere and wait in the foyer I shouldn't be too long." I leaned over and gave Jeremy a kiss on the cheek.

I made my way to the lift. The lobby area was now quiet and I entered the lift alone and made my way up to the third floor. In the lift I checked my appearance in the full length mirror, applying more lipstick and a dab of perfume on my wrist and in turn behind my ears. My stomach was tense with anticipation and I thought my heart would pound out of my chest as I walked up to Steve's door. I knocked lightly pressing my ear against the door. I needn't have bothered. Steve's voice boomed, "Come in!"

I opened the door and walked in. Steve was dressed in a short white towelling robe as though he had recently stepped out of the shower.

"Hi." I said. "I told you I'd come back."

"I thought you would. Where's your old man?"

"Downstairs waiting in the lobby area."

"What did you tell him?"

"I said I'd left my mobile in a friend's room."

"A friend?" he uttered with incredulity.

"I happened to meet an old friend earlier this evening as we arriving for dinner," I said matter of factly.

Steve went over and lay on the bed and looked up at me.

"Undress for me...but leave your stockings and heels on."

The thought of stripping for a man began to turn me on. This was like an extension of work; I want something – in this case sex instead of status – and I was using my sexuality to get it. I felt empowered entering into this contract with a man I hardly knew.

Slowly I unhooked the straps of my dress over my shoulders and let it fall around my ankles. I looked down coolly at Steve, putting my weight on my right leg and placed my hands on my hips. Steve's robe and fallen open and he was dispassionately running his eyes up and down me while methodically working his gripped hand up and down his semi-erect penis.

"Take your bra off."

Keeping my eyes on his I reached round my back and unclipped my low cut bra and flung the flimsy black lace in the direction of his groin, my hands returning to my hips. Eyeing my breasts he said appreciatively, "Very nice too"

"I'm so glad, sir, approves," I retorted mockingly.

"Don't be sarcastic," he rounded, "Now the knickers..."

Bristling at his directness I replied, "A little politeness goes a long way."

"Listen, love, we both know we ain't got no time for any niceties...now get your fackin' panties off like a good girl."

Steve's accent had become more pronounced, the tone more commanding. My indignation at being spoken to in such a way caused me to hold my feisty pose.

"Or d'ya need a little coaxin'."

With that Steve got up from the bed and strode purposefully towards me, his robe falling apart allowing his substantial penis to swing pendulously as he advanced. Grabbing hold of me he pressed his mouth against mine, once more working his large tongue forcefully into my mouth. His hand immediately took hold of my right breast, groping it fanatically before working his thumb and first finger over the nipple and squeezing it forcing me to yelp.

The same hand now fell to the waistband at the front of my panties which he pulled out and downwards. With increasing pressure the elasticated band bit into my rear and hips until the flimsy material stretched and eventually snapped away in his hands.

"Now suck me!" he ordered.

As if to reinforce his instruction Steve put his hands over the top of my head and pushed me down. Falling to my knees I found myself facing again his enormous manhood which was still semi-flaccid. Cupping Steve's balls in my hand I took his whole cock in my mouth and commenced sucking vigourously on his length. With every movement I could feel him harden and expand on my tongue. I had never experienced such strong animal desire in me or anyone else before.

"Get on the bed," Steve commanded, pulling me up from under my arms.

Pushing my face first across the end of the bed the momentum partly unbalanced me and in trying to steady myself I ended up on my hands and knees. I felt Steve's hands grip either side of my hips and then his knee finding a position between my legs and knocking them further apart. Before I knew anything one hand left my hip and a moment later I felt a bulbous smoothness press itself against the lips of my pussy.

Mentally I registered its circumference against what I had been used to accommodating in the last 10 years. Oh God, how I wanted to be filled, how I wanted to feel that sweet pain again, punishing me for my cravings, for always wanting more. I had stopped breathing in anticipation of the pending invasion.

Steve massaged the head of his cock against my pussy, slowly forcing the lips apart, allowing my wetness to lubricate his passage. His gentle nudging forced me open and millimetre by millimetre I met his progress with short snatches of breath. Within a minute he had advanced several inches into my tight hole whilst gripping a whole hand round the base of his cock, his curled fingers I could occasionally feel brushing against my ass.

"Is that good?" I heard him ask in a caressing tone.

"Oh yes."

No sooner had I replied than suddenly he thrust all of himself in one motion deep inside me, gripping my hips and pulling me simultaneously into him. My eyes closed and all I could see was a red blur. In a nanosecond I was delighting in the excruciating pleasure of being impaled on this stallion of a man.

The sheer helplessness was new and surreal and made me want to abandon myself to whatever Steve wanted. Letting me recover my senses he began to slowly move backwards and forwards in me, allowing me to relax and feel his girth slide between the walls of my vagina.

The strokes became more rhythmical enabling me to pant for much needed oxygen. To reinforce his authority Steve pushed my shoulders down so that my arms were outstretched in front me across the bed with my face buried in the bed cover as he forced himself deeper inside me.

"Is that better?" Steve uttered, himself now breathing heavily.

"Oh God, yes. Fuck me harder," I pleaded.

After a few more thrusts I began to feel the onset of an orgasm and my hands grasped tightly the bed sheets. Sensing this Steve withdrew his cock so that its head was just an inch or so inside me.

"Please fuck me," I yearned.

"Not until you phone your hubby," he stated coldly.

"What?"

"Get your phone." My handbag was lying on the bed next to me. Without moving our positions I reached inside it and pulled out my iPhone. I turned my head slightly so as to indicate that I was awaiting Steve's next command.

"Phone your husband now and tell him...tell him you'll be down in a few minutes."

As I worked my way through the address book on my mobile to locate Jeremy's number Steve began thrusting inside me. I called my husband's mobile and within a few rings he answered.

"Where on earth are you?" he sounded exasperated and impatient.

"I'll be with you in a few minutes...just...chatting...sorry," I said biting my lower lip as I felt myself being fucked from behind by some hunky cockney misogynist. As I ended the call Steve began thrusting faster and in casting my arms aside I flung the phone away as I abandoned myself to the orgasm that was ripping through my body.

"Oh yessssss," I hissed as the bed began to rock with every deep penetration from Steve's cock, the head of which was pounding against my womb.

"You posh birds love a bit a rough, don'tcha?" Steve gasped leaning over my shoulder and with a several more firm thrusts into my rear he groaned out his own orgasm. In the afterglow of my own climax I felt a wave of hot sperm cascade inside me, bathing my inside with his seed. Steve's large frame collapsed on top of me and for about a minute we lay still each taking in what had happened that evening.

Steve was first to push himself upright and as I manoeuvred myself on to my side he was just finishing tying the belt of his robe. Smiling wanly he immediately bent down on the floor to recover my dress and underwear. I took them into the bathroom, locked the door behind me and stared in the mirror at my unkempt appearance. I turned the cold water tap on and quickly washed, cleaned up and reapplied my make up.

Speedily I put on my clothes and, after taking another check in the mirror, reappeared a few short minutes later before Steve. He stood holding out my handbag and we looked at one another for a few moments. I took my bag, leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the lips.

"Thanks for a fantastic evening," he grinned. We both knew this was the last time we would meet.

"Thank you," I smiled in return and left the room.

In the lift I looked again at my reflection in the mirror. The person peering back did not seem to be me. I smoothed down my dress and turned my head at various angles to assess my appearance and make up. The lift's bell heralded the ground floor and as the doors opened I immediately saw Jeremy striding up and down the lobby.

"For Goodness sake," he launched as I stepped out, "What on earth kept you?"

"Sorry, darling, we were just catching up on the gossip."

Silently we walked the short distance to the hotel car park and got into the Jag. Jeremy nosed its long bonnet into the late night traffic and it struck me for the first time, with its smell of leather and cigars, just what an old man's car it was. I, on the other hand, had behaved that evening like an oversexed student and I was shocked by the sudden chasm that now existed between my husband and me. This was just an aberration, I told myself, a momentary lapse brought about by my heightened emotional state. If Steve called or texted, which was unlikely, I would not respond.

By the time the Jag's wheels crunched their way up the gravel drive of our Cheshire home I had exorcised the evening from my mind. By the time I pulled the light chord above the mirror in our en suite bathroom the atmosphere between Jeremy and I had eased somewhat. Everything seemed normal again as I slid under the cool sheets next to Jeremy; he in his paisley patterned pyjamas and me in a simple lavender coloured slip.

Lying in the dark Jeremy turned his head to me and said, "Thank you for a nice evening."

"Thank you too, darling," I replied.

"How was Jenny?" Jeremy enquired.

"Oh well, you know, just the same," I said dismissively.

A moment later I felt Jeremy's smooth hand move on to my lap. In a reflex action my leg tensed signalling my rejection of his advance.

"I'm sorry, darling, I'm just about all in," and pulling the sheet over my shoulder I rolled on to my side with my back to him. Jeremy mirrored my movement and soon I could hear him snoring gently beside me. As I lay in the dark I stole myself to recount the events of the evening, this time in glorious Technicolor; the coarseness of Steve's character, the self-assured way he would switch from rogue's charm to dominating bully.

Despite my best attempts to exorcise the experience from my psyche I could not ignore as well the dull ache between my legs which had resulted from Steve opening and filling me up with his huge phallus. Oh God, I was becoming aroused all over again.

Sleep allowed my subconscious to park a lot of the conflicting emotions of the previous evening. However, as I scrabbled around my tiny handbag for my mobile so that I could charge it up I suddenly realised that I had left it on the floor of Steve's hotel room in my fit of passion. I cursed myself for leaving it behind and showering I appraised myself of what I needed to do.

Hopefully he would have done the gentlemanly thing and handed it in at reception. Alternatively, the situation I least wanted, Steve would show up at work and I would have to relive the whole of the previous evening's encounter. An early board meeting meant I had to make it into work before I could start making enquiries as Jeremy's presence would also make any calls awkward.

It was 11 O'clock before I escaped the dreary drudgery of my fellow directors' macho posturing. Returning to my office revealed no messages and the secretaries said that no mobile phone had been handed in. Before dialling my mobile number and potentially having to run the gauntlet of Steve answering I rang the hotel instead. To my unbridled relief the girl on reception informed me that a cleaner had discovered the mobile in the room after it had been vacated that morning. I said I would be straight over to collect it.

As I pulled up in the hotel's car park I felt my spirits soaring; Steve had evidently checked out and my mobile had been handed in and, as I walked towards the reception desk, I spotted Jenny enquiring about something with one of the staff. Standing right up close behind her I whispered, "And what happened to you last night?"

Spinning round with a rapturous laugh she gave me a hug.

"I'm so sorry," she said, "I was dragged away last night. Ma had one of her turns and muggins here had to drive to Alderley Edge to check up on her."

"Nothing too serious I hope."

"Not at all. She just likes the attention. Listen, I'm really, really sorry about last night. I so desperately wanted to meet up with you and Jeremy. I have some great news for you..." Jenny gave a conspiratorial cackle and with a gleam in her eye said, "I've just met a wonderful guy who I wanted to introduce to you last night."

"That's fantastic," I enthused. Jenny had been through the mill in recent years having gone through an acrimonious divorce which left her cynical about relationships. As a result she had thrown herself into her work as an estate agent and though she had dated a few guys there was none who really put a spark back into her as much as her current beau seemed to have done. The Jenny who stood before me was looking tanned, toned and immaculately dressed in a lemon skirt suit.

"Listen, are you free this evening, we could all meet up?" Jenny implored.

"Of course. I'll call Jeremy and let him know. Where do you want to eat?"

"Salvo's? Eight O'Clock?

We both gave each other a couple of air kisses on both cheeks and with that we made our exits.

As I headed back to the office I phoned Jeremy to inform him of our dinner arrangement with Jenny. His mood seemed to brighten when I mentioned her. I always thought he had a bit of thing for Jenny although he would never admit as much. Whenever we were in her company a sparkle came into his eye and Jeremy's whole body language became more animated. He would turn on his inimitable charm which ten years of marriage seemed to have dimmed when it came to me. It happens with marriages, I used to muse, philosophically.

I returned to the office asking Chloe, the receptionist, if there were any messages. Thankfully there were none, either from clients or from Steve. Closing my office door behind me I sat behind my desk and absently scrolled down through my emails before swivelling my chair round to look out the window and take in the gray Manchester skyline. I mused over the events of the previous evening and wondered whether the unadulterated carnal passion I had indulged was a figment of my own imagination. The lack of any communication from Steve, a random hotel guest to whom I had submitted my body to the night before only seemed to confirm this. We were both consenting adults – I rationalised - who had happened to fulfil one of the most common fantasies entertained by men and women alike; to meet a stranger by chance in a neutral location with whom there is an immediate magnetic attraction and then find a secluded haven in which to fuck with uninhibited abandon. After the passions have been sated and both parties make an awkward farewell they then re-enter their individual and separate world of work, family, marriage and respectable social networks.

Having compartmentalised in my mind my out-of-character behaviour I was able to apply myself to my work for the remainder of the afternoon, shutting down immediately the various images of the previous evening's events which threatened to encroach on the corners of my mind.

By the time I had arrived home I was in a more buoyant frame of mind. I greeted Jeremy's appearance in the hallway of our beautiful modern mock Georgian home with an affectionate kiss on the lips. He was also in a jovial mood, squeezing my bum as I leaned in towards him. As we both nipped in and out of our en suite bathroom, showering, grooming, scenting and dressing we chatted happily about our day, laughing at the various anecdotes we relayed to each other.

As I watched Jeremy with a sort of fond affection I knew that deep down I loved him. His advancing years gave him a more distinguished air and he has a reassuring quality....like a favourite pair of boots or overcoat.

Casting my eye over my walk-in wardrobe I chose a purple dress, classic cut, zip up the back and a cheeky slit from the hem, which was rested just above the knee, to mid way up the back of my thigh. The waist was tailored so that it emphasised my svelte figure and decent curves! I placed a string of pearls over my head before sitting down and fiddled with my hair until it was right.

Jeremy reversed the huge Jag off the driveway, straining his head round to look over his shoulder.

"So how is Jenny?" he asked with feign interest.

"She has a new man....he's joining us for dinner," I replied spotting a slight flicker of disappointment cross his face.

"Oh really....what's he like?"

"Don't know," I said applying lipstick in the mirror of the sun visor.

"I guess we'll find out soon enough" Jeremy chortled as he eased the car into the solitary parking spot outside the restaurant.

As we approached the entrance to Salvo's, Jeremy opened the door to allow me to enter first. My eyes refocused to the dimly lit interior and I immediately searched the bar area for Jenny. I just about caught sight of her side on when a strikingly handsome olive skinned Italian waiter in unfeasibly tight black trousers asked if we'd booked a table.

"I think the table's booked under the name of Jenny Bradshaw..."

"Ah, si...she ees at the bar with a gentleman...follow me, please..."

With that we turned to follow the waiter as he guided us towards the bar. Over his shoulder I sought out Jenny who, with a flourish of her hand acknowledged me and beckoned us over. Her long blonde tresses cascaded down her back onto an expensive-looking vivid blue Chinese silk dress which accentuated her hour glass figure. As my face broke into a smile I looked to her right to catch a glimpse of her new beau.