My Husband Wants You to Fuck Me

I bought some new clothes for the evening. All day it nagged at me that I could be making a huge mistake. Fresh manicure and pedicure made me feel pretty. I considered a new hair style, maybe an up-do. A new hair style would not hurt, but Ben said my long straight hair was sexy and younger looking. He added that he thought an older guy would like it better straight down my back. Ben jokingly told me it would give him something to hold onto when he was fucking me from behind. I gave him a look letting him know I was not in the mood for that and if I became more nervous I was likely to cancel. That shut him up immediately.

I had a sexy but nice white cotton blouse and tight black skirt. I figured he could take me to any restaurant dressed like that. I wore a pair of my barely there stilettos. They had a thin sole with a narrow strap across my toes and a strap buckling around my ankle. A gold anklet finished the look. This pair of stilettos was very sexy, but the heel was not overly dramatic, with a very narrow heel raising my heel just over three inches above the floor.

Against my better judgement I allowed Ben to pick out my underwear. He selected a white satin bra and matching thong. He insisted on dressing me for my date. I applied some perfume and with my stomach churning stepped back and asked him how I looked.

"Honey, you are the prettiest woman I know. When he sees you, if his tongue doesn't fall out of his mouth and hit the floor turn around and leave immediately."

I took a deep breath and looked at the clock. Ben was driving me and dropping me off. I would take a cab home. Ben knew to look for me when he saw the cab drive up. The duration of this "date" was unknown. It might last barely through dinner and then again, I may very well be eating breakfast with Mr. Maxwell.

Chapter 6 -- Arranged For Me

I feel like some pervert, and maybe I am. Most people see me as a successful businessman. I travel to the cities where branches of my company are located. I try to make it by each at least once a quarter. A few years ago my wife lost interest in traveling with me on these trips. The truth, when I finally admitted it to myself, was she lost interest in me, not the travel. I continued to run the businesses and then decided life was too short to not enjoy it. At most of my locations I was able to find a trusted member of management whom I could ask to perform some confidential personal services for me. This employee would arrange for me to have a female dinner companion. Sinking my cock in the little lass was always a desired outcome, but sometimes I just wanted an attractive woman whom I could talk to and who would not find such a conversation with me to be disagreeable. I had even taken some of my female managers to dinner, but those never became intimate. I simply wanted some attractive female companionship and intimacy was not a requirement.

On this trip I was presented with something that sounded strange. My man in town had found a woman advertising in the personals who was very attractive and she claimed she just wanted to meet men traveling through the city. She claimed she was not a pro and it was not money she was interested in. I became a little suspicious. The only female companions I had who didn't want paid up front were my own employees. I knew there was more to this story than I was being told, but I told my man to go ahead and set it up with this mysterious woman. She gave her name as Lisa, but everyone knows few people advertising in the Internet personals use their real names. What the heck. What else did I have going on? To top it off, the photos she sent showed a young very pretty woman. If she did turn out to be a pro, I have paid for sex before, and I certainly did not find this one undesirable.

She is to come to my room. We can size each other up and go from there. Dinner would let me see if this was someone worth my time or if I would be forced to come up with an excuse to get rid of her. Whatever happened she was due at any moment. She better not be late, I hate waiting and despise tardiness.

Chapter 7 -- Please Keep It For Me

My nerves peaked as I was handing Ben my wedding rings I had just slipped off my finger. I had the room number and as if on a mission made my way into the hotel and to the elevators. It was very hard to shake the feeling I was being watched or everyone knew why I was here. I knew it was stupid, but I couldn't help the anxiety. Hopefully once I met Mr. Maxwell, my nerves would settle down and I could enjoy the evening. I was determined to make this man's visit to our city pleasurable and memorable.

The elevator stopped at the floor his room was on. I walked to the door and stood there for the longest time. It was exactly 6 PM. I pressed the door chime and the door opened almost immediately. A distinguished man with black hair graying at the temples stood there looking at me. "Lisa?"

"Yes, Mr. Maxwell?"

"No, it is Bill." He gave me a big smile. "Please come in. I am so happy you were able to make it."

"I love this hotel. It has so much history. Did you have a good day today?"

"It was okay, but quite honestly it just got so much better. I saw your photos, but never expected in person you were even prettier. Dear, your accent melts my heart. I love ladies with a southern accent. It is so, ah how can I say this, other than... Well is it just so damn sexy. Sorry if I offended you, but I am known for not holding back, even though I should at times."

"Mr. Max... I mean Bill, I am not offended. In fact I am flattered you find me sexy."

"Dear, a lady as pretty as you, should be accustomed to admirers giving you compliments. I see you are not married, how is it none of the boys have snagged you yet?"

I just shrugged my shoulders not wanting to discuss my husband or the fact I was in fact a married woman with a husband waiting jerking his cock thinking about his wife being fucked by this gentleman.

"I am sure many have tried to put a ring on you, but the right one will come along. Until then I am happy we have met. I will call the limo around and we can head to dinner."

He called the car and took my hand placing it on his arm as he closed the door and headed to the elevator. "I know this is not nice, but watch as we leave and every guy looks at you wishing he was me."

I smiled and was feeling much better about myself as the elevator lowered us to the lobby. Bill turned out to be very handsome. The gray in his hair made him look very distinguished. I estimated him to be about 6'2" tall. Even though he was wearing a suit with his coat on, he appeared to be fit. He carried himself with an assured attitude that is very difficult to fake. My hand rested on his crooked arm with his hand on mine. I felt good.

As we walked through the lobby, I felt him squeeze my hand. I looked and he gave an ever so slight motion with his head to three men standing near the bar. He leaned down to whisper in my ear. "They have been watching you since we stepped off the elevator. That is what I was talking about."

I saw the men he was talking about. I looked up at him and smiled. He looked at me and lowered his lips to mine giving me the sweetest kiss. The former churning in my stomach instantly turned to butterflies. That kiss totally turned my evening around. I was already wondering what room service had on the menu for breakfast. There was no doubt in my mind that Ben would be spending the night alone.

Bill opened the door to the limo. I slid half way across the seat, giving Bill room to slide up next to me. The doorman closed the door giving Bill a smile letting him know he was envious. The driver pulled away from the curb and raised the privacy glass. "Dear, this evening has just begun and I am alred a new man. I do hope you enjoy what I have selected.

"I am sure I will. I also am having a very enjoyable time."

"I don't know how to do this, but on the chance I might offend you, I am going to give you an envelope. Please, before you say anything, I want to give this to you now so you know this is for nothing but to help you with transportation and to show my appreciation for you meeting me this evening. I want you to know this is not for anything else and that is why I am giving it to you now. The office told me you discussed this and said no compensation was necessary, but I have not had time to purchase a gift for you, and that would have been much better, so please accept this with the intent it is being offered."

"Bill, thank you and I do accept it. I am not offended. I know your intent. I find myself with a problem and wonder if you could help me out."

"Sure Lisa, anything. What is it?"

"Well you see I have this tiny clutch purse and no place to keep the envelope. Do you mind holding it for me? I will be sure to get it from you after breakfast, if that is okay."

His serious look wanting to know how he could assist me disappeared to be transformed into the look of an 18 year old boy who realized he was about the get laid for the first time and it was going to be the head cheerleader taking his cherry.

"I understand and will be happy to keep it safely for you. I was just wondering how room service breakfast is at the hotel." He was smiling as he turned from me to look forward. As he did this I felt his hand came to rest on my exposed thigh. I heard him softly say more to himself than me, "This is going to be a fabulous night."

Chapter 7 -- Let's Dance

We ate at one of the restaurants in the city I had always wanted to try, but reservations had to be made far in advance and even on our income the prices of the food was beyond our means. Bill had a table for two in a remote area of the dining area. It was not brightly lighted and the traffic was much less than the main area of the room. The noise level was low enough we could carry on a conversation without yelling. I don't remember much about the meal other than it was delicious. Bill told me about his role with the company and that he comes to this office once a quarter. He told me about his marriage and about his wife who had lost her interest for traveling with him on these trips. He even told me she was aware of and approved of him having female companionship when traveling.

He said his distaste for escorts or women interested in getting paid and off to the next client had turned him off to getting an escort. Even just for dinner, he said the constant monitoring of time really turned him off to that whole scene. He said someone suggested the personals might be a viable alternative, but until now he hadn't had much luck there. He said he would be giving the manager who set up our meeting and this date a promotion and nice raise. I laughed and told him the guy was really nice and I am sure he would appreciate anything, even if it was just a thank you.

Back in the limo he was acting like he was 26 rather than 56. It was obvious he was excited about the evening. "Bill, would you do me a favor."

"Lisa, name it and it is yours."

"Kiss me, now."

He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me tight against him as our tongues battled. I was definitely aroused and got an idea. As our kiss continued, I could smell his cologne. It smelled so good. I loved the roughness against my face of the growth of his beard since he shaved this morning. I reached between us and found the front of his pants. I easily found the object I was seeking. I gripped his hard manhood and held it tightly in my hand. His kiss turned to a moan, but he did not release me. I didn't do anything other than hold on to the hard shaft my husband wanted me to experience entering my body. At this point I was so happy he had not given up trying to convince me to try another man.

The limo pulled up in front of the hotel and stopped. We separated and looked into each other's eyes. The heat of out passion would have to wait as we made our way back thought the lobby and to the room I would be spending the night in as I violated my marriage vows for the first time.

As we entered the hotel live music could be heard emanating from the hotel bar. The music was for an older crowd, but that is excellent music to close dance to. "Bill, do you like dancing?"

"Yes, but it has been a while."

"Sounds like some slow dance music. When I slow dance I love the feel of a strong man's hands on my ass."

"Really? I never want to be known as a host who does not properly entertain his date."

"I am very happy to hear that."

He led me to the bar and found us a table tucked back in a corner. We had a small cocktail table and sat next to each other with our backs against the wall. He ordered drinks for us as we watched the dancers. The crowd did appear to be an older group, but I didn't mind that at all. I enjoyed feeling Bill's hands exploring my thighs. I put my hand on his leg and sat back to enjoy the music and roaming hands of my date. The long cloth over the small table was enough to hide his movements from other bar patrons. The waitress returned with our drinks. She sat them on cocktail napkins and saw Bill's hand. She looked at me with a smile and a wink.

I leaned in to talk into his hear so he could hear me above the music. "Our waitress knows you are going to get lucky tonight."

"Really?"

"Yes, her smile and wink said it all. I think she wanted my seat."

"Only have eyes for you, sugar."

"I like that. Have you figured out what I am wearing under this skirt?"

"No, haven't ventured that high yet."

"Mr. Maxwell, how did you ever get where you are in business without exploring all the options?"

"Please understand in my older years, my business sense is a little slow. I do appreciate you helping to remember to focus my mind a little better."

I smiled and it wasn't very long before I felt the finger tips exploring further above the hem of my skirt than they had been all evening. I closed my eyes savoring the feel of his fingers. My anticipation of him reaching his target was quickening my breath. At last I felt pressure against my lips through the skimpy fabric of my thong. At that moment I pushed my hips forward to press his hand harder against me. My eyes were still closed when I felt his lips against my ear. "I believe we have a very small garment made of a silky material. Am I feeling a thong?"

Without opening my eyes I rolled by head to the side of his face, gave him a kiss then into his ear I said, "Mr. Maxwell, you haven't lost any of your ability to detect treasures hidden from the likes of mortal man."

"I do believe I promised you a dance or two, then I need to move on my recent find before some claim jumper comes along and starts mining it before me."

I didn't care who saw us, or what they thought. I put both arms about Bill's neck and pulled him tight as I kissed him more passionately than I have ever kissed my own husband."

I broke the kiss and put my lips next to his ear. "Fuck the dance. I need you in me now. I can't wait."

We both finished our drinks. Bill left the waitress a nice tip and we started to the exit with Bill's arm around my waist. I saw the waitress as we were leaving. She smiled at me and I could read her lips as she mouthed, "Have fun." I winked and smiled back at her.

Chapter 8 -- We Are Attracting Attention

As the doors closed on the elevator, I hugged Bill's neck as he put his hands under my ass cupping my cheeks and lifting my 5'2" frame to meet his lips almost a foot above me. The elevator went straight to our floor without stopping. We heard the bell indicating the doors were opening. My skirt had ridden up in the back exposing the cheeks of my ass. Bill hadn't put me completely back on the floor as the door opened and two young guys were standing there smiling looking at my thong and ass. As we walked away we heard one of them say to his buddies, "Now I am here to tell you that was a hot piece of ass. Why do the old guys get all the hot pussy?"

Bill looked at me to see if their comments upset me. I smiled a shy smile and looked back at him. "Well, why do the old guys get all the hot pussy?"

He smiled and said, "Experience my dear, simply experience." He was so excited he actually grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder and carried me cave man style to his room. My emotions were out of control. I did not know what I was doing nor did I care.

Bill carried me through the open door, but not before a couple came out of a room three or four doors from ours. I heard the woman laugh and say, "Looks like he found a hot piece of ass and is going to get lucky tonight."

From my position face down across his shoulder, I lifted my head to look up and said "That's for damn sure. I plan to be waking bow legged tomorrow morning."

The girl quickly shot back laughing before the door closed, "Go girl."

Chapter 9 -- Pinch Me I Think I Am Dreaming

Inside the room Bill carried me to the bed gently laying me across it. "Do you have any idea how long it has been since I have carried a woman like that?"

"How long Bill."

"The truth is absolutely loved it, but have never done that before this evening. Lisa you are such a beautiful and sexy woman. I have never in my life met anyone like you."

"Bill, I need to feel you on me. Lay on me. Let me feel your weight. I need to feel small and vulnerable. I need to feel my strong man in control of me." I quickly pulled my skirt to my waist as he gently laid his weight on me resting his weight between my raised and spread knees.

The weight of him on me made me feel so helpless. He laid gently on me and was kissing me. My arms were circling his neck. I began running my fingers through his thick hair. He broke our kiss and raised his head to look at me as the most beautiful smile shone down from his face.

"Please take my clothes off. I need a strong man to take me and make me his own."

Bill lifted himself from me and lifted my hips as he slowly lowered my thong. His eyes were focused on the flesh he was uncovering and it was apparent he liked the view. I watched his little boy expressions as it was obvious he was really enjoying me and I was having so much fun.

"Lisa, can I leave your shoes on?"

So, my man had a shoe fetish, or at the very least he liked my feet in my stilettos. "Sure, it makes you happy to see my little feet in my sexy shoes. I wore them for you."

"Your feet are so pretty in them. You are so pretty. Your tits are perfect."

"Thank you kind sir. You are not so bad yourself. Do you mind if I undress you? I love undressing a man."

"You better hurry. I am not sure how much longer I can wait to take you."

"Honey, we have all night. I promise you are going to be needing a lot of coffee tomorrow. I plan to keep you up most of the night."

"You plan to keep me up, or awake?" He laughed out loud at his own joke.

"Both babe. How many loads of cum can you put in your girl?"

"I am not sure, but I trust your abilities to push the envelope and get a record number."

"I love a man who knows his woman's abilities."

"Was kneeling in front of Bill. I had his belt unbuckled."

"Look at me princess." I looked up at him. "I love a woman who knows her place on her knees at a man's feet."

"Really, so I learn one more factoid about you. You are a dominate male who likes submissive females."

"Absolutely. The more submissive the better. Baby, unzip me and put me in our mouth. That is the most beautiful sight in the world."

I was loving this. Ben was most likely sitting on the couch watching a porn movie imagining what was being done to his wife. Little did he know the reality was much better than his imagination. Did I actually resist Ben's suggestion to do this? As I kneel here with Bill's belt undone, pants unzipped and at his ankles I was pulling his pants over his shoes. In front of me was a pair of boxer shorts separating me from Bill's hard and straining cock. I could see the bulge. I was about to unveil the cock that was going to take me to new levels of sexual pleasure. This same cock was going to enter my body and would be only the second cock to ever enter me.