Where do I begin. The most simplistic way would be a little background detail then dive right in to my current situation.
I was gifted with a very exotic name, which I have tried to live up to. I'm average height, curvy in all of the right places with an endless pair of legs, of which I take great delight in displaying at every given opportunity. I've always known I had exhibitionist tendencies and thrived when the opportunity arose to tease and flirt with men. This would sometimes rattle my husband but not enough to cause a scene. Many's the time at a social function or party where I've teased a man to full erection (I know this because I would have a sneaky feel and stroke of the aforementioned hard cock). Hubby never ever caught me taking things this far but always had a good idea that my flirting had crossed the line. There was something empowering about teasing strangers and even more so if it was a friend of my hubbies. There was something exciting and taboo about playing with one of his friends, testing their loyalties against my sexuality.
My large firm breasts have been squeezed and stroked on a few occasions and at one party, one of my husbands close friends guided me into a darkened alcove where he skilfully brought me to a stifled orgasm, stroking and fingering my shaved pussy as he gently nibbled my neck. I obviously repaid the debt in kind by unzipping his erect cock and stroking him to orgasm. Fortunately on completion of my infidelity, I managed to navigate myself back to hubby just as the flush of orgasm had dissipated.
I took a job recently where my boss encouraged me to wear tight revealing clothing, he claimed it would help increase sales. My clothing during the first few months became more and more revealing, eventually it looked like I was dressing for a nightclub as opposed to a days work. As I explained earlier, I have been blessed with incredibly long legs, something my boss noticed obviously. He took to encouraging me to wear sheer pantyhose or stockings, he claimed as it would give the customers a sense that I was available which would inevitably increase our sales.
I dabbled with the pantyhose for a few weeks, which I admit felt sexy if somewhat restrictive. I decided that stockings and garters were the better option as they actually made me feel sexy, even slutty. My boss noticed me one day wearing a pair of sheer black stockings with a waist cinching garter belt. The straps of my garter belt were protruding against the tight material of my gossamer black dress. The dress was about four inches above the knee, with a scooped neckline, showing more than enough cleavage and a little slither of the leopard print bra beneath. I was wearing a matching thong and from the lustful looks my boss was giving only added to the sexual agitation the thong was doing to my shaved pussy. That day we had probably our best sales day ever. My boss was delirious with the days takings, but somehow I felt he was more enamoured with my code of dress and the obvious teasing and flirting I'd been delivering all day. A few times that day he would walk past and give my butt a nice playful squeeze, and once or twice his hands would slide down my waist, brushing my garter straps. I smiled at every one of his secret attempts to feel me up and to be truthful I found them incredibly arousing. We had spent the whole day teasing and flirting. Dropping innuendos continuously, keeping the sexual charge at high level throughout. At the end of the working day I was cashing up the cash register, when he stood behind me. He stepped in close and began to place his hands around my waist, holding me tight as his face nuzzled into the nape of my neck. This wasn't unusual behaviour for both of us, a we were very flirtatious by nature. His warm breath was sending tingles and shivers up and down my spine as his large hands spread out across my taut flat stomach. Involuntarily I found myself sighing and moaning in a very sexual manner. His soft lips brushed against my ears as he whispered.
"You look sensational. You've been driving me crazy all day!"
I felt his lips against my ear as his words poured into my aural cavity like warm syrup.
I turned to face him as our lips grazed each others. His hands clung to my waist as he pulled closer to him. My mound was grinding into his crotch, which was sporting a huge rock hard erection. My thong was being pushed between my pussylips by his throbbing cock, the sexual pulses reverberating against my around pussy. His hands moved up to my large firm breasts as he squeezed my leopard print covered tits. His tongue was licking my opened lips, tickling the membrionic flesh of my mouth, increasing the sensual shudders up and down my spine.
My breathing was now shallow and erratic, as I returned his passionate kiss. I broke free from the kiss, looking him directly in the eye and whispered.
"I want you to fuck me!"
I did not plan these words in any shape or form, but felt them tumbling out of my mouth as though this was the most natural thing in the world to say.
My hand slid down his toned stomach and rested on the shape of his shaft through his tight black trousers. His cock felt enormous, though in reality it was about the same size as my husbands. My heart was palpitating with sexual excitement as I stroked the rock hard length through the thin material of his trousers. One of his hands moved from squeezing my breasts and slid down my stomach firmly. His fingers stretched out at the bottom of the hem of my dress as he eased the tight black gossamer material up my stockinged thighs until my leopard print thong was exposed. I gulped excitedly, knowing full well that we were at the point of no return, as his strong fingers deftly stroked the thong covered mound of my shaved pussy. An electric charge surged through my body as his magic like touch increased my arousal. He moved my thong away from my mound, posing my naked pussy to the elements and his majestic fingertips. One of his fingers slid along the length of my smooth slit as two other fingers tenderly tickled my labia. His middle finger slid inside my pussy, causing me to gasp as his finger rotated inside me. His thumb was pressing down on my clitoris as he manipulated my pussy like a concert pianist manipulates a Steinway.
I felt my hips rotating and moving slowly, pressing my pussy against his masterful fingers. He was working my pussy expertly, making me crave his hard length deep inside my so far faithful pussy. I knew he would be inside me in minutes, making my unfaithfulness inevitable. I'd never wanted a cock so much as the one I was stroking sensually.
My breathing more of a snorting and panting as I smirked arrogantly.
