I had married Eric at the age of eighteen when he visited my home of Barcelona. I was quite attractive and had done some modelling and the odd striptease and would probably have progressed into doing adult movies. The English gentleman was charming as he seduced me and he lavished me with attention and gifts. But it was only when he revealed that he was worth a cool fifty million that I agreed to his proposal of marriage. Well, he was in his late fifties, beginning to lose his hair and was barely adequate in the sack. Not a whole lot going for him. Over the course of our five years of marriage our sex life was mundane and routine and then nonexistent. And as I was in my prime sexually I craved something more. I loved having sex and needed it a lot. Eric had very generously given me a new nose and a very welcome boob job that was my pride and joy. Together with my long black hair and long legs I was aware that I could have any man I desired. However I was still not entirely satisfied sexually until Eric caught me red handed with another man and we were both alerted to some new awareness of ourselves. He came to the realisation that he had voyeuristic tendencies, and I realised that I was a show off. An exhibitionist who enjoyed being watched while I had sex. Eric was marvellous and organised some rather raunchy scenarios that thrilled me to the core, as well as providing him with his own gratification. I agreed not to cheat on him with just any old stunt cock on the condition that he pander to my needs. And he in turn demanded that he be in attendance every time to watch.
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I explained to Eric that I fancied the idea of taking part in some kind of sexual roleplay. We talked about it for a week solid until we hammered out an idea. I particularly liked his suggestion of a little light bondage as an extra bonus. Eric had developed quite the mind for sex fantasies of late. He had some office space in the City of London which is where we decided to act out the fantasy. I would act the part of his personal secretary and would seduce and fuck some fictitious business partner of Eric's in order to tender a financial deal. My naughty husband contacted his usual male escort agency and hired a gigolo for the day. He did not inform me of the man's identity, preferring to wait until the actual day.
"You tease me so, Eric."
"All part of the deal, my love. AND, I know that you love that."
I pouted at him and nodded. I DID like the notion of the unknown aspect of our fantasies. And I had enjoyed the exciting adventures he had devised so far. I went online and picked out the outfit I needed for the play. It would need to be business like but seductive and I found just the thing. On the day we drove up to number 20, Fenchurch Street and took the lift to the fifteenth floor. Eric got cosy in his modest office and we awaited the arrival of our special guest. Promptly at eleven the door opened and a tall and imposing figure appeared in an expensive suit and with well groomed dark hair.
"I have an appointment with Mister Thompson."
"Si. He is expecting you. This way."
I knocked and opened the door to Eric's room and the mystery man entered. I sat back down and twirled a pen as ten minutes passed without a word from my husband. Then my buzzer sounded which meant he wanted my presence. I went back in and stood with a straight back, looking prim and proper.
"Susy, please meet Owen. He and I are trying to broker a deal, but he's just a little reluctant to sign the dotted line."
"Now then, Eric. Behave." Retorted Owen.
I looked at the young man with the strong jawline and mesmerising brown eyes and felt a spasm in my pussy. His voice was measured and had an educated edge that only the English aspire to. Another fine choice by my attentive husband. He looked at me and I felt him mentally undress me. My crisp white fitted shirt had a high collar and four buttons up the front and was deliberately a size too small. My D cup boobs strained at the silk material and heaved up with each breath I took. My dark grey mini skirt was about an inch decent and accentuated my long legs which I had left bare. To boost my five feet and nine inches I chose a business looking pair of black pumps with a four inch stiletto heel and pointed toe. I kept my hair up on top of my head and wore a pair of large framed eyeglasses with a clear lens to give me a serious look.
"Well, Mister Thompson, you can understand my hesitation. There is a lot of money at stake here."
"Oh, two cups of tea please, Susy."
I retreated back to the other room and made some tea and went back into the main office and set the tray down. I made a big show of bending over at the waist in front of Owen, ensuring he got a birds eye view of my derriere in the tight fitting skirt. Then, I accidentally on purpose spilled half a cup of tea into Owen's lap and feigned embarrassment.
"Oh, my! Perdoneme!" I am the clumsy one."
I produced a tissue and began to dab the stud around his groin area, and I felt exhilarated at the feel of his hard package under my fingers. At this close I caught a whiff of his masculine smell and I relished the idea of being fucked by this mystery man.
"Thank you, but there's really no need."
"No, no, Owen! Susy is totally out of order! I think she should be punished."
Eric raised an eyebrow at the man who looked back at me with intrigue. Owen widened his eyes as I loosened my long hair, shook it and brushed it out over my back. Then I slowly removed the glasses and put the end to the corner of my scarlet lips. I leaned directly into his face and licked my lips from left to right.
"I agree with Eric. I need to be spanked. I need to suck your cock. I need to be fucked."
I stepped over to Eric's desk on my heels and swept everything from the top. Papers, pens, lamp. Everything. Then I stood with my back to the edge and parted my legs. Eric fished about in his top drawer and retrieved a pair of padded handcuffs and a ball gag.
"Use me however you want."
I looked down at the ball gag and placed the silicone ball into my mouth behind my teeth. I brought the black strap around my head and Eric came over to secure it in place. Then I brought my hands together and my husband put the furry lined cuffs around my wrists to restrain me.
"Owen." Eric waved his hand at me.
I turned to face the desk and pushed my ass out and up as I rested on my elbows. Owen stood up and approached me from behind and raised my short skirt up to my hips. My black lace panties were revealed which the tall hunk grabbed hold of at either hip and drew them down to my feet. I kicked them away just as he widened my legs with his right knee and stared at my shaven pussy. I moaned into the ball in my mouth as he moved in and buried his face between my splayed legs. He kissed my thighs, paying close attention to that part where my leg ended and my sex began. My hot pussy leaked juices in anticipation of his mouth and lips there and I sighed into my ball gag. I sawed my legs to and fro as he started to lap at my vertical slit and probe my depths with his tongue.
"Mmm, mmm!"
It was heaven to feel his tongue slip and slide inside my inner folds and he alternated with teasing side to side motions, followed by going up and down. Each touch of his eager tongue made my skin tingle and I felt my heart race.
"Good work, Owen. Lick out that cunt."
I legs shook and I tottered on my heels as he slithered around inside my warm hole and I backed up to him in pure delight. A warm flush ran through me and when Owen stopped I stood poised and patient waiting for him to resume.
"Don't stop," I groaned. "UNGH!"
He smacked my right cheek with the open palm of his right hand and I experienced an initial sting that faded after a couple of seconds. It was more the surprise than the impact that made me cry out. He then spanked me again on the same spot followed by another on my other buttock a second later. As I wobbled on my heels he smacked me hard with a series of strikes on my quivering bottom, alternating between each firm nate of my ass. I slid my forearms across the surface of the desk as I was repeatedly spanked by the resilient Owen. Eric looked directly at me from the opposite side and I noted the smug grin on his face as he watched intently.
"Gngh!"
I winced into my gag as Owen moved lower to spank the backs of my thighs sharply and I tensed my muscles. The crack of his hand on my fleshy rump resonated through the office. The tops of my thighs stung somewhat and my pussy became moist and juicy. He stopped momentarily and I welcomed him running his hands on my overheated ass cheeks. "Why don't you take that cock of yours and fuck the cunt?" Eric said, speaking to Owen over the top of my head.
Music to my ears, I thought. I gulped and ground my mouth on the silicone ball and salivated. Behind me Owen then unfastened his belt, unzipped his fly and dropped his trousers. He then lowered his boxers and his large and imposing erection sprang up and bobbed lightly. I groaned as he plunged up inside me, grabbing my hips as he did so and shifting his position one step forward. He stayed inside me for a few tantalising moments and I relished the throbbing of his cock in my heated box.
"Ngh!"
Owen pulled back a few inches before slamming his cock back inside me hard. My body was rocked to the desk with a thump and my hands made two fists. His cock felt amazing inside me and I tightened my pussy around his girth and shuddered. With his hard cock deep inside my wet pussy the sound of his thighs smashing against the backs of my thighs could be clearly heard. He thrust into me hard and fast and my cunt stretched and hugged his thick shaft. Then I yelped into my ball gag when he reached around me and took the front of my shirt in his hands and roughly ripped it open, sending the pearl buttons flying everywhere. My D cup boobs bounced out and he cupped them both as he drove his boner in and out of me faster.
"Is this what you wanted, you slut!" He said as he bent over to brush my long hair to the side to expose the nape of my neck.
"Mmm, hmm!"
I moaned louder as Owen gave my cunt a good pounding over the desk, thrusting, pounding me with rhythmic strokes that smashed me against the edge of the desk. He tore the remainder of my shirt from my upper body and I was virtually naked barring my crumpled skirt around my midriff. He lifted my right leg up and planted my knee on the desk and I had to concentrate on keeping my balance on one heel. Now Owen ground his pelvis in broad circular motions that drove his dick up me to the hilt.
"Good morning, Mister Thompson."
The door opened and to my surprise Eric's REAL personal secretary entered in her prim blouse and skirt and pinned up hair.
"Ah, Miss Teacher, take a seat."