The morning after having sex with Vinny was surreal. I slept past noon and felt groggy when I finally got out of bed. Part of me felt like the previous night was only a dream and wished it were. However, when I saw my naked body in the mirror, I saw how many hickeys Vinny left all over my body that accomplished his goal of reminding me that he used my mouth, pussy, and ass the night before. My ass was also irritated by the drilling he gave me when he sodomized me for almost an hour.
As I started to regain my senses after my long, deep sleep, my pussy got damp when I recalled all the nasty things I did with my husband's boss. I hated being forced into a compromising situation but I enjoyed the sheer naughtiness of being controlled and dominated. Those conflicting feelings would remain with me for a while. If my husband wanted me to have sex with another man, I never would have chosen Vinny as my partner. As a matter of fact, he probably would have been the last person I would have wanted to have sex with. That lack of control is also what made it so exciting. Vinny was showing his power over Ralph and me and it allowed me to forgive myself for what I did. I did it to save Ralph's job but the fact was that I liked it when Vinny took control of me and treated me like his personal sex toy.
Now that the dirty deed had been done, I made sure to reiterate to Ralph that he had to look for another job so I'd never be put in that situation again. He began sending out resumes the very next day which gave me some relief. I was somewhat suspicious when Ralph told me that the original screw-up at work wasn't as bad as they originally thought and was remedied within a few days. It made me wonder if Vinny manufactured the crisis in order to get me to sleep with him.
Over the next couple of weeks, Ralph and I had several conversations about that fateful night with Vinny. He admitted to having mixed feelings himself. He didn't like putting me in that position knowing I was extremely reluctant to have sex with his boss. However, it also excited him to think of me having sex with another man. He said it built up gradually after seeing other men checking me out and me playfully teasing some of them. The more Ralph saw other men staring at me, the more he enjoyed it and his fantasy grew from wanting them to see more of my body to me actually fucking someone else. The more other men found me desirable, the sexier I became to him.
I had to set the record straight when he said, "The next time, I want to be there to witness you having sex with someone."
"Whoa, who said there was going to be a next time, Ralph?"
"You know, I, uh, meant if there is a next time."
That comment made me suspicious but it also got me thinking that if he wanted me to sleep with another man I'd want some say in who it was. I didn't tell him that because I wasn't ready to talk about the prospects of adding a partner to our sex life but I knew what was on his mind.
Ralph's desire for me to have sex with another man was also revealed in the bedroom. I would often retell how I sucked Vinny's dick, let him play with my naked body, how he ate my pussy, and then fucked me. Ralph also liked when I told him that it was me that started fucking Vinny on the sofa before he took me into the bedroom to take me anally. To be honest, I got turned on by reliving that night over and over again also.
Ralph would sometimes make me call him Vinny and have me beg for his cock. My husband even tried to recreate the part where Vinny kissed, licked, sucked, and nuzzled every inch of my body. However, it wasn't the same as when Vinny did it. With Vinny, it was a new experience. That nervous excitement was missing with my husband and, to be perfectly honest, Vinny was better at it. I would never tell Ralph that my lover teased and ate my pussy better than he did. It's not that Ralph was bad at it, but it just wasn't the same as being with Vinny. Having sex with Ralph was safe while being with Vinny was risque, wrong, and naughty.
I tried to avoid Vinny as long as I could. I skipped the next work happy hour and when Ralph got home, he told me how Vinny missed me being there. When the next one was scheduled, Ralph pleaded with me to go with him and I reluctantly agreed. I knew I had to face Vinny at some point so I might as well get it over with. Ralph's job search wasn't going as well as we had hoped. Any job he was offered didn't pay as much as he was making and he didn't want to take a step backward so I played along being the supportive wife for my husband.
On that Friday evening, I met Ralph at the bar. I showed up a little later than expected so it would reduce the time I would have to see Vinny. I was struggling with a mix of emotions too. I was embarrassed to see the man who took my married virginity but my pussy also got damp at the thought of being around him again. Vinny may be an arrogant asshole but he had me squirming and writhing in bed that night.
I struggled with what I should wear. Part of me wanted to dress frumpy to help keep Vinny at bay. However, the other part of me wanted to dress to impress, like when you know you're going to see an ex-boyfriend so you wear something to make him see what he gave up. I decided on the latter.
My outfit for the night was my tightest pair of black leggings that I knew would attract attention to my firm, round ass. I decided to wear a pair of open-toed ankle-strapped black heels and a rose-colored scoop-neck crop tank top. I wanted to show Vinny what he would never have again. It was my way of having some control over him. He can see how sexy I am but he can't have me. I felt it would give me some of my dignity back.
When I walked in, my eyes immediately scanned the crowd. I saw Vinny in the corner talking to one of his employees and my pussy got a bit damp. I was hoping to put off talking to him as long as I could so I went the other way and luckily found Ralph talking with some friends. Ralph left to get me a drink and I was standing there in the group when Vinny came up behind me.
Vinny put his hand on my waist and leaned in to whisper in my ear, "Hello Deirdre. You look fabulous as always. I've missed you."
"Hello, Vinny. How have you been?"
I was disappointed when Ralph's friends left me alone with Vinny and he replied, "I've been miserable, Deirdre. I thought after that night, we'd have dinner more often."
I was thinking, "How fucking arrogant of him to think that," but I said this instead, "Yeah, uh, that's probably not going to happen."
"Well, that's too bad, dear. I keep thinking about what a good time we both had. There's no reason we couldn't do it again. I'll bet your pussy is getting wet right now thinking about us alone in that hotel room."
I blushed and could feel my pussy getting wet just from seeing and talking to Vinny again but I wasn't going to tell him that. Just then Ralph showed up with my drink. Vinny told him what a beautiful wife he has.
Just before Vinny went to talk to other people he leaned in to kiss me on the cheek, grabbed my ass, and said, "Call me. I'd love to get together again. I can't get you out of my mind.
"Well Vinny, I'm trying to forget that night."
He arrogantly replied, "I know that's a lie. You couldn't get enough of me that night," and then he winked and said, "Call me."
Ralph asked me what Vinny said and I summarized it by saying, "He wants to fuck me again."
"What did you tell him?"
I rolled my eyes and replied, "I told him, no. What did you think I'd say?"
"I don't know. I was just wondering."
For the rest of the evening, every time I looked up, I saw Vinny looking my way. He'd put his fingers up to his ears like he was talking on the phone and mouth the words, "Call me."
I would look away but one time I used my middle finger to rub my eye trying to be discreet in telling him, "Fuck you."
He laughed at me. It also made me realize he enjoyed me playing hard to get and took it as a challenge. That was his problem though. As good a lover as Vinny is, I wasn't going to fall into his trap and start a regular relationship with him. I wasn't going to be his fuck toy until he found someone else. Besides, I am a happily married woman.
