I could feel him looking at me and I instinctively glanced down at my heavily exposed cleavage. The black cocktail dress I'd worn to the company Christmas party had a low neckline but it was tasteful not slutty. I'd picked it out when I thought my husband Jeremy would be joining me but he had gotten called into work at the last minute, leaving me solo, and I wasn't happy about it. I'd planned a nice surprise for him after the party and it was ruined. I had rented a hotel room upstairs from the venue and I'd even brought a few toys for us to play with. I'd worn his favorite tiny black thong panties under my dress and I had gotten a fresh Brazilian wax at a local spa just for him. I had prepared for everything except for him getting called in to work a new case, but such is the life of the wife of a homicide detective. He was often on call during holidays, nights and weekends and I had dealt with my share of disappointment during his long career in law enforcement. Selfishly I hoped his latest case would be ruled a suicide and he could make the tail end of the party. The odds of that happening should have been in my favor. More than half of the time when he was called into work it ended up being ruled suicide, but with my luck that probably wasn't going to be the case.
My name is Laura Bennett and I am a 42 year old mother of two teenage boys. My husband and I have been married for almost 20 years and we have built a comfortable life for ourselves in a suburb located southwest of Washington, DC. Jeremy works as a homicide detective in Prince William county and I am a bookkeeper for a government contractor in Loudoun county. I am reasonably attractive and I have a somewhat fit body, but in a middle aged mom-bod way. I run and exercise regularly but am naturally voluptuous with a soft, hourglass figure and I do have a slight tummy. That said, I get looks if I dress sexy and that's how I looked at the party.
I felt uncharacteristically vulnerable and exposed as I stood alone by the bar. I glanced furtively at my admirer to see if he was still looking and our eyes met. He smiled at me and a lump formed in my throat. My cheeks flushed crimson and my pulse quickened. I knew of him but we weren't friends or even acquaintances. His name was Kyler and he managed the company warehouse, while I worked upstairs in the finance department. We'd had no professional interaction in the more than seven years that I had worked for the company, but I'd seen him around. Several of the women that I worked with were quite enamored with him and I understood why. He was a good looking man with a gorgeous body but he was not my type.
Kyler was 6'5" tall with broad shoulders, big muscular arms and a narrow waist. He looked like he had been plucked from central casting at a movie studio for a role as an aging NFL linebacker. He had a shiny, dark brown complexion; short, salt and pepper hair; warm eyes; and a killer smile, but I was not often attracted to black men. I was not racist and I could certainly see their beauty but they just were not my thing. That being said, they seemed to like me. I couldn't believe how often I got hit on by black men when I was out alone or with friends. It seemed like every time that I went out with my girlfriends for our monthly night out I was approached by at least black guy. It happened so frequently that it had become a running joke amongst my friends and it even occasionally happened when Jeremy and I were out together. He was always a good sport about it and took it in stride, but for a police officer Jeremy was pretty laid back and chill.
Kyler smiled and I returned the gesture. I wished Jeremy was with me. He was always my safety net at functions like this, but I was on my own and when I got a text from Jeremy moments later, I knew before reading it that it was bad news. My heart sank as I read his text, telling me that he would be working all night. I was upset and over the next two hours I drank more than I should have at a work function. I'd always prided myself on being in control at work events, but not that night.
It was after 11PM when Kyler approached me while I stood by the open bar. I had spent most of the night chatting and drinking with coworkers from my department but he and I had continued to make eye contact throughout the night and we'd formed a distant, unspoken bond. The party was winding down and only the hard core drinkers were left to take advantage of the final 30 minutes of the open bar. My fifth gin and tonic was almost finished and I'd just ordered a fresh drink when he walked up to me and smiled. The first thing I noticed as he stood beside me was that he smelled fantastic and I discretely breathed deep, drawing cologne mixed with his pheromones, into my lungs. The second thing that I noticed about him as I stood there with my heart racing, was that he had enormous hands. Everything about him was big, but for whatever reason, I have always had a thing for men's hands, and his were big, strong and manly. I liked that a lot.
Kyler brazenly looked me up and down, appraising what he saw before he spoke. His warm amber eyes paused for a moment at my cleavage and he grinned playfully as I subtly bit the inside of my bottom lip to calm my nerves. Then, he looked into my eyes and spoke to me for the first time ever.
"Where's your husband?" He asked in a deep, sexy voice. His tone was soft and measured, and it sent a slight chill down my spine. He radiated confidence. He had a very powerful aura about him and I suddenly saw exactly what my colleagues did. He oozed sex appeal and I felt a familiar tingling between my thick, meaty thighs as the chill reached my smoldering sex.
I had always been on the heavier side of average but I was curvy not fat. I had wide, childbearing hips; a plump round ass; heavy DD breasts; and a narrow, tapered waist that had long made finding pants and jeans that fit properly a serious problem.
"He got called away to work," I said softly. I felt a light shiver pass through me, knowing that my safety net was gone for the night and I was standing beside an incredibly sexy man who was very obviously interested in something. I casually brushed several strands of my long, wavy blonde hair away from my round face and looked up at him with my bespectacled blue eyes.
"The man needs to adjust his priorities," Kyler noted with a disapproving shake of his head. His glimmering eyes darted to my cleavage, leaving no doubt what he meant and I felt oddly emboldened by his bravado. My bottom lip curled into my mouth and I bit lightly on it as I met his gaze.
"He does," I giggled. I could feel Kyler's magnetism and I smiled playfully up at him. He was more than a foot taller than me and I had to crane my neck too look into his pretty eyes. I had never realized how attractive his face was and I felt oddly smitten by everything about him. "I guess Jeremy's loss is your gain," I teased.
I was often flirtatious away from work but this was the only time I'd ever let my guard down at a work function and I felt a powerful rush of adrenaline. It was something new and exciting and my body started to hum as I stepped far outside of my comfort zone. At work everyone knew me as a reserved, happily married woman but while the latter was certainly true, away from the office I was anything but reserved.
"Looks that way," Kyler smiled confidently. The strength of his gaze made me nervous, given the setting, and I was unsure how to respond without crossing a line. I searched my mind for the proper response. I knew what I wanted to say, but I wasn't quite tipsy enough to be that brazen and instead I let my eyes travel slowly over his body, soaking in his chiseled physique. He had been wearing a well tailored suit but he had left his coat back at his table. His fitted white button down shirt showed the perfect trapezoid of his sculpted torso and it struggled to contain his bulging biceps. He was a near perfect physical specimen of the male form and the tingling between my legs became more insistent, coaxing me into a possible hasty decision.
Thankfully, my drink arrived, sparing me from my impure thoughts and snapping me back to reality. I stuffed two dollars into the tip jar and started to turn away, to leaving him wanting. At that moment, despite the obvious chemistry between us, I fully intended to head back to my table but not because I wasn't interested, nor because it would have been violating Jeremy's trust. My husband and I had dabbled in the swingers lifestyle for several years. Jeremy liked sharing me with other men and women. He was not a cuckold who enjoyed humiliation, though he did enjoy it when I took control in the bedroom on occasion. He was a stag husband and I was his hotwife. I'd had sex with several men during our marriage but I had never played solo, nor did we mix business with pleasure. We had been to swinger parties in a neighboring city and we'd had a few very pleasurable experiences while traveling but we had always separated our kinky life from our vanilla life.
To avoid alerting my coworkers to my non traditional lifestyle I was about to begrudgingly end my brief flirtation with Kyler, but he was having none of that.
"Join me," he said in a deep, commanding tone. It wasn't a question, and I shuddered. Despite my occasional forays into the dominant role with my husband, I was for the most part a submissive woman who was drawn to strong, dominant men. Jeremy was a natural alpha but he was not near as dominant at Kyler, and I nodded and thought "yes Sir."
I felt Kyler's huge hand on my shoulder and I let him guide me over to his table. The other employees and guests who had been seated there were long gone and we were alone in the back of the room while the dozen or so stragglers were mostly gathered closer to the bar area. I glanced at my nearly empty table near the front and I was glad to see that the two people there seemed oblivious to my whereabouts.
