A Faithful Wife?

Christina sat at her dressing table and tilted her head slightly as she watched herself in the mirror applying her dark green eye shadow. She always hated this bit, trying to keep one eye closed, but keeping her eye lid smooth whilst she watched what she was doing with her other eye. As she applied the make up, she couldn't stop her mouth opening as her jaw moved downwards involuntarily.

Once it was applied, she blinked a couple of times and leaned forward to examine her hazel eyes closely. She grunted to herself in satisfaction. No smudges and even on both eyes.

Next she opened her full lips to form an O as she applied deep red lipstick. Taking a small piece of tissue paper, she closed her lips together on it to remove any excess and then once again looked at her reflection.

"Hey Baby," she murmured to herself, "You look hawt!"

Her light brown hair was cut in a classic bob and framed her face perfectly. She put her hand to her hair and lightly smooth it with her fingers to make sure it was properly dry before she continued with her preparations.

Tonight was her night out with the girls. Her once a month indulgence. Bob, her husband had his monthly night out with the lads, drinking those hideous real ales he loved so much as he and his friends played pool.

Christina stood up and examined herself afresh in the full length mirror and liked what she saw. She was 5'3″ in her stockinged feet with a slim figure. Not so keen on the minor stretch marks that decorated either side of her stomach and the small feminine pouch just below her navel. A bulge that no amount of working out a the gym or her weekly aerobics sessions had been able to remove.

Still, the rest of the package more than made up for it. Especially in the sexy lingerie she was wearing. A lacy pale blue set. A low cut bra that held her small, but perfectly formed breasts and the matching panties and suspender belt. The underwear was finished off with a pair of dark, but sheer silk stockings.

Christina always wore stockings, she knew how much Bob loved them. She smiled slightly to herself, after fifteen years of marriage, he still found her as sexy and irresistible as the day they had first started seeing each other. And truth be told, she felt exactly the same way about him. Christina loved Bob to distraction.

Her smile slipped slightly as she admitted to herself that lately things seemed to be getting a little stale in the bedroom. She had just started a new job as the executive assistant for a professor at the university and Bob worked long hours as an advertising copy writer.

Not that there was anything really wrong with their sex life as such, she just couldn't help thinking that after their years together and two children, it wasn't the same as it was... Not quite.

She picked up the black knee length skirt from the bed and stepped into it. Christina shimmied it up her lithe legs, always in her opinion, her best feature and then slipped on a sheer white blouse that was just this side of see through.

Once again she looked at her reflection and could see that the pale blue of the bra was just visible under the blouse. Sexy but not tarty is what she was going for and Christina thought it fitted the bill.

Behind her, the bedroom door opened and Bob entered their bedroom. He eyed his wife as she slipped on her patent leather black high heeled shoes and whistled his appreciation.

She glanced at him smiling and said, "You like?"

Bob laughed, "Damned straight! Makes me think of keeping you in the bedroom and not letting you out until tomorrow morning."

Christina struck the classic pose, one knee slightly in front of the other with a hand on one hip, "And just how would you convince me not to escape?"

He wiggle his fingers and leered at her, "I'm sure I could think of something."

Bob watched her for a moment and then said, "I may follow you just to beat the men off. I'll even bring a shitty stick to do it!"

Christina giggled and then looked at the clock on the bedside. Her eyes widened as she realised the time, it was ten minutes short of 7PM, "Christ! Courtney'll be here in a minute. she rushed pat him, stopping to plant a quick kiss on his cheek, "Gotta go."

Bob stepped back slightly to let her past, "Okay Gorgeous, have fun."

As Christina hurried down the stairs and out of the front door pausing only to grab her coat and handbag, she shouted over her shoulder, "I'm off, Bye. Don't wait up. Love you!"

The front door slammed behind her.

Three hours and several cocktails later saw Christina sat in a booth with a few of her friends, laughing, chatting and giggling. Usually at the men who came over to hit on them. Normally with chat up lines that seemed to come out of a book... And not a terribly good one.

Each time someone had approached Christina, she gave the same answer, a breath taking smile, a wiggling of her left hand to display her gold wedding band and the words, "Sorry, you're fifteen years too late."

A few of her friends had taken to the dance floor a couple of times for a dance and some light flirting, but Christina didn't. She was content to sit in the booth, drink and gossip.

She didn't see the tall, dark haired man standing at the bar. He accepted his drink, paid and then let his eyes sweep the room, settling on Christina. A light grin briefly touched his face and a twinkle appeared in his blue eyes.

He walked across the crowed bar, skirting the dance floor as he bore down upon his quarry. When he reached her table, he leaned down slightly and said, "Excuse me."

Christina, deep in giggly conversation didn't notice him there until Courtney indicated with a flick of her head that he was there.

Christina looked round at him, she had to admit that he didn't look like the usual men that came to chat her up. Not a drunken youngster, old enough to drink, but too young to do so responsibly or the middle-aged men either married and looking for fun or single... And at that age, single for some very good reasons.

"Yes? Can I help you?"

He flashed her a smile and said, "Hi. I'm Allen. And I wondered if you'd like a dance."

She wiggled her wedding ring and answered, "Sorry."

In reply, he did the same to show his own gold ring, "Me too."

She gave him a somewhat old fashioned look, "Then you should know better than to go chasing women in bars," before turning back to Courtney to continue her interrupted chat.

Uninvited, Allen slipped into the booth next to her, his thigh touching hers lightly in the crowded space and said, "Sorry, I think you misunderstood. I'm married, yes and I'm not looking for anything more than a dance."

Christina grimaced slightly, not sure she liked the way he had invited himself to sit next to her, "Look! I'm not interested."

He smiled again and replied, "I'm not from round here. I'm far from home and just looking for a bit of fun," he held both hands up before continuing, "Not that sort of fun. Just dance or two and a laugh. I was with my mates, but they're all busy sharking after women and that's not my thing."

Courtney and Christina watched him in silence.

He shrugged, "I just wanted a dance. That's all."

Christina read his expression. She had to admit that he didn't seem to be giving of the signals that she had come to expect over the years. She couldn't detect any artifice, and after the many, many times she had been hit on, she knew what to look for. The body language, the pale stripe of skin on the third finger of the left hand that indicated a removed wedding band.

He had an open expression and she had to admit he was handsome and very much to her personal taste. He also seemed to have an air about him, an aura of loneliness. Not like that of the desperate losers that swarmed over all of the women who came in here, but simply that of someone looking for some human company.

Christina's expression softened. This stranger was having an effect on her, even after just a few words being shared.

She put her misgivings to the back of her head and said, "Just a dance? You're not gonna get all grabby are you?"

Allen laughed, "No. I'm happily married. All I want is a dance. And a good laugh with a new friend."

"Oh go on then."

Allen stood up and held out a hand to help Christina shuffle round the table and out of the booth before leading her to the dance floor.

Courtney sat in the booth with a nonplussed expression and watched her friend walk to the dance floor. This was new.

The music was a modern dance track and they started dancing. Christina wasn't terribly good at dancing, but she did enjoy it and she could see that Allen was just as bad as she was. For some reason, she found it to be quite endearing and also another clue that he was no player. The pick up artists generally had all the moves on the dance floor carefully designed to impress.

They danced together for a couple of tracks until the music changed and the a slow number started.

Christina was okay with the up tempo music, but less comfortable with the songs written with slow, close dancing and made to walk back to the booth.

Allen reached out and touched her upper arm with his fingers, "Fancy a slow dance?"

His touch made her shiver slightly. She said uncertainly, "I shouldn't."

Allen flashed her another smile, "Come on. Let your hair down. It's just a dance."

She could feel her resolve weakening, "Okay... Just one."

Christina moved closer to him and placed her hands on his shoulders, she had to reach up to reach as he stood about 6'1″. She stiffened her arms automatically in order to be able to dance but also to try and keep him from getting too close.

In his turn, Allen placed his hands lightly on her waist and then they started to move in time with the romantic love song blaring from the speakers. And once again, she couldn't help but shiver.

She could feel the hidden strength in his hands and he held her even though his touch was light and gentle.

She could smell the aroma of his aftershave and it was intoxicating. Without thinking about it, she moved closer to him, her breasts pushed against his torso and she felt his hands slide slowly from her sides to wrap her in a warm embrace. In return, her hands snaked from his shoulders and around his neck.

In her mind, she knew what she was doing was wrong. Only her husband should hold her like this, but she was lost in the moment and in the arms of this tall, strong handsome man, she just couldn't help herself. She was starting to feel like she used to all those years ago when her time with Bob was fresh, new and exciting.

Christina could feel her body responding to the way she was feeling. Her nipples were hardening and she could feel her pussy moistening.

She knew it was wrong, but she didn't want it to end. She was wrapped in the embrace of a man and was starting to feel the sensations of excitement that she remembered from early in her relationship with Bob.

Christina wanted to pull away from the Allen and run back to her table, but she couldn't. The excitement was building and she could feel her belly warming in spite of her misgivings.

As they danced, their bodies pressed closer and she could feel something prodding against her stomach. Christina knew that he was just as excited as she was.

Eventually the music came to an end and Christina drew away from Allen and looked up into his face. He smiled gently at her and then slowly leaned down and kissed her lightly on the lips.

She accepted the kiss, but then drew away sharply, "I'm sorry, I can't. I'm married... Remember?"

Allen's expression betrayed his own feelings of guilt, "I know. And so am I. I'm sorry, but you are so beautiful I can't help myself. I've been stuck in this town for nearly a month now, far away from home and my wife. I never meant for anything more than a dance and a laugh..."

As they spoke, neither noticed that they still hadn't disengaged from their embrace.

He continued, "But I never expected to meet someone as gorgeous as you. I know that sounds corny, but it is no less true for all that."

The combination of cocktails and her own physical excitement was battering down her defences. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help being swept away by the sensations and feelings straight from her courtship with Bob.

Against her better judgement, Christina looked up into his eyes. "God!" she thought to herself, "His eyes are so blue!"

Once again, Allen moved his face to hers and kissed her. Their lips slowly opened and then their tongues began to lightly press into each other's mouths.

Christina knew it was wrong, but her passion was rising, she was falling, she knew that, falling into an abyss of desire and physical need.

Bob was forgotten, her children Sally and Daniel were forgotten. All she could think about was the passion that this handsome man was inflaming within her.

The kiss ended and Allen whispered, "Come with me. I want to make love with you. I know it's wrong, I can't help myself, I just want to make you happy at least for a short time."

In spite of herself, Christina answered breathlessly, "Where can we go?"

"I'm staying at a hotel about five minutes away."

Christina was more excited than she had been for a long time and any feelings of guilt had no chance against the intense sexual desire that was burning deep within her.

A short time later, Allen used his key card to open the door to his room and waved Christina inside.

She walked slowly into the room and stared at the large double bed that dominated the space. Almost as though in a dream, she still couldn't believe what she was going to do. The feelings of guilt started to rise within her again, but they dissipated as she felt Allen move close behind her and wrap his arms around her torso.

Gently kissing the side of her neck, his hands moved up to cup her breasts. He pinched her nipples through her clothing and Christina couldn't help but moan. She couldn't help herself, it was too late. She was so turned on that she knew it was going to happen. She was going to have sex with Allen.

His hands slowly moved down to the hem of her blouse and he lifted it up and over her head. Then he gently turned her round, took her in his arms and kissed her deeply with such passion that Christina knew that she was going to make love with this gorgeous man.

Once again his arms wrapped her in a tight embrace, she held him tight, lips locked together and she felt his fingers unhook her bra expertly. She shrugged the straps off her shoulders and down her arms so the cups fell away from her tits.

He stopped kissing her briefly to look at her breasts. He smiled as he looked back into her eyes and she could see the blue glisten like icy water, but not cold... Warm... Burning hot.

"Gorgeous," was all he said as he helped her out of the bra completely. Once again they kissed and his cupped her left breast in his hand, flicking her nipple with his thumb.

She let her hands slide up his chest and started undoing the buttons of his shirt and then pulled it out of his trousers. She took a moment to gave at his manly torso, not chiselled, but with a hint of definition that indicated a fine set of muscles.

Christina took one of his nipples in her mouth an gently suckled on it as her hands pulled his belt and trousers open. As she did so, Allen pulled open the zip on the side of her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Christina stepped out of it and then knelt down in front of him. Her belly was on fire and her thoughts were lustfully anticipating what his hard cock would look like. She gripped his trousers and pants and pulled them down, freeing his rock hard cock. It twitched as she took a gently grip of it.

It was bout 7 inches long and very thick. She moved her face to it and her tongue flicked out, lightly touching his hot, hard flesh. Then without warning, Christina slipped the head of his cock between her lips and lashed it with her tongue.

Allen groaned as he felt the hot wetness surround his turgid member and his knees almost buckled. Slowly, Christina slid his cock in and out of her mouth, gradually increasing her speed.

His hnds reached down to hold her head gently as she worked her lips and tongue on him, "That feels fantastic," he murmured.

Christina's nipples were almost painfully hard and her pussy was leaking, she was so wet. She stopped sucking and looked up at him as she continued to work her hand up and down his length, "Come for me... I want to taste you."

Then she returned to the task of teasing his cock with her mouth, her eyes burned as she stared up at him, never losing his eye.

He shuddered and groaned, "I'm coming... I'm gonna come."

His cock twitched as he shot stream after stream of his seed into her mouth. Chrstina swallowed convulsively, desperate not to miss any of the seminal fluid that hit the back of her throat.

Allen's face was flushed and he was breathing heavily as he assisted Christina back to her feet. Somewhat unsteady on his feet, he pushed her gently backwards towards the bed. Stopping only when her calves bumbed into the side of the mattress. Then he knelt down in front of her and slid her panties down her legs to her ankles.

Christina sat down on the bed and allowed Allen to completely remove her panties, she lay back on the bed and spread her legs, presenting her shaven, smooth pussy to him.

Allen smiled and leaned forward, he could see she was soaking and he inhaled the sweet aroma of her excitement. He planted a quick, delicate kiss on her pussy lips causing Christina to jump slightly. His tongue slid along the length of her lips as he used his finger and thumb to spread her puffy vaginal lips apart, presenting her swollen clit.

Christina cried out as she felt his tongue on her clit. He formed a spear with the tip of his tongue and concentrated on her button, every once in a while letting it slide down her pussy lips and then back up to continue the attack on her clit.

She lay back, her eyes closed in ecstasy as she grabbed his hair in her hands. Her breathing became more and more ragged as the heat built up in her womb, she knew that it wouldn't be long before she would orgasm due to his talented mouth working on her pussy.

Hernipples were painfully hard and Christina started to make a high pitched, keening sound in the back of her throat. Her pussy was burning hot and the waves of pleasure were increasing in intensity with every stroke of his tongue. Suddenly, without warning, her orgasm broke. Her teeth clenched tightly together and she couldn't help trying to force his face even harder into her womanhood. Waves of boiling pleasure flooded her womb just as her pussy flooded Allens face with her sweet juices.

He gave her no respite, and taking a firm grip of her thighs, pulled her towards him so her pussy was right at the edge of the bed. Then he knelt up, tall as he was, she was now perfectly positioned to let him line the head of his hard cock with her opening.

Allen lifted her legs up so that her ankles were over his shoulders and then pressed his cock forward, straight into her pussy and buried it completeely inside her. The breath was forced from her lungs as she felt his huge cock fill her up.

"Ohhh God!" was all she could say, he felt incredible inside her.

Allen waited a moment, allowing Christina the time to get used to him, he stared at her with lust filled eyes and watched her return his gaze. She looked him straight in the eye and almost snarled, "Fuck me!"

Her hands gripped the bedspread as he started to move his cock in and out of her, slowly at first, with long deep strokes, but gradually increasing in speed as passion took over and he started to lose control, soon he was slamming into her as hard and fast as he could, desperate to make her come again before he filled her with his seed.