Joy was engrossed in her work and it took a second or two for her to realise the phone was ringing. Answering it, it was her boss, Mike.
"Joy, I want you to come up to London for a series of meetings tomorrow and the day after. Yes! Before you give me an ear bashing, I know it's short notice but it is madly important." Mike waited for a second or two for the expected explosion and was surprised when it never came.
My wife sighed, "Ok Mike, I'll get the 7:50am train and be with you by 10:30. Have you sorted the overnight stay? Husband shouldn't mind too much if I explain why."
"Oh, the hotel is no problem for both nights." He said guardedly. He held his breath.
"Both nights? What do you mean both nights Mike?" Now she was reacting.
Ah, well yes, the 7:30am train is a bit late. I need you here for 8am tomorrow." He waited.
Explosion!!!
"How the hell can I get there for 8am? The first train is too late!"
"Come up this afternoon?" He timidly asked.
Well that's how my wife was travelling across London at 7:30am in a foul mood heading for a meeting she had had little time to prepare for. On the train journey, she had worked on the stuff she needed and after a short dinner in the hotel, well into the night to get ready. She was tired and irritable.
Arriving at the offices just off the Strand, she started to calm in the plush surroundings. Things moved easily as Mike had prepared everything and the meeting started on time, always a good sign.
Progress was good, the other delegates were lead by Sir Peter Straker, a well know business man who had a reputation for being rather ruthless at times. Joy took to him instantly; he was very decisive and clear about what he wanted. He seemed to warm to her as well and she caught him glancing in her direction on more than one occasion. The looks he was giving her seemed to be a bit more than business, and mainly directed toward her long legs, he was inspecting her body! Looking back at him, she felt herself wondering what he was like in bed, he was good looking and with a good body... and soon lunch was just around the corner.
"Well" said Mike, "lunch?"
"Hmmmm, yes but if we work during it, we should be able to close today early," said Sir Peter. Mike and Joy could see no reason to disagree and Hal and Liz, Sir Peter's people, were happy too. Hal was in his thirties and well dressed, while Liz, a slim attractive blonde, looked to be a similar age with a wedding ring on her finger.
The five of them left the offices for the short walk to lunch in Sir Peter's hotel. It was a good atmosphere and the work was quickly done. Sir Peter was in an exceptional mood and soon he had ordered champagne to follow the wine at lunch. Everyone seemed to think it was a good idea and soon one bottle turned to two...
Joy had not been involved at this level before and felt a bit uncomfortable drinking at this time of the day. Sir Peter made her feel at ease and spent a lot of time engaging her in the conversation. Soon they were all chatting like old friends and as the afternoon moved on and the wine flowed freely.
Mike was the first to excuse himself but insisted that Joy stayed and keep Sir Peter company with Liz and Hal. My wife was by now "merry" to say the least and didn't object at all. In fact, she was enjoying the company. Sir Peter was becoming rather forward toward her and well, she was enjoying his attention. Every so often he would touch her bare arm or shoulder lightly and each time she felt a little electric charge run through her body.
Another bottle later and Liz and Hal took their leave. Joy was quite surprised but as they left Sir Peter leant over and resting a hand on her exposed knee said, "They are going to bed. They think I don't know they are lovers"
Joy was quite shocked but just giggled and made no attempt to remove his hand from her knee, it felt nice.
Taking her acceptance of his hand on her leg as an invitation, Sir Peter slipped it higher. When she didn't resist, he pushed higher still and smiled when he discovered her stocking tops. He smiled again when my wife gently opened her legs wider allowing his hand onto her soft inner thigh.
As he lightly brushed the soft materiel of her knickers Joy felt a shiver of pleasure run through her, she sighed and looked him straight in the eyes.
"Call me Peter please Joy," he said softly, leaning forward, he kissed her. She willingly responded to his kiss by letting him explore her mouth with his tongue. The champagne had done its job and her defences were down. Her pussy was responding to his soft touch under the table and he could feel the wet patch as she became more and more turned on. He knew she was ready. Fingers found their way under the elastic of her knickers and onto her swollen clit. She shuddered and nearly came in the restaurant.
"Would you like to come to my suite? " He asked softly.
"I'm married Peter," she said breathlessly. My wife knew she shouldn't but she wanted him inside her so badly.
"You need to be fucked Joy," he continued.
Dropping her eyes, she nodded sheepishly and let him take her hand. Peter led her willingly from the dining room and off to be fucked.
As she entered Peter's hotel suite her head felt woozy from the wine and her need to be screwed. Peter took her straight to the bedroom and kissed her fiercely. His tongue was ravaging her mouth and she responded willingly.
As they kissed, his hands were all over her body and expertly her unzipped her dress and allowed it to fall to the floor. Joy realised she was acting like a slut but she was now beyond redemption. She needed fucking and she was going to do it with this man, now!
Her bra followed her dress and Peter, holding her at arms length, paused to look at her. My wife was stood before him in just her stockings, suspender belt and small knickers with a look of total longing on her face. He smiled at her and as he pulled her to him again, cupped her pussy with his hand. Joy melted against him and moaned as his hot hand closed over her raging pussy.
Busy fingers entered her body and she began to sag. Peter eased her back toward the bed and laid her gently down. He pulled his tie off and opened his shirt. Joy moaned again and reached for him, she wanted him inside her quickly.
With strong hands, Peter eased her legs together and deftly removed her knickers. She moaned again as he now opened her up and she got ready for his cock to ravage her. A slight pause followed and she nearly screamed as his hot mouth closed over her dripping pussy.
My wife writhed on the bed as Peter, holding her hips with strong hands, tormented her swollen clit with his tongue and lips. In no time at all he had her sobbing for him to stop as he drove her wild with pleasure. Try as she might she couldn't get his head from her cunt and truth be told, she didn't want too!
Sobbing and moaning Joy laid back and started to cum. Peter took her higher and higher time and again and she lost track of everything but her pleasure. She never knew how he had managed to get his cloths off but when he stood between her trembling legs, naked, she looked at his body.
Peter's body was well toned even for a man ten years younger but my wife's eyes soon fixed on the erect cock protruding from his groin. He was rubbing it gently and it continued to grow and thicken. It seemed to be a reasonable length but surprisingly thick. A big, fat purple knob with a silver drop of pre-cum was pointing straight at her cunt and she wanted it badly.
"So, what do you want, married lady?" Peter asked quietly.
"Fucking Peter, fucking now" she gasped.
My wife opened her long legs as wide as she could as her lover began to cover her body with his. Strong arms wrapped around her and she felt his weight covering her. He was naked and the heat from his body felt like a fire on her's.
Her arms went round him as she felt his stiff cock probing at her groin. Peter was having difficulty entering her without using his hands but with a quick movement of her hips my wife managed to line his slick cock up on her dripping pussy lips. Feeling her help him, Peter felt his cock penetrating her outer lips and he thrust hard into her welcoming body.
As the scorching hot cock sank into her sodden cunt my wife had a fleeting sense of guilt but it went as fast as it came and she screamed with pleasure as Peter's cock rammed all the way into her compliant body.
There was no gentleness in the way her lover used her body. He started a vigorous assault on her cunt and was thrusting his full, thick length in and out of her without mercy. Joy was like a rag doll under him as he kept up the pace and she felt him drilling her into the bed.
Wrapping herself tighter to him, she began to rake his back with her long nails. Lights were flashing behind her eyes and cries of "Oh god! Oh god yessss" were escaping from between her clenched teeth. He kept fucking her, hard.
