GONE IN MINUTES Ch 6
Written by Vandemonium1
Edited by CreativityTakesCourage
Just another quickie, with no beginning and no end. A little vignette to celebrate the joy of writing and a seldom if ever used discovery method. It could have been fairly titled, 'Gone in Seconds'. Feel free to add a beginning, an end or anything in between.
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The fingers trailing across my mini skirt clad ass as I stood facing my colleague, Julie, at the company Christmas party sent a trail of sparks straight to my libido. Say what you like, at forty-eight no amount of looking in the mirror, no amount of husbandly compliments or ones from colleagues and friends alike say, 'you've still got it', like a physical touch. The simple act of three or four fingers trailing their way slowly and sensually from left buttock to right along the line of my super-short dress. Sometimes on silky fabric, sometimes on silkier skin, at exactly the half-way point drawn along my panty covered sex. Pressing briefly but insistently. The touch, from the guy who'd walked ever so slowly behind me, made me wet in the scant three seconds it had taken.
Julie no doubt wondered at the beatific smile on my face as I considered just how glorious my life was. There I was, celebrating my first Christmas as a recently promoted manager in what, until recently, was a male dominated industry. A woman who'd just last week attended the college graduation of her youngest child, dux of the class and destined for greatness in her own right. I had a husband who'd also built a successful business with his own hands and his own blood, sweat, and tears. A husband who always put me above every other demand on his time and even after over twenty-five years of marriage, showed me just how attractive he thought I still was, several impromptu times a week at least.
A husband who the last time I checked was talking to my company's owner on the other side of the room. I looked at the retreating back of the carrier of the fingers of fire just to make sure it was Jacob, not some soon-to-be-writhing-on-the-floor-clutching-his-balls-then-slapped-with-a-sexual-assault-suit random. No, there he was, my fifteen-year younger lover; the real reason my life was going just so damned well at the moment. He was moseying away from me, face half turned back over his shoulder, a smile playing on his face, no sign of the smug smile he'd worn when I introduced him to my husband, Dave, at the start of the evening, thank Christ. When he sensed me looking at his retreating back, he raised his fingers and passed them under his nose, telling me he knew I was excited and knew it was him that excited me. Probably better not to ever tell him that if he could smell anything it was likely from when I'd come out from the bathroom to find Dave dressing for the party in the main bedroom. He'd taken one look; his nostrils had flared and he'd taken me. Just pushed me onto the bed, dropped his own briefs, pushed my panties aside and taken me. That's what I mean; with that evidence of two hunks finding me irresistible, I was one lucky wife, mother, and upwardly mobile woman.
I smiled at Jacob's back and wondered if, for once, I could relax my rigorous safety rules, text Jacob to meet me in one of the cloak rooms, bend over and ride that glorious cock of his to heaven and back. I'd fucked Dave and Jacob on the same day a couple of times and to say it was hot was a massive understatement. Just the thought of it was enough to make me gush. I briefly thought of dragging Dave into the cloakroom but quickly discounted it. One, Jacob wouldn't appreciate having the fact I still fancied my husband rubbed in his face like that and, two, having hot and dirty quickies bent over chairs in cloakrooms was for lovers, not husbands.
I fought the almost irresistible desire to text Jacob to meet me. l'd maintained a lover for eight months now, undiscovered, by being meticulously careful about when and where I met him and how I cleaned up and behaved before and after meeting him. I also knew a huge part of it was how I behaved around my husband, being super careful not to show him any less respect than I always had, even whilst stabbing him in the back in possibly the worst way a wife can. And, yes, I knew that was what I was doing but the allure of illicit sex with a young and handsome stud was beyond my capability to resist.
