My name is Mary Risi, and I am what many would call a normal, thirty year old woman. I'm married to Vic, a man that I love deeply. We have two children, a five year old boy and a two year old girl. I work as a legal librarian at a mid-sized law firm in a large city in the Midwest. My husband and I have the usual busy lives, maintaining jobs, a house, and running the kids about. Like many people, we squeeze in sex when we can, less frequently than we'd like.
We have a secret, though. Some might call it a dark side. We are exhibitionists at heart. More than that, my husband enjoys watching me tease and titillate other men. I seem to have perfected this aura of innocence about it, appearing to be completely unaware of what I'm doing. Sometimes we target individual men. On other occasions, such as at a pool or the beach, I put on a bit of a show for all of them. Don't get me wrong, here. My husband has no desire to see me have sex with another man, nor do I want to. It's just a turn on for him to see how desirable his woman is, and to know that he is the one that gets to have me. For me, well, what woman doesn't want to feel sexy and hot? It is an affirmation, and it turns me the fuck on.
I am a highly sexual woman, but two things that really get me going are music and alcohol. I suppose this is where my story really begins. Last Saturday, there was, shall we say, an incident that has left me weak in the knees ever since. It's bad. If I even think about it, I find myself rushing off to the bathroom to give myself some relief.
It all started when my husband surprised me with tickets to see Pearl Jam at the United Center. The tickets were for a standing room only section on the floor in front of the stage. I was thrilled, and couldn't wait to go. When the night arrived, my husband ran the kids over to my parent's house for the evening while I got ready. I took my time in the shower, enjoying the warm water as I shaved everything bare from my waist down. One thing led to another, and my fingers found my clit, leading to an orgasm that made my knees buckle.
When I finally got out of the shower, I dried off, then put my hair up in a towel to pick out some clothes. Whenever we went out without the kids, I liked to wear something sexy, and this night was no exception. I selected a sheer black lace underwire bra and a matching thong to go with the sleeveless A-line black dress I was going to wear. I slipped my arms into the bra, pulling it on and attaching the hooks in the back. I reached in and adjusted my boobs, making sure my cleavage showed to my liking. I stepped into the thong and pulled it up, then stood there examining myself in the full length mirror. Pulling the towel off my head and shaking my hair out, I smiled at my reflection.
It may not sound like it, but I can be as insecure as any woman when I look in a mirror. Give me sixty seconds, and I can pick out a dozen flaws that would make me sound like a horrific sight. When I'm rational about it, I know that I've been blessed. I have long, dark hair to go with an olive complexion, full lips and high cheekbones. My boobs are a full C cup, bordering on a D, and they remain pretty damned perky, even after two kids. My trim waist gives way to wide hips and what my husband calls a perfect ass. I think my legs are my best asset, long and shapely. Display them in a pair of heels, like the black ones I would wear tonight, and they have the potential to cause traffic accidents.
I walked into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of wine, then returned to the bedroom to dry my hair. I stopped every so often to take a sip, and by the time I finished my hair I was feeling a warm glow. It didn't take much for alcohol to affect me.
I was just about to start putting on my makeup when my husband walked into the room. He stood there in silence, a smile on his face, taking me in. Fuck, I'm helpless when he looks at me like that. He came over and put a hand to my cheek, pulling me in and kissing me. His kisses make me fucking melt, and this night was no exception. He got more aggressive, and his hands were roaming. One was petting my ass, causing me to coo with delight. The other found a nipple through the sheer fabric of my bra, and a hard pinch made me gasp.
I have hands too, and one of them found itself grabbing the hard bulge of his cock through the front of his jeans. After fumbling with the button and zipper, I reached into his boxers and grabbed his stiff cock. It was burning hot in my hand as I stroked it up and down. God, how I love my husband's cock. I love how it feels in my hand. I love the look of it, the smell and taste of it. I love how he tames me with it, every time. The makeup would wait. I needed him inside me.
As if sensing my need, Vic lifted me up and placed me onto the edge of my dressing table, positioning himself in front of me. I looked down and watched as he pushed my legs apart and yanked the thong aside, then rubbed his meaty cock all over my pussy. He parted my lips with the head, and then slowly eased inside me. I fucking love the dual pleasure of watching his cock disappearing into me and feeling him fill me as he does. Once he was fully inside me, I looked up and kissed him as he started to fuck me. Positioned as I was on the dresser, I had little leverage to do much of anything other than hang on and kiss him. I just went along for the ride, as Vic used my pussy to please his cock.
All too soon, he picked his pace up, and Vic grunted into my mouth as we kissed. I could feel his cock throbbing as he filled me with his cum. That is just another thing I adore. I feel so owned when Vic cums inside me. So his. I know I have a job and a career and I'm an individual and all that, but when he cums inside me, all of that shit is gone. It feels as if my sole purpose on this earth is to be his.
Vic pulled out of me, then gave me a soft kiss.
"You'd better get ready. We don't want to be late for the show," he said with a grin.
"Jesus, Vic. You've got my motor running now. Are you really going to leave me hanging like this?" I asked.
"I like it when you're in a state, Mary. It's sexy as hell, and I swear you seem to broadcast it. Just imagine how many men will have wet dreams about you tonight. Besides, I plan make sure you are fully taken care of this evening."
"Okay, if you promise, honey. I really need that," I replied with a frown.
"Good. You finish getting ready, and I'll shower quickly. The limo will be here in about a half hour," Vic said.
I sipped my wine as I watched Vic strip down naked, which only fueled my need even more. Once he went into the bathroom, I concentrated on my makeup. By the time Vic came out, I was finished and was slipping into my dress. I stepped into my heels, then turned towards Vic, an expectant expression on my face. Vic paused for a moment, taking me in.
"You look fucking incredible, Mary. I really am the luckiest man in the world," he said with a smile as he moved in my direction.
I felt a warm rush of pleasure pass through me as I smiled back. "Never you mind, mister. You get yourself ready so we can go. If I'm going to wait, so will you," I told him. I stuck out my tongue for effect.
Vic laughed and finished getting ready. A short time later, the limo pulled up and we were on our way. We shared a small split of champagne in the limo, and I was tipsy and libidinous by the time we arrived at the arena. We went through security, and within a few minutes we were out on the floor, about thirty feet away from the center of the stage. The area filled up quickly, and excitement was building as the sound check was being finished.
Vic was standing a little in front of me, just to my left. There were people all around us now. I looked around me, and when I glanced over my shoulder, the man behind me caught my eye and smiled. He was kind of handsome in a rough sort of way, and was a bit shorter than I was. I gave him a quick smile back, then turned around and faced the stage again. I leaned over and whispered into Vic's ear.
"The guy behind me. I think maybe he deserves a night of torture. You should have seen the way he smiled at me," I said.
