My husband going away on a new assignment changed my life forever, his boss saw to that, and my husband's dad.
I was at the airport waving goodbye to my husband as he went through passport control, to disappear for five days on a business trip I had encouraged him to go on. Stood right next to me was his boss, the man I had called secretly, to almost beg him to let my husband go and do the business deal, he had declared that only he could achieve.
In amongst the crowd of well wishers, but against a wall, my husband of six months, had no idea that his boss's arm was around me, and that I was being held tight to him. My husband would only see our heads and shoulders. And he certainly wouldn't see his hand as he caressed my pert backside.
"Stop it Ralph," I hissed, but he was where he wanted to be, and until my husband disappeared I could do nothing. The fact that I found it so secretly and so naughtily exciting, had nothing to do with it.
"Please Ralph," I begged, "he might see you."
"If he could" he said, "he would get the biggest surprise of his life wouldn't he?"
"Yes Ralph he would, please stop," I was desperate.
"Well," Ralph told me, "if he knew, or even thought that inside the next ten to fifteen minutes, I would be fucking your brains out in the hotel room I have booked right here, he would have a heart attack!"
"Ralph," I cried, but with a huge smile on my face for Tom as he waved his last goodbye. Then Ralph ran his middle finger right down and up my rear crack and I almost fell down.
"Argggh" I breathed smiling. Then my husband was gone and I was paralysed. I had to lean against Tom's boss, I had no option, it was that or hit the floor.
He fingered my ass several times while I stood there in a trance, and I didn't know it but it was a sexual trance that was killing me.
"Tracy," he whispered, "you must have known this was going to happen. The minute that I said I had enough faith in Tom, you became mine. I didn't say it, but you knew it, you did didn't you, you silently agreed didn't you?"
He was right, I had said obliquely that I would be eternally grateful to him. That anything he asked it was his. I want my husband to succeed, and the day he came home chuntering a bucketful about not being given the chance to prove himself, was the catalyst that made this happen.
He was going to hand in his notice and leave, I calmed him down overnight, and as soon as he left for his office the next morning, I was on the phone to Ralph as Tom was just leaving the driveway.
I was polite, we passed the time of day, then he said, "So Tracy, what's on your mind, what can you do for me?" I never registered the play on words but I did later. I explained as best as I could about Tom needing to prove himself etc etc etc. He told me he would think about it.
I said that if there was anything I could do, anything I could say, that would him make his mind up then I would say it, do it, absolutely anything. His words were the ones that had brought me to where I was now. "I'm glad you think that way Tracy, and I'll hold you to your remarks."
Now I was here with him, the way he was holding me, out in the open, in public, and no one was watching or seeing him forcefully seducing me. He had just told me that in a few minutes he would be fucking my brains out upstairs in the airport hotel where he had booked a room for us.
I am Tracy Anne Keeler, I have been married for six months, I have known Tom my husband for two and a half years. We both work, or rather I don't anymore, at the same firm, I am twenty four, Tom is twenty six. He is the rising star, I was in admin. We dated, fell in love and now we are married. Ralph the boss was great to work for, all of us girls thought he was just so dishy too.
He was great to work for, he took an interest in all who were under him, and I'm sure one or more girls had been under him too, including a couple of the married ones, but that's their business. I knew him on a personal level, and he was , among others to our wedding. I also knew he fancied me too, well he would when you look like I do. But I am not a putter outer, one man, one woman was my motto.
I am five feet nine inches, I have long soft chestnut hair that is my pride and joy. I have also been blessed to look as good as I do and I know it. I am very good looking, and I am as fit as a fiddle. I lost a stone so my dress fitted perfectly at my wedding and I still weigh the same now. The only thing(s) that didn't go down were my tits. They are still proud, high, and even firmer now I am fitter.
Tom and I have always practised what we preach, to each other that is, wild animalistic sex. I love and adore it. Which is probably the reason why my body and mind reacted the way they did to Ralph, and his assured ways. He has a dominant personality, but is kind too. Also I assume his great good looks, had a lot to do with it, he is divorced and he takes good care of himself too.
I tried not to give in but I couldn't stop myself from nodding my head in agreement. The next thing I knew was, I was being led away by him, and into the hotel foyer. He had his arm around me all the way. It was I suppose like I was being kidnapped in broad day light and unable to arouse any one to release me. We went past reception, into the elevator, he pressed the button and then he took full control of me.
Now I was facing him, locked in his arms looking up into his strong handsome face. I still couldn't think of a valid reason why I was doing this, going where he was leading me. I was stepping towards my marital infidelity after only six months. And I knew, I knew I had agreed to this. But the most alarming thing was, I wanted it more as each second flew by. I felt so school girly naughty, unbelievably sexy, and getting more aroused with each passing second.
I was going to be unfaithful to my husband of six months, my vows were going out of the window, and I couldn't wait, not now. I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him, if he had had any doubts about me, that kiss blasted them out of the water. He backed me up the wall, I felt his hardness press into me and I swooned, I needed whatever it was in his pants in me sooner rather than later.
We were out of the elevator and I was floating in his arms and raced for the door, room 511. My husband was about a ¼ of a mile away I suppose. Ralph dropped the key card into the slot and we banged our way in. I was in as much of hurry as he was now. I was on the bed in a blink of an eye, my long hair flying all over. We undressed each other as we fumbled with each other body. I went for the hard steel bar that had been jutting into me in the elevator, the thing had scrambled my senses so much that I had to have it.
We never made soft sweet gentle love that you read about in stories or see in films. This was mad manic, in a desperate hurry for sexual gratification sex. As we battled to get at the other our clothes disappeared, and then Ralph was over me. I had a good hold of his cock, and his cock had a good hold of me.
I looked fervently up into his eyes, I know my mouth was open in anticipation. His eyes were locked into mine, he was already breathing heavily. I pointed him at me, rubbed the head into my slit and then BANG he was in and we were off! I let go, put my arms and hands up over him and pulled him down. The jack hammering he set off at was a rabid pace, he battered away, and I battered back.
