"You deserve a little fun. Look at this week, we just landed the company a million-dollar contract. Come on, dance with me." Jason said putting his hand out.
My head was telling me no, but I was excited about the big contract and the alcohol from our celebration lowered my defenses. I held out my hand, letting Jason drag me out to the dance floor. The song was fast and we hopped around to the beat. When the song was over, I started to head back to our table but Jason grabbed my hand. He pulled me to him as a slow song came over the speakers.
I put up a token resistance before falling into Jason's arms. I rationalized that it was because of the alcohol I let Jason hold me tight to his body. After a few moments of swaying to the music, I could feel his hard cock pressing against me. I knew it was wrong but I felt a stirring between my legs. Jason whispered in my ear while we dance, "Vicky, you are so hot." When the song finished Jason kissed me on the cheek taking me back to the table.
I'm Vicky, Vicky Harris. I've been married for 23 years but not to Jason. Jason Clark is the new hotshot at our advertising agency. He is ten years younger than my forty-five years. Jason like me is married with an eight-year-old daughter.
Jason and I work for an advertising agency that has accounts all over the county. As a result, we travel to our clients. For me, that can be a trip every other month. The last three have been with Jason. On each trip, he has increased his flirting and hitting on me.
My marriage to Ross Harris has been a wonderful 23 years. We have produced two wonderful children Steve nineteen and Abby seventeen. Ross has a very good job as management in a manufacturing company. Ross is a great father and wonderful husband.
With all that I've just said you are probably asking why am I telling you about letting a man, not my husband, press his body against mine? Well, that was the start of my downfall.
When Jason got me back to the table, he started to order another round of drinks. I tried to tell him that I had enough and was finished. "Come on Vicky, you deserve this. This has been a big week for us."
I started to buy into Jason's line that I deserved it. One drink led to two and another dance grinding away. By our third time on the dance floor, Jason was practically dry humping me on the dance floor. I was getting turned on and Jason knew it. I didn't move his hands off my ass as we danced. He even copped a feel of my tits. He said it was an accident but we both knew he did it on purpose and I let him.
Back at the table, Jason suggested that we call it a night. "I should walk you back to your room and maybe we could have a nightcap," Jason said with his hand on my thigh.
I knew what he wanted but I thought I could stop it before it got too far. Jason leaned over kissing me on the lips. I hadn't kissed another man like that since before I met Ross. His tongue was down my thought and I didn't stop him. He looked at me "We deserved that."
Jason helped to my room; I stumbled a few times with him holding me up. Once in my room, there was no nightcap. I was in Jason's arms with his tongue in my mouth. We kissed for a few moments before his hands were in my blouse engulfing my tits.
Somehow, I got my wits about me and stopped him. "Jason, we can't. I'm a happily married woman to a great man."
Jason looked me right in the eyes. "From what I know about you, you are a wonderful mother. I'm married to a great woman. But it is just you and I here now. You're horny and I'm horny. We deserve this. No one will know but us. I'll stop if you tell me that you aren't incredibly turned on." His eyes shifted to my crotch.
His logic made no sense but he was right. My pussy was on fire. In just a few seconds I was back in his arms with my blouse and bra on the floor. Not sure how but the next thing I remember was being naked on the bed with Jason ramming his cock into my pussy. I couldn't remember if it was good or bad sex. I just remember waking up naked in bed with a hangover. A hangover with a naked man in my bed who was not my husband. My horror started when I realized that we had sex and I had a pussy full of his cum.
I slapped Jason, "What the fuck Jason? I can't believe you did that to me. I not on the pill you asshole."
"Calm down, I got snipped after Heather was born. You weren't complaining when I put two loads in you last night."
"Oh fuck, I can't believe we did that. We are so screwed."
"Oh please, we are not screwed. Okay, we did screw, twice. Why is this a problem? I enjoyed it and from the way you were moaning, you enjoyed it too. No one needs to know and no one will know. Hell, we deserved this. Come on let's take a shower."
Fuck I'm stupid. I agreed to take a shower and yes before we were all soaped up Jason's cock was inside me again.
I told Jason that this was a one-time thing and it would never happen again. He agreed as he got dressed to go back to his room. After Jason left, I showered again making sure I was completely clean everywhere including my pussy.
I don't think I could have been more nervous on the plane ride home. I kept imagining Ross walking up to me in the terminal with his finger pointing at me yelling. "Cheater, cheater, cheater."
That didn't happen. Ross came up to me, hugged me and kissed me like he does every time. We went home and like every other trip, Ross made love to me. God, it was horrible. The entire time Ross was inside me I thought for sure he would know that Jason had fucked me. I tried to watch the expression on his face as covertly as I could.
The expression was only that he was truly enjoying having his cock in my pussy. Unlike the fuck I had with Jason (that I remember) Ross made love to me. If I wasn't so nervous, I would have loved it.
Life went on for the next month and a half. Jason and I worked together like nothing happened and Ross and I were making love like nothing happened.
It was two weeks before the next trip that I got the memo that I had to travel. I was paired up with Jason again. Given how well we were working together I didn't think anything of it.
The first two days of the trip were like a normal work trip. Jason made his usual sexual innuendo but nothing more. On the third day, we sealed the trip with a signed contract. Jason suggested a celebratory dinner, he said we deserved it. I agreed, thinking just dinner would be fine.
Dinner included two bottles of wine. When he ordered the second bottle Jason said we deserved it. Sitting at the table Jason scooted next to me. He leaned over kissing me on the lips. "We had a good week, let's finish it with a great celebration."
We sat there and made out in the booth before I realized we were in a public place. I finally stopped me. "Jason, we are in public. We can't be that stupid." He grabbed my hand putting it on his hard crotch.
"Oh shit," I thought to myself. I had told myself that last time was a one-time thing but pussy was on fire. "Take me back to my room."
Jason pulled me up from the booth taking me in her arms. He kissed me on the lips grabbing one of my tits. I pulled back, and said too loud, "Damit Jason, wait till we get to the room."