Sales Slut

Sales Slut 05

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My emotions were frayed to the point of breaking. The sex life I'd been enjoying was addictive. Every time I thought about having to stop, I'd feel my heart race and my skin got hot and sweaty, mouth dry, blurred vision, dizziness. I realized those were the symptoms of a panic attack! I was afraid to lose it!

At the same time, I knew Fred and I were getting too close. I couldn't ask him for help getting through this. He'd just try to convince me not to, and I'd let him! Johan was a thousand miles away, and a phone call wasn't going to let me express my fears convincingly.

But Chris? He had become so kind and gentle in the end. Yes, he used me like a slut, and fucked me at least once a week, but I kinda loved it... and I always felt there was a kindness in him that would treat me with some tenderness.

It was a Friday, and I was feeling lonely and ridiculously horny without my Thursday Fred fix to keep me sexually sated. I called Chris's office line, not wanting to risk anyone seeing me go into his office after hours.

"Chris. Can I see you before you go tonight?"

I heard what I think was an amused sound on his end. "Of course. Now?"

"No. There are still some people here. When they leave. Okay?"

"Sure. Just come over when you want."

It was nearly seven, and I called Willy to say I was running late, but would be home before our daughter's bedtime. Then I hurried down the hall to Chris's office, let myself in, and locked the door.

He frowned at me and my desperate expression. "What's wrong, Violet."

"I can't do this anymore, Chris!" I wept. "I can't keep cheating on Willy like this... but I really want to! I can't stop! I can't keep doing it, and I can't stop! I don't know what to do!"

"Have you talked with him about... even a little of this?"

I nodded. "I suggested a threesome, or even a gangbang. He didn't say no, but... he's just being agreeable."

"You're sure about that?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe."

"Well, how can I help?" he asked.

I felt a surge of hope. If Chris could talk me through this, maybe I could think of a way out. I had to get back to being a good wife and mother. This crazy double life was too much.

I pulled up a chair opposite him, laid out all the ideas I had, and what I liked or didn't like about them. It felt like one of our strategy meetings, and he had such a level head for those things. I hoped it would translate into something useful for this situation as well. After some brainstorming, and some wonderful suggestions from Chris, I had a plan. If it went well, I could turn my secret life into my new life and Willy could be part of it!

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That weekend, I arranged for my niece, who was just nine years younger than me, to come and take care of my daughter, and convinced Willy to take me on a weekend holiday. We just packed a bag and headed into the city. The hotels are crazy expensive, but I'd been getting some pretty nice commissions over the last month, so why not?

As per usual, the minute we got into the hotel room, I pounced. I got us both naked, told him to get on the bed, and give me a minute. In the suitcase was my little 'Pleasure Chest'. I snuck it in there while he wasn't looking.

"You brought it?" I could tell he was excited.

I brought the whole thing up on the bed. "What do you want to play with?"

"You," he replied.

I was giddy. I hoped Willy would be as excited as I was about the fun things we could do, and it started off well. My plan was to turn him on to the things I'd come to really crave, and hopefully inspire him to grant me a fantasy or two. Chris had suggested that if I could get him to think about sharing me as his idea, he'd go for it.

He put the blindfold on me, put me on my back and treated me to a world class pussy licking. I was moaning and having a great time while describing one of my fantasies.

I described him doing this to me in our bed, getting me all hot and worked up while he secretly let one of his friends watch. Then, when I was too horny to handle any more, he'd let his friend fuck me while he took pictures. Then, he'd reveal his surprise by having his friend put his cock in my mouth and Willy would start fucking me. And they'd both take turns with me all night.

While I narrated my fantasy, Willy made a pile of pillows, bent me over them, and started giving me a lovely fucking from behind. It was great. Well--okay. It was good, but I don't recall him being so hard since before our daughter.

We screwed around until dinner time. Then I got all dolled up in one of my more daring tops that fit my waist and left most of my cleavage on display, a short skirt, knee length boots (hubby has a boot fetish), and thong panties. Then I asked him to put my remote control vibrator inside me, and take me out for dinner.

The vibrator is like a clamp. It slides into my pussy right on top of my G-spot, and over my clit. The vibration is pretty quiet, but if you listen hard, you can still hear it. I call it my Torture Bee, because it buzzes and drives me insane. I fucking love it!

I guess I should have been a little more careful. This was very out of character for me, but I was desperate to feel some excitement. He agreed, but I could tell he was starting to get a little suspicious.

We went to a fantastic Italian place, and he toyed with me throughout the whole dinner. Almost from the moment we sat down, the very hot Italian guy serving us kept making eyes at me, and my sexed up eyes were doing the same with him. I couldn't help it. He was so tall and handsome with that olive complexion, sharp chin, and really nice ass. And the Torture Bee was getting me so fucking horny!

Willy kept the remote on the table where he could get to it, and would dial it up or down at the most inopportune moments. He was keeping it on level two or three most of the time, then would dial it up to six or seven when he thought someone might notice. It was so hot sitting there trying not to cum in a busy restaurant. I felt like I was in that scene from When Harry Met Sally, only instead of faking an orgasm in front of everyone, I was trying to hide a real one coming on strong.

I was still squirming around in my seat, pressing my legs together and moaning quietly, when my lovely waiter arrived.

"How was your meal?" He asked as he collected our dishes.

"Excellent." Willy said.

"Oh, god, yes." I moaned. "Mmm... so good."

Tall-Dark-and-Lovely nodded with a curious smile. "Would you like to see a dessert menu?"

"Mmm, yes!" I gasped. "I'd love something sweet."

"Oh, okay," Willy nodded.

"Very good." He left with another searching look, and I could just feel his eyes trying to get down my top.

My orgasm was right on the cusp, ready to throw me over the edge. Willy grinned at me and dialed the vibrato up for a second or two, making me clutch at the table as I almost exploded, then he dialed it back again. He reached across the table and took my hand.

"You're really enjoying this, huh?"

I nodded and panted softly. "Yes. Very much. You?"

He grinned and winked at me. "Should I stop?"

I nipped my lower lip and rolled my eyes. "No. Not yet."

The waiter returned with dessert menus when Willy turned the vibrator up from like level three up to 'Holy Fuck!', and left it there.

"Would you like coffee?"

I was trembling, my whole body twitching as I tried not to look like a crazy idiot.

"Coffffeee?" I whimpered. "Mmm, Yes! Yes! Something HOT would be so good! Hot! And Sweet! And Creamy!" I tilted the menu his way, and leaned forward a little, letting my top gape even more than it was. "W-w-w-what would you suggest?" It barely came out as a sigh.

First, he looked up at Willy to see if he was offended or ready to object, but I lifted the menu higher to block the view of my front. "What about... this one?" I pointed randomly at the menu, letting my finger slide along the page and tug the neckline on my blouse down more.

He obviously noticed and pointed down at the menu, too. "Hmm, you want something creamy?" His finger followed the path mine had taken, and he lightly stroked the valley between my tits. "Tiramisu. Creamy, and very sweet."

"Yes!" I chirped, the vibrator lifting my voice. "Yes! That sounds lovely! Oh, yes! And hot coffee. Espresso, with a shot of some Italian... I mean, something Italian. Liquor?"

"Anisette." Willy suggested. "And I'll have the gelato."

"Very good." My tall dark admirer said and left with a little wink before heading toward the kitchen.

I looked Willy in the eye and moaned desperately at him. "You're sooo naughty!" I gasped. "Bathroom. Follow me in 2 minutes!"

Willy went wide-eyed; amused, but shocked.

I got up and wiggled my way through the tables as I fought not to cum right there in the dining room.

He left the vibrator going as I went until I got out of range. I barged into the lady's room, and almost wanted to scream. Two older women and two younger ones were in there. Shit!

I spun on my toes, went out and stood hopping from foot to foot until I felt the vibrator kick into action again. Willy was coming!

As soon as I saw him, I hopped on my toes to greet him. "Occupied! Check in there."

He went into the men's room, came back in a few seconds and waved me in.

"Thank God!"

We rushed in and into the handicap stall. I had my top unbuttoned and open in seconds, then pulled out the Torture Bee from my wet and quivering cunt.

We didn't say anything. I just braced my hands against the wall, bent over, and Willy did the rest. He flipped up my skirt, moved my thong aside, drove his cock into me, and I sighed with relief. I so needed that!

He knew my body so well. Every touch, every kiss or nibble, every thrust was right where I needed it. My first orgasm was a gimme! It took no effort on his part at all. Then he went to work earning the next one.

This was definitely a first for both of us. I'd never had sex in a public bathroom before. Guess I can check that one off the bucket list. My second climax was getting so close, just a little more and...

Knock-Knock-Knock

Willy froze with his cock deep in me.

"Umm... taken." He croaked.

"Si, I know."

"It's him." I panted, turning to look back over my shoulder. Willy was holding my hips, looking back at me, and I think we both read each other's mind. My heart was ringing in my ears with every beat, and I could feel Willy twitching, like he might cum at any second.

He glanced at the door.

I made the slightest hint of a nod.

He lifted his brow.

I nodded again, more urgently.

Willy gave me an amused look, unlatched the door, and opened it.

Yes! It worked! He was going to share me, and it was his idea! I couldn't believe my luck to find this hot waiter just when I needed one. If he enjoyed it, if he liked seeing me give head to another guy while he fucked me, this might be the start of a new chapter in our lives!

I had to move to get out of the way of the door, and my Tall-Dark-and-Handsome was standing there with a fiendish grin. I reached out, grabbed him by the shirt, and pulled him into the stall with us, then slammed the door.

I was like a maniac, working to get his belt unbuckled and pants unbuttoned while Willy locked the door again.

I shoved the hot Italian with his back to the stall wall, and bent down to swallow his cock, letting Willy continue what he started. It took everything I had not to scream and shout for joy! As it was, my moans were making both of them hush me over and over.

All I can say is, what a lovely cock! Smooth, a nice hard shaft, big fat head, and comparable in length to my honey. I was taking him into my mouth, playing with him and letting my tongue enjoy every delicious bit of him. Then he grabbed me by the hair and pushed my mouth down to plunge into my throat!

Oh, God! It wasn't three cocks, but it was just what I needed. The combination of my husband fucking my pussy and this delicious man fucking my throat, I was well on my way to another massive orgasm. And I could tell by Willy's enthusiastic fucking of my pussy that he was more turned on than he'd been in a very long time. He even felt bigger somehow.

Suddenly, I had my hair pulled back by Willy, and he jerked and jumped inside me. He knows I love hair pulling, and had a knack for excellent timing. This was no exception. I could feel his hot cum flood my pussy, and I moaned and sucked my waiter through the whole thing, dizzy with how ecstatic I was at having succeeded!

He pulled out, and I whimpered at my pussy being abandoned. I spun around, clutching at my hubby. "Please, baby! Please! Can he finish me? Please?"

As I pleaded, my new lover came up behind me, cupping my breasts, and I could feel his hard-on up against my ass. He was waiting for Willy, but enjoying what he could while he had the chance.

We did our silent conversation again.

Willy met my eyes, brows lifting.

I nodded eagerly.

He cocked his head, a little doubt on his face. He was worried I might regret it later. Or maybe he worried he might regret it later.

I smooched a kiss at him, then gave him my best puppy-dog eyes and 'little girl begging for a treat' expression.

He smirked and ran his hand over my cheek, and nodded.

"Oh, God! Thank you!" I reversed them, pushing Willy against the wall and taking his cum covered cock into my greedy mouth as I waited for my waiter to take over at the other end. I was so ready for another good fucking.

Willy grabbed my head in his hands, and jammed his cock down my throat, rough and demanding! As I squeaked and struggled, he growled at the waiter. "Fuck my wife! Fuck her hard!"

I let out a sort of gurgle/scream/moan, back arching as my pussy was impaled on that lovely cock. He pounded me hard, really slamming me into my husband as he rode me toward my next orgasm. I was so wet, both from my orgasm and Willy's, it felt like my pussy was full of melted butter. I was close, almost there, when I felt a new sensation.

My lovely waiter used his thumb, smeared some of the slippery juices around my asshole, and pushed in up to the first knuckle.

I arched and pushed myself off my husband's cock long enough to mumble a few words. "Yes! Fuck my ass! Oh, God, I miss this!"

The words were out of my mouth before I realized what I was saying, and I choked! Literally! Wily's cock was in my mouth again, and I was desperately hoping he hadn't understood my mumbled words.

In the meantime, my Italian hottie switched holes, made me spread my legs more to bring my rear down to cock level, and rammed his cum and pussy juiced cock into my ass, working that hard length in a little at a time.

I guess with my fear that I just fucked up royally looming over my orgasm, I just couldn't get there. Well, that and he was in a hurry, was fucking my ass, and wasn't paying attention to my clit. I still loved it, and took his load up my ass, then leaned into my Willy's arms while the waiter cleaned up at the sink, and left.

I hung there, waiting for the fallout, but Willy laughed, kissed me so deep and hot, then grinned down at me. "That was so fucking hot!"

I huffed a nervous laugh and nodded. "It was? Are you upset?"

He laughed again. "Are you kidding? I never knew you'd even consider anything like that!"

I giggled. "Yeah. Me either."

Ugh! What are you doing, Violet? Here's your chance! Tell him!

"We should definitely do this again," he said.

Well, let's not be hasty. I don't want to mess up a good thing.

"Really? You want to?"

He snickered. "Well, yeah! I think you had a good time, right?"

I nodded so fast I worried my head would pop off.

Slow down girl. Don't give your hand away. This has to be his idea.

"So, let's do it again. Would you want to?"

I nodded like a crazed lunatic again, jumped into his arms, and went searching for his tongue with my mouth. I was so into our kissing, I completely forgot where we were. The restroom door opened again, and I froze in Willy's arms as we pretended not to be there until whoever it was did their business, flushed, and left.

"We should get out while we can," I said.

He nodded, then held up a hand. "Hold it. You're forgetting something."

I shrugged, not understanding. Then he reached into his pocket, and held up my remote control Torture Bee.

"Oh!" I laughed.

He rushed us out of the stall, rinsed off my vibrator, then told me to bend over and let him slide that wicked little device up my wet sex. He got out the remote, tested it to make sure it was working properly, and positioned it the way I liked it. Then we got back to our table where espresso, anisette, and dessert were waiting.

My darling waiter saw us and came right over. "Can I get you another espresso? These are probably too cold now."

"I'd love that, thank you, umm...?"

He grinned. "Marco."

I beamed him a huge smile. "Violet. And my husband, Willy."

"Caio." He grinned back, and reached for my hand just as my husband switched the vibrator on and turned it up.

I gasped, and clutched Marco's hand and trembled.

"Che cosa?"

I blinked at him, still shaking and panting a little.

"Umm, what's wrong?"

I giggled, casting my lover a look like 'you sneaky bastard'. He grinned back at me, and turned it up higher! Such a naughty boy!

"Nothing. You just...

really

excite me."

Willy almost laughed out loud.

"You excite me too, Signorina," Marco said, and he stroked a finger in the palm of my hand. Strange how such an innocent contact could carry such sexual energy.

We exchanged some awkward silence, my face probably turning bright red, while the vibrator in me hummed and I squirmed about in my seat. Then Marko went off to get our espresso, and I moaned with relief as Willy turned the vibrator back down to tolerable.

"You did that on purpose!" I hissed at Willy.

He snickered. "Of course, I did."

We made eyes at each other, and there was a sort of electric charge in the air around our table. We hadn't been this turned on with each other in so long! I couldn't remember the last time I was so excited by him. For a moment there, I was ready to go back to the bathroom for round two when Marco returned.

He gave us fresh espresso, two more anisette shots, and then placed a folded paper napkin on my lap. When he left, I glanced at it, and choked on a laugh.

"What?" Willy asked. He hadn't even noticed the napkin, so I folded it again, and passed it to him. It had Marco's first and last name. A phone number, and a little note. 'Call and will meet you anywhere.'

Willy grinned and passed it back.

After we were done, Marco brought the check with a pen to sign for the credit card, and Willy waited until Marco was gone, then handed the pen to me, along with another napkin.

"Give him the hotel address and room number."

I gaped at him. "What? Really?"

He grinned, turned up the vibrator, and winked at me. "Who knows? Maybe he'll come see you later and we can make that fantasy you told me come true."

God, I love my man! I whimpered and scribbled the note with my hand shaking, then got my lipstick from my purse, touched up my lips, and left a nice red kiss mark before folding it up.

"Good job." Willy snickered, and finished leaving the tip, then ushered me out, still leaving the vibrator on. We decided on a cab and practically attacked each other in the back seat before we made it back to the hotel. It felt like we had rediscovered how hot we were for each other.

He got me in the elevator, and we went at it again. I was way past the point of excited and well into the realm of lust-crazy when we got to our floor, and I wiggled off toward our room with Willy turning the damned vibrating Torture Bee up to 'Holy-Fuck' again!