San Diego

I woke up the next morning to Mike sitting down on the edge of the bed next to me and rubbing my back. His hand slipped under the blanket to reach up my shirt and then down under my panties. He squeezed a handful of my ass, kneading it.

I moaned and turned toward him slowly, not wanting to interrupt.

"Good morning," I said groggily.

Without opening my eyes, I ran my hands on him, up his arm to squeeze his shoulder, and over his lap to feel if he was hard.

"I have to go in a minute," he chuckled, allowing me to grope him.

I groaned disappointedly as I squeezed my hand around his bulge, feeling it stiffen from the attention. "You should stay and be a little late."

"I can't do that, but I do have something for you if you'll open your eyes."

"Is it hard and wet and yummy?"

"Wet and yummy, yes. Hard, not so much."

"Feels like it's getting there, though," I said, continuing to play with him through his pants.

"Someone's still in a horny mood after last night. Are you thinking about how much you wanted to fuck Ben?"

My chest tightened. From his tone, I couldn't tell if Mike was being playful or if he was upset. I finally opened my eyes, needing to see his expression to get a read on his mood.

"I'm still thinking about how you fucked me last night," I said, smiling up at him.

"Even though it wasn't what you really wanted?"

Shit. I knew I had to do some damage control. But it frustrated me that even the mention of trying a threesome, which we'd both talked about wanting, seemed to cause a problem.

"Being with you is always what I want," I said, honestly. Then I reached around to give Mike's ass a few playful squeezes, too.

That did the trick. He smiled and softened. "I'm sorry. I'm not trying to be a dick about this. I want to give you everything you want, but I guess it's making me feel more insecure than I thought it would."

"Well, I'm glad you told me. I would never want to make you feel that way," I said, feeling like an asshole as the words came out.

Then I glanced over to the side table and saw that the "hot and wet" surprise he'd brought me was coffee and a pastry. It was a thoughtful gesture that made me feel more guilty.

"Thank you," I said, sitting up and reaching for the coffee to take a sip.

"Have you decided what you're going to do today?"

The way he asked made me paranoid that he knew about the plans I was tempted to make with Ben. I'd deleted our texts and the call history before falling asleep the night before, but I wondered if maybe I wasn't quiet enough hiding out in the bathroom as we masturbated together over FaceTime the night before. But I knew I had to play it cool and hoped it was just an innocent question.

"I think I'm gonna walk along the waterfront and maybe do some shopping."

"Sounds fun," Mike said, not giving anything away with his tone.

"Do you still want to go out to the Mexican restaurant around the corner for dinner after you're done with work tonight?"

"Yeah. I'll probably be finished right around 6. Should I meet you back here so we can walk over after that?"

"Sure, that sounds good."

"Okay. I have to go. Hope you have a good day."

Mike leaned in to kiss my cheek before getting up and gave my ass one more squeeze. I hoped that meant things were mostly okay.

"You too. Send me a picture if you meet anyone famous at the convention."

"I will."

I waited until I heard the door click closed, then sighed and leaned back against the headboard. The night's sleep didn't really help me make up my mind, but I knew that the conversation I'd just had with Mike should have. I felt guilty about everything I'd already done and knew that it would be a terrible idea to do anything else behind his back.

But it also still felt so damn tempting. The way Ben made me cum so fast on his fingers at the tequila bar made me think sex could be really great between us. And that was before I even saw his impressive cock. Plus, we had a pretty good setup to make it happen discreetly. It felt so easy. And if I was honest with myself, the naughtiness of doing it behind Mike's back made it even more of a turn on for me, as wrong as I knew that was.

I took a few more sips of coffee and a couple bites of the pastry, then I got up to take a shower, still unsure of what I would do.

As I turned on the water, my phone chimed with an incoming text. A quick glance down and I saw it was from Ben. Of course.

Ben: Good morning. Just checking in, I know Mike must be at work by now lol

I smiled and picked up my phone to text back.

Ally: That's correct lol

Ally: Good morning. I'm still not sure what I want to do.

Ben: lol

Ben: No worries, I get it. If you're having doubts, we shouldn't push it. I wouldn't want you to end up regretting it or causing any problems.

Ben: Besides, I could always arrange a trip up to the office near you guys soon if he comes around ;)

Ally: haha, that's true

As grateful as I was that Ben was being so understanding and letting me off easy, part of me wished he'd be more pushy, to make it easier for me to go along with everything with a lighter conscience. But I knew it was for the best. Damn it.

I got in the shower then, wallowing in my guilt and mixed feelings. When I got out, I had another text waiting.

Ben: What are you up to today, then? Need any sightseeing tips?

Ally: Maybe. I was thinking about walking around by the shops near the water and the piers.

Ben: That's cool. Sounds like a fun day

Ally: Yeah

Ally: Maybe the second most fun thing I can think of lol

Ben: Haha

Ben: And what would be the first? ;)

Ally: I think we just ruled it out

Ben: Well, if it's your first choice, maybe we need to revisit the ruling out procedure

Ben: How about a pros and cons list? That always helps me make decisions

Ally: lol

Ally: I don't know if that would be a good idea

Ben: Maybe just the Pros then? That will be easy

Ally: Haha

Ally: Sounds like trouble

Ben: You seem to like trouble, though ;)

Ben: I'd say that fits on the Pros list

Ally: lol

Ben: What are you thinking about wearing to the shops?

I shook my head at the phone and sighed when I saw that message, unsure how to respond. So I didn't. I let it linger for a few minutes while I got ready, contemplating whether I should shut things down once and for all or continue flirting along. I knew what I wanted to do, and that seemed to keep winning out. Better judgment be damned.

Ally: I brought another dress to wear

Ben: Is this one kinda short like the one you wore last night?

Ally: It's about the same, about mid-thigh

Ben: Don't suppose you forgot the rest of your underwear at home?

I noticed my cheeks were hurting from smiling so much at my phone as I let things with Ben build up again.

Ally: lol

Ally: Maybe I can forget them at the hotel

Ben: I think you should

Ben: And maybe I'll happen to be in the area shopping, too

Fuck. The thought of meeting up with Ben in public again was even more of a turn on. My pussy throbbed as I imagined all the possibilities.

Ally: What would you do if we bumped into each other?

Ben: That would be up to you

Ally: What would you want to do?

He started and stopped typing a few times, which made me smirk to myself, wondering if he was hesitating about how much he should say, or just thinking through exactly what he would actually want.

Finally, his text came through.

Ben: I'd want to find a semi-private place to pull you aside so I could push your skirt up and pull your top down. I'd want to touch you and taste you, and feel your hands and mouth on me, too. If it was private enough, I'd want to bend you over and cover your mouth with my hands to keep you quiet as I fucked your slutty married pussy hard and deep.

Well, fuck. Imagining all of that caused my pussy to clench. I was desperate to feel the thrill of doing something so risky with someone so off-limits.

Ally: Why do I get the feeling I'm not the first married lady you've seduced? Lol

Ben: haha

Ben: Does that mean it's working? ;)

Ally: I guess we'll find out

Ben: Heading out to the shops?

My heart hammered in my chest as I teetered on the verge of letting go. Then I typed out another message and quickly hit send before I could talk myself out of it.

Ally: In a few minutes. Maybe I'll see you there ;)

The thrill didn't dissipate as I finished getting ready to go, as I rode down the elevator, or as I walked towards Seaport Village. A warm, gentle breeze tickled my bare pussy under my dress. My nipples were hard and poked through my clothes as I browsed the shops.

I knew it would take Ben some time to get there, but the thought of other strangers noticing me made me want to show off even more. At that point, I finally made the decision to embrace spontaneity and the freedom to do anything that felt good.

So, I ducked into a fitting room in one store, grabbing a random top to pretend to try on. Instead, I just took off my bra and stashed it in my purse, taking a minute to check myself out in the mirror. I liked how apparent my hard nipples were with just the thin fabric of my dress covering them. With a new tingle of exhibitionist excitement, I headed back out of the store, blushing and smiling.

Wetness pooled between my thighs as I continued shopping amongst the crowd of other tourists, feeling the heat of the sun on my bare shoulders, the gentle, tingling friction of my dress brushing over my hard nipples as I walked along, and a slight sheen of stickiness on my skin from the humid air.

By the time I saw Ben, I already felt on the brink of orgasm.

He smiled from a distance, his eyes poring over me.

I smiled back, glancing down to check out the bulge in his shorts.

"You look like you're having fun," he said, as soon as we were close enough for me to hear him.

"I am," I confirmed, feeling a fresh tingle of excitement from his proximity. Then I looked around before taking a step closer and letting my fingertips brush over the front of his shorts. "How about you?"

"I would say I'm very excited to see you," Ben said, smirking. "I tried to come prepared. I doubled up on underwear to contain things as much as possible. But I've been fucking throbbing since I got your texts."

My chest heaved, and I bit my lip, looking down and letting my eyes linger on him.

"It's still pretty apparent. Only so much you can do to hide that."

"Fuck," Ben muttered, chuckling and leaning down until his lips brushed against my ear, his hand snaking around my waist and down to grope my ass. "I need to feel you, Ally. Right fucking now."

I sighed, gripping a handful of his shirt in my fist and holding him close as my nipples brushed against his chest.

"C'mon, let's go," he said then, taking my hand and leading me off through the crowd.

We both looked around, trying to spot a place where we'd have some semi-privacy. After a few minutes of searching and laughing together, I spotted a new shop under construction that was tented off on one side.

"Maybe in there?" I asked, squeezing Ben's hand to hold him back and pointing toward the stall.

"Let's check it out," he agreed.

We walked over, and I looked around to make sure there weren't any security guards in the area, or anyone else watching us too closely. We found a seam in the cloth tarp and peeked inside to find that the structure of the shop was already built, but still unfinished. There was just enough room for us to squeeze inside, but our feet might be visible to people walking by or looking from a distance. And if a strong breeze blew, the tarp might blow open enough for someone to see inside. It was definitely risky.

"What do you think?" Ben asked, smirking at me and then glancing around too, checking that our coast was still clear.

I just smiled back and nodded, pushing on his chest to urge him through the opening into the stall and following right behind.

As soon as we were inside, we came together wordlessly. I couldn't say who kissed whom first, but it didn't matter. I moaned and sucked on Ben's tongue and our limbs tangled as we groped at one another and struggled to push clothing aside.

I reached for his bulge, rubbing and squeezing before opening his shorts and reaching into his doubled-up underwear barrier to pull out his hard cock and balls. I wrapped my hands around him, caressing and stroking.

Ben groaned into my mouth, losing focus on the kiss as I rubbed my thumb over his head, using his leaking pre-cum to lube his thick, hard shaft.

He seemed to recover after a few moments, though, and squeezed my ass, pulling me against him. He lifted my dress and pressed himself into me, grabbing my bare pussy and rubbing, pressing two fingers into my slit.

My head rolled back, and I moaned louder than I should have, already so close after building myself up all morning.

Ben held me around the waist to support me as he kicked my legs apart and pushed two fingers into me. They slipped in easily, and my wetness was audible as he started fingering me hard and fast, his palm hitting my clit with every upward thrust of his hand.

"Oh fuck, Ben!" I moaned as he kissed and sucked on my neck, groaning into my ear.

"You're so wet. I can't wait to feel you wrapped around my cock. You're such a horny married slut, aren't you, Ally?"

"Fuck!" I gasped, clenching.

"That's it. I want you to cum for me. Make that taken pussy cum again on my fingers. Soak my hand. Your holes belong to me now, and I'm going to fill them all."

Ben's words brought me over the edge, and I struggled not to yell out as I held his hand down on me and rode the waves of my orgasm, writhing in his arms and grinding on him.

He moaned into me and kept thrusting with his hand until I finally had to push it away once I got too sensitive. Suddenly, all the sounds around us came rushing back as my senses recovered. Seagulls cawing, people's chatter, and music playing from hidden speakers all around. It all seemed muted following my orgasm, though, and my ears were ringing.

"Get on your fucking knees," Ben growled, pushing down on my shoulder before I'd fully recovered, while he fisted and stroked his cock.

I moaned and smirked up at him as I let him guide me down, knowing that anyone paying attention around us could see Ben's feet and my knees on the ground under the tarp, and it wouldn't be hard to deduce what was happening.

I wrapped my hands around his cock, stroking and cupping his balls right away as I leaned in to swirl my tongue around his tip, moaning as I tasted the pre-cum leaking from his slit.

Even though we were in a risky spot and I was so incredibly worked up, I took my time teasing him, rubbing my tongue over his frenulum and pressing it into his slit as I squeezed my fingers around the base of his cock, stroking slowly.

Ben groaned and slid his fingers into my hair, combing it back and then resting his hands on the back of my head.

My pussy tingled when he put his hands on me like that and I smirked to myself, determined to go on teasing him until he lost patience and took more.

I flicked and swirled my tongue along the underside of his cock, then slid down further to do the same to his balls.

He tensed in reaction and pressed my head down, so I took his balls into my mouth and moaned as I sucked on them and rubbed them with my tongue. His slightly musky, manly smell drove me wild as he smothered me in his crotch.

"Oh fuck! Suck my balls, you dirty slut."

I continued stroking him as I worshiped his ball sac, moaning and sucking eagerly. The throbbing in my pussy became too distracting at that point, so I reached under my dress to rub myself.

Ben groaned. "You fucking love that, don't you? Such a slutty wife, getting off by sucking on your husband's coworker's balls."

I moaned affirmatively as I sucked, looking up at him from underneath his long, thick cock.

He took over stroking, rubbing his cock all over my face and slapping me with it while he held my head in place with his other hand.

"Look how easily you've turned into a whore for my dick. You're dying for me to fuck your face, aren't you?"

"Mmhmm," I moaned on him, rubbing my clit faster.

"Beg me to do it," Ben commanded, gripping my hair and pulling my head back.

I felt every word throbbing inside me, as deep as I hoped to feel his cock. I was so far gone already, a panting, whimpering mess on my knees, that the thought of begging for his cock only turned me on more. Any question about whether I should be there no longer felt relevant.

"Please fuck my face, Ben. I want to feel your cock pushing down my throat. I want you to choke me on it. Don't stop when I gag."

"God, you're such a sexy whore!" he moaned as he did just what I'd asked, gripping a fistful of my hair and pulling my head onto him as he pushed his hips forward, thrusting down my throat.

He held me down as I gagged, giving me a chance to adjust for just a few moments before pulling back and thrusting again.

"I never knew my coworker's wife would turn out to be such an easy slut. The way you came onto me last night at the bar and asked your husband for permission to fuck me. It's so hot that you want that. It turns me on so much to be taking what's his."

My moans got cut off as I gagged and choked, tears streaming down my cheeks as I struggled to maintain eye contact. Saliva dripped down my chin and chest as Ben pushed me backwards, holding my head against a cabinet as he continued thrusting, pinning me in place. In that position, I was forced to take as much of his cock as he gave me, and the back of my head bumped the hard wood with each of his thrusts. It felt like too much and exactly what I'd been needing all at once. I reached down to rub my soaking wet pussy as he used my mouth.

We both froze a few moments later when we heard voices close by, and Ben pulled back so that he could peek out through the seam in the tarps. It must've just been someone passing by, but it was enough to break the spell.

Ben pulled his shorts back up and closed them, tucking his cock away, then gave me a hand to help me up.

I stood and fixed my dress, wiping my face as best I could and smiling, laughing.

He smiled back and kissed me again, then buried his face in my neck, whispering in my ear again. "I don't want to stop there."

"I don't either," I agreed easily, nails digging into his arms as I shivered from his warm breath on my skin.

"Can we go back to your hotel? Take advantage of the time while Mike's still at work, before I have to go in?" Ben asked, pulling back to make eye contact.

I pretended to still be contemplating it for a few moments longer, then agreed, nodding and smiling. "Yeah, I really want that."

Ben smiled widely and kissed me again, then checked that the coast was clear before slipping out of the covered booth, holding my hand and pulling me with him.

The hotel was about half a mile away, but Ben used his phone to request an Uber, not wanting to waste any more time.

"I already parked at the hotel. Wishful thinking, I guess," he admitted.

I laughed, feeling only a little strange that I'd given him the confidence to do so. It seemed I was kidding myself that I hadn't already made up my mind about everything pretty much from the moment I laid eyes on Ben at the bar the night before.

During the short Uber drive, we continued fooling around, with less than discreet touching and whispering. I couldn't allow the spell to break, or to give my guilty conscience any room to take over.

We separated as we entered the hotel, walking as quickly as we could toward the elevators without drawing attention.

As we passed the gift shop, I had a brief thought about picking up some condoms. Mike and I didn't use them, so there were none in the room. I wondered if maybe it was another thing that Ben had planned for. But at the same time, I hoped he hadn't. I was horny enough to let myself not think through the consequences of going without.