Loving Shared Wife 2 E-Book

Sarah Williams

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• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 349

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Beschreibung

How To Be A Great Wife Your husband has already told you that he wants you to have sex with other men, and you may want from other men what your husband can't give you. And that's okay. When looking for sexual playmates, you want to look for what you can't get at home. If your husband has a small penis, you may want to experience a man with a larger penis. If your husband is timid in bed, you may want a more aggressive man. The great thing is that you have options. You already know what it's like to have sex with your husband, but wouldn't it be nice to experience what you felt the first time you made love to and with him or any other guy. Sex with strangers can be exciting and very fun. It allows you to be a teenager again and have the fun you had when sex was new.

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Loving Shared Wife

Your husband has already told you that he wants you to have sex with other men, and you may want from other men what your husband can't give you. And that's okay.

When looking for sexual playmates, you want to look for what you can't get at home. If your husband has a small penis, you may want to experience a man with a larger penis. If your husband is timid in bed, you may want a more aggressive man. The great thing is that you have options.

You already know what it's like to have sex with your husband, but wouldn't it be nice to experience what you felt the first time you made love to and with him or any other guy. Sex with strangers can be exciting and very fun. It allows you to be a teenager again and have the fun you had when sex was new.

The important thing to remember is that all men are going to be different. Some men are going to be more experienced and some men are not going to have much experience at all. You have to choose whether you want to have sex only with men who have a lot of experience, or if you are going to try out several men. And you have to try out several men to find just the right ones.

Having too many rules can make things strange. I have only had two rules; No physical, real pain, and NO CONDOMS. I like to keep it simple. I don't want to put too much thought into sex because it shouldn't be something you have to work out. Sex should be spontaneous and fun.

I don't like condoms because they make me raw, and they just feel weird. Men, my husband included, tell me that when they wear condoms that they can't feel anything. I think that both, or all, people involved in sex should feel everything. I also like the feeling of a man cumming inside of me. So, it is up to you if you want men to wear condoms or not. I have found that most men don't want to wear them, and I am very okay with that.

Every couple is going to have their own set of rules, but keep in mind, in the throes of passion, some rules go out the window. It just happens. The only rule that should always be paramount is that of being honest with each other, you, your spouse, and your lovers. Tell your husband what you want, tell your lovers what you want, and allow them to show you what they want.

Friends make great lovers, yet they can become clingy. Strangers are best for sex, at first, because of the thrill of someone new.

For some wives having sex with another man can be scary. That is why your husband must be there. You want your husband's protection, but you also don't want to say no to a lover because if you do, you may lose out on a very pleasurable experience. Once the two of you feel comfortable, you can agree on you having lovers alone, without him being there. And you can go to lovers and be just with them.

Being a Hotwife, which is what you will essentially be, is a special position to be in. You are what other men crave and experience their fantasies with. And by being a Hotwife, you not only can please other men, but you also please your husband at the same time.

What should you look for in a potential sex playmate?

First, you should ask yourself what matters to you. Do you want to experience sex with a man who has a large penis? Do you care if he has facial hair? Is his weight important to you? These are things you have to consider when looking for a sex playmate.

If you want your sex playmate to be the best sex you have ever had, you have to be the best he has ever had. This means that you have to be open to new experiences. I am not saying that you shouldn't have boundaries. What I am saying is that you have to be open to possibilities.

If you are not into, or very good at, giving a man oral sex, I suggest you work on that. When other men come to you, or you go to them, the best part is when you show them that you really want them to please you. The best way to do that is to show them that you want to please them.

Men love confident women. So, when you get with a new sex playmate, it is best to be very open and allowing.

Kissing is a cross-cultural foundation of romantic relationships and has been throughout the ages. It's a fundamental expression of desire, intimacy, adoration, and passion for one's romantic partner. Certainly, some people are more "kissy" and comfortable with physical affection than others. And some women even refuse to kiss their sex playmates. Where's the sense in that?

Kissing is something I always do, no matter who I am having sex with. I like to kiss and I liked to be kissed. Men like to kiss, too. Make sure that this is part of your sexual play. It can only enhance the experience. If the guy isn't a great kisser, it really won't matter once everything else starts happening. And to be honest, most husbands want you to be as intimate as you can be with other men. It turns them on.

How you dress when you meet a new playmate is going to be important, too. You want to dress revealing or wear something easily pulled up, down, or off. You want to make sure that your sex playmate knows that you are available and accessible. Do Not wear panties or bras. They get in the way.

When you are looking for a sex playmate, remember that men like it dirty, too. Express your inner truck driver or sailor. Talk dirty. When you're telling him what you want him to do, say it like he wants to hear it. Not only will it excite him, but it will also benefit you in the long run.

It's okay to tell him to "fuck me hard and deep! Give me that cock and make me your whore!" Tell him to, "Fuck me like a slut with your big cock!" Men love hearing that, and it sets the sex you are having apart from everyday lovemaking.

Men love women who are open to trying new things in the bedroom. Everyone has a different sexual appetite, so be adventurous and willing to try new flavors. It's boring to do the same thing all the time anyway. It's also important not to make a guy feel bad about anything he wants to do. When you're open to his fantasies, he'll feel safe to express himself sexually with you on a deeper level.

LEARN TO SWALLOW! When you swallow a man's cum it tells him that you accept him completely. And it is a thank you to him, as well, for all that he has done for and with you.

For men, sex is very much about feeding their egos. They want to feel desired, appreciated and worshipped. And this is why oral sex is so important to men. They are fixated on it so much because they want you to worship their cocks just as much as they do. The key to giving a mind-blowing BJ is actually enjoying it. Having the power to send your man over the edge with a knee-buckling, thigh-quivering orgasm should make you feel sexy as hell.

Make eye contact with your man while you suck him and let him see how much pleasure it gives you to please him. You'll make him feel like a rock star! And he will do the same for you!

You want the men you get with for sex to want you. So, you have to show them you want them. Kiss them, rub them, go down on them. Take them to the bedroom and have them undress you, then undress them. Get excited. Once on the bed with your legs in the air, get into it! Show him how much you love having him do what he is doing to you. Tell him how good it feels.

Telling him to use you will make him get more excited. Men like to be told what to do in bed, in certain ways. And some guys like to be very manly in bed and get a little rough. Let them.

Be vocal in bed! Guys like screamers. Guys like women who are loud in bed. Be what he needs and he/they will be just what you need. And don't just lay there, move your hips, grind on him, get excited and let him know that he excites you.

Don't Fake It! Women usually mean well when they fake an orgasm. They don't want to bruise their man's ego. So, they just let him think he finished the job. However, you're actually giving positive reinforcement for something that didn't work. If your man isn't pleasing you, tell him how he can. Above all, your man really does want to please you. And faking it doesn't allow him to be the best lover he can be.

If you know that you aren't going to come and you are ready to finish, you can just tell him/them. A direct instruction such as, "I want you to cum in me, fill me up, baby" will let him know he's free to let himself go without worrying about whether it's been long enough for you.

It's up to you now to find the men you are going to play with, maybe more than once. But don't discount the one-timers. Let your husband go online and find men to have sex with you. Go online yourself and look for men to have sex with. The important thing is to find men for sex. You already have a great husband who is allowing you to have sex with other men. What are you waiting for?

She Cheats With Her Husband's Permission

She was playing the role to a dot. She sat down on the coach across from the handsome man and crossed her legs. She knew that he saw the top of her stocking and the strap of her garder belt in the split second before she modestly covered her leg. She felt her pussy twitch at the thought.

Here she was. She had met him a couple of months ago while having lunch with a girlfriend. He was himself having lunch at the next table with a business acquaintance. He kept glancing in her direction. Although he was subtle about it, she had felt the stare. She enjoyed the attention that she was getting from men, but usually would not think about it twice. She was married. This was different; she was instantly charmed by the classic good looks of this tall, handsome gentleman... Suits had gone out of style in the hipster culture of Silicon Valley. She did not agree with that. There was something to be said about a man in a suit. She avoided turning her head in his direction but eventually their eyes crossed. She smiled.

The food arrived, the plate was beautifully arranged. Everything in the new restaurant was exquisite. She was proud of her work - one of the best. She knew that she had spent way too much time on this remodeling project. Working with Philipp, the restaurateur, a flamboyant, moody, passionate, uncompromising homosexual had been a challenge. They had loved and hated each other in the process but at the end they had become friends.

The handsome gentleman was looking at her plate - She saw that he was about to say something... anything to start a conversation. Sandra was a stunning woman, slender figure, small but perfect natural breasts, delicate face framed by abundant wavy dark hair. She dressed with impeccable tastes. Most men felt intimidated by her beauty and few dared to approach her. Yet, she was warm, kind and engaging.

Before the handsome man could say something, a tonitruous voice erupted from across the room, getting all heads to turn: "Sandra, ma chérie mais que fais tu là?" Philipp had a new French boyfriend and had decided that he was fluent. Sandra was always a little embarrassed by the flaming mannerism of her friend. She blushed.

Philipp sat down on the bench next to Sandra and kissed her hand. "Ma chérie", repeating two of the 10 French words he knew, "You should have called. So what do you think of the restaurant in action? Isn't it marvelous?" Philipp turned to the handsome man who had been listening in with a smile "you know... she is the best... do you know that she completely remodeled this place, it was a dump, she is the best designer in the whole city - if you ever need a designer, you should hire her". Philipp liked to take random strangers as witnesses, clumsily trying to get Sandra business. He felt that he owed her that for getting such a deal on the remodeling fee.

"This is impressive." answered the handsome man. He was answering Philipp but staring at Sandra. He had deep blue eyes and a warm smile. "I could actually use some help. I just opened an office in San Francisco and frankly I do not care much about the design. May be you could look at it?"

The conversation went on. Martin was a venture capitalist from New York - his firm had just opened an office in San Francisco. He was splitting his time between San Francisco and New York while building the local team. Business cards were exchanged and Martin offered to call the next day to set up a time to look at the office.

Sandra went on with her day. She was a faithful wife and had never cheated on her husband. She loved him and her family, but she couldn't help feeling strangely turned on. When she came home, Kevin had just come back from a run. He was about to jump in the shower. Kevin was a solid guy. She had always been attracted to him and their sex live was fantastic. Both in their late thirties, blessed with 2 children, they had regularly passionate and mature love making. The kids were not back from soccer practice.

Sandra gave a kiss to her husband and the animalistic smell of sweat entered her nostrils. She instantly became wet and groped her husband's crouch - She did not care for foreplay, she needed to be fucked. He knew that. Without a word or a kiss, he pushed her against the sink, lifted her skirt, pulled down her panties and rammed his cock into her pussy. She came almost immediately, but he kept pounding her hard and mercilessly until she came again, this time longer and more intensely. Her clitoris was now sensitive and her pussy deliciously sore. She felt her husband's cock hardens as he filled her with long gushes of cum. She came again. Spent, he pulled out and jumped in the shower leaving her bent over the sink her pussy dripping with cum.

Dinner was nice, the family was together. The kids were excited by their soccer practice. They had scored a few goals and were ready for the tournament that week-end. They were telling stories of "killing" the other team and scoring more goals than any other team before. Kevin, a former college athlete was encouraging them to kill the other team but giving them notions of fair play at the same time. The boys were confused but happy. Sandra felt more in love with her husband than ever before. He knew her so well. He knew what she needed - she felt a little guilty to have fantasized about another man. That night, they made passionate love again.

She was in the middle of a morning project review when the call came. She recognized the area code as one of the boys' teacher who had just transferred from New York. She decided to pick it up, hoping that all was okay. When Martin came on the phone she immediately blushed and her brain went blank. Stuttering, she apologized and said that she would call back. She must have looked startled as one of the contractors asked her if everything was okay. Her heart was racing. She went through the meeting without really being there.

She could not call him back; she would not call him back. This was stupid; she did not need that sort of aggravation into her life. She had a perfect husband and a perfect family. She did not want to have anything to do with Martin. She could not believe that this guy was calling her. She was mad at him... Then she smiled, the poor guy did not do anything, he was just calling her to schedule a work meeting, nothing else. Not calling him back would be admitting that she was fantasizing about him and cheating on her husband. This was ridiculous, she was a professional she would call him back.

The receptionist picked up the phone. Martin had just stepped into a meeting but she offered to take a message. Sandra gave her name and phone number but declined to leave a message. During the rest of the day, Sandra caught herself checking her phone more than usual. At 4:30 pm she was in front of the school when the phone rang. She could not possibly pick it up here, with three hundred kids about to pour out of the school building. She let it go to voice mail as the end of school bell rang.

She had promised to take the kids to the new ice cream parlor. Two other moms and their kids joined the party, so Sandra did not have a chance to check her messages. Every couple of minutes, her phone would vibrate to remind her that a message was waiting.

Kevin was still at work when she got home. In the privacy of her bedroom, her heart pounding, she finally listened to Martin's message. "Hi Sandra, I am working late, so if you want to come by later this afternoon, I can show you the office - We can grab some supper after that if you are hungry... call me back..." What was that? Seeing him tonight? Supper? Who on earth has supper? Lunch is professional; dinner is a date; what is supper? No she would not see him tonight. That was out of question.

She felt warm and her pussy was tingling. She reached down, felt her crouch, her panties were wet. She closed her eyes and pictured herself in that empty office, late at night, with Martin, a vivid flash came to her mind, she was making out with him. She sat on the bed, clutched her mound trying to refrain the desire that had erupted in her lower abdomen. This made it worth, her hand relaxed and she felt her hardened clitoris under the soft fabric of her panties. Her other hand slid up under her blouse and she grabbed one of her breast, squeezing it gently, then harder. She could feel the hardened nipple in the palm of her hand. Reaching now under her panties, she ran a single finger along her slit. Her lips where engorged. She pressed gently and her finger slid inside her, barely penetrating her and gathering some of her intimate wetness. She moved the wetted finger up to her clitoris and started to gently circle around the hood. In her fantasy, Martin was now licking her. She started to feel incredibly sensitive everywhere. She had her eyes closed and her lips opened. She kept circling, sometimes bringing her finger down to the opening of her vagina, getting it wetter. The feeling started to sharpen and isolate around her clitoris. She shifted her motion, her finger racing back and forth between the opening of her vagina and her clitoris. Everything felt hot, then she climaxed. She could feel her vagina pulsating. Her brains flooded with pleasure. She came hard and long, shaken by violent spasms. Her clitoris and nipples became immediately sensitive; she clutched her mound and squeezed one of her breast hard, trying to calm the spasm that was shaking her pelvis. Martin had raised his handsome face from between her legs, his mouth glittering with her juices. At the thought, her receding orgasm resurged. This new wave was so violent and long that she felt her stomach muscles cramp up - that was more than she could take. She lay there, on her back, waiting for the cramp to go away. This orgasm was different from anything else she had experienced. Not just by its length and intensity. All her senses heightened, she was fully alert. Thoughts were racing through her mind, but she felt incredibly relaxed. She had read about Buddhist monks' able to reach high levels of meditation, and she wondered if she was experiencing something similar. She made a mental note to eat a banana for muscle cramps.

She called Martin and told him that she could not make it that evening. He seemed disappointed. He was flying back the next day and he would not be back for three weeks. She agreed on lunch upon his return.

Saturday evening, they were invited at one of Kevin's new client in the hills of Belvedere. Kevin had warned her about him. He had made his fortune overnight, selling his struggling software company to one of his larger competitor. A cunning sales man and a poor software engineer. He was trying to impress. She was expecting the party to be ostentatious. She was not excited at the thought of rubbing shoulders with the Marin County social elite. She picked up a dress from a local designer who was also her friends, simple, classic and sexy. Her choice was rewarded by a wolf-whistle approval from Kevin... "Maybe we should just stay home" he said? She slapped his groping hands away and off they went.

She was pleasantly surprised; the party was a small gathering of friends in a beautiful mansion overlooking the San Francisco bay. There were no more than twenty people. No formal dress code, a mix of evening gowns and casual attires. The host was giving tours of his mansion making sure to show off is collection of exotic cars. He was a very pleasant man who introduced them to his wife, a plump, cute little read head. Kevin disappeared with him for a game of pool in the cigar room, apparently some male bonding ritual.

When he returned, Sandra was seating on a bar stool, engaged in a deep conversation with a dark handsome man. She did not bother to introduce her husband. Seeing Kevin as a competitor, the man offered to go check the view from the deck. She accepted and followed him, leaving her husband standing at the bar. Kevin smiled; he knew what she was doing. She was mad because he had left her to go smoke a cigar. She was getting back to him.

He could see them on the deck; she crossed her arms to cover her bare shoulders, exhibiting chills. The man immediately offered his Jacket and rubbed her shoulders to warm her up. She was flirting back. She looked back. Kevin turned his head, pretending not to be paying attention.

A few hours later, they parted from their guests and drove to Casa Madrona, a cute boutique hotel in Sausalito were they had booked a suite. They wanted to sleep in and have brunch on the waterfront, before heading back to the city for the soccer tournament. Their trusted nanny was in charge of the boys.

Kevin was a light drinker and a couple of margaritas had been enough to give him a slight buzz. As soon as they entered the room, he pushed Sandra against the wall, deep kissed her and reached under her dress. He felt her garter belt and soft lingerie. He was horny! She pushed him away with a smile.

"What got into you Mister, I thought you were more interested in smoking cigars with the boys?"

"You did not seem to mind" he replied, "neither did your boyfriend... What was that, you guys seemed to be getting along pretty well."

"Yes, he was cute, and he kept me company while you were busy"

He pushed her against the bed and fell next to her. He kissed her again and she kissed him back. "Did he try to touch you" he whispered?

"Maybe." She answered naughtily.

"Did he now?"

"No, but I am sure that he wanted too."

He was now whispering in her ear. "Did that turn you on?"

"Maybe" she replied again. She could fell her husband's hard cock pressed against her thigh. "Why? Did it turn you on?" She added?

"Maybe" he answered. "Maybe you should have let him touch you if it turned you on". He was obviously getting more aroused.

"Did you want him to touch me?" She asked.

"Hmm!" he answered "would you have touched him back?"

"That would have been hot" she answered... her heart was beating, her husband was admitting that he was turned on by the thought of another guy touching her - all it took was a couple of margaritas.

"Would you have wanted me to fuck him?" she ventured?

Dirty talk was often a turn on during love making, but they had never explored this fantasy, and Kevin had never been turned on like that.

He could not take it anymore; he pulled his wife panties and dove between her legs. She was already dripping wet. He loved eating her when she was wet, tasting her juices. She arched her back as his tongue teased her clitoris. He was an expert. He knew how to make her moan. Slowly he crawled his way back kissing her stomach, her breasts and then letting her suck on his tongue. His cock was now at the entrance of her pussy. He was taking his time, teasing her... "How do you think he would have fucked you?... He brutally pushed his cock deep inside her... "Like that"

"Yes!" She screamed... But she was not fantasizing about the same guy. It was Martin who was fucking her.

They walk up early... there was no use. Parents are slaves of their internal clock. Kevin had sobered up. They cuddled in bed still half asleep. Kevin had a morning hard on; he was only half erect as Sandra casually rubbed him...

"Last night was sexy she said."

"Hmm"... he groaned.

"You were really turned on, weren't you?"

He did not answer...

"Would that really turn you on if I fucked another guy?" she insisted. She did not need and answer, she felt his cock grow hard in her hand.

Now that the cat was out of the hat, their sex life had taken a turn for the best. They were making love almost every night. The fantasy of Sandra fucking another man became a recurring theme in their dirty talk. They were imagining scenarios. She was meeting a guy in a café while he was watching, she was meeting a guy on a business trip, at a party; they pictured him watching her through a one way mirror, or listening from her phone casually left connected on the bedside table, another time he was waiting for her at home while she was out on a date.

He had asked her if she had fantasized about any men since they had been married - she lied that she had fantasized about having sex with another man, but that it never was about anyone in particular.

They agreed that they wanted to keep it a fantasy. There was no point jeopardizing their marriage. During one of their steamy night, Kevin asked her how she would hypothetically make it happen. She told him that she would have no problem finding someone, there was enough men checking her out or trying their luck. He seemed interested and asked her if any men in particular had tried to chat her up recently.

Sandra had previously mentioned that she might be picking up a new project for an office space... She told Kevin that she suspected her new client to be interested in something else than her design skills.

Kevin seemed interested. "Does he turn you on"?

"No, not really" she lied as her pussy twitched and became instantaneously wet. "I mean he is good looking and I like the attention, but I never thought about him like that"

"So are you going to work on his project?" he asked.

"I don't know yet", she replied. "I haven't seen the space yet. It is an office. You know that I usually don't do offices."

"Will you meet him to look at the place?"

"I don't know... I suppose, if he calls me back..."

Over the next few days, Kevin asked her several times if he had called her. It seemed to turn him on incredibly - but there was still no sign of Martin. Finally, over the week end Sandra received an email from him.

"Hello Sandra, I will be back in San Francisco Monday evening. Let's plan to meet as early as possible in the week. It has been too long. I am really anxious to get started. How is Tuesday around lunch time?"

Why was he so anxious to get started; she understood the need for deadlines when launching a new restaurant... But an office space? That night, she was friskier than ever, she literally attacked Kevin. There was no foreplay, no dirty talking. Just steamy, hot, brutal sex.

Later that night, she could not fall asleep. She went to her computer and answered his email. "Hello Martin, it is nice to hear from you, Tuesday is fine. Where should I meet you?"

Within seconds, the email came back: he was still awake, there, on the other end of the connection. She instantly felt vulnerable, as if he was here staring at her. She closed her robe over her negligée to hide the nipples poking through the soft fabric.

"Would you like to meet at the office? We can take it from there."

That was a plan. She returned to bed.

She did not say anything to Kevin. She wanted to keep it to herself; her heart was beating thinking about Tuesday. She felt like a school girl who had just been asked to prom by the cutest boy at school. On Tuesday morning Kevin asked her again if Martin had called. She was expecting it, so she casually answered that he indeed had emailed, and that she was going to look at the space today. In the hubbub of morning readiness, he could not inquire any further. As he stood up from the breakfast table, she noticed that his pants were bulging. She blushed.

She had planned to come back home after dropping the kids to get ready for her meeting with Martin... in fact, she had cancelled her meetings for the day. She took a long shower, applied a fragrant and silky body lotion. She expertly applied a small amount of makeup - just enough to underline her beautiful features. She sprayed a dash of perfume in the air and walked through it - it would be barely noticeable after she dressed up.

There she was, standing naked in front of the mirror. She had shaved her pubic hair, it felt smooth and sexy. She picked a couple of dresses and modeled them in front of the mirror. She decided for a skirt with a white silk blouse. Classic, semi-formal, sexy and appropriate for a business meeting. She put on a white lace bra, matching panties and a garter belt with black stockings. In the light, with some imagination, you could make out the lace bra through the blouse. She felt sexy and turned on.

Her phone rang, it was Kevin. She did not want to talk to him now. She let it go to voice mail. He rang again. She picked it up. "Hello baby" he said. "What are you up to?"

"I am home, getting dressed." She replied. "I am about to leave for my meeting."

"What are you wearing?" he asked.

"Nothing special." She replied. "Just a skirt and a white blouse", the one we got in Seattle.

"Hmm. This is so sexy." He said approvingly, "I love the naughty executive look. Are you wearing any sexy lingerie?" He continued.

"No!" She lied. "Just everyday comfortable stuff. "Why," she asked "do you want me to wear lingerie?"

"Yes!" he hissed. "I want you to wear your white garter belt and bra. Can you do that?"

"If it turns you on." She agreed.

"And promise me something..." he said. "no panties"

"Come on Kevin. It is a business meeting. I am going to be uncomfortable."

Kevin knew what she meant by uncomfortable. When they had first met, he would ask her to take her panties off in restaurants or other public places and go bare for the rest of the evening. The effect was invariable. Any breeze on her bare pussy would make her uncontrollably horny. They would end up rushing home to make love. Once, they even could not wait and ended up fucking in the car.

Kevin was turned on knowing that she was going to be horny while having lunch with Martin. He had to re-adjust his posture as his growing cock was uncomfortably stuck in his underwear.

"Promise me." he repeated

"All right" She agreed. "I have to go now"

She hung up the phone after agreeing to call Kevin right after the meeting. She took off her panties and put them in her purse - As she did, she felt that the silky fabric was already damp at the crotch.

It was time to go. She did not want to drive so she opened an app on her phone and requested a driver from Uber. As she walked out of the house, she felt the cool San Francisco fog caress her bare pussy. The eucalyptus shaving cream that she had used did not help. She was in trouble she thought!

She entered the classic building, a remodeled warehouse in SOMA. The South of Market district was the back stage of the docks of San Francisco. With the explosion of the tech industry and the sharp real estate price hikes that followed, most commercial shipping activity had moved to Oakland and Los Angeles, leaving the warehouses for grab by developers. It had become the place where most San Francisco startups established. The space was amazing. She was expecting a functional office building with rows of depressing cubicle. Instead, it was open, offering little privacy between the desks but with high ceilings and a mezzanine. She smiled. She had fantasized about having sex with Martin in his office, while a stern secretary was guarding the door. There were no such things as doors in this office. She immediately recognized Martin across from the 2,000 square foot open space. He got up and walked to the entrance to greet her.

There he was, in front of her, with his warm smile and blue eyes... She felt weak. She was not disappointed. He was wearing a tweed Jacket that accented his broad shoulders. He gave her a kiss on the chick. Very much in the way the French do to greet each other's. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath inhaling the musk sent of cologne mixed with his natural body fragrance. She realized that her naked pussy was only a few inches from his cock. She involuntarily tilted her pelvis towards him. Her vagina opened and became moist.

He gave her a tour of the office, introducing her to the team. He was nice to all. All seemed to like him. He had something nice and personal to say about all the employees. The office manager was a tall blonde who gave her jealous stares. While pretty, she was no serious competition. She struck her as the typical mid-thirties single office worker who lined up one unsuccessful relationship after another. She was too desperate, she was trying to hard: her dress was crossing over in the front, over emphasizing her breasts, her makeup was too obvious and her hair had been damaged from overuse of hair dryer and gel. She was probably a usual at the happy hour socials at the many bars of SOMA; always on the lookout for the next Mr. Right. She felt sorry for her. If she took the job, she would probably work with her. She promised herself to give her a few pointers. As an interior designer, she often took an unofficial role of image consultant, psychologist and marriage counselor. She was intimately convinced that decorating a space is a soul searching exercise much deeper than what it is initially meant to be.

It took no more than 15 minutes to complete the tour and Martin offered to discuss the project over lunch. He had made a reservation at a new restaurant on one of the old piers. He ordered a car on Uber and opened the door for her. He sat in the back with her. "So what do you think" he asked.

What did she think? She thought that he was even more charming than she remembered. That she was incredibly turned on and that if she was totally frank, she would take him back to his hotel and screw his brains out.

"It is an interesting space" she replied "there are a lot of things that we can do. But I'd like to hear from you: how you work, how many people you are planning to hire... Any details that will help me define how to best use the floor plan."

He gave her a clear and passionate explanation of his industry. He needed flexible space beyond the small employees' base. He had entrepreneurs in residence and early incubation of projects that needed space from time to time. She was listening to his deep voice and assertive tone. She was falling for him.

Uber pulled in front of the restaurant. When she opened the car door, he had already circled around and was holding his hand out to help her out of the car. She gently put her fingers in the offered hand and stepped out. He held her hand, just a little too long, just a little too firmly. She was wet.

When he opened the restaurant door, a gush of air slipped between her legs and caressed her inner thighs. She was taken by surprise and she came. Just like that. Not hard, but her knees went weak and buckled. He caught her as she tripped against him. One hand holding her harm, one hand on her waist where her garter belt was attached. He was strong. He smelled good.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yes, thank you, I am not used to these new shoes" She replied blushing.

He was feeling terribly turned on. He had noticed earlier the lace bra. He was now feeling the garter belt, right where he caught her. He could not resolve himself to let her go and kept his hand on her waist until she was securely inside the restaurant. He was picturing her wearing an expensive lace set. Little did he know that the set was not complete.

Lunch was nice, he was flirting with her: Subtly touching her hand at peak times of the conversation, complimenting her on her tastes in design and clothes and mentioning a few times how beautiful she was. It was hard not to throw herself back at him too obviously. She smiled at his compliments. She let her hand be touched just long enough, before removing it.

They went on beyond the normal lunch hours. It was almost 3:00pm when they finally left the restaurant. She had left her phone on vibrate and had received several texts from her husband. He was waiting for her call. She briefly texted him: she was on her way home. She would call him then. Martin gave her a kiss good bye; this time more insistent, more lingering. She jumped in a cab and rushed home; she wanted to touch herself; she wanted to make herself cum.

At home, she was surprised to see that Kevin was already back. He gave her a mock look of angriness.

"Where were you?" He asked.

"You know." She said. "I was having lunch with Martin."

"Until 3:00 o'clock? Did you go to his hotel? Did you fuck him?"

Her husband had come closer and was now caressing her inner thigh, reaching up to her bare pussy. She was soaking and she could tell that this was turning him on.

"I didn't" She said. "But I wanted too." She added playing along with the fantasy.

"May be you should have." He said.

"Would that turn you on?" She asked.

"Yes" he answered without giving it a second thought.

"Do you want me to fuck him next time I see him?" She asked.

"Yes"

She kissed him deeply, sucked on his tongue, she was unbelievably horny. She knew that it was a matter of days before she had Martin's cock inside her. She reached down and grabbed her husband's balls, went down on her knees, and took the harden cock into her mouth. They fell on the floor and she kept sucking him. He was unbelievably hard. She needed him inside of her. She lifted her skirt and straddled him; she grabbed his cock and inserted it into her pussy without any difficulties. The entire shaft disappeared inside her. She brought up her knees putting her entire weight on the cock. The tip of the cock was pushing hard against her cervix. He was deep inside. It was almost painful, deliciously painful. She started to rock back and forth, first slowly, then faster, breathing hard and screaming grunts of pleasure with each backward motion, as the cock rammed into the back wall of her vagina. She came hard and fast, her pussy contracting against the cock as she did. She fell limp on top of him, his cock still inside and hard as a rock. He had not come. Her pussy was deliciously sore. She knew it would remain that way for several days, reminding her of the encounter. She slowly took the shaft out of her vagina. She wanted to please him now. He was such a wonderful husband. She loved him so much. She touched his balls, his shaft. The whole area was soaked by her juices. She found a comfortable position and started sucking him. She teased him, putting the whole thing in her mouth, licking his frenulum. The first jet of sperm caught her by surprise and landed across her cheeks. She immediately covered the head of the cock with her mouth, and kept sucking. She swallowed most of it. She wondered if Martin's cum would taste the same and she came again.

That night, she received an email from Martin. He was thanking her for her time and was asking her when they could get back together again. He was not mentioning anything about the project. But of course, it was implied - or was it? As he was going back to New York, they agreed to block some time the following Wednesday afternoon. It was going to be a long week.

She told Kevin about the meeting. "Are you going to fuck him?" he asked.

"Only if it turns you on." she said.

"No" Kevin answered; "I want you to fuck him because it turns you on. So are you going to fuck him?"

"Yes." She said.

They had sex every day for the rest of the week. They were fantasizing together about Sandra having sex with Martin. She modeled a few possible dresses and lingerie sets for her meeting and Kevin told her which one to pick. He told her how to tease him: "Show a little bit, but not too much, give away cues, but don't be too obvious." On Sunday evening, she pushed him away. She told him that she did not want to have sex until Wednesday so she would be really horny for Martin. "The next cock that will be in my pussy won't be yours" she added. It drove him crazy. He realized that she did not need lessons on how to tease a man.

Wednesday morning was busy, but Sandra had planned to come back home early to take a shower and change. Kevin and she had agreed on code words - just for fun. A text with the word "red" meant that she was going forward. "Blue" meant "abort" they could both stop it at any time.