It was a Saturday night, and with strains of Bach flowing in the background, the woman readied herself. A long soak in the tub, fragranced with essential oils…a smooth shave all around. Special care given to her spiky red hair…much shorter than when she was younger…but it suited her. Makeup…more than she was used to…being somewhat of a natural beauty, but this night, she wanted to gild the lily; and she did…with smoky eyes and slick crimson lips. She was looking for attention, for a change. Dabs of musky scent anointed all her pulse points, wafting subtly with her every move. She slipped silky black stockings up her thighs, pulling their black lace tops into place, and slid her feet into exotic pumps. She laced herself into a black satin corset, which pushed her breasts up into delectable half-moons. Over this, the woman pulled on a slim, black pencil skirt, and wrapped a soft, warm russet colored pashmina shawl…this moved her from looking slutty to sexy and alluring…but she could move back the other direction with ease. Just before leaving the house, she turned to give herself a once-over in the mirror. Not bad, she thought, for a 40 year-old mother. The years and child bearing had rounded her curves into lushness, but her skin was youthful and dewy…and her eyes glowed with the anticipation of a man’s touch. For she knew that tonight, she would not end up alone…
She drove herself to a popular restaurant in the city…she had never been there herself, but it has a reputation for being classy, having good food, and including a bar that attracted quality patrons after work. As she drove, she alternated between savoring the thrill of her daring tonight, and shaking her head and chuckling at the sheer cliché of it all. Putting her self-doubt to rest, she exited the car and entered the restaurant. She strode smoothly into the bar, leaving no time for the maître d to approach her saying, “Table for one, ma’am?” Ugh…that would be just too much. She seated herself at a bar table near the wall, ordered a dirty martini with extra olives (that was ballsy enough for a woman on the prowl, wasn’t it?) and scanned the room. A number of couples sat closely, discussing the events of the day, or perhaps the possibilities of the evening. She was pleased to note that her presence had attracted the attention of more than one of the bar’s solitary male patrons. One of them raised his glad at her…GAWD, she thought, he can’t be out of his twenties yet! And while she momentarily considered the stamina and energy of a young man, she wasn’t a “cougar”! (Was she?) Ok, keep looking.
Her eyes continued to travel around the room…briefly meeting those of the male patrons, then moving on. Then she saw him. Damn…he was a tall drink of water for sure…well over 6 feet. Goatee…nice. And no child this one…his hair and beard were shot through with silver. Their eyes locked and one of *those* moments happened. She knew he felt it too because his eyebrows raised, and then he nodded his head as if agreeing with an inner monologue. She felt a smooth, warm feeling of attraction begin in the pit of her stomach…then radiate south. Oh yes, she thought…he’s the one. (“What are you thinking?” Her brain argued with her. “STFU,” she told her brain, “I need this,” and then shut it down…allowing the more primitive hindbrain to guide her from that point on). The man was not even at the table when she realized that her nipples were hardening, and that she was growing damp under her black lace boy shorts. “Excuse me Miss,” his voice finally reached her…”May I join you?” Deep and rich was that voice, and warm…as warm as the thighs that she was pressing together under the table. She licked her lips…realizing that she appeared wanton but by this point in time, she knew that she would have no tolerance for small talk.
Her breath was almost coming in pants as she caught his scent…manly. God, I can’t stand it, she thought…please don’t ask to buy me a drink…I can’t wait that long. She felt her fingers clenching into fists and then unclenching as she longed to wind them into his shirt and drag him to her…right here in the middle of the classy bar, she was ready to pounce! Mustering all her courage…knowing that she faced the prospect of rejection…she took a deep breath, leaned forward and breathed out the words…”I NEED…” Then her voice trailed off. His eyes widened as realization dawned, and then without hesitation, he tossed some bills on the table and held his hand out to her. Trembling, legs wobbly, she took it and they exited the building, walking around the back to the dimly lit parking lot where his car was parked. Without concern for who might be looking, he backed her up to the car, running his hands up her flanks and then drawing her face to his. White heat arc’ed between the two, and their bodies melded together as their mouths devoured, their hands roaming, kneading….NEEDING. Their moans echoed in the quiet of the darkness as they ground into each other, harder faster until there had to be more. He spun her around and bent her over the hood of the car…leaning in to lick and bite her neck as his hands dragged up her skirt and his long, clever fingers easily navigated the soft lace and plunged into her already dripping, desperate pussy. She came at once, clamping her thighs around his fingers while she ground her ass into him, feeling his cock bulge and swell within his pants. His fingers continued as she came again, wave upon wave…even while she whimpered, almost begging, that she wanted him to fuck her. His mouth continued to ravage her neck and she turned her head, twisting her body to take his mouth wildly…biting his lips, sucking his tongue in and out in the rhythm that she wanted from his cock.
Somehow the reality dawned on these two adults that they might want to move the party inside…although their bodies were ready to be had right there. He spun her around and gripped her tightly to his body, both of them gasping, her body still shuddering from multiple orgasms, her juices dripping down her thighs. He began a slow, smooth stroking of her back with his long, sure fingers…somehow soothing her while not diminishing her excitement in the least. “Listen,” he whispered, as he kissed her neck, ears, and face over and over, alternately squeezing her tightly as he devoured her lips once more, “Come to my room with me.” And she knew she would…go with him…anywhere. He reached behind her and unlocked the passenger door, cupping his palm against her pussy in a possessive gesture before guiding her into the seat. She rolled her eyes and laughed softly as he moved around to the driver’s side…already feeling like Diane Lane in “Unfaithful”…that Metro ride home after the first interlude…feeling wanton, sexual, and a bit incredulous all at once. He slid into the car and before they commenced their journey, gathered her in his arms again, kissing her deeply. Somehow the tenderness, the intimacy in this kiss brought quick tears to her eyes, even as her pussy throbbed for his touch again.
She didn’t remember the drive to the fine hotel…the walk through the lobby was blurred like the camera shots in an art film. But then somehow, they were in the room. And while he sensed her excitement…the clear certainty of what was to happen next, he also felt a small piece of her reserved from him, her thumb absently stroking across the cover of her cell phone as she eased into one of the room’s wingback chairs. And then it dawned on him what was going on with her…and knew what had to be said. He came to her, folding his tall body to kneel on the floor before her, and took her hands in his as his warm, brown eyes locked with hers. “It’s okay, honey.” He said. “You can call the sitter to make sure Zoe is in bed and alright.” Her eyes flooded with tears, as she saw him turn away…her lover…her partner…her spouse, drawing back the luxurious sheets of the hotel bed…preparing for a One Night Stand…with his WIFE.
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