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My wife Caz has been a little distant over the past few weeks. This afternoon, she has told me she is meeting a girlfriend in town for coffee. Unusually for Caz, she doesn.t want to drive and has ordered a cab.
As I look at her in that sexy pink dress I bought her for Christmas, I notice that she has her best handbag out, and she is wearing those sexy matching stiletto heels. Caz had great legs but the rise of the heels make her calves tense into a shape that I always find arousing. As I sit there, pretending to read the paper, I can feel my cock swelling.... but I know she has no interest in sex this afternoon.....at least not with me.
What made me suspicious? Well, a little of everything. Her sexiest dress, her best bag, her heels, all ofr coffee with a girlfriend. Her nervousness as she fidgeted with her bag as though she had lost something important and had to concentrate so she could avoid looking me in the eye. Her perfume wafted at me in the air too, she did not ordianrily wear for coffee rendezvous with girlfriends......
But what clinched it, I realised, was the perfume. It was one she had only started to wear around Christmas. Her boss had given it to her at the Christmas party. The first time I noticed was on New Year's when I had to work and she went to celebrate with some girlfriends from the office. It was new, and it was a very sexy odour, unmistakably seductive; floral top notes of gardenia and rose blend with musk, amid a base of cedars and vetivers. This was perfume worn for sex.When I asked she told me it was Narciso Eau de Parfum. Expensive, erotic.
Absent-mindely she slipped out of her heels and into her little light flats. The ones she carries in her handbag so she can rest her feet from stiletto duty while out. She paced the room looking at her cellphone. These dys she had it on silent, another little tell. I notice the screen brighten as a text message came in. She pretended not to notice. I realised it must be him, her lover and boss. The one who gave her perfume and had her cab it into town so he could pick her from the coffee shop and take her to the Park Lane Hilton, where he had hired a room.
Once inside the room, he would take an armchair, put on the music, and tell Caz to dance for him. To strip for him. He wanted to fuck her violently but this would involve tearing her clothes and bruising her, and at this stage she still thought her affair was a secret from her husband, so instead he would content himself with the powerplay of commanding her every move. When to shake her ass, when to kick off her heels, when to slide the pink dress up over her hips, when to slide off her thong.... when to present him with her bottom and cunt to finger as he sat there, drining brandy. He would fuck her while she wore the stilettos : he found her Loboutins especially erotic and loved to feel them against the skin of his back when she wrapped her legs round him as he penetrated her deeply. She would sigh and moan and tell her boss he was so much more virile, so much more adept with his cock than her husband. Than me. She would get wet for him in ways she never did for me, her cunt flowing freely with the liquors of orgasm. She would scratch his back and bite his neck as she never did me. She would obey him in every command however dirty, licking his balls, licking his anus as she knelt on the floor while he bent over slightly, still standing dominant over Caz like a real man. Not like me.
As the doorbell rang and the taximan headed back to the cab, Caz left the room saying "See you later." What she did not say was "Next time I see you my pussy will be as raw as mincemeat from being pounded all afternoon by my virile boss. I will have cleaned myself and washed my teeth but in my nostrils along with my Narciso I will also have the musky notes of his ball sweat, his semen, and his anal sphincter. In my head I will still be thrilling with the memories and this will make my well-used pussy sticky and wet once again."
As I thought these thoughts and resigned myself to her unfaithfulness, I thought at least I can make the best of my position. I went to oour bedroom and from te laundry basket I retrieved the plain white panties she had worn all day before changing for her "coffee date". I held them to my face and I immeditaley twitched hard as I inhaled the musk of her cunt and the sweat she had left on the gussett. One little detail more - I went to the dressing table and took the Narciso, putting a few drops on the panties. Now I smelt her as her lover would. I lay on the bed, my face covered with her panties, and began to masturbate.
As I look at her in that sexy pink dress I bought her for Christmas, I notice that she has her best handbag out, and she is wearing those sexy matching stiletto heels. Caz had great legs but the rise of the heels make her calves tense into a shape that I always find arousing. As I sit there, pretending to read the paper, I can feel my cock swelling.... but I know she has no interest in sex this afternoon.....at least not with me.
What made me suspicious? Well, a little of everything. Her sexiest dress, her best bag, her heels, all ofr coffee with a girlfriend. Her nervousness as she fidgeted with her bag as though she had lost something important and had to concentrate so she could avoid looking me in the eye. Her perfume wafted at me in the air too, she did not ordianrily wear for coffee rendezvous with girlfriends......
But what clinched it, I realised, was the perfume. It was one she had only started to wear around Christmas. Her boss had given it to her at the Christmas party. The first time I noticed was on New Year's when I had to work and she went to celebrate with some girlfriends from the office. It was new, and it was a very sexy odour, unmistakably seductive; floral top notes of gardenia and rose blend with musk, amid a base of cedars and vetivers. This was perfume worn for sex.When I asked she told me it was Narciso Eau de Parfum. Expensive, erotic.
Absent-mindely she slipped out of her heels and into her little light flats. The ones she carries in her handbag so she can rest her feet from stiletto duty while out. She paced the room looking at her cellphone. These dys she had it on silent, another little tell. I notice the screen brighten as a text message came in. She pretended not to notice. I realised it must be him, her lover and boss. The one who gave her perfume and had her cab it into town so he could pick her from the coffee shop and take her to the Park Lane Hilton, where he had hired a room.
Once inside the room, he would take an armchair, put on the music, and tell Caz to dance for him. To strip for him. He wanted to fuck her violently but this would involve tearing her clothes and bruising her, and at this stage she still thought her affair was a secret from her husband, so instead he would content himself with the powerplay of commanding her every move. When to shake her ass, when to kick off her heels, when to slide the pink dress up over her hips, when to slide off her thong.... when to present him with her bottom and cunt to finger as he sat there, drining brandy. He would fuck her while she wore the stilettos : he found her Loboutins especially erotic and loved to feel them against the skin of his back when she wrapped her legs round him as he penetrated her deeply. She would sigh and moan and tell her boss he was so much more virile, so much more adept with his cock than her husband. Than me. She would get wet for him in ways she never did for me, her cunt flowing freely with the liquors of orgasm. She would scratch his back and bite his neck as she never did me. She would obey him in every command however dirty, licking his balls, licking his anus as she knelt on the floor while he bent over slightly, still standing dominant over Caz like a real man. Not like me.
As the doorbell rang and the taximan headed back to the cab, Caz left the room saying "See you later." What she did not say was "Next time I see you my pussy will be as raw as mincemeat from being pounded all afternoon by my virile boss. I will have cleaned myself and washed my teeth but in my nostrils along with my Narciso I will also have the musky notes of his ball sweat, his semen, and his anal sphincter. In my head I will still be thrilling with the memories and this will make my well-used pussy sticky and wet once again."
As I thought these thoughts and resigned myself to her unfaithfulness, I thought at least I can make the best of my position. I went to oour bedroom and from te laundry basket I retrieved the plain white panties she had worn all day before changing for her "coffee date". I held them to my face and I immeditaley twitched hard as I inhaled the musk of her cunt and the sweat she had left on the gussett. One little detail more - I went to the dressing table and took the Narciso, putting a few drops on the panties. Now I smelt her as her lover would. I lay on the bed, my face covered with her panties, and began to masturbate.
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