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I didn’t sleep much that night. My mind raced at a hundred miles an hour. I was eaten with guilt. The fantasy I had just had was been just a little too real, the orgasm, too intense. I fought with myself. My husband was mostly perfect. I shouldn’t want more. It was selfish. And really, I didn’t want more. I steeled myself. I was going to stay at home with my husband tonight and let all of this pass. But as I lied awake in bed my mind drifted and I began to imagine scenarios that might develop if I did decide to go. It was fun to hang out with him. And he didn’t really put any moves on me either. Except for briefly touching me while we danced but did that really mean anything. Maybe he really just liked my company and thought it would be nice to have a friend at this dinner, or whatever it was.
I became less and less positive about my decision. I started to talk myself into going with him. I told myself things like “It’s not like i’m going to fuck him, it’s just innocent fun.” and Stephen won’t find out. I’ll just tell him I’m out with the girls again.”
Another thought occurred to me, even if I really didn’t want to go, how could I tell Dylan “No,”? I clearly couldn’t last night. I pictured his eyes, boring into my soul. Somehow those eyes robbed me of the ability to think for myself. I would have done anything he wanted me to.
Eventually I fell into a troubled sleep.
The next day passed slowly. I was nervous with anticipation. I mentioned to Stephen that I might be going out again. He didn’t mind.
“That’s fine,” he said. “I will probably go to bed early tonight anyways. I have to be up early in the morning,”
What a great guy.
Around 3 o’clock I started getting ready to leave. It was way too early but I had to do something to pass the time. I couldn’t believe how anxious I was about this. Anxious. Was that the right word? or was it more excitement. Either way. I looked through my closet trying to pick out the perfect outfit. Something sexy, but sophisticated. Something I could move in and wear for a while. Something that showed enough skin to make him notice me, but not so much that he thought I was a slut. Was I a slut? I was going out with a man behind my husbands back after all. I pushed that thought aside. I selected a tight black dress with a modest neckline. It was short though and showed off my legs. I turned to look for a pair of heels. Black probably, to match the dress I had selected, a good size heel, something sexy but something I could stand on for a long time and dance in. I picked my favorite clubbing heels. I looked at my underwear drawer. Dirty thoughts went through my mind. There was something weird about selecting underwear to wear out with another man. On the one hand, I wasn’t planning on fucking him, so what did it matter? I was just going as friends right? On the other hand… what if?
I picked out a few sets and tried them on. Which one makes my ass look best. Bra supports my breasts best. Which one make my breast look bigger. I don’t know why I put so much effort into this selection. Maybe the memories of my last orgasm were still in my mind. I picked out a pink thong and a matching Victoria Secret pushup bra. I decided that even though no one would see, it couldn’t hurt to feel sexy, right?
I started on my makeup and hair at about 4. I put meticulous detail into my appearance. Much more than last night. Much more than I had in years. Maybe since my wedding. It felt good to feel pretty. I was completely dressed by 5:15.
Now it was time to cover my tracks. I pulled out my phone and searched for my best girlfriend, Alex. She was the only one of my friends who was married. We had been friends since high school and she knew everything about me.My hands shook as I sent her the text.
“Hey, do me a favor. If Stephen asks, I’m with you tonight,”
She text me back immediately, “Where will you actually be,”
I considered lying, “Don’t make me say it.” I said.
“Jackie you can’t keep secrets from me…”
She was right. “I’m going to a dinner thing with that guy from the club last night, Dylan.”
“OMG no way, get it gurl!” she said. I smiled when I saw her text.
“It’s not like that,” I said. “Just friends.”
“Whatever girl,” She said. “Have fun. I’ve got your back boo.”
5:30. The clock was my worst enemy. I walked into the living room. Stephen was there reading. He looked at me and his eyes went wild. “Wow!” he said. “You look amazing!” I thanked him and hugged him. I hoped he wouldn’t notice how nervous I was.
What a great guy.
5:50. A black car pulled into my driveway. I went outside right away. Dylan got out of the car and walked around to me. He hugged me and opened the door. “Holy crap” I thought. “It’s the middle of the day, my husband is home. Did he see?” I didn’t look back. I let Dylan help me into the car and we pulled away. No angry texts on my phone. He must not have seen. close call.
“You look gorgeous tonight,” Dylan told me. He moved his hand to my thing and rested it there. Was it just kocaeli escort me or did his hand seem to be higher on my thigh now than it was last night. No, I was probably just nervous.
“Thank you,” I responded. My voice was gone again. I felt so small next to him.
I tried sit comfortably but I was so nervous I couldn’t figure out what to do with myself. I fidgeted and moved and played with my fingers. Im sure I looked like a nervous child. Dylan was stoic. Solid and confident. Eventually I placed my hands on his hand. His hand was huge compared to mine. I wrapped my fingers under the edge of his palm. Somehow holding his hand made me feel more at ease.
The drive wasn’t to long. Eventually we pulled into a hotel parking lot. Valet drivers welcomed us at the entrance. It was very fancy. Dylan told them which party we were with and they let us pass.
“We will be in the ballroom most of the night” Dylan explained. We have dinner in there at 6:30. After that there will be a small presentation and some awards given out. Once that’s over we can head to the hotel’s club. We have the place rented for the night.”
I followed Dylan too the ball rooms. there were dozens of people there. Before we walked in Dylan turned to me.
“Give me your rings” he said.
I looked at him, very confused.
“I don’t want people to know that you’re married.” He explained. “They might ask, awkward question.” He paused and then added, “Please.” That word again. As if her were actually asking me to do something and not ordering me to do it. I fingered the band on my wedding and engagement rings. Hesitantly I removed them and placed them in his outstretched hand. I watched them disappear into his coat pocket. My hand felt strangely empty without the rings, free even. It was an odd feeling, but not a bad one.
“Thank you,” He told me.
Once inside the ballroom, we were shown to our seats by a young hostess. I couldn’t help but notice the way her eyes lingered on Dylan. I felt a moment of rage and jealousy and then chided myself. What was I doing? I was a married woman after all.
We were seated next to an old couple who looked oddly familiar to me. We talked to the for a while dinner was being served. It was during this conversation that I realized where I was. This was an annual dinner that happened every year at MY law firm. And the old couple were the owners of the company MR and MRS Rumel! There were pictures of them in the entrance of my office. I suddenly felt out of place. I had heard stories from this thing. All the executives got together each year and had a party. Sometimes things got very unruly. Rumors spread around the office about which husband cheated and which female executives turned out to be sluts. One year they had brought in strippers for Mr. Rumel’s 60th birthday. Rumor has it that his wife had enjoyed them more than he did. I think Dylan could sense my apprehension.
“What’s wrong,” He asked.
“What do you do for a living? I asked him
“I am the head of recruitment and human resources for a law firm. Why do you ask?”
I stared at him blankly.
“What’s wrong?” he asked again.
“Dylan,” I said “This is the law firm I work for. I think I work for you.”
Dylan seemed amused by this. “Oh,’ He said simply. His hand went under the table and rested on my thigh. “This must be his thing,” I thought. Somehow it did make me feel better.
Dinner was good. I didn’t eat much. It was hard to concentrate. There were lively conversations all around me but to me it was all just noise. I didn’t talk much. I felt Mrs. Rumel’s hand on my arm.
“So, when are you two tieing the knot?” she asked.
I stammered. “Well, I uh …. um..”
“We’ve just started dating,” Dylan saved me.
“Oh,” Mrs. Rumel said. “Well you two make a beautiful couple.”
I blushed. Dylan thanked her. He was always so collected. I felt like a mess compared to him. Dinner ended and the ceremony began. It was pretty bland. I heard several important names that I recognized from emails and announcements but they didn’t mean anything to me. Alex text me.
” How’s it going girl?”
I didn’t know what to say. Good? Bad? I didn’t know.
“IDK” I responded.
“What do you mean you don’t know?” she asked. “Has he kissed you yet?”
I blushed. “NO.” I said. “It’s not like that. This is a just friends kinda thing. He isn’t interested in me.” Was that true? I didn’t know. I suddenly became aware of his had on my thigh.
Alex responded ” Whatever girl, If it was a “just friends” thing then why didn’t you tell your husband? Plus, I saw how ya’ll danced last night. He has the hotts for you and you know it.”
I tried to lie to myself. To say no, i’m not interested in him and he’s not interested in me. I placed my hand on his and felt butterflies in my stomach. I knew it wasn’t true. What exactly was I doing here? what did I expect to happen? What did I want to happen? I didn’t have any answers for my questions.
“You kocaeli escort bayan think so?” I text her.
“Yesssss!”
“Alex,” I said. ” I feel like you’re encouraging me to cheat on my husband…”
“Hey,” she responded. ” I’m not telling you what to do. I’m just telling you that you deserve some excitement in your life and I would trade places with you in a heartbeat. Just relax, try to enjoy yourself.”
Alex actually made me feel better. I did deserve a fun night out right? And I didn’t have to have sex with him to enjoy the night. There was nothing for me to feel guilty about.
The ceremony ended and everyone headed to the club. The club, like everything else at this hotel was extremely fancy. There were two dance floors three full bars including one poolside bar. Dylan put his arm around my waist and held me close as we walked together to the bar. He bought me a drink without asking if I wanted one. I took it from him and drank. I noticed that he wasn’t drinking. We sat and chatted for a while. He fed me booze and I loosened up. Eventually he asked me if I wanted to dance. I did. More than I wanted to admit.
I let Dylan led me to the second floor dance floor. “Relax,” I told myself. “You deserve some fun.” I tried not to fight it tonight. I pushed my husband out of my head and tried to focus on the moment. I was facing Dylan, he grabbed me by the hips and pulled me into him. He was being aggressive. I let him. I closed my eyes and felt his hard body against mine. It didn’t take long for me to feel his cock growing. Alex was right. He did want me. It felt so good to be desired.
As the night wore on Dylan became more and more aggressive with me. Again, I became intimidated by him. I knew that if I wanted him to stop I wouldn’t be able to stop him. But at the same time, I didn’t want him to stop. Dylan pulled me in tightly to his body. I felt so frail and small in his hands. I rocked my hips against him, grinding hard against his erect cock. Dylan ran his hands up and down my body. With every touch I felt more and more out of control, and I liked it.
I have no idea how long we danced. I feel like we spent hours on the dance floor. I wanted more but Dylan was finished. He led me to a quiet corner of the bar. There were a couple other people there and Dylan knew them. He greeted them as friends. There was only one seat and Dylan took it. Then he pulled me down into his lap. I crossed my legs and he rested his hand on my thigh.
It was interesting seeing how he acted with them. He treated them as equals. He didn’t demand anything from them and they didn’t seem to be intimidated. It was different than how he treated me. When he spoke to me it was as if to a child. He spoke and I obeyed. I felt very small in this group of people. I looked at the ground most of the time and only offered conversation when I was asked a question. Dylan ordered us drinks and kept me very loose. Dylan’s friends didn’t seem very concerned that he has a new girl with him. One that they had never met. In fact, they barely noticed me at all. It made me wonder how many other women they had seen him with.
“Hey, lets check out the hot tub,” someone suggested.
“Sure,” Dylan agreed. We walked to the tub.
“I don’t have anything to wear,” I whispered to Dylan.
He looked amused. “Just go in in your underwear. It’s no big deal.”
My heart sank. I was wearing a skimpy bra and a thong. I had spent forever picking them out on the off chance that Dylan would see them but I never really believed that he would. Now he wanted me to strip, in the middle of a club, in front of dozens of people who I didn’t know. I was going to tell him “NO,” there was no way in hell I was doing that. I looked at him and prepared to tell him off. But my voice was broken.
“Go ahead,” He told me. I knew he could see my hesitancy. He waited to see what I would do. I looked at the floor. Slowly I let the zipper down on my dress and let the strap fall off my shoulders. The dress fell to my ankles and I stepped out of it. I felt naked. I was ashamed of myself. I was so weak. No matter what he wanted me to do, I did it. If anyone else had told me to strip like that I might have punched them. But not Dylan. I didn’t understand why he had so much power over me. Dylan looked satisfied. I felt like he was enjoying my obedience. I think he also approved of my underwear selection. Across the way I could see a couple girls giggling and pointing in my direction. They could see my panties and knew what it meant. These were my ‘fuck me’ panties.
Dylan stripped down to his boxers and together we went into the tub. Dylan’s friends followed us in.His body was amazing. More amazing than I imagined. He was rock hard and had tattoos all across his chest and back. He sat behind me in the hot tub and I sat between his legs. I could feel his manhood against my back. He did not try to hide his excitement.
Under the water he explored my now almost naked body. I felt his fingers trace escort kocaeli my spine and his hands wrap around my hips. There was a conversation going on but I couldn’t participate in it. I was too distracted. Dylan pulled me back and wrapped his arms around me protectively. I could feel his breath on my neck as he spoke. He moved his hands up and down my thigh. Starting nearly at the knee and moving all the way up, slowly, until he reached my panty line and then he retreated. I found myself hoping he would go farther. A couple times he grazed my crotch with his knuckle and I nearly lost it.
The night wore on. The alcohol was flowing and I was drunk. We got out of the hot tub. Dylan offered me a warm towel and I wrapped myself in it. I leaned against him to steady myself.
” Everyone has a room here tonight, I think you should stay with me in my room,” Dylan said. My heart skipped a beat.
“Okay,” I said without thinking.
We headed inside and searched for an elevator. Then something happened. As we waited for the elevator I felt a hand grab me from behind. Someone grabbed my ass. I shrieked. Dylan grabbed the guy’s arm and twisted it. The man cried out in pain and sunk to his knees.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry” he begged through cries of agony.
Dylan just looked at him. I watched Dylan twist his arm in the socket. I watched the man cry out, tears in his eyes now. Dylan turned to me and asked “Do you want me to let him go?”
I looked at him and then back to the man. I wasn’t sure if I did want him to let him go. This was the first time I realized that I have a fettish. Some girls like anal, some girls like other girls. I liked watching men fight over me. This was the second time in two day that Dylan had defended me from some other guy. It’s hard to say exactly what I liked about it. I liked being defended. Protected. I liked the way Dylan’s muscles looked as he twisted this man’s arm. I liked the fact that more than one guy was interested in me. I liked the way the guy begged for me to make Dylan stop.
“Please,” he cried, staring desperately into my eyes.
I waited a few moments. I’m sure to the guy who was on his knees it felt like a lifetime. Eventually I looked at Dylan and nodded. He released the man’s arm. The guy basically ran away from us, tripping over his own feet as he went. I was filled with lust for Dylan.
The elevator took us to the top floor of the hotel. Dylan lead us to his room. I sat on the bed, still wrapped in my towel. Dylan poured me another drink. I really didn’t need one but I drank anyways. As I drank I contemplated my situation. I was alone, in a room with a very large, very intimidating man. I was drunk, half naked, filled with lust and married. Shit I was married. My husband’s face suddenly appeared in my mind again. He would be so heartbroken if he knew where I was. I had to be strong. I hadn’t done anything wrong yet. I just had to stay strong and not fuck this guy.
“Your clothes are wet” Dylan said to me. “You should probably take them off or you will get sick.”
He was right, of course, I rose and headed for the bathroom.
“You can do it here.” He said.
I froze. He was telling me to strip for him. There was no way I could do that. I closed my eyes and struggled inside my head. “Don’t do it,” I told myself. “You don’t have to. He can’t make you.” As soon as I had that thought I knew it wasn’t true. He could make me. Part of me wanted him to. I turned to face him.
“Say no, say no, say no.” I told myself. My heart was racing and my breathing was labored. I psyched myself up and prepared to reject him, and I almost did. I raised my head and made eye contact with him. And then I lost the fight. His eyes were boring into me. He sat silently. I could see the outline of his erection through his boxers. I nodded and slowly undid the clasp of my bra. It fell away. I was topless. My nipples were as erect as Dylan’s cock. My fingers found their way to my panty line. I pulled them down, bending at the waist. The air on my now exposed vagina made m shiver.
I cast my eyes to the floor and stood there. I felt completely exposed and alone. It was a feeling that was both exciting and terrifying. I stood there for what felt like an eternity. I was waiting for something. I didn’t know what. Permission to leave? To cover up? Approval of some sort? Finally Dylan made a move.
“Walk over here” he instructed me.
I did. I was now standing naked in between his legs. Dylan placed his hands on my hips and pulled me on top of him, so I was straddling his waist. He felt hot against my cool skin. I felt his hand go to my face. Dylan pulled my chin up and forced me to look into his eyes. I could feel what was happening. My mind screamed at me to put an end to this but my body was out of control. His lips touched mine and I went brain dead.
I felt the heat of his breath. His tongue flicked across my lips and I opened my mouth to let him inside. Now I was completely naked, straddling a man’s lap, kissing him, and I was married. But I didn’t think about that at the time. I was consumed by lust. Dylan drove his tongue into my mouth and I accepted him hungary. I felt his hands all over me while we kissed. He gently caressed my back and cupped my ass. He rubbed my hips and found my exposed breasts. He hand his fingers through my hair and grasped my face. I was lost in him.
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