Dating is far harder than televisions makes it seem, at least that's how I always saw it. Finding something to talk about for an hour and a half is hard enough and being remotely interested in them after hearing that much about them is equally hard.
It's one of the reasons I look for one-night stands. It's also why I'm interested in women who looked for purely physical relationships. This desire brought me to a message board for "hotwives". Hot wives you may ask Well they're the greatest social concept since the hookup.
A hot wife is a married woman who has the permission of her husband to fool around with other men, even having sex with them. That's all the fun, with none of the relationship required. There are some hot wives who look to date, but from what I read a majority of them just wanted to be with someone different. That was exactly what I'm willing to provide.
Well, it's what I'm willing to provide if I could figure out how to meet these women. Some women were upfront inviting emails, but I didn't have a clue how to contact them. "Hello, I'd like to have sex with you" seemed like the wrong tactic. Other women offered a party or a gangbang where anyone coming could enjoy them. A little too wild and messy for my taste. I followed the posts and stuck to my one-night stands.
I always considered them an unobtainable fantasy.
When I was at work I would browse the message board while in the bathroom, or in the break room. I loved how wild it was looking at these women when I was getting paid to do something else.
One day a woman posted a picture of her in a blue corset, and nothing else claiming it's what she was wearing under her clothes while shopping. I loved looking at these naughty but liberated women. They loved to show off their body and get guys drooling over them. Usually they would get a huge amount of compliments and people hooting and hollering at them. This image was not the exception as there was at least 30 or 40 comments.
I read some and then I noticed she was replying. This was normal, one guy was begging to know where she was shopping. She toyed with him, and I loved the way she was flirting, and then she said it.
"I will be at ____ _____ (a home improvement store) in Winter Park at 3:00 pm. Check the lumber aisle." I checked the phone, she posted it at 2:50 pm and it was 2:58 pm. This wouldn't mean anything, except I worked at that exact store. I wore the orange apron, I dealt with the customers, I was already where this woman was going.
I checked her name, hotcpl238. Shit, I couldn't go and ask each woman in the store if they were a hot couple. Maybe I'd get away with it, but more than likely my manager would hear about the weirdo employee propositioning people. That wouldn't work.
This was the perfect chance for me to meet a hot wife and I had no clue how to find her. I looked at my phone as it changed to 2:59 pm and I realized I knew what I had to do, at least the first thing I had to do was get over that lumber aisle and see if I could figure out which woman was wearing that sexy blue corset. What I'd do after that depended on how successful I was.
As I left the bathroom I ran into a woman almost knocking her down. I apologized to her and she asked me to help her with some door locks. That was on the other side of the store from the lumber department. I would have loved to ditch her and run towards the lumber department but I knew that wouldn't be looked upon kindly.
The woman led me through the store, I kept looking at every woman I could find, hoping one of them would have a sign they were wearing a corset under their clothes. Of course there were no signs. It was probably because I was looking in the wrong aisle. I knew where the woman would be, I just had to reach her and get there in time.
As we reached the locks, I tried to help the customer as best I could. The good news was that it wasn't my section, the bad news is Brian the lazy bum who ran that section was nowhere to be seen, so I couldn't hand her off, and continue with what I wanted to do.
Every question she asked was time I was spending not meeting my destiny. I kept trying to be helpful but I realized I was answering as fast as I could with anything I could help her with. Eventually she reached the questions I didn't have answers for. After getting frustrated, she asked the best question I ever heard. "Is there someone else who would know?"
I almost hugged her and thanked her but instead I rushed off claiming I would find the person who knew everything about the aisle over my shoulder. I started to walk through the store. A few people tried to get my attention but I claimed I was on a mission, I had to find someone to help the lady looking at door locks. Following the normal procedure, I radioed into the dispatch telling them that Brian had a customer who needed help, gave them a description and continued to looking for him.
Within minutes I had crossed the store on a mission to find Brian. When I reached the lumber aisle, my heart sunk. No sign of Brian not that I expected him to be there, but even worse, no sign of anyone else. The aisle was empty. I must have missed out. I shook my head and walked down the aisle hoping somehow that would help.
As I walked I noticed a woman at the far end of the aisle. She turned the corner and starting down the aisle. The woman was a brunette with a wife look in her hair cut and not a lot of makeup on. She was wearing a dark button-up shirt, a skirt, and tennis shoes, so I couldn't see if she was the woman, but there was another clue.
There is an easy way to tell if a customer was looking for something or just idly walking. This woman didn't even look at anything for more than a second, she never looked at a price, she didn't look at the signs of the aisle, and she wasn't moving fast enough as if she was happy to just stroll. It might make sense for someone to do that in a mall, but window shopping at our store was reserved for kids whose parents were shopping.
I would typically ignore the window shoppers unless they needed help but seeing a woman strolling down the lumber aisle, and I realized I didn't need to know if this woman was wearing the blue corset. The fact we had an uninterested woman walking around the lumber pile at the right time made it clear.
I watched and thought about what I would say. Her eyes flashed over me and she appeared to ignore me once she realized I was an employee. That didn't hurt, but it just reinforced my guess that she wasn't here for business. I walked towards her and remembered how to greet guests in the store.
"Excuse me, Mrs. Do you need any help finding anything?" I tried to be as polite as possible. I still wasn't sure how to approach a woman to offer sex, but I told myself I had to give this a shot. I felt my face blushed as I talked to her.
"Thank you, I'm fine. I'm just looking."
I took my shot, I could claim to be "suave" but in reality I know that this came out a little rough.
"I'm sure I might be able to find something that you are looking for in the back." As I said 'something' I ran a hand over my cock, grabbing it without making it obvious. Whatever clumsy maneuver I did though seemed to have worked, she looked me over and then slowly nodded her head.
"Ok. Lead on." She raised her eyebrow and gave me a nod of approval.
I led her through the aisles of the store. I didn't want her to take her to anywhere too public, but there wasn't many choices. However I knew the assistant manager wasn't in today. He had a little shithole of an office, but it was the right size for fooling around.
As I got to the door I checked the knob and was glad to find it unlocked. I opened it and stepped inside closing the blinds and then closing the door behind her. I realized I had no clue what to do from this point. Most women would expect romance but I knew this wasn't a date, more like a chance to fool around and move on.
I had trouble looking at the woman, this was worse than the first time I was on a date. She pretended that the posterboard in the office was interesting enough to look at it.
After a minute she looked over and smiled. "I think we should get to it, I don't have all day."
The blood rushed back to my face. I had invited her back here but now we would do something I didn't know what I could do. "I'm kind of new this hot wife thing, is there any rules?"
She smiled at my nervousness. "It depends on the woman, I'm only looking to give a blow job, even though you are cute. While I love the innocent angle, I bet this isn't your first time."
"I just... I have never been with another man's wife." I forced the words out of my throat as I removed the store's apron and placed it on the desk.
"That you know of. But don't worry, just imagine I'm one of those one-night stands you've likely had." I saw her look me over now that I had removed the store's outfit. "You've probably had quite a few. My rules are simple, only oral, 15 minutes max, and no cumming on my clothes."
"Could I see the corset?"
She grinned. "Oh you liked that, I bet I will get a lot of replies wishing they were here. I suppose I could show you that.. Just don't get handsy." She said as she removed her shirt and dropped it onto the manager's desk. "I saw your name tag, but I don't want to use names if that's ok. Part of the fun of doing this is not knowing who I am with as long as they're clean."
I nodded. "Uh yeah, I'm clean. My name tag." I hadn't thought about that before but if she wanted to be a stranger I could play along. "Oh yeah my name tag, I borrowed that from my friend, I lost mine last night."
"Sure you did. You can call me Jenny. That's a proper slutty name." She turned around once showing off her corset and then sunk to her knees and undid my pants. "I hope you don't mind, but I have to rush a little and I want to enjoy this."
My eyes traced her curves in the corset, she looked perfect, I couldn't tell how big her breasts were but they were big enough they almost burst out. As I watched her sink to her knees I broke out of my trance and grabbed and pulled off my shirt which made her coo. Whether it was to be polite, or an honest outburst I didn't know. I tossed my shirt on the same desk as hers and helped to remove my pants, I dropped the pants and stepped out of them.
"So should I just call you Hunk?" Jenny asked as her hands rubbed over my bulge and she smiled as if she was impressed. I'm not exactly huge, but I've never heard a girl complain about the size. I reached to remove my boxers, but she swatted my hands away and smiled as she slipped the boxers off with the same grin and looked at my crotch. "Oh a big hunk."
"Umm, Hank?" I stared her breasts were pressed up against my legs as she stared at my cock and I looked down, at her body.
Jenny shook her head laughing and looked up at me. "No. Not Hank, a bit too Breaking Bad for me. And you're not a Hank. How about Ryan? I've got a huge crush on Ryan Reynolds." She looked down at my crotch again and rubbed my cock slowly with her left hand. I even noticed a pair of rings on her ring finger and felt them tease the head of my prick. "Oh Ryan. I can't wait to show you what I think of you."
I was surprised but didn't mind the complement. Her hand made me moan, and I leaned my head back though kept my eyes on her as she stroked my cock slowly. As I enjoyed her touch, she leaned forward, and licked the head of my cock with her tongue, teasing my cock.
A smile appeared on her face and her eyes darted up, watching me have trouble keeping myself from moaning. "Let it out stud, if I'm just giving you a blow job I deserve to hear how much you are enjoying it." She reached out and licked the tip a second time.
I moaned out again and then tried to speak "I can't wait for you to suck my cock, Jenny. You look so hot down there."
Jenny placed the head of my cock in her mouth and made a slurping sound. "Don't be afraid to be nasty. I might dress like a lady in public, but I'm a real bad girl in the bedroom." Jenny looked around and then winked at me. "Or the office."
I laughed and then gave it another chance. "In that case... slut... suck that cock."
"Yes sir. See you're getting it." With that Jenny bent forward and placed half my cock in her mouth without trying. She pressed more of my cock in her mouth and then pulled it back out with a louder slurp. As she slide my cock in and out of her mouth, she moaned from around my cock and then looked up at me as she pressed more of my cock into her mouth.
I moaned out louder, but when her eyes locked with mine I was hers. If she wanted anything I would do it. The look in her eyes though told me what I needed to know, she was enjoying sucking my cock and wanted to see how much I loved it.
As I looked she pressed back down on my cock and forced more of it in her mouth as she moaned around it. She teased me and rubbed the bottom of my cock with her tongue as she toyed with me, playing me like an instrument. She sucked on my cock, and it produced different moans depending on what she did. For a second I imagined a group of men moaning out for a crowd as women sucked on their cocks.
"Oh baby, you look so slutty down there. I can't wait to shove my entire cock into your mouth." I blurted out looking down at her sexy body.
She reached up and took one of my hands and placed it on the back of her head. I stared, and she nodded at me with my cock still between her lips. Her eyes told me I could do what I wanted. My hand joined its brother already on her brunette hair, and with both hands I quickly and forcefully pressed my cock into her mouth. Her hands went around my hips and gripped my ass as she held the position for a few seconds before I could feel she needed air.
I must have pressed too hard as she coughed for a second and regained her breath, but she looked up at me and dared me with a single word, "Again". My hands were on her head a second time and I pressed her down.
"That's it. Suck my cock whore. Take the whole thing." This time she gripped my ass a little harder and moaned. I let her back up before too long and I could hear her moaning the entire time she slipped my cock out of her mouth. I felt like I was almost ready to cum. She smiled and teased my cock by licking the tip.
I stared at her. It seemed three things happened at the same time. I moaned out, as I was about to tell her I was going to cum, she kissed the tip of my cock, and the door to the office opened.
Standing in the door was my manager, Steve. His mouth was agape and his eyes wide. I heard him try to say something, but it only came out as a questioning sound, not that I needed to hear anything to figure out what's on his mind.
I knew I was about to be fired, but before I could react, Jenny looked over at him.
"Could you come in and close the door, a girl needs a little privacy?" She gave a flirty laugh and then looked at me and gave me a nervous shrug, she looked almost as panicked as I was, but somehow could keep her composure.
Steve looked at me standing naked, and then looked at Jenny who was still rubbing my cock with her left hand, her rings still teasing me so I couldn't be too distracted. He then took a step into the office. He closed the door, and he took the time to lock it, a step I wish I took.
"Now what the hell is going on here, and who are you Miss?"
Jenny laughed playfully. "You can call me Jenny, and can't you tell a couple taking a private moment? I had to have my man's cock, it's a real need, though if you forget what you're seeing, I'm sure we could let you watch." As Jenny spoke her right hand ran over her cleavage and let out a moan as she thoughts about it.
Steve became as entranced with the view of Jenny on her knees, his eyes affixed to her body, her hand continued to rub me, and she looked up at me with a smile. He seemed uninterested in stopping whatever was going on in front of him.
"Babe, you might get mad, but would it be wrong if I let our new friend play with himself, or maybe I could even rub his cock for him as long as that's all I do?" Jenny gave me a wink, and I was a little confused but I supposed this was part of being a hotwife? Would she play with anyone who came by?
I looked down at Jenny and figured, at the worst it would mean Steve might not fire me the second he regains his senses. "Of course dear, if that's what you want. Steve, would you like one of the best hand jobs you'll ever get? Jenny is an expert at pleasing men." Jenny cooed as she heard my words and then placed my cock back into her mouth.
Steve continued to look at Jenny and then muttered. "Uh yeah... Uh sure." He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.
"Come over here stud, let me take care of that... and as for you hun." Jenny looked up at me and placed me back in her mouth. I no longer felt the urge to orgasm, but within seconds I was building my way back to that point. Jenny was an expert at the oral arts. Even having a second man in the room, and Jenny rubbing his cock I could feel my attention fixate on her.
Jenny fished Steve's cock out with her right hand and extended her arm so when I looked down at her I barely noticed anyone else in the room. She kept Steve out of my eye line and smiled as she moaned around my cock as she sunk down on it. As she pulled my cock out again she looked up. "Fuck me... use me... "
I felt awkward about using dirty names. Somehow while fucking her alone I could call her anything but I didn't want Steve to get the wrong idea about her. In a weird way, she felt like she was mine. I knew she wasn't, but I didn't want Steve to know she was a random slut. That was my secret. However my hands went to her head, and I pressed her head down on my cock and then pulling her back up after a second.
"Oh Jenny, you are so hot baby." I tried to get back to the same place as before, but I knew even if it wasn't the same, Jenny's effort towards me hadn't changed. I pressed my cock into her mouth and felt her tongue flutter on the bottom of my cock.
She removed her hand from my cock and reached down to her corset, pulling it down just enough for her nipples to pop out. She smiled up at me and continued to let me use her head. The entire time I could see her arm move working on Steve and heard Steve's grunts.
I pressed her further down on my cock to see if she could take it, but I also knew I was doing it as a punishment for letting someone else join us. Thinking about being able to punish her worked on me, and I knew if I was rougher on her I could easily cum. She again grabbed my ass and forced her head down on me a second time, holding it for a few seconds longer as she hummed a little tune.
After a few of this deep throats and her humming as I used her for my anger, I started to orgasm. I was about to pull her head off me and warn her, but her hand on my ass gripped me and pushed me back down her throat. I erupted and felt her swallowing every bit of my salty spray. As I filled her mouth, I could feel she sucked the cum down her throat. As I finished she sat back and looked up at me with a wicked smile.
A few seconds later, she looked at Steve. "Let's see if we can get you off now. Would you mind if I made you cum into some tissues? I don't really know you."
Steve panted. "Yeah yeah, sure... god you are sexy."
I sat down on the couch as I was spent. I watched Jenny working on Steve, as she picked up a few tissues from a box near her. She didn't seem as interested in Steve but was determined to finish him off. There was something in her eye that was different. Almost like the teacher made her stay after school to finish an assignment.
Jenny covered the tip of his cock with the tissues and played with his balls. She looked up at Steve and said. "Would you like me to put those dirty balls in my mouth? You're such a stud."
I don't know if the words are what did it, or whatever Jenny did to his balls, but two strokes later, and the tissues grew wet. Jenny stopped and removed the tissues from the end of his cock, careful not to spill anything. She then tossed the mess in the trash. Then with a clinical touch, Jenny grabbed a final tissue and cleaned off the cock that was still in her hand and released it.
Steve realized his part of this was over and zipped up his pants. He moved to the door as if nothing happened. "I need to get back to work." With that he unlocked the door and left the room, closing the door behind him.
I looked over at Jenny and she winked at me. "I don't think he'll mention this again. You can relax." She stood up and fixed her corset. "I have to go though, but thank you." Her shirt was in her hand and she was already buttoning it up before I could think what to say.
I didn't want to sound weak, but I also wanted to ask her for more. This was just random sex though, so I didn't want to ruin whatever this was so I dressed myself without a further word.
Jenny stopped at the door and looked back at me. "That was not what I was expecting, but it was fun." And again with that, the door opened and closed, this time leaving me alone in the office, standing in my pants.
I finished dressing as soon as I could and walked to the same door, giving the room one last look as I remembered the entire experience and sighed, knowing I still had a couple hours left on my shift.
Steve didn't talk to me for the rest of the day. In fact he seemed embarrassed when we saw each other. I almost laughed. He caught me getting a blow job, and now he didn't want to talk about it.
When I got home I thought about my encounter. I was so turned on I was about to jerk off as I looked for something I could use to help me remember her. I opened the message board on my computer to see if I could find her pic again and I noticed there was a new post by her.
In her post hotcpl238 talked about how this was her first shopping trip where she met someone, and her husband already heard the story, and rewarded her.
She talked about her trip to the store and talked about her trip walking through the store. She mentioned waiting and almost leaving, but meeting a real hunk, she even said "Hi Ryan!". The post went through every feeling she had, especially how turned on she was while I walked her down the aisle. In her mind she wanted me to have leashed her and made her crawl. God that was a hot idea, I wish I could have done it.
She said I was cute, but didn't mention my nervousness, in fact she talked in full detail about my cock, and size, though I think she claimed I was a couple inches bigger, though I wasn't complaining. Apparently she had an orgasm while sucking my cock as well. Damn I thought that was a myth.
The post even mentioned Steve interrupting us. She didn't really described him but overall I thought she was trying to make it a lot hotter than it was. In her version she sucked him off too. While I read the story I realized I was stroking my cock and came a second time that day to the same woman. Hearing her talk about how I affected her made me horny.
The final line was the best though. "My only complaint is I only got to taste his cock. I didn't have enough time to feel that magnificent cock inside me. My other lips were salivating the whole time. Maybe the next time I go out I'll skip wearing panties and start there."
I read the story again and again. After the third time through I noticed there was a little envelope near her name. I could send her a private message if I wanted. I knew she was married, but if she enjoyed herself, maybe I could get a second chance with me, and maybe this time I could give her the full attention I wish I had.
It's one of the reasons I look for one-night stands. It's also why I'm interested in women who looked for purely physical relationships. This desire brought me to a message board for "hotwives". Hot wives you may ask Well they're the greatest social concept since the hookup.
A hot wife is a married woman who has the permission of her husband to fool around with other men, even having sex with them. That's all the fun, with none of the relationship required. There are some hot wives who look to date, but from what I read a majority of them just wanted to be with someone different. That was exactly what I'm willing to provide.
Well, it's what I'm willing to provide if I could figure out how to meet these women. Some women were upfront inviting emails, but I didn't have a clue how to contact them. "Hello, I'd like to have sex with you" seemed like the wrong tactic. Other women offered a party or a gangbang where anyone coming could enjoy them. A little too wild and messy for my taste. I followed the posts and stuck to my one-night stands.
I always considered them an unobtainable fantasy.
When I was at work I would browse the message board while in the bathroom, or in the break room. I loved how wild it was looking at these women when I was getting paid to do something else.
One day a woman posted a picture of her in a blue corset, and nothing else claiming it's what she was wearing under her clothes while shopping. I loved looking at these naughty but liberated women. They loved to show off their body and get guys drooling over them. Usually they would get a huge amount of compliments and people hooting and hollering at them. This image was not the exception as there was at least 30 or 40 comments.
I read some and then I noticed she was replying. This was normal, one guy was begging to know where she was shopping. She toyed with him, and I loved the way she was flirting, and then she said it.
"I will be at ____ _____ (a home improvement store) in Winter Park at 3:00 pm. Check the lumber aisle." I checked the phone, she posted it at 2:50 pm and it was 2:58 pm. This wouldn't mean anything, except I worked at that exact store. I wore the orange apron, I dealt with the customers, I was already where this woman was going.
I checked her name, hotcpl238. Shit, I couldn't go and ask each woman in the store if they were a hot couple. Maybe I'd get away with it, but more than likely my manager would hear about the weirdo employee propositioning people. That wouldn't work.
This was the perfect chance for me to meet a hot wife and I had no clue how to find her. I looked at my phone as it changed to 2:59 pm and I realized I knew what I had to do, at least the first thing I had to do was get over that lumber aisle and see if I could figure out which woman was wearing that sexy blue corset. What I'd do after that depended on how successful I was.
As I left the bathroom I ran into a woman almost knocking her down. I apologized to her and she asked me to help her with some door locks. That was on the other side of the store from the lumber department. I would have loved to ditch her and run towards the lumber department but I knew that wouldn't be looked upon kindly.
The woman led me through the store, I kept looking at every woman I could find, hoping one of them would have a sign they were wearing a corset under their clothes. Of course there were no signs. It was probably because I was looking in the wrong aisle. I knew where the woman would be, I just had to reach her and get there in time.
As we reached the locks, I tried to help the customer as best I could. The good news was that it wasn't my section, the bad news is Brian the lazy bum who ran that section was nowhere to be seen, so I couldn't hand her off, and continue with what I wanted to do.
Every question she asked was time I was spending not meeting my destiny. I kept trying to be helpful but I realized I was answering as fast as I could with anything I could help her with. Eventually she reached the questions I didn't have answers for. After getting frustrated, she asked the best question I ever heard. "Is there someone else who would know?"
I almost hugged her and thanked her but instead I rushed off claiming I would find the person who knew everything about the aisle over my shoulder. I started to walk through the store. A few people tried to get my attention but I claimed I was on a mission, I had to find someone to help the lady looking at door locks. Following the normal procedure, I radioed into the dispatch telling them that Brian had a customer who needed help, gave them a description and continued to looking for him.
Within minutes I had crossed the store on a mission to find Brian. When I reached the lumber aisle, my heart sunk. No sign of Brian not that I expected him to be there, but even worse, no sign of anyone else. The aisle was empty. I must have missed out. I shook my head and walked down the aisle hoping somehow that would help.
As I walked I noticed a woman at the far end of the aisle. She turned the corner and starting down the aisle. The woman was a brunette with a wife look in her hair cut and not a lot of makeup on. She was wearing a dark button-up shirt, a skirt, and tennis shoes, so I couldn't see if she was the woman, but there was another clue.
There is an easy way to tell if a customer was looking for something or just idly walking. This woman didn't even look at anything for more than a second, she never looked at a price, she didn't look at the signs of the aisle, and she wasn't moving fast enough as if she was happy to just stroll. It might make sense for someone to do that in a mall, but window shopping at our store was reserved for kids whose parents were shopping.
I would typically ignore the window shoppers unless they needed help but seeing a woman strolling down the lumber aisle, and I realized I didn't need to know if this woman was wearing the blue corset. The fact we had an uninterested woman walking around the lumber pile at the right time made it clear.
I watched and thought about what I would say. Her eyes flashed over me and she appeared to ignore me once she realized I was an employee. That didn't hurt, but it just reinforced my guess that she wasn't here for business. I walked towards her and remembered how to greet guests in the store.
"Excuse me, Mrs. Do you need any help finding anything?" I tried to be as polite as possible. I still wasn't sure how to approach a woman to offer sex, but I told myself I had to give this a shot. I felt my face blushed as I talked to her.
"Thank you, I'm fine. I'm just looking."
I took my shot, I could claim to be "suave" but in reality I know that this came out a little rough.
"I'm sure I might be able to find something that you are looking for in the back." As I said 'something' I ran a hand over my cock, grabbing it without making it obvious. Whatever clumsy maneuver I did though seemed to have worked, she looked me over and then slowly nodded her head.
"Ok. Lead on." She raised her eyebrow and gave me a nod of approval.
I led her through the aisles of the store. I didn't want her to take her to anywhere too public, but there wasn't many choices. However I knew the assistant manager wasn't in today. He had a little shithole of an office, but it was the right size for fooling around.
As I got to the door I checked the knob and was glad to find it unlocked. I opened it and stepped inside closing the blinds and then closing the door behind her. I realized I had no clue what to do from this point. Most women would expect romance but I knew this wasn't a date, more like a chance to fool around and move on.
I had trouble looking at the woman, this was worse than the first time I was on a date. She pretended that the posterboard in the office was interesting enough to look at it.
After a minute she looked over and smiled. "I think we should get to it, I don't have all day."
The blood rushed back to my face. I had invited her back here but now we would do something I didn't know what I could do. "I'm kind of new this hot wife thing, is there any rules?"
She smiled at my nervousness. "It depends on the woman, I'm only looking to give a blow job, even though you are cute. While I love the innocent angle, I bet this isn't your first time."
"I just... I have never been with another man's wife." I forced the words out of my throat as I removed the store's apron and placed it on the desk.
"That you know of. But don't worry, just imagine I'm one of those one-night stands you've likely had." I saw her look me over now that I had removed the store's outfit. "You've probably had quite a few. My rules are simple, only oral, 15 minutes max, and no cumming on my clothes."
"Could I see the corset?"
She grinned. "Oh you liked that, I bet I will get a lot of replies wishing they were here. I suppose I could show you that.. Just don't get handsy." She said as she removed her shirt and dropped it onto the manager's desk. "I saw your name tag, but I don't want to use names if that's ok. Part of the fun of doing this is not knowing who I am with as long as they're clean."
I nodded. "Uh yeah, I'm clean. My name tag." I hadn't thought about that before but if she wanted to be a stranger I could play along. "Oh yeah my name tag, I borrowed that from my friend, I lost mine last night."
"Sure you did. You can call me Jenny. That's a proper slutty name." She turned around once showing off her corset and then sunk to her knees and undid my pants. "I hope you don't mind, but I have to rush a little and I want to enjoy this."
My eyes traced her curves in the corset, she looked perfect, I couldn't tell how big her breasts were but they were big enough they almost burst out. As I watched her sink to her knees I broke out of my trance and grabbed and pulled off my shirt which made her coo. Whether it was to be polite, or an honest outburst I didn't know. I tossed my shirt on the same desk as hers and helped to remove my pants, I dropped the pants and stepped out of them.
"So should I just call you Hunk?" Jenny asked as her hands rubbed over my bulge and she smiled as if she was impressed. I'm not exactly huge, but I've never heard a girl complain about the size. I reached to remove my boxers, but she swatted my hands away and smiled as she slipped the boxers off with the same grin and looked at my crotch. "Oh a big hunk."
"Umm, Hank?" I stared her breasts were pressed up against my legs as she stared at my cock and I looked down, at her body.
Jenny shook her head laughing and looked up at me. "No. Not Hank, a bit too Breaking Bad for me. And you're not a Hank. How about Ryan? I've got a huge crush on Ryan Reynolds." She looked down at my crotch again and rubbed my cock slowly with her left hand. I even noticed a pair of rings on her ring finger and felt them tease the head of my prick. "Oh Ryan. I can't wait to show you what I think of you."
I was surprised but didn't mind the complement. Her hand made me moan, and I leaned my head back though kept my eyes on her as she stroked my cock slowly. As I enjoyed her touch, she leaned forward, and licked the head of my cock with her tongue, teasing my cock.
A smile appeared on her face and her eyes darted up, watching me have trouble keeping myself from moaning. "Let it out stud, if I'm just giving you a blow job I deserve to hear how much you are enjoying it." She reached out and licked the tip a second time.
I moaned out again and then tried to speak "I can't wait for you to suck my cock, Jenny. You look so hot down there."
Jenny placed the head of my cock in her mouth and made a slurping sound. "Don't be afraid to be nasty. I might dress like a lady in public, but I'm a real bad girl in the bedroom." Jenny looked around and then winked at me. "Or the office."
I laughed and then gave it another chance. "In that case... slut... suck that cock."
"Yes sir. See you're getting it." With that Jenny bent forward and placed half my cock in her mouth without trying. She pressed more of my cock in her mouth and then pulled it back out with a louder slurp. As she slide my cock in and out of her mouth, she moaned from around my cock and then looked up at me as she pressed more of my cock into her mouth.
I moaned out louder, but when her eyes locked with mine I was hers. If she wanted anything I would do it. The look in her eyes though told me what I needed to know, she was enjoying sucking my cock and wanted to see how much I loved it.
As I looked she pressed back down on my cock and forced more of it in her mouth as she moaned around it. She teased me and rubbed the bottom of my cock with her tongue as she toyed with me, playing me like an instrument. She sucked on my cock, and it produced different moans depending on what she did. For a second I imagined a group of men moaning out for a crowd as women sucked on their cocks.
"Oh baby, you look so slutty down there. I can't wait to shove my entire cock into your mouth." I blurted out looking down at her sexy body.
She reached up and took one of my hands and placed it on the back of her head. I stared, and she nodded at me with my cock still between her lips. Her eyes told me I could do what I wanted. My hand joined its brother already on her brunette hair, and with both hands I quickly and forcefully pressed my cock into her mouth. Her hands went around my hips and gripped my ass as she held the position for a few seconds before I could feel she needed air.
I must have pressed too hard as she coughed for a second and regained her breath, but she looked up at me and dared me with a single word, "Again". My hands were on her head a second time and I pressed her down.
"That's it. Suck my cock whore. Take the whole thing." This time she gripped my ass a little harder and moaned. I let her back up before too long and I could hear her moaning the entire time she slipped my cock out of her mouth. I felt like I was almost ready to cum. She smiled and teased my cock by licking the tip.
I stared at her. It seemed three things happened at the same time. I moaned out, as I was about to tell her I was going to cum, she kissed the tip of my cock, and the door to the office opened.
Standing in the door was my manager, Steve. His mouth was agape and his eyes wide. I heard him try to say something, but it only came out as a questioning sound, not that I needed to hear anything to figure out what's on his mind.
I knew I was about to be fired, but before I could react, Jenny looked over at him.
"Could you come in and close the door, a girl needs a little privacy?" She gave a flirty laugh and then looked at me and gave me a nervous shrug, she looked almost as panicked as I was, but somehow could keep her composure.
Steve looked at me standing naked, and then looked at Jenny who was still rubbing my cock with her left hand, her rings still teasing me so I couldn't be too distracted. He then took a step into the office. He closed the door, and he took the time to lock it, a step I wish I took.
"Now what the hell is going on here, and who are you Miss?"
Jenny laughed playfully. "You can call me Jenny, and can't you tell a couple taking a private moment? I had to have my man's cock, it's a real need, though if you forget what you're seeing, I'm sure we could let you watch." As Jenny spoke her right hand ran over her cleavage and let out a moan as she thoughts about it.
Steve became as entranced with the view of Jenny on her knees, his eyes affixed to her body, her hand continued to rub me, and she looked up at me with a smile. He seemed uninterested in stopping whatever was going on in front of him.
"Babe, you might get mad, but would it be wrong if I let our new friend play with himself, or maybe I could even rub his cock for him as long as that's all I do?" Jenny gave me a wink, and I was a little confused but I supposed this was part of being a hotwife? Would she play with anyone who came by?
I looked down at Jenny and figured, at the worst it would mean Steve might not fire me the second he regains his senses. "Of course dear, if that's what you want. Steve, would you like one of the best hand jobs you'll ever get? Jenny is an expert at pleasing men." Jenny cooed as she heard my words and then placed my cock back into her mouth.
Steve continued to look at Jenny and then muttered. "Uh yeah... Uh sure." He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.
"Come over here stud, let me take care of that... and as for you hun." Jenny looked up at me and placed me back in her mouth. I no longer felt the urge to orgasm, but within seconds I was building my way back to that point. Jenny was an expert at the oral arts. Even having a second man in the room, and Jenny rubbing his cock I could feel my attention fixate on her.
Jenny fished Steve's cock out with her right hand and extended her arm so when I looked down at her I barely noticed anyone else in the room. She kept Steve out of my eye line and smiled as she moaned around my cock as she sunk down on it. As she pulled my cock out again she looked up. "Fuck me... use me... "
I felt awkward about using dirty names. Somehow while fucking her alone I could call her anything but I didn't want Steve to get the wrong idea about her. In a weird way, she felt like she was mine. I knew she wasn't, but I didn't want Steve to know she was a random slut. That was my secret. However my hands went to her head, and I pressed her head down on my cock and then pulling her back up after a second.
"Oh Jenny, you are so hot baby." I tried to get back to the same place as before, but I knew even if it wasn't the same, Jenny's effort towards me hadn't changed. I pressed my cock into her mouth and felt her tongue flutter on the bottom of my cock.
She removed her hand from my cock and reached down to her corset, pulling it down just enough for her nipples to pop out. She smiled up at me and continued to let me use her head. The entire time I could see her arm move working on Steve and heard Steve's grunts.
I pressed her further down on my cock to see if she could take it, but I also knew I was doing it as a punishment for letting someone else join us. Thinking about being able to punish her worked on me, and I knew if I was rougher on her I could easily cum. She again grabbed my ass and forced her head down on me a second time, holding it for a few seconds longer as she hummed a little tune.
After a few of this deep throats and her humming as I used her for my anger, I started to orgasm. I was about to pull her head off me and warn her, but her hand on my ass gripped me and pushed me back down her throat. I erupted and felt her swallowing every bit of my salty spray. As I filled her mouth, I could feel she sucked the cum down her throat. As I finished she sat back and looked up at me with a wicked smile.
A few seconds later, she looked at Steve. "Let's see if we can get you off now. Would you mind if I made you cum into some tissues? I don't really know you."
Steve panted. "Yeah yeah, sure... god you are sexy."
I sat down on the couch as I was spent. I watched Jenny working on Steve, as she picked up a few tissues from a box near her. She didn't seem as interested in Steve but was determined to finish him off. There was something in her eye that was different. Almost like the teacher made her stay after school to finish an assignment.
Jenny covered the tip of his cock with the tissues and played with his balls. She looked up at Steve and said. "Would you like me to put those dirty balls in my mouth? You're such a stud."
I don't know if the words are what did it, or whatever Jenny did to his balls, but two strokes later, and the tissues grew wet. Jenny stopped and removed the tissues from the end of his cock, careful not to spill anything. She then tossed the mess in the trash. Then with a clinical touch, Jenny grabbed a final tissue and cleaned off the cock that was still in her hand and released it.
Steve realized his part of this was over and zipped up his pants. He moved to the door as if nothing happened. "I need to get back to work." With that he unlocked the door and left the room, closing the door behind him.
I looked over at Jenny and she winked at me. "I don't think he'll mention this again. You can relax." She stood up and fixed her corset. "I have to go though, but thank you." Her shirt was in her hand and she was already buttoning it up before I could think what to say.
I didn't want to sound weak, but I also wanted to ask her for more. This was just random sex though, so I didn't want to ruin whatever this was so I dressed myself without a further word.
Jenny stopped at the door and looked back at me. "That was not what I was expecting, but it was fun." And again with that, the door opened and closed, this time leaving me alone in the office, standing in my pants.
I finished dressing as soon as I could and walked to the same door, giving the room one last look as I remembered the entire experience and sighed, knowing I still had a couple hours left on my shift.
Steve didn't talk to me for the rest of the day. In fact he seemed embarrassed when we saw each other. I almost laughed. He caught me getting a blow job, and now he didn't want to talk about it.
When I got home I thought about my encounter. I was so turned on I was about to jerk off as I looked for something I could use to help me remember her. I opened the message board on my computer to see if I could find her pic again and I noticed there was a new post by her.
In her post hotcpl238 talked about how this was her first shopping trip where she met someone, and her husband already heard the story, and rewarded her.
She talked about her trip to the store and talked about her trip walking through the store. She mentioned waiting and almost leaving, but meeting a real hunk, she even said "Hi Ryan!". The post went through every feeling she had, especially how turned on she was while I walked her down the aisle. In her mind she wanted me to have leashed her and made her crawl. God that was a hot idea, I wish I could have done it.
She said I was cute, but didn't mention my nervousness, in fact she talked in full detail about my cock, and size, though I think she claimed I was a couple inches bigger, though I wasn't complaining. Apparently she had an orgasm while sucking my cock as well. Damn I thought that was a myth.
The post even mentioned Steve interrupting us. She didn't really described him but overall I thought she was trying to make it a lot hotter than it was. In her version she sucked him off too. While I read the story I realized I was stroking my cock and came a second time that day to the same woman. Hearing her talk about how I affected her made me horny.
The final line was the best though. "My only complaint is I only got to taste his cock. I didn't have enough time to feel that magnificent cock inside me. My other lips were salivating the whole time. Maybe the next time I go out I'll skip wearing panties and start there."
I read the story again and again. After the third time through I noticed there was a little envelope near her name. I could send her a private message if I wanted. I knew she was married, but if she enjoyed herself, maybe I could get a second chance with me, and maybe this time I could give her the full attention I wish I had.
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