ENJOY MY DARLING

As she slipped into bed next to me, she was flushed and trembling. Her breathing was still hard, nervous and excited. I propped myself up on one arm and brushed a lock of hair lightly away from her face. I paused a second.

“Do you want to tell me what happened?” I ask her. She knows the rule. I can see her squirm, her body adjusting in the bed, her breath still quick and shallow.

“Yes,” she says finally. Then, a second later, “Fuck I’m so fucking wet.”

I trace my fingertips slowly down her body, watching her chest quiver as it rises and falls, until they slide softly down the top of her thigh to her knee. Then I draw them teasingly up the inside of her thigh, feeling the heat pulsing from between her legs. I can tell she’s not lying just from letting my fingers hover nearby.

“Did you fuck him?”

She gives a soft, whispery moan.

“Did you?” I’m almost taunting her now, and she knows it.

“Yes.” Her voice is hushed.

“Did he make you cum?”

She nods.

“Say it. Did he make you cum?”

“Yes.”

“How many times?”

I can see her blush even in the semi-darkness.

“Twice…Wait, no. Three times.”

“Did he cum inside you?”

She doesn’t answer right away. Instead, she grasps my hand in her own and gently pushes it into the wetness oozing from her labia, drenching my fingers.

“Yes,” she whispers.

***

She had told me not to come to the final night of the production. “The cast party is afterwards,” she had said hurriedly as she pulled on her skirt and fastened her bra before heading to the show. “Lots of drunk actors and inside jokes and theatre talk. No need to come. I’ll be late. Don’t bother waiting up.” Of course, that was code that meant exactly the opposite: she had her eye on some guy and she planned to get what she wanted.

I noted the black lace panties she had chosen, as well as a see-through lace bra that she knew flattered her. I also observed that her nipples were already alert and erect through the delicate fabric as she shared the night’s plans. I guessed that she was already soaked as she considered the evening ahead. She had never been so eager to get to one of her community theatre performances, and she certainly had never worn that level of lingerie to a show. The little black dress she pulled on hurriedly left just a little to the imagination; at any rate, I knew my imagination would be busy all night.

She gave me a soft, lingering kiss and whispered that she loved me before she hurried out the door.

“Enjoy, my darling!” I had called after her as her footsteps echoed down the hall.

***

My cock was rock hard as she slowly pushed her sopping mound against my fingers. I slipped a finger easily inside her.

“Tell me.”

She told me, reciting her hotwife sex story, that he was the property manager of the building where the theatre was located. She had mentioned him in passing before: He was a business owner, with the ripped body of a construction worker who was very hands-on and attentive to the needs of his tenants. He happened to have a particular interest in theatre, had been a stagehand when he was younger, and he had become very involved in their modest community theatre project, suggesting several ways to adapt the building to improve the production. She had noticed him watching her during rehearsals. He had complimented her on a dress she had worn, and she had become more brazen, flirting with him, touching his arm and chest and back whenever the opportunity arose.

At the dress rehearsal before the final show, they were the last two in the theatre. He had been using his power drill to repair a bit of scenery and she had been putting her street clothes back on—a dress with a zip in the back. She had called him over and asked if he would zip her up. Her heart had pounded as he put down his drill and walked slowly over to where she stood in front of a makeup table with a mirror. She almost cried out when she felt his sure hands on her back, and his masculine, muscled presence behind her.

“Were you wet?” I ask her, my finger sliding slowly deeper into her.

“Fuck yes.”

He had slowly brought the zipper up and brushed her hair to the side, and softly kissed her neck. “I’d much rather zip the other direction,” he’d said. She’d felt faint, she told me, her breathing shallow, heat rising in her cheeks and between her thighs. She knew her aroused nipples poked through the thin cotton of her dress. He’d stepped back and slid his fingertips appreciatively down over the small of her back and over the curve of her ass.

“What did you do?” I asked her, sliding a second finger inside her dripping hole.

“Nothing,” she gasped, quivering.

“Tell me why not.”

“Because I liked it,” she gasped. “I loved it. I wanted him so badly.” She was breathing hard.

“What did he do next?”

“He slid his hand under my dress, between my legs, and slowly ran his fingertips up the insides of my thighs.” She could feel them hovering over the crotch of her panties, almost touching but not quite, and her perfect pussy pulsing and throbbing next to them. He’d reached around with his other hand and cupped her breast, running his fingers roughly over her hard nipple as it poked through her dress, then pulling the top of her dress down, baring her breast.

“I was so fucking wet,” she said. He slid her sopping panties to one side and touched her. As he did, he growled softly in her ear: “I’m going to fuck you so hard… I’m going to make you cum around my hard cock… I’m going send you home to your husband filled with my cum.”

“I came so hard,” she gasps now, recounting the moment to me. She gushed against his fingertips, her heat and wetness throbbing into her panties for a few moments. His hard cock smouldered against the small of her back. She had wanted desperately to fuck him right then and there, but they heard the jingle of keys as the cleaning crew opened the front door of the theatre. After a moment, they had pulled apart and she had fixed her panties and her dress.

She had managed a “See you at the cast party, then?” and he had nodded and winked. They said their goodbyes and had walked out of the theatre as if nothing had happened.