I’ve been fantasizing about being with you ever since our sailing trip last year.
You were so masterful.” I pretended to shiver at the thought of how manly he looked. “If you’re a good boy tonight, I could make you feel really good.”
“I work with your husband,” his eyes became wider.
“Please, it’s not like you haven’t heard about my husband’s side interests. We
have an open marriage. He does what and who he wants, and I do the same. And
I want you, Tad.”
His expression changed, and he scooted closer to me. “He won’t care if I do
this?”
“He won’t even know. Imagine how powerful you’ll feel when he’s trying to
screw you out of what you deserve. We both know what a prick Jeremy can be.
During those hard negotiations, you’ll know you’ve fucked his wife right under his nose.” My mouth was an inch from his while I accentuated the keywords of
my temptation.
His eyes grew cold and his lip curled as if he was imaging that very image.
Grabbing me roughly, he unzipped my dress to my belly button, and moaned,
“You’re so hot.”
Without any more hesitation, he began to kiss my breasts. Teasing him, I guided his hand closer to my panties. Like a teenage boy with no clue what to do, he was slobbering on my chest while awkwardly tracing his fingers up and
down my silk undergarments. He acted as if he was giving me some sort of pleasure.
“Is that the way you like it? Does that feel good?”
“Mmm, you know what to do with your hands, but I think I need to check out the merchandise.” He shuddered as I unzipped his fly and slowly traced my
fingernails along the flap of his silk boxers.
“What are we doing? Vic I’ll kill you,” he protested half-heartedly.
“It’s ok. I won’t tell her. It can be our little secret.” He didn’t resist as I slipped my hand inside the flap of his boxers and pulled out his surprising small erection. No wonder Vicky wanted Jeremy.
Tad shuddered as I gripped him. He moved from my breast and tried kissing
me passionately. He really was an unskilled lover with his sloppy kisses and a lack of understanding as to how to satisfy me.
I broke away, and said, “If you work on my neck, I can work on you.”
Like an obedient student, he turned his slobbering mouth onto my shoulders
and neck. After a brief moment, he looked up to confirm my approval.
“Mmm,” I moaned and gripped him tighter.
He jerked but returned to his assigned task. I wanted to stop, but I had to
keep up the charade for just a bit more. Jeremy was taking his sweet ass time with Vicky.
At first, the warm sweaty feeling of Tad repulsed me. However, as his body
reacted to my touch, his awkward attempts at pleasing me turned surprisingly exciting. He would never bring me to any climax. I would get no release, but I
held the power for this brief moment. I was in charge.
Overwhelmed with my efforts, he leaned his head back on the booth and closed his eyes. His moans grew louder, so I pressed my lips to his, silencing him.
God, Caitlyn. Is this who you’re becoming? How far will this go? Giving a
gross old guy a hand job?
I debated stopping, but he shivered violently as he finished. Shit. Already?
He kissed me back softly now and murmured against my mouth, “You’re so
sexy. I want to make you feel as good as you just made me feel.”
Pulling away from him, I just smiled. The satisfied look he wore slowly began to change. The realization of what happened must have hit him. Suddenly,
