9 comments/ 52985 views/ 80 favorites Seduced By His Mistress By: CateJ Walking into the bar I was more nervous than I'd been in years. The old me, the me from just 6 short weeks ago, would never have dreamt of even entering a place like this, let alone meeting up with a woman I'd found online. But you see six weeks is a very long time and I needed to feel alive again. I needed to feel lust and passion and desire. I needed to see what I was missing and I really needed a great fuck. Striding into the dark bar I tried to hold my head high and extol a confidence I didn't really feel. Turns out I didn't need to bother. Nobody even looked in my direction which would have hit my confidence had it not been for their attention firmly focused on the almost naked woman on stage. Part dive bar, part burlesque house, the Silken Kitty was famous for its cheap beer and beautiful women and I'd been surprised when she'd suggested we meet here. Now as I focused on the dark haired beauty on stage and recognising her as my Midnight Angel it all became clear. It probably seems like a strange thing to do considering the circumstances but at the time it seemed like the perfect solution. My husband and I had been married for 6 years and things were currently far from good. I'd had my suspicions that he was cheating, no-one works hours that long, not even him. We still had sex but it was perfunctory, vanilla sex. The only foreplay consisted of him squeezing my tits for a few minutes before flipping me over to fuck me from behind. I didn't even bother to fake it any more, I'd just wait for him to slip out of me and fall asleep before getting up and going to my bathroom to finish myself off. It had only been like this for the last few months, before that our sex life was dynamite, there was nothing off limits to us and we would routinely make love for hours. We'd had a similar episode early on in our marriage, a few months where he'd taken to sleeping in the spare room and avoiding my attempts at seduction. I'd addressed it then and he'd told me he was stressing out over the corporate takeover he was overseeing and that he didn't want to take it out on me. I knew he was a busy man and I'd accepted his reasoning then but something now told me that work wasn't the issue. Being the third wife of one of the richest men in the state I knew just how many women coveted my position. He was a catch, handsome, sexy, smart and richer than Croesus. There wasn't much a woman wouldn't do to land a man like that. I knew because I had done just about everything to become wife number 3. I'd been a highly successful CFO in my own right and being head hunted by his Company at the age of 27 had been the highlight of my career. Suddenly I was launched into the big time and was handling the kind of numbers that could finance a small country. The responsibility was immense but I've always been a Type A personality and loved the pressures of working in such an intense environment. Two weeks after I'd started I'd been called into his office to be introduced to the big boss and that had been it. Just being in his presence made my skin tingle and within minutes I was in full blown lust. As we talked about trajectories and planned projections I couldn't stop myself picturing him naked, fucking the shit out of me and giving me the kind of pleasure I'd only ever read about. I knew he was married, I knew he was older and I knew he was my boss. I had been hired because of my reputation for getting things done, and in that instant he was what I wanted to do. It was easier than I'd thought. A few weeks of flirtatious looks and increasingly lower cut tops and suddenly I was invited out for drinks to "celebrate" my first month in the job. Sitting in the bar of a very upscale hotel we drank champagne and talked about business and my goals for my career when he leaned forward and told me he wanted to fuck me. Within 10 minutes we were inside the penthouse suite and he was inside me and it felt incredible. Everything coalesced in that night, chemistry, lust, passion and we had the kind of sex people dream about. It was hot and sweaty and in his arms I was a wild woman. Within a month I was living in an apartment in his building and his wife was being served with divorce papers and within a year we were married. I stayed as CFO until our wedding and dedicated my life afterwards to being a full on corporate wife. It's my job to look the part so my days are filled with personal trainers, aestheticians, visits to the salon and manicurist. My breasts have been surgically enhanced, I've been liposuctioned and last year I underwent a vaginaplasty. And through it all, well except after the vaginaplasty, we have fucked like animals. On our wedding night I gave him my ass as his wedding gift and as he buried his cock inside my body he told me that I was the woman he'd been waiting for, the perfect combination of beauty, sex appeal and intelligence. His former wives had just been a necessity to allow him to build his business and now we were together his life was exactly what he'd dreamed of. We really did have it all, I loved my life, I worshipped my husband and our sex life was completely uninhibited. For the next 6 years we travelled the world, dining in the finest restaurants, drinking the best champagne and fucking in the classiest hotels the world had to offer. I wanted for nothing... until 2 months ago. My first suspicion was his disinterest in sex. Aside from the few weeks he spent in the guest room and my rest periods after surgery we had fucked at least twice a night for 7 years. That's about 5000 orgasms minimum. At first I'd been worried that there was something wrong health wise, he was in his mid fifties and as strong as his libido was, Viagra had been invented for a reason. As I opened the door to his den to ask him if he was okay I found him masturbating furiously as he watched porn on his iPad. So that answered that question. A search on his browsing history showed he was watching porn daily and that he seemed to be into brunettes, particularly long haired perky breasted brunettes with bare pussies. My tits were the best money could buy so a trip to the waxer and the colourist later and I arrived at his office naked under my coat to test my suspicions. His look of surprise at my hair colour soon changed to one of lust as I dropped my coat and he seemed mighty interested when I knelt before him and took his cock deep into my throat. At home that night he went down on me for hours until I was incoherent and boneless before turning me onto my stomach and riding me hard to completion. Satisfied that I've solved the problem I made weekly appointments for my hair maintenance and carried on as normal, relieved that my husband could still get hard for me even if I had to go from blonde to brunette to do so. My relief however was short lived and after a few days, we were back to our old routine. My second suspicion was his increased absences, working later and later during the week and having to suddenly drop everything to fly out for a weekend conference. I was used to him having to go away but this was becoming a regular event. Previously I'd fly down with him and explore whichever city we were in while he had his meeting before falling into bed on his return. This time he told me not to worry, that it was too last minute and I'd be too much a distraction. As always he called me every day and always brought me back a gift but something felt odd. Even during phone sex where he would always call me by my name suddenly he was calling me baby. Not "Oh Mellissa, you're getting me so fucking hard!" but "Yeah Baby, you're so fucking good!" I've read enough Cosmo to know that men using nicknames is not a great sign, if he's calling you by your name he knows exactly who he's with but if he's calling you a pet name it's usually to avoid calling you by someone else's. Between the nicknames, the porn and the short lived renewed interest in me as a brunette I was sure that there was someone else. I didn't want to believe it but I was wife number 3 myself so I wasn't blind to the situation. I had been the younger, hotter babe who lured him from his ex so it seemed plausible after all this time that I too would be replaced. Nothing between us had really changed but the grass is always greener and I would be fooling myself if I'd thought this would never happen. Thankfully our pre-nup was ironclad and if we did divorce I would be taken care of. If we divorced as a result of his infidelity then I would get almost everything so I was pretty confident that whilst he was probably fucking someone else our marriage would remain intact. It hurt like a mothafucker but I knew things would be okay. His infatuation would burn out and hopefully we'd return to how we were. Of course life has a habit of kicking your ass. He came back from his trip with a stunning diamond bracelet and flowers and went back to his routine. We still had sex every night with me on my stomach and him taking from behind with routine precision. I tried to get into it but every time I got close I'd picture him fucking one of his porn girls or any number of brunettes in our acquaintance and I'd dry up like a flower in the desert sun. I became obsessed with knowing who she was and stalked his email like a crazy person. After weeks of torment and a shit load of lube I decided to confront him, unable to stand the woman I was becoming. Poised to open the door to his office I heard him on the phone and recognised his tone as his sex voice. Stunned I pressed my ear to the door and listened as he crooned sweet nothings down the handset. "I miss you so much baby... Last weekend was incredible and I can't stop thinking about how sweet your pussy tastes... I know you do baby and I love eating you even more... I wish you were here too baby, so much... I want to lay you down on my desk and watch my cock disappear into your perfect pussy... Yeah, it was made for my cock... Nothing has ever felt as good as your sweet pussy milking my cock dry." I almost retched as I heard him tell her the things he used to say to me... verbatim. My pussy was perfect and had literally been made for him at an insurmountable cost and my personal pain. Unable to drag myself away from hearing the words which threatened to rip me apart I sank into the door and bit back tears. "My ex wife never made me cum like I do with you baby, I only have to think about your perfect body and I'm hard... No baby, you are perfect... I know I like big tits but yours aren't exactly little are they?... Baby, I don't need to fuck your tits when I have your world class pussy wet for me do I?... How wet baby?... Tell me how wet you are for me... Let me hear how much you want me to fuck you..." I heard the sound of him whacking off and wished I had the courage to just bust through the door. His ex-wife?! I was getting divorced?! Asshole. Defeated I started to push myself away from the door, but found my legs couldn't support me. He had literally pulled the rug from underneath me. Torn between staying where I was and crawling down the hallway I heard his breathing kick up a notch and realised he was about to cum. "Oh baby girl... When I see you next I am going to kiss every inch of your body just like that... No really... I'll worship your tits and make you cum so hard you'll black out from the pleasure... I bet I can!... And then I want you to get on your knees and suck my big hard cock... Take it all the way down your throat until you're so full of me you can't take any more... I want to watch your pretty face as you suck me dry baby... Oh god, I want to cum on your face so bad baby... I'm looking at your picture online now and I'm going to spray my cum on the screen as if you were here with me... Oh yeah baby... So fucking good!" He came with a huge groan and for a second I thought, hopefully, that he'd had a heart attack. After a moment of silence he coughed and wound it up, "Oh baby that was awesome... My cock just exploded all over your face... Ha ha yeah, I'd better clean it up I guess, I can't exactly tell my IT guys that I broke my iPad by spraying it with cum!... But it's so hot watching it drip down your face. I'm tempted to take a picture of it... Really?... Okay baby, next time I'll come all over your face and take a picture of you for real... That's going to be so hot I can't wait... Okay baby girl I will. Sweet dreams and keep that pretty pussy wet for me. Laters Angel" Summoning the strength to stand I crept back down the hallway, a plan forming in my head. I now had the proof that my bastard of a husband was cheating on me which surprisingly gave me a huge amount of comfort. I wasn't going crazy, he was just a dick. And better than that, if I could get to his iPad I'd be able to see exactly who he was cheating on me with. That proved somewhat harder than my initial seduction of him. Sneaking into his office hours later I found his iPad jizz free in its case. Typing in his password, Billion@ire – idiot, I waited for it to boot up and held my breath. I desperately needed to see her but I knew it was going to hurt. Rationally I knew that there was nothing I could do to stop his affair but if he was planning to divorce me I needed to make sure everyone knew that he'd cheated. If it was just a fling then I knew I had to at least see what she looked like, even if it was so I could picture the face he was seeing when he fucked me. Right then I hoped for the divorce because the idea of just swallowing his infidelity tore me up, I knew that I wouldn't be able to carry on pretending to be oblivious while he thought he'd got away with it. I'd physically changed since our marriage but I was still the same woman he'd been attracted to. I had a head for figures and I liked to think I was pretty smart. The concept of pretending to be so vapid that I'd ignore his treatment of me and our dismissal of our marriage vows made me sick to my stomach. Going into the history I found the expected porn sites, his Firefox searches were an endless list of 'Busty Brunette sucks/fucks/creams/cums...". Filtering down into his recent history I found visits to the NASDAQ, Sky News, Bloomberg and Twitter but nothing stood out. I didn't know what I was expecting but I'd hoped he had logged into CheatingSpouses.com or Infidelity4U just to make my life easier. And then it hit me, unless he was fucking a news anchor she had to be on Twitter. A few clicks later and I hit paydirt. My husband had a Twitter account and was a pretty active user, his screen name '@JamesBlaze' hit home as we'd often checked into hotels anonymously as Mr and Mrs Blaze in reference to our habit of scorching the sheets. He really did lack any originality. His posts were mostly quotes from famous writers that he'd cut and pasted from the internet, I knew for a fact that he'd rather watch paint dry than read a book, and a few supposedly meaningful tweets that I knew where from him, "I dream of the day we can wake up together #countingtheseconds". Blah blah blah. He only had 3 followers and followed about 50 so I set about clicking on each account to see exactly what he was up to. Man, he really liked nubile brunettes! Mostly he followed NASCAR racers and entrepreneurs but there were a fair few porn stars and glamour models as well as some non-famous women. Even I had to admit that the 3 women I didn't recognise were hot and a trip through their photographs didn't change my mind. Looking at his followers I found they were the same three women so I set about print screening their pages for later. I wasn't sure what I would do next but I just wanted to get out of his space, the aroma of his semen lingering in the air made my stomach lurch, and clutching my evidence in my hands I bolted to the guest room. Turns out its super easy to stalk people on Twitter. Sitting in the salon the next day as my colourist stripped the brown out of my hair I surfed through each of the women's feeds. One was a dancer at a club in town, one was a bartender/model at a hotel bar we frequented and the other was an aspiring actress from LA. All 3 could potentially be the other woman but I wrote off the actress as being too far away. So it was between @MidnightAngel and @CocktailsAndCatwalks. Honest to God, everyone online is a comedian. As my hair slowly reverted to normal I created my own account, and as I lacked their creativity I went with @AmericanBlonde. Once set up I trawled through his feed again and found he'd messaged each of the three within the last few days, the actress had landed a spot in a commercial which he'd congratulated her on, Cocktails had posted a picture of her new haircut which he'd said was "HOTTTT!" and MidnightAngel had tweeted about her weekend away to which he'd commented "Looks like Paradise". As the most beautiful of the 3, MidnightAngel caused me the most anxiety and I knew in my gut that she was the one fucking my husband. On an impulse I messaged her, "When are you next dancing? I heard you were perfection". A few minutes later she replied "Wow! Perfection huh? That's cool. You should come and judge for yourself" and posted a link to The Silken Kitty. Hesitantly I followed the link and was actually pretty impressed with the site. Turns out she was a Burlesque dancer so while it was pretty sexy it was classy too. The dancers all had their own bios and I watched the video of her performing. I could see what my husband liked about her, sensuous and graceful with a body built for fucking. I figured she was about 22 and all natural with small tits and a tiny waist. Impressed despite myself I tweeted back telling her how well she danced and that I wished I could dance like that. She replied that there were classes where you could learn and that I should try it. I told her that I was a bit shy and she told me to just go for it. For the rest of my appointment we messaged each other and even though we didn't really say much I found her to be sweet and genuine. I still didn't know exactly what I was going to do about my husband and I didn't know if this girl was the other woman for sure but at least I felt pro active. The demon on my shoulder wanted me to ask her outright if she was fucking him but for some crazy reason I didn't want to upset her. Shutting down the iPad I let the colourist lead me to the sinks to rinse the chemicals out of my hair, silently hoping that the water would wash all my sadness down the drain along with the dye. Back home, my husband took one look at my blonde hair and smiled, "I liked it darker baby." I kissed him on the cheek and shrugged, "It was nice for a change but this is the real me." He nodded and went off to his office, probably to call her for another round. Pouring myself a glass of wine I sat at the kitchen counter and pondered my situation. If my marriage did end, financially I would be secure and mentally I knew I was tough enough to survive. If his affair ended and he came back to me, could I ever trust him again and did I even want to? I loved him, I honestly did but I really didn't like him. I craved his attention but I didn't want him to touch me. Our lives together up until that point had been phenomenal; I wanted for nothing and had been blessed with every luxury you could think of. Clothes, shoes, diamonds, furs... I had eaten in every Michelin starred restaurant and visited every high end boutique, I had the personal numbers of at least a dozen named designers who I could call upon to make me whatever I wanted. My name opened every door and the air I had breathed was indeed rarefied. Draining my glass and refilling it to the brim, my shoulders sagged, Stuff. I had a glut of stuff but it was all just superficial. Worse than that, it was all his. Everything I had came from his money, every conversation was about him and his interests. Seduced By His Mistress Throughout our marriage I had gradually packed every trace of myself away and become an extension of him, happy to trade myself in to make him happy. Somewhere along the line I had made the decision to devote myself to my husband in the blind belief that what we had was forever and that his happiness equalled my own. Drinking deeply I felt the tears start, how stupid was I? Nothing lasts forever and I had been duped by my own greed and stupidity. Third wife Mellissa?! What do you think he knows about forever? I wanted to believe that what we'd had was genuine and that he loved me but in the face of his affair I suddenly saw everything through new eyes. What if it was never real, what if he was just using me as a springboard like his exes? After 6 years, what if I no longer looked like the perfect trophy wife he had moulded me into and was past my sell-by date? I had to pull myself together, I had to find a way to get through each day, at least until I could work out what I needed to do. I had to keep my head, and hold on to the woman I was underneath all of the flash and extravagance and I had to learn to stand on my own two feet, with or without the designer shoes he paid for. Above all else, I didn't want him to know that I knew... well, that I knew something. I was sure the Burlesque girl was his new piece but I had to prove it somehow. I toyed with hiring a detective but my husband would be on to it in a flash, one of the downsides of a joint bank account. Plus I knew from our affair that he was almost pathological about keeping his private life private. The media would be all over him if they knew something was wrong in our marriage, and he would hate that. For an instant I considered calling up one of the tabloids but common sense prevailed, it wouldn't prove anything and I'd get hounded too. It seemed that I only had three options available, to either accept it and pretend all was well, to leave him and see how I faired on my own or to get to her and blindside him completely. Option 3 seemed like a winner to me so I picked up my iPhone and logged in to Twitter, wondering how I'd make friends with this woman. I was surprised to see I had a direct message and even more so when I found it was from her. "Just wondered if you'd thought anymore about that class? I know the girl who teaches it and she's is awesome! You seem really nice and I think it's a shame you feel too shy to do something you really want. Never let fear hold you back! Anyway, if you want to chat message me directly. Twitter is great but some things are better kept private. Angel x" Fuelled by Chardonnay, I messaged her back "Thanks for the advice, I'll think about the class but I'm not making any promises! Just seems a bit daunting, my confidence is pretty low right now and not sure I could handle something else that I'm destined to fail at! I'm not as young as I used to be, and just getting out of bed some days scares me! AB x" Smiling, I set my phone back on the counter and decided I needed to eat. Ordinarily I'd send out for food but the old me had been a fairly decent cook so I decided to whip up some pasta. As I prepped the meal I felt a tiny blast of déjà vu, my old kitchenette in my old apartment had been smaller than the guest bathroom but I'd happily spent hours following recipes and making dinner for my friends. It was a lifetime ago, now I had caterers shipped in for the numerous soirees we held and my old friends had been banished in favour of the wives and mistresses of my husband's business associates. He was the only person in my life who knew the old me, everyone else had drifted away when our joint social calendar had filled to the point that I had no time for them. There is only so much neglect that people will take before they decide it's not worth it and as I sat down to eat I decided that it was time to start making friends of my own. Seven years was a long time but I figured it was worth trying to reach back out to my old buddies, worst case scenario they would ignore me but I was already at rock bottom anyways. Chewing the linguine I picked up my phone and started scrolling through my contacts when I got an update, Midnight Angel had replied to my message. "The fact that it scares you means you HAVE to do it! And how old are you anyways? 110?? You need to post a photo so I can see that you aren't actually geriatric! Not that it would matter but it'd be nice to see what my new friend looks like!" Grinning like a karma blessed lunatic I quickly responded with a photo my husband had taken a year ago on a vacation to Bora Bora. Tanned and smiling I stood on the veranda of our villa watching the sunrise wearing a bathrobe and waiting for him to come out and watch it with me. He'd whistled and snapped my picture as I turned. I loved it, I looked happy and natural and completely carefree. "Taken last year on my 109th birthday!" Hitting send I stared at the phone, willing her to respond quickly, needing the validation. Minutes passed and I began to feel like an idiot. What the hell was I doing? Trying to make friends with the woman I suspected of having sex with my husband? The phone vibration broke my reverie, "Holy shit AB! You are gorgeous!!! 109 suits you x But seriously... how on earth can you look like you do and not have the confidence to strut your stuff at a dance class?! You are a beautiful woman x" "Gee thanks. To be honest the robe hides my hump back and thunder thighs but I'll take the compliment x As for the confidence, a failed marriage will do that to you x" Tipping the remains of my wine down the sink and loading my dish into the dishwasher I picked up the phone and made my way down the hall. He was still in his office and I pressed my ear to the door, he was taking to his Accountant about the 3rd quarter analysis. Stifling a laugh I made my way to my bathroom and started the tub. The phone buzzed, "I'm really sorry to hear that AB but if it means anything at all I bet he's a total idiot. You seem like a funny smart woman and despite the hump and the thigh = landmass issue you really are gorgeous. Don't let it drag you down... you need to do things to keep your mind off it. I know, how about a dance class? Or better yet, let's meet up for a drink and you can show me your hump? X" Sinking onto the side of the bath I stared at the screen. Meet up? Why would she want to meet me? Stunned I asked her. "Because emailing is too impersonal AB, and I'd like to talk to you in real life. Does the idea of meeting me scare you?" "Honestly, a little. I haven't met anyone new in years, everyone in my life I met through my husband." "Then you should definitely meet me for a drink. Do it because it scares you and do it so you can say you have someone in your life not affiliated with your ex." Oh, the irony. "You make a good point Angel. But I have to ask, why are you being so nice to me?" "Honestly? Because you seem sad and I hate that. No-one should be as unhappy as you seem to be and I want to cheer you up. Because I think you're funny and you don't seem to see that in yourself. Because I don't have any older female friends and at 109 you would be the oldest. Because I think you're beautiful in your photo and I want to see you in real life. I think you're attractive AB and I want to ply you with drinks and get you to show me your thunder thighs!. Any more questions?" Sinking into the bubbles I couldn't believe it. This woman, this girl, was flirting with me! Despite the bizarre situation I was curious and more than a little turned on. "Just one. What would you do after I've shown you my thighs?" In a heartbeat she replied, "I'd show you heaven." The die was cast, and ten minutes later we had arranged to meet up that Friday at The Silken Kitty. She said that there were no expectations; that if all we did was meet and have a drink that that was fine but that she wanted me to know that she was open to more. For the first time in years the power was all mine and as I set the phone down I relished the feeling. Who knew what would happen, I could stand her up, I could go and meet her for an hour or I could go with the flow. I'd never been with a woman before, despite numerous requests from my husband to invite another woman into our bed, and the idea had always held a great appeal. Not as a threesome but just me and her. The notion of experiencing it with my husband's lover against his knowledge turned me on so much that as I reached for the shower nozzle, I knew I that there was no way I was letting fear get in the way this time. Watching her dance I was suddenly overwhelmed with the situation. For all intents and purposes I was here to meet the woman fucking my husband but as I watched her undulate her hips to the heavy bass of the music I knew it went beyond that. Something about this woman had me hooked, her initial kindness in her emails, her effusive complements and her open attraction and now this. She held the room's attention as she danced in nothing more than a thong, bra and heels, her body moving with grace. I don't know what I had been expecting but it wasn't this. As naked as she appeared, there was still so much unseen and like everyone else in the room I was rapt, desperate for her to unveil herself. She shimmied and swayed through the routine, her hair covering her face as she dipped and fanning out as she stood. She looked out into the audience and winked before turning her back to the room. We all watched as she bent at the waist and teasingly slowly, pulled her thong down her endless legs. Stepping out of them she turned her head and her hair fell like a waterfall down her back. She swayed her hips to the beat for a moment before reaching behind and unhooking her bra, making a show of leaning forward to slid it down her arms before throwing it towards the back of the stage and then neatly pirouetting around, her locks covering her breasts and her hands covering her crotch. As one, the room held its breath as she took a bow and released back, arms spread wide. Her breasts stood firm, two bejewelled star shaped pasties covering her nipples and her pussy was decorated with a crescent moon. Hitching her hip she raised her hand to her lips and blew a kiss out into the crowd before turning on her heel and sashayed away from the spotlight. The crowd broke into applause and cheers and remained so until the spotlight dimmed. Taking a deep fortifying breath I made my way to the bar and ordered a vodka tonic. Swallowing deeply I wondered whether I should just leave and avoid the impending car crash of fear and deceit that I just knew would follow. "Hi there Angel, I think you're the sexiest thing I have ever seen and I want to get you naked and fuck like rabbits even though you're also fucking my scum bag husband and part of me wants to smash you into tiny pieces. Drink?". It was a potential mess but my life was so far from perfect that I figured one more (major) complication couldn't hurt. Besides, we had made a connection on line and I was eager to see which version of her was real, the funny chatty online Angel or the sensual goddess on stage. Taking another sip I felt someone slid into the seat next to me and braced myself for the inevitable pass. When it didn't happen I snuck a quick glance towards the newcomer and almost shrieked when I saw her sitting there watching me. "I wondered when you'd turn around. You seemed to be off in your own little world there AB." Inhaling I tried to smile but ended up snorting instead. She laughed and reached out to soothingly rub my upper arm. "Easy there tiger. How many of those have you had?" Blinking I raised one finger before laughing at myself. "Just the one I'm afraid. I did tell you I was scared of everything!" "That you did AB, and I am delighted to see that you are exactly as you described yourself. Well aside from being over a hundred!" She smiled and I felt myself relax. She gestured the bar tender and turned on her stool to face me. Dressed in jeans and a vest she looked a world away from the girl on stage and I felt ridiculously overdressed in my LBD and leather jacket, I had gotten dressed for a date and as I watched her take a pull on her beer I wondered if she was as enamoured with me as I was with her. "So, did you see me dance?" "I did... You are incredible. So... so sexy and powerful. No-one could take their eyes of you." She smiled and shrugged, "It comes with the territory. They're all hoping the pasties will fall off and they'll see something they shouldn't!" "I don't doubt it! Isn't it difficult, dancing up there in front of all these people? Scary?" "Not anymore. The first few times you do it you get scared but now? Not at all. It's hard to see anyone with the light in your face and I don't worry about showing anything, with the amount of glue sticking those pasties on it's a miracle the solvent I use to remove them does the trick. So no AB, it doesn't scare me. I faced that fear years ago. What about you?" "Me?" "Have you signed up for that class yet?" "Oh... no. Not yet. Having seen you, I'm not sure I could ever be brave enough for that." "You don't have to dance in a club honey, you could save it for your lover. Having someone special to dance for is really hot, " She leant forward and I felt her breath fan my cheek, "And you don't need to cover yourself with sequins either." "I... I guess not." She leant back and took another drink, completely composed whilst I shivered in my seat. Tilting her head she watched me as I tried to pull myself together. "Are you okay AB? Did I make you uncomfortable?" "No! No, you didn't at all. I'm just... it's just a bit warm in here and I feel overdressed and out of place and... And I don't know what I'm doing here and you're so... beautiful and together and I just feel stupid!" She smiled, a beaming grin which reached her chocolate eyes and stood up. Draining her beer she picked up her bag and took my hand, "Come on AB, let's go someplace less... here!" I hesitated and she stepped into me, relinquishing my hand and gently cupping my face. She smelt glorious, soap and fruity shampoo and a faint hint of something spicy. Instinctively I rested my hands on her hips and pulled her closer. She giggled and dropped a quick kiss on my mouth, "I was going to say we could go somewhere quieter, maybe get something to eat. No pressure you know. I thought you might be nervous and I wanted to make you comfortable," She glanced down at my hands on her body and winked, "But I can see that's not a problem! Come on baby, there's a nice hotel down the block and I did promise you heaven." Grabbing my purse I practically dragged her out of the club and if she hadn't pulled me into the doorway of a shop I would have been halfway down the street with no clue of my destination. She laughed at my haste but I felt I knew her well enough at this point to know that she wasn't laughing at me, "Slow down baby, there is no need to rush. Come here." Stepping into her arms, I took a deep breath as she wrapped me in her embrace. In my heels I was slightly taller but not enough to cause me to stoop as I kissed her chastely. She tightened her hold and high on nerves and adrenaline I kissed her again, licking into the welcoming warmth of her mouth. She tasted of beer and toothpaste and as she tilted her head to give me better access I groaned. She was so soft beneath my hands, our bodies pressed together as I kissed her, my tongue duelling with hers. Blood rushed in my ears as I cupped her ass and sucked her tongue into my mouth, closing my lips around it. Sighing she pulled her head away and reclaimed her tongue before pushing me back into the door frame and kissing my jaw with ardent intent. Turning my face to give her space I kissed her palm and tasted the salt of her sweat in her skin. She licked up to my ear and kissed the shell causing me to shudder and I took her head in my hands to pull her back to my mouth. She allowed me another moment of tasting her mouth before stepping back, her chest heaving and her eyes bright, "Okay... So definitely not uncomfortable with the situation then baby." Breathing heavily myself I grinned, "Doesn't look like it!" Laughing she took my hand and slowly inserted my index finger into her mouth, her eyes never leaving mine as she sucked my finger, thrusting it gently in and out her mouth. My nipples were hard and every breath caused them to rub against the rigid lace of my bra, the sensation so good that my breathing got heavier and the pleasure-pain cycle continued. I was practically mewling with pleasure as she grazed my knuckle with her teeth and sucked my finger between her lips again. It was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before, the heat in her eyes, the blatant sensuality of what we were doing, all in the dingy doorway of some downtown shop. A few kisses and her sucking my finger and my underwear was soaked, my pussy clenching at thin air as I felt my clit pulse. Uncaring of our location I ran my hand up my thigh and started rubbing myself through my panties, arching my back into the cold hard brick as the cold night air hit my skin. It was crazy, I would never venture into this part of town in the cold light of day yet here I stood, fondling my over heated pussy in front of a virtual stranger as she sucked my finger like it was a cock. My poor brain could barely comprehend the where, so trying to assimilate the who was just too much. In that moment, I decided to fight the fear and just do what felt right for me. All of the bullshit at home, my failing marriage, my cheating husband, my lack of career, it all just melted away and the only emotion I felt was lust. Each pass over my clit ratcheted my libido up a notch and I could feel my arousal trickling down my inner thigh. Still staring at her, I slipped my fingers beneath my knickers and began masturbating in earnest. I rubbed my clit side to side with the my fingertips as the first flares of orgasm began deep in my cunt and still she watched me, her gaze drifting from my pussy to my face and back again. Her nipples were visible through her vest and I imagined how they would felt against my lips. As if she knew she reached up and pinched one through her clothes as she sucked another finger into her mouth and gently bit down. My stomach muscles started to clench and I ground my clit harder, lost in the moment, the sensation. As my orgasm broke, I cried out and the shudders caused my legs to give. In a flash she took me her arms and held me upright, kissing my face as the convulsions shook me. Never had masturbation felt like that before, the strength of it pulsing though my cunt as if I had taken a cock inside me. Gulping in air I shivered as the cool breeze caressed my skin, my body loose and warm as she held me, the reality of what I had done causing a different set of shivers throughout me. She kissed me softly on the mouth, a series of gentle kisses meant to calm not arouse. Her proximity and the sweetness of her touch seemed to set off a new wave of twitches in my pussy, nowhere near as urgent as my orgasm but somehow more intense. Pulling her hips into mine I tried to slip my tongue into her mouth but she tipped her head back and pressed a kiss to my nose. "Baby... that was the most beautiful thing to watch. You are so gorgeous and so passionate and watching you make yourself cum like that. My god, I've never been jealous of another woman before but I wanted it to be me making you cry out like that. I wanted it to be my fingers stroking your creamy pussy, taking you there." We kissed, her words and my arousal heavy in the air. "Angel, I want it to be your hands, I want to feel you inside me. I really want to make you cum..." Seduced By His Mistress Smiling she kissed my neck as my hands stroked her back, "That can most definitely be arranged baby. All of that and much much more. But I think we should talk a little first, " I tensed and she kissed me, stroking my hair from my forehead, "Nothing bad baby, it's not a rejection at all. I promise you that I want you as much as you want me, maybe more. I want to make you cum harder than you just did and I want to lay you naked on the bed and kiss every inch of your beautiful body before I eat your pussy. And I hope that after that, you might want to do the same to me." "I do... I want that now!" "Patience baby, patience. I just want to make sure that this is what you want. I don't want you to have doubts or regrets. If I take you to bed I want to know that it's really what you want and not something you're doing because you don't know how to get out of it. Does that make sense?" I kissed her cheek and smiled, "It makes total sense Angel. But I know what I want and it's you. No regrets, no doubts, no fear. I might not know exactly what I'm doing but I know what I want. I'll regret it if I walk away but not if I stay." "No fear huh? Look at you! I feel proud!" She sucked my lower lip between her teeth and I shivered, "Tonight is just for us baby, giving each other what feels good. No regrets, no embarrassment. Promise me, if something makes you feel uncomfortable tell me and I'll stop. Tell me what you need, what you want and I'll give it to you and I promise to let you have the same opportunity with me. Okay?" I nodded and she smiled, "And no names baby. Names make it real and tonight is about pleasure. Just forget the real world for one night and let's enjoy each other. Everything else can fuck off." We laughed as she took my hand and led me off in the direction of the hotel. She didn't waste any time unzipping my dress and pushing me back onto the bed. I leant back on my elbows and watched her as she removed her vest and jeans with far more sensuality than I could have managed. She smiled at me as she tossed the vest behind her and slowly sashayed towards me. With the feline grace of a cat she crawled onto the mattress until she was laying next to me. She really was stunningly beautiful, her waist length hair was a rich mahogany and looked like silk, her skin was tanned pale gold and although she'd removed most of her stage make up she still had traces of the thick kohl she'd been wearing earlier. It just added to her allure, innocent yet sexy. Still smiling, she ran her fingertips up my stomach and over my bra before softly caressing my lips, stroking my bottom lips with a firm pressure that seemed to match the pulsing in my clit. "Come here baby, I want to kiss you some more." Delighted by the direction this was taking, I shifted until we were facing each other. She placed her hand on my hip and pulled me closer until we were touching from hip to ankle and once she was happy with the placement she nodded at me. "That's better. Now are you comfortable baby?" I nodded and she ran those silken fingertips up my ribs and circled my nipple through my bra. "Excellent. Now we can begin." She leaned in and kissed me. No little chaste pecks for her, she licked my lips until I opened to her which honestly didn't take more than a breath and I felt her exhale on my tongue. Her lips were firm as she kissed me, her hands cupping my breasts through the lace as she hooked her leg over mine. Pressed together I felt her warmth all over me, the softness of her skin so familiar yet so different. She was gentle as she mapped my body with her fingers but not timid, whilst this was new to me there was no doubt in my mind that Angel had done this before. I hoped that I wasn't a disappointment to her and emboldened I began to touch her, initially stroking her back and running my fingers through her hair which really did feel like silk. The old me would have paused to ask what shampoo she used but the new bold me was too turned on by our making out and far too eager to see the breasts she kept covered up at the club. Cupping her breast through her pink cotton bra I felt her nipple hard beneath the fabric and was overcome with the need to touch her breasts. Drawing back from her kiss I sat up and patted the mattress before me. She raised a perfectly arched eyebrow and knelt between my legs, her hands gently placed on her thighs. I couldn't resist and kissed her again, our breasts now pressed against each other. Reaching around I unhooked her bra and pulled it down her arms, releasing her small but beautiful tits to my gaze. For a heartbeat I sat there gazing at the beautiful woman before me patiently waiting for my next move, her pulse visible under her skin. My insecurities rose to the surface and I took a deep breath to stave them off. This was not the time. She tilted her head in silent question and I exhaled. "I'm good" Leaning in to kiss her again, I cupped her breasts and tentatively rubbed her nipples with my thumbs. They were already hard from our kissing but personally I loved nipple play and knew how amazing it felt when mine where pulled and teased out into hard little points. I wanted to see if she would enjoy it too and pinched one of her nipples hard. She moaned into my mouth and I did it again to her other nipple. She obviously loved it. Emboldened I sucked on her tongue and began squeezing her breasts, alternating between pinching her nipples and grazing my fingernails over her raised aureole. Breaking our kiss I was thrilled to see how long her buds where and bent forward to lick one. She hissed at the contact and before I knew what was happening she had unhooked my front clasp and was sucking on my nipple like a newborn. Thanks to my wizard of a surgeon my breasts are a plentiful D cup but I still have full sensitivity. My nipples can get hard in a strong gust of wind and after so much extended foreplay they were already bordering on the edge of pain. She seemed to know exactly how much I could take and she alternated between each breast, kissing and nibbling on me until I was bucking against her mouth and begging for more. Crouched before me I couldn't reach further than her shoulders but I was feeling selfish and her tongue felt too fantastic on my deprived tits to pull back. She seemed to want to consume me and I was more than happy to let her press me back into the mattress as she licked a trail up my cleavage and settled in to kiss me. Now desperate for contact, my hands slid down to her ass and squeezed the firm flesh, trying to pull her closer. Laughing she pulled back and started licking and kissing my neck, a real hot spot for me. Her lips never broke contact with my skin as her breasts pressed into mine. The air seemed to be getting thicker and the smell of female arousal flooded the room, I reached out to cup her ass and this time she let me pull her into me, our panty covered pussies brushing against each other. Still holding her close I couldn't help thrusting up against her, trying to create the friction against my clit that I knew would trigger my orgasm. She laughed again and shifted her leg over mine and began grinding against my thigh. Looking up at her face as she straddled me I was stunned to see the desire in her eyes and felt my cunt clench in satisfaction. I, soon to be divorced wife number 3, was half naked with a sexy as hell burlesque dancer almost half my age and she wanted me. If I couldn't shed my inhibitions now I never would. Shifting up to rest on my elbow I ran my hand down my trembling stomach and into my silken panties, still soaked from earlier. She sat back on her heels and pulled my legs together and up to remove them, her hands stroking my butt and thighs as she drew them agonisingly slowly up my legs. She licked the path they left, her tongue delicate on the undersides on my knees and calves. I held her gaze as she suddenly pulled my ankles apart and pressed my legs back down to the mattress, leaving me completely open and naked to her gaze. She grinned as she took in my freshly waxed pussy and the ardour in her gaze made the wax totally worthwhile. "You are so fucking hot! Your ex is a fucking idiot!" Stepping off the bed she quickly removed her underwear and crawled between my spread thighs, our bodies pressed together. I needed to feel her hands on me but I knew by now that she wanted to take it slow and as she settled down to suck my nipple I decided to let her have her way. It sounds like such a cliché but I'd never felt anything quite as sensual as her body on top of mine. Her skin felt like silk as it brushed against me and her plush lips seemed to know exactly how much pressure and suction I could take. Time seemed to stop as we lay there touching and kissing each other, I had no concept of anything other than my need to give her whatever she wanted. She wanted to kiss me, our breasts pressed against each other, our hard nipples rubbing, I stroked her back repeatedly, luxuriating in the softness beneath my hands. Torn between wanting to pull her closer and take this further and caught in the bliss of her single minded focus on worshipping me I acquiesced to her. We kissed with a passion I hadn't known in years, since my first boyfriend. Back then, kissing was the ultimate goal, we were too naive to know the pleasures we could achieve so we were content to just kiss each other for hours. With my husband, kissing was just something to occupy the few seconds it took to remove my underwear. Now I was all too aware of what my body craved yet I was more than happy to enjoy her lips on mine, her tongue licking at my mouth. She shifted and I felt her wetness against my thigh, her breath quickening at the contact yet she continued her assault of my mouth. I pressed against her and felt her rub herself against me but she wouldn't be hurried. Sucking my nipple into her mouth I shuddered, too aroused to take much more and she fluttered her tongue against my flesh, her mouth now the only point of contact between us. I needed to cum more than I can express and I cupped my breasts in offering but she merely smiled and began licking a delicate trail down my stomach. She laved my belly and dipped her tongue into my belly button as I tried to trap her between my thighs, urging her down to my pussy. She kept eye contact and blew warm breath over the damp path her tongue had taken before retracing back up to my cleavage. I was on the verge of begging her to kiss my clit but something in me knew my patience would be rewarded. Caressing my breasts I teased myself, rubbing my nipples with my finger tips and bucking my hips into thin air. With her body between my thighs I had no purchase but I was so far gone it didn't seem to matter. Each tug on my nipples echoed in my clit and I felt my pussy pulse in anticipation. I had never had an orgasm without direct contact before but as I squeezed my inner muscles I felt my pussy tingle and the familiar waves of pleasure start to ripple through my body. I heard her hiss and almost screamed as she settled between my legs. After all the kissing I expected her to gently kiss my clit but she began licking me immediately. Her hands held my hips as she began her assault on my cunt, licking me in a combination of long flat strokes of her tongue and quick flicks with the tip. She sucked my clit into her mouth and released it before pushing her tongue into my aching pussy, before returning to flutter against my over sensitised clitoris. She kissed into my pussy, stroking inside like she had with my mouth, her soft moans of enjoyment at my flavour echoing in my ears. My fingers flexed in her hair as I pulled her closer, needing to cum more than I needed to breath. "Please Angel... Please... I can't..." She slid her hands up to my breasts and squeezed me hard, pulling my nipples taut between her fingers. Repeatedly she teased me, cupping my tits then pulling back until our only contact was her fingertips on my peaks. Mindless I heard my moans in the air as my hips hitched towards her mouth but each time she moved away leaving me, my dripping pussy humping thin air. "Please!!!!" With a final squeeze of my nipples she covered my cunt with her mouth and sucked me hard. She held my ass as she ate me, her lips sealed over my pussy as I tried to fuck her face. Her tongue lapped my clit, firm and hot, running circles over my flesh as my moans became squeals. I had never been particularly noisy but as she sucked my pussy I couldn't control myself. Every touch of her tongue pushed me higher and over my cries and her moans I could hear the wet suction of her mouth on me. Tension spread through me as she flicked her tongue over my clit with renewed vigour. It was too much and I sobbed as I came on her tongue. My legs locked as the tremors spread through my body and it seemed to last forever, a series of mini explosions as she continued to lick me, gently kissing my pussy lips as she stroked my ass. Boneless I sighed as the tension left my limbs, sated yet still twitching each time her lips made contact with my hyper sensitive clit. She gave me one long lick and slowly crawled up my body, her face damp with my cum. Too satisfied to feel embarrassed I pulled her down and kissed her, tasting myself on her tongue. I wanted to tell her how amazing she was, how hot her going down on had been but I couldn't form the words. Her obvious desire for me and her lavish attention to my body had given me the most intense orgasm of my life and I wanted her to know that. So I did the only thing I could think of, I returned the favour. "My boyfriend would love your tits baby. I'm thinking of getting mine done and yours are perfect. So big and perky and sexy. I wish he could see them, he loves big breasts and he'd cum in his pants if he got to see yours." I hadn't expected to fall asleep in her arms and I really didn't expect her to be there in the morning but as the sun streamed through the curtains we hadn't closed the night before we lay in bed, completely comfortable with each other. I had woken to find her propped up on one elbow watching me and when I pulled her down for a kiss I was stunned as how natural it felt. After she'd gone down on me I had done the same to her, nervously at first then with an enthusiasm I never felt with my husband. Based on the way she shattered under my tongue I'd guess I was a natural. We'd napped for a while and then made love again, my confidence soaring I told her I wanted her to ride my face and she was more than happy to oblige. Fearless I explored her body with a desire I'd never known I had and by the time we finally fell asleep I knew that I had to be with her again. "Yours are gorgeous Angel, please don't do anything you'll regret, especially for a man." "It's not just for him, they'd pay for themselves in tips alone at the club. But knowing how crazy he is about big boobs... well, our sex life is pretty great but if I had tits like yours it would be off the charts!" "Pretty great huh? And what would you rate last night?" "Last night was perfection baby. Absolute perfection. From the minute I saw you in the club I wanted to get you naked but I didn't imagine it would be so incredible. I didn't know how sweet you'd taste on my tongue or how perfect your mouth would feel between my legs. I care about my boyfriend, I might even love him, and I'm kind of old fashioned in so much as I won't fuck another guy while we're together. But as great as his cock is, there are some things a woman does better." "That's not old fashioned at all. Besides what man wouldn't want to know his super hot girlfriend has super hot girlfriends." "Girlfriends? You're the first woman I've been with since we've been together. I flirt a lot at work and online, but you were the first woman in a long time that I've wanted to meet. I'd hoped we'd hit it off and maybe have a few drinks and end up making out somewhere." "You do like kissing, don't you? Not that I'm complaining, I love your mouth on my anywhere you want to put it!" "I love kissing, and kissing woman, and kissing you. That's as great as sex." I raised an eyebrow and lazily thrust a finger inside of her, "Okay, so it's almost as great. Guys like kissing too, but only up to a point. A few minutes and then they want to fuck you. Last night, last night was exactly what I've always dreamed of with a lover. Aaaah... it was perfect." I bent to kiss her breasts as my thumb rubbed circles on her clit, I couldn't explain it but I just couldn't stop touching her. Despite knowing that her boyfriend was almost certainly my husband my desire for her grew and instead of being pissed that she was fucking him I felt more jealous of him getting to have sex with her in ways I couldn't. "It was unlike anything else. I wouldn't say I'm sworn off men but you are by far the best lover I've ever had. I didn't know I could cum like that..." "So you still love cock?" "I think cock has its place in sex, that's for sure." She laughed and gripped my wrist, holding me in place as she thrust onto my fingers. The smile slid off her face as I scissored my fingers inside of her and grazed her hard nipple with my teeth and as I felt the raised skin of her G spot and started rubbing she hissed. "Maybe next time... we can bring some toys along. Oh god baby... I could suck on your hot little clit as I fuck your pussy with one of them. Oh yeah, I'm gonna cum if you keep doing that!." I increased the pressure of my fingers and licked a path up her neck to suck on her earlobe. Like I said, I was a natural. She shook beneath me as she came in a gush on my hand, and as I licked her juice off of my fingers she giggled, "Maybe next time I can fuck you from behind with a strap on... yeah, I'll fuck you with my plastic cock and squeeze your tits... or maybe I'll bring clamps and see if I can make you cum without touching your pussy." "So there's going to be a next time? For real?" "Are you kidding me? If I could I'd stay here for the weekend and just lick your pussy." I raised my eyebrow and rolled her onto her back, straddling her hips as I began massaging her breasts. Her eyes closed as she thrust up into my palms and there was no place else I wanted to be. I didn't want to break the atmosphere but underneath the lust and endorphins there were still questions in my head and whilst it didn't seem as important as it had the night before I still had to ask. "What about your man?" "He doesn't own me. We don't see each other every night anyways with my work at the club and his business. I'll tell him about you." "And he'll be okay with that?" "Probably not at first, but he knew when we met that I liked women. I've never lied to him about that." Oh Angel, I bet you didn't but I'm sure he's been lying to you. "I bet he thinks it's hot. Lucky guy has a super hot dancer girlfriend who likes women, what's not to love. Show me a straight man who doesn't dream about having a threesome and I'll show you a liar!" "Too right. The first time we really fucked was after I'd told him about my first time with a woman. Up until then it was been great, but sweet, soft bed sex you know? That night he pinned me to the wall of his flat and just nailed me like an animal." "So he'll really love hearing about last night?" "Probably. But I'm not sure I want him to know the details. Last night was ours, not really boner inspiration for him. It's just different... With men it's fucking, hard animal sex. With women, it can still be hard but I always think of it as making love. I must sound really strange but it's like two totally different experiences even though, hopefully they both end with an orgasm."