5 comments/ 59471 views/ 21 favorites An Indian Wife Ch. 01 By: UpskirtMan89 Priya had started her new job three months ago. She was the outgoing sort, and she made friends quickly, so by the time the invites were sent round the office to attend the party Sarah was throwing, she was firmly in line to receive one. There was a problem however. Raj. Her husband, while hardly a prude, was not particularly fond of this sort of thing, and the emails that had been sent around had painted a very vivid picture of just what she could expect. She got along great with her new work friends however, and was keen to dip her toes into a social setting with them. Bringing Raj along though would mean that she wouldn't be able to let her hair down fully. She'd worry about making sure he had a good time, and end up babysitting him. Sarah and the girls were eager to meet him. How could she arrange this so she could have her cake and eat it? She mentioned it to Raj the following day, dropping it neatly into a conversation, and she had to hide a smile when he announced that actually, there was a big game on the TV that he was looking forward to catching. She had her excuse, and she was damned well grasping it with both hands and not letting go! The following Saturday arrived, and she surprised herself by just how much she was looking forward to it. Whilst coming from a very traditional Indian family, Priya had always been something of a social butterfly, living the sort of life that any young woman who like a good time lived in her late teens and early twenties. That had changed since she became married however. She was happy with her lot, though she often reminisced about some of the scrapes she used to get herself into. Tonight was a chance to roll back the years, without going crazy of course. Scanning her extensive wardrobe, she decided on a navy blue evening dress with a high neckline and matched them with a pair of four inch black heels. She appraised herself in the mirror, pleased with how the dress showed off her slim figure, whilst exuding an air of class. Half an hour later, she was stepping into Sarah's apartment, feeling a nervous excitement and clutching a bottle of white wine. She was met by Sarah, who was already looking a little on the tipsy side, and after she managed to wrench herself free of Sarah's hug, she was introduced to her fiancee, Steve. The dignitaries were done, and she waltzed through into the kitchen to fill herself a glass of the white she brought along. Suddenly she was the centre of attention, fending off inquiries as to where Raj was, whilst graciously accepting compliments on her dress. ------------- Mark had known Sarah for about three years now. Mark had gone to university with Mel, a work friend of Sarah's. It was a natural progression that they started to move in the same social circles. He was aware that there was a certain amount of attraction towards him from Sarah - they had shared a couple of drunken kisses in the past that they had later agreed meant nothing - but she was so friendly and down to earth, that they were able to carry on what was a warm friendship. There was never any awkwardness with her, and he liked that, so he was more than happy to attend when the invite came his way. He even allowed himself a small smile of satisfaction that his presence would piss Steve off. So here he was, stood in Sarah's apartment with a few of the guys that he was by now good friends with. He was dressed in a smart grey t-shirt with chinos and pumps, grasping his third beer of the night, passing the time talking about football, which was often the way these things started out until everyone started getting steadily louder and more drunk. He was talking with Paul and Joe when an Indian girl walked across his field of vision, to begin chatting with the girls from the office. He nudged Paul, nodding in her direction. 'Who's that? The Indian girl.' Paul rolled his eyes. 'Already? It's not even ten o'clock! Can you just give it a rest for another hour?' Mark returned his question with a grin. 'It's a perfectly innocent question, and I know you know who she is, so out with it!' Paul relented. 'Ok, all I know is that she's called Priya, she's the new girl in the office.' A smug grin then spread across Paul's face. 'And she's very, very married.' Mark just smirked back. 'Red rag to a bull my friend.' Despite the warnings ringing in his ears as he turned in Priya's direction, meeting her eyes and letting just a hint of a smile show, before turning back to the guys, he couldn't help himself. He lived the bachelor's life, and he lived it well. He wasn't ready to settle down. He was in his prime at 29. Old enough to know the inner workings of a woman's mind, and boasting the experience to back it up once things escalated. Or so he told himself. He knew he was attractive as well, and used it to his advantage well and often. Some people would call him arrogant, but those people could fuck off. He was all about having a good time and so what if a few people got hurt along the way. The two guys were voicing warnings again, though he could tell they wanted to see if he could pull it off. He was weighing up the timing, smiling back at them, whilst running the tip of his tongue along the bottom of his front teeth. 'Give me 15 minutes,' he said, finishing the remainder of his beer and turning to stride over. ------------- Priya had noticed the blond guy across the room throwing the odd look her way. He thought he was being discreet. Priya had been on the receiving end of this enough times to know exactly what he was about. Whilst she allowed herself to admit he was attractive, and once upon a time she might have invited his attention, her wedding ring was there blazing like a beacon around her finger. A reminder to any potential suitors not to waste their time. And a reminder to herself that she had responsibilities now and that her wild days were over. She was used to the attention. She was often told how attractive she was and she worked hard to keep her toned, slim figure in shape. She was happy with the way she looked. She was good looking, it was as simple as that. Whilst she didn't consider herself to be supermodel material, she knew that she was capable of turning heads. She liked to keep things understated however. She didn't flaunt herself, and always dressed in a respectable, classy manner. She did have a weakness though. Heels. She couldn't get enough of them, and was the proud owner of well over 50 pairs. She wasn't the only one who had noticed the looks coming from over the other side of the room, and she had quickly found out that whilst this Mark character was a nice guy, he was also a player. Priya tried not to smile as she saw a mixture of regret and desire in the eyes of a couple of the girls present. She just laughed of the attention though, telling them that whilst he may be cute, she had dealt with this sort of thing dozens of times before. She did surprise herself though, at the moment she realised he'd just fixed her with a look and was making his way over, by feeling a hint of butterflies in her stomach. ------------- Mark strode confidently into the circle of girls, eyes always on Priya as Sarah leaned up to kiss his cheek. He slid an arm around her lower back and whispered something Priya couldn't make out. He fixed her with a look and smiled. 'I don't believe we've met. I'm Mark,' he said holding out a hand. Priya accepted with a non-committal smile and a slight nod of the head. 'I'm Priya. Nice to meet you.' 'So you work with this bunch huh? New girl. I hope they're looking after you.' Priya found herself giggling. Giggling! 'Oh they behave themselves most of the time. So how do you know everyone here?' Mark still hadn't stopped smiling at her, as though he was sizing her up as prey. Maybe he was! 'Oh Sarah's a friend of a friend. Or she was. We're best buddies now, right?' he said putting an arm around Sarah and pulling her into him playfully, not noticing the hint of a lust filled glance that Sarah cast upon him. Those eyes looked as though they knew far too much, and it didn't help that she was enjoying looking into them. 'So this is the first one of Sarah's infamous parties that you've been to I guess.' Priya nodded, finishing her wine, which she realised she'd drunk far too quickly. 'Oh, yes. So far so good. Why infamous though?' Mark laughed 'Oh you'll find out soon enough. But for now, let's just say the hostess and wine don't mix well,' he said with a laugh at Sarah who nudged him in the ribs with a rueful smile of her own. 'Ignore him Priya. He's always on the wind up. Honestly, I don't know why I put up with him!' Priya smiled. She knew just why Sarah put up with him. It was obvious. It was also understandable. It was at this point that Priya noticed over Mark's shoulder that the guys he was stood with before were talking among themselves rather excitedly and looking over. 'So what's got your friends in a lather?' she asked Mark. He looked over his shoulder, firing the guys a bit of a warning look, before turning back to Priya. 'Them? Ah, well. They may have challenged me just before I walked over here,' he said, playing on this woman's apparent need to know everything. And she duly delivered. 'Oh? And what was this challenge all about?' 'You really want to know?' 'Well I did ask.' He blew out his cheeks. 'Ok, don't be mad. I'm not interested in taking up their offer ok? I'm not that sort of guy. But, the challenge was to get a kiss from you. A proper one,' he added, emphasising the word 'proper'. She was taken aback. How could he be so forward? She really didn't know what to think about that. There was one question playing on her mind though. 'And why wouldn't you be interested? Something wrong with me?' Now it was Mark's turn to be on the back foot. She'd caught him off guard. Good. 'Haha, nothing at all, trust me,' he replied, as she noticed his eyes run an appraising glance down her body and then back up again. Sarah, who was listening in on the exchange, rested an arm on Mark's shoulder, looking up into his eyes. 'Not like you to pass up on a challenge Mister.' He shot her a look back, smiling. 'Hey, behave! You'll be giving Priya the wrong impression about me!' She could't help but laugh. She knew exactly what sort of guy he was. His protestations to the contrary were pretty amusing however. Sarah, with a grin as mischevious as Priya could recall seeing, looked up at him, then cross at her, then back up at Mark. 'You want to kiss her?' Mark laughed, then smiled across at Priya. 'Well I wouldn't say 'No', but....' Priya then felt the need to jump in 'But, I'm kind of married,' she said raising up her left hand and flashing her wedding ring in front of the pair of them. To her surprise, Sarah just laughed. 'Oh Priya. It's just a kiss. It doesn't mean anything. Look, I wouldn't want Steve finding out about it of course, but it's not a big thing. It's not even, like, emotionally charged or anything like that. It's just a bit of messing around at a party. Watch.' She then proceeded to look over her shoulder, and when convinced that Steve wasn't in the vicinity, she planted her lips onto Mark's for three or four seconds before breaking away with a smile. 'See. Just a bit of fun. Nothing more. Nobody got hurt.' Priya wasn't convinced. Maybe her group of friends was different, but there, kissing another guy was out of bounds. Not that it had stopped her in the past, before she was married. In fact she'd actively enjoyed that sort of thing. She'd made a vow to Raj though. She'd also made a vow to herself that she couldn't live like that any longer, that she needed to be totally committed. Warring inside her though was the fact that she was desperate to be accepted in her work circle of friends. Sarah seemed to be the centre of attention all the time, and if she could prover herself to Sarah, then perhaps that would be the final step. Besides, Sarah had just done that with her fiancee in the next room. Maybe there was an element of truth to what she said. It was hardly like there was going to be any follow up to this. It was just a stupid dare. She could handle it. It was just a quick kiss. With this gorgeous bloke stood opposite her. He was moving towards her. How did he know? She could see Sarah out of the corner of her eye, looking on with open mouthed excitement. Then all that was in her field of vision was Mark. He was saying something. What was it? She didn't care. Her arms were around his neck. How had she found herself in this situation? In didn't matter. His lips grazed hers and she could feel him smile as she closed her eyes and pushed her lips tentatively back on to his, feeling that satisfying tingle between her thighs. She felt his tongue flick out against her upper lip. God he was good at this. His hands on her hips felt so right, and she didn't protest at all as his tongue pushed into her mouth, her breathing quickening against his face as their tongues entwined and she immersed herself in this most wondrous of kisses. It felt like no time at all had passed when he broke it off and laid his forehead against hers, she could make out the words 'You ok down there?' All she could do was try to regain her breath, and nod. 'Uh huh.' She had no idea that fully two minutes had passed, and she let go of him with a smile, to find all the girls looking totally astonished. 'What? It was just a kiss! Nobody got hurt, remember?' She knew she was on flimsy ground, but that was her justification and she was sticking to it. Sarah looked elated though. It appeared she had just made a new best friend. ------------ Mark was grinning down at Priya, who had the decency to look abashed. He knew it was just a matter of time before his perfect plan was fulfilled and this Indian beauty was thrashing around on his shaft in one of the rooms upstairs. He was already speculating on how she would look naked. He leaned down to whisper in her ear. 'I think you could do with a top up there. How about we go and get you a drink and continue this conversation elsewhere?' He wasn't expecting the reply he received, as she let out a low laugh. She was perfectly nice about it, and also perfectly firm, as she told him 'The challenge was just a kiss. That's all you're getting. I'm a married woman!' He was about to open his mouth to protest, but a look from her and he knew it was useless. Instead, he just smiled and nodded, returning to his friends. Well, both parties could play hard to get. -------------- She let out a slow, relieved breath as Mark turned away. That was so, so close. She was on the edge of agreeing to 'get a drink' with him. One thing was clear to her. She would love to have sex with that man. She knew she couldn't though. It would potentially ruin lives, and she couldn't do that to Raj. Or herself. Not to mention how her family would react if they ever found out! She was doing everything she could not to look at him now as she fended off questions and comments from all angles, reiterating that it was just a bit of fun, and it meant nothing. She later admitted to Sarah that she'd enjoyed the kiss, but throughout that conversation she found another reason to steer clear of Mark. It was obvious to her that Sarah wanted him. Badly. She didn't press the issue, but after several glasses of wine, Sarah wasn't doing a great job of hiding the issue. The rest of the evening passed without issue. She was expecting Mark to return to try his luck again at some point, but it never materialised, and she resented herself for feeling disappointment at this. Feelings were feelings though, and it was done now, and it was probably for the best that he never made his way back across as far as she was concerned. She was pretty tipsy by the end of the night, which was always dangerous. She kissed the girls goodnight, with a drunken, giggling promise to Sarah that she wouldn't say anything for the same promise in reply. She was out. She was in a taxi, and then she was home. She shut the door behind her and leaned against it, looking at the ceiling and smiling. What had she just done! Why was she mooning over this guy like a silly schoolgirl? She told herself that it was harmless fun once again, but she couldn't stop thinking about him, how he would feel inside her. She put her bag down, listening for movement from upstairs, and when she was convinced the coast was clear, she pulled her dress up to her waist and plunged a hand into her knickers, pushing between her folds to find a moist clit, working it over and over, fingering herself to an incredible orgasm, her knees weakening as she pictured herself underneath Mark. She righted her dress and strode up the stairs, satisfied that it had been an evening to remember. ------------- Mark watched Priya leave the party. He smiled to himself as she left and flicked a glance his way. A whole new challenge had been laid down. The chase was on. He was happy to play the long game. If one thing was certain, it was that he would bump into her again. An Indian Wife Ch. 02 Six weeks had passed since Sarah's party. Priya had indeed thought about that evening, and she was sticking to her justification that kissing Mark was just harmless fun, even if she had enjoyed it far too much. It hadn't gone further than a kiss. A kiss that was essentially a dare. Her conscience was clear. More or less. It was certainly something she could live with, and enough time had passed for it to be consigned to history. Besides, nothing bad had come of it. Her marriage had been unaffected, she thought, and it had certainly endeared her to the girls at work. It happened that another social event was on the cards on the coming weekend. This time it was just a girls' night out however, no guys allowed! She was looking forward to it immensely, and had already picked out a tight fitting backless beige dress and matching heels from her extensive wardrobe. She enjoyed these nights that presented an opportunity to let her hair down, serving as a release from married life. Not that it was all boring, but still. ---------------------- Since Sarah's party, Mark had been enjoying life as usual. Girls came and went, and Priya was among that list. There was something about here though. Unfinished business maybe? She had turned him down when he tried to take things beyond just kissing, and that was rare. Almost unheard of in fact. He had proved he wasn't losing his touch since then. A couple of times in fact. He'd organised a night out on the town with the guys this weekend. There was a night out on the town with the guys most weekends in fact. This was just another excuse to bring home another proverbial notch on the bedpost. ---------------------- The weekend arrived, and Priya kissed Raj goodbye, telling him that she'd ring when she wanted picking up, before jumping into a cab with Sarah and a couple of the other girls. It was a long time since she'd been out on the town properly. They were planning a trip round some bars, before finally hitting a club in the early hours of the morning. A proper night out. The early part of the evening lived up to all expectations, as they laughed and gossiped and drank. Priya felt she was developing a real bond with Sarah. They were slowly but surely becoming good friends. She was such a contrast to Raj, and it felt so good to be able to let loose and talk and chat about things that were perhaps considered taboo at home. The prospect of a great night ahead was certainly on the cards as they tottered out of the last bar, certainly on their way to feeling tipsy, and onwards to the club. ----------------------- Mark and the guys had been at a house party for a couple of hours before making a quick stop at a local bar, and then heading straight to the club. Several shots had been seen off, and it was the time of night where they started to pay serious consideration to identifying potential targets. There had been a discussion about the group of girls on the edge of the dance floor. They were certainly interested, if the glances that were coming back at them were anything to go by, and there was a blonde there that Mark had decided would look most impressive with his dick inside her. It was as the guys were about to make their approach that Mark felt two hand on his shoulders and a high pitched squeal. 'Marky!!!' He turned to see Sarah grinning up at him like a Cheshire Cat, looking decidedly drunk, before she wrapped her arms tight around him. He put his arms around her, laughing, as he spotted her over Sarah's shoulder. The Indian girl. Priya. She was here! She was fucking here! He pulled his gaze away from here, lavishing attention on Sarah. He glanced down at her, deliberately at her chest. 'Well don't you look special tonight?' he remarked, earning him a big smile and a better view of Sarah's cleavage as she pushed her chest out. -------------------------- Priya strode into the club laughing along with Kelly, enjoying the looks that were coming her way, putting that extra sway into her walk. She heard Sarah screeching, and she froze. It was him. Shit. This could be bad, really bad. She tried to think on the spot as to how to deal with this, but nothing came to her. She just froze. He was looking over. She quickly averted her gaze, but not quick enough to notice him doing the same. She couldn't help herself. She was looking out of the corner of her eye, and could see the attention Mark was lavishing on Sarah. She hated herself for it, but there was no mistaking the feeling inside herself for anything other than a pang of jealousy. He had no right to make her feel like this. She was in control though. Tipsy, for sure, but in control, and she could push away the way she felt, ignore it. She went to the bar with Kelly and grabbed a strong drink before following the rest of the group to a nearby table with a bench along either side. She shuffled in, facing Kelly, and was about to start gossiping, happy that Mark was elsewhere, when he appeared with a half smile, having engineered a spot right next to her. He let himself down onto the bench, his thigh pressing against hers, as he turned 'Well fancy seeing you here,' he mused with a smirk. She gave him a polite smile before his attention was once again, somewhat obviously, returned to Sarah, and her chest. She was a little uncomfortable in this situation. She was sat right next to a guy that she really fancied, but didn't want to fancy, and to add insult to injury, he was doing a great job of making her jealous. This was her job! There was only one thing for it. She concentrated on her conversation with Kelly and on sipping her drink. ---------------------------- She was on the verge of finishing her drink, when Sarah started talking to Kelly. The was the cue for Mark to turn his attention on her, with that damned smile. 'So, Indian girl. Long time.' She didn't want to just fall at his feet. Well she did, sort of, but she wouldn't. 'Ten out of ten for observation,' she said dryly. That would teach him. 'Haha. Good to see your line in sarcasm hasn't gone anywhere in that time. How've you been anyway? Miss me?' She feigned a swooning look. 'Oh I've been pining every single day for you to come and sweep me off my feet.' He laughed harder 'Well I was tempted, but I figured I'd bide my time.' 'Bide your time? For what, exactly?' 'Well, for a follow up examination of your kissing ability, of course.' She couldn't help but laugh. 'Oh that was definitely a one-off. A bit of harmless fun, remember?' 'No, I don't remember. Why don't you remind me?' He was looking right into her eyes now. And she liked it. She liked it far too much. This was dangerous. She knew it was time to walk away. 'Oh you'll have to do better than that,' she said, throwing in her best smile for good measure. He laid a hand on her hip, leaning in and lowering his voice as he spoke into her ear. 'You know as well as I do just how good that kiss was. And you're just as intrigued as I am to see if it can be that good again.' Damn him! Guys weren't supposed to be this intuitive! She reached down to push his hand away, but found herself allowing him to entwine her fingers in his as he moved to kiss her neck. It was at that point she saw Sarah and Kelly pretending not to look and she hastily recovered her senses and pushed Mark away. 'Easy tiger,' she said with a smile that she knew held the promise of the resumption of this conversation later. She turned and almost scurried off to the bar to top up her drink. She knew that if Sarah and Kelly hadn't been so obvious about not noticing her, Mark's tongue would be swirling around her mouth right now. That brought a smile to her face that kicked off another bout of self-loathing. ----------------------------- When she returned, she had to fend of a few probing questions from Sarah, who hinted rather strongly that she thought it was for Priya to let her hair down and have some fun with Mark. Priya remained unconvinced that this was wise advice, as much as she longed to heed it. The subject of all this was nowhere to be seen, and Sarah informed Priya that most of the group had decided to hit the dancefloor, holding out her hand for Priya, intimating that they should join the rest. Priya didn't hesitate. Even if she knew that a trip to a dark dancefloor with Mark wasn't the best idea, she couldn't help herself, finding herself compelled to flirt with danger. She felt in control of the situation though, and as long as she stayed with the girls, nothing was likely to happen. She spotted Mark and his friends, who were doing a good job of luring Kelly into their trap. Priya rolled her eyes and joined the rest of the girls, smiling as they opened up the group to make room for her and Sarah to dance. She felt like she had been fully accepted into the group now, and she had no hesitation in dancing and laughing with them, playing things down when she was told how lucky she was that Mark had taken an interest in her. She did remind them that she was married, but there seemed to be an attitude that it was acceptable to have a bit off fun on the side. Not many of them were married though, so Priya put that down to the fact that perhaps they couldn't really relate. She was dancing away happily when she received a nudge in her ribs, and looked up to see Mark crooking his finger at her, beckoning her over. She laughed and stuck her tongue out at him, refusing to give in to his demands. She received another nudge though, and a gentle encouraging push to go over to him. She had no choice, or so she told herself, and there she was, standing in front of him as he smiled down at her. 'Turns out you know how to move,' he said, holding out a hand. 'Thought I might give you a go.' Priya laughed. 'Give me a go? What do you think this is? An audition?' Mark just smiled. 'Something like that, now come here,' he said, taking her hand and pulling her close. 'I'm not one to do as I'm told all the time you know,' she told him, playfully putting her heel into his foot to emphasise her point. 'Oh I know that, I was just seeing what I could get away with. It's kind of fun, pushing the boundaries, no?' He started to move with her, one hand around her, on the small of her back. She laughed. 'Oh I see where you're going with this. Nice try, and while this is fun, that's how it stays ok?' He shrugged, hand creeping down to the top of her bum. 'Hey, I'm having fun. I had fun when I kissed you. That's all it was. Fun. Right?' 'Well yes, but.... But that was... Well, you know, I don't think I really should have done it.' 'Perhaps not. But it's hardly like you're going to get caught is it? And it's so long since I kissed you, I can't remember if you were an 8 or an 8.5.' Priya gasped. 'What? You know as well as I do that I'm a 10!' Mark grinned at her 'Oh, I must be thinking of someone else then!' 'Oh, I'm just another member of your harem am I?' 'Well you will be once we've had sex.' 'Haha. There's no way I'm having sex with you.' 'Of course not. But you might kiss me,' he said, pressing his forehead against hers, as she wrapped her arms around his neck, looking up into his eyes. 'I might,' was all she could force from her lips, before they were pressing against Mark's. There was no teasing this time, and it was mere seconds before her tongue was twirling around his, her breaths quickening as the sweet tingle between her thighs intensified. She felt his hand making its way up along her side, aiming for her chest, and she reached out an arm to gently stop its advance. A slight increase in pressure though, and she relented, throwing her head back and moaning as she allowed him to cup a breast through her dress, making room for him to go to work on her neck, planting firm kisses, moving up to her ear. 'You still sure about that no sex policy?'. The truth was, she wasn't sure at all. She could feel him hardening against her stomach, and she could tell it was impressive. She wanted it. Every bone in her body was telling her that she wanted him inside her. But she was married. It took all her resolve to place her hands on his chest, take a step back, and say 'I can't, sorry.' With that she turned and strode for the door to get some air. ------------------------- Taking a deep breath as she exited the club, she leaned against the wall, trying to clear her thoughts. What was this guy doing to her? He had no right! The world was spinning slightly as he appeared next to her. He loomed over her, taking her chin in his hand and raising her face, eyes meeting hers. 'You ok?' he asked, showing what she took for genuine concern. She nodded silently, looking away from him. She had no idea what to say to him at that moment. His hands fell, to entwine with hers. 'Hey, I'm not trying to force you into anything. I thought we were just having some fun.' 'It is fun... But I'm married. I can't do this any more,' Priya replied, only half convincingly. He was moving closer, his face only inches from hers. 'As much as you'd like to,' he said, that knowing grin reappearing. 'Yes, you bastard,' she said, weakly slapping his chest, half a smile on her face. All resistance quickly faded as he closed the last couple of inches between them, his lips locking around hers, tongue darting into his mouth. His hands went to the bare skin of her back, sliding down the back of the hole in her dress. She knew it was going to far, that she should say something, but she didn't, as his hands ran over the waistband of her thong and caressed the top of her bum cheeks. This felt so wrong, but it was turning her on more than she dared admit. Her phone rang. It was Raj, she realised as she fished it out of her bag. Fuck. She pushed Mark away and answered it, saying she was ready to be picked up. As she relayed where she was to Raj, she felt Mark's hands on her hip, pulling her into him as he stood behind her. Her knees weakened as she felt silent kisses landing on her neck, his hands working upwards to almost touch her boobs through her dress. She quickly made her excuses to Raj, hanging up and wheeling to face Mark, eyes blazing. 'What the fuck do you think you're playing at. You just don't care do you? I could have been busted!' His answering smile was infuriating. The way he slipped an arm around her and pulled her close. 'No. And I think you like it,' he said, following it up with another kiss. 'How long do you have?' he whispered. 'About 20 minutes. Why?' His hand clasped hers as he lead her away. It wasn't long before she realised his destination was the alley next to the club. She only hesitated momentarily before allowing herself to be guided in. She was going to fuck him. She was actually going to allow this to happen. She knew in her mind with certainty that this was the case. He turned, pushing her against the wall, smiling in the darkness as he started to kiss her, gradually harder, until both of them were breathing heavily. She felt his hand go to the hem of her dress, starting to ease upwards. She had no qualms about standing her legs wider to allow him further access. She longed for that touch now, and closed her eyes and moaned as it arrived, his fingers on the crotch of her thong. She felt his lips curve into a smile as he kissed her, as her thong was slipped to the side and it was revealed just how wet he'd made her. His fingers sinking between the folds of her pussy - the feeling was simply mindblowing, as she moaned into his mouth. She reached down to fumble at his jeans, eventually releasing the belt buckle and button fly. Reaching in, she wrapped a hand around his shaft, eyes widening in surprise at the size. Just when she thought this couldn't get any better... He pulled his cock out, still kissing her, and guided it to her pussy, she could feel the head rubbing up and down her slit as he gyrated against her. 'Condom... I don't... have... one,' she said, muffled between kisses. 'Do you.... oh FUCK!' she gasped as he entered her, pulling her leg around his waist. God that was thick. All thoughts of condoms were forgotten as her pussy stretched to accommodate this perfect dick. She growled a low moan as she thrust her hips back at his, taking almost the whole shaft, his cock hitting places that her husband couldn't reach. She came within two minutes of frantic fucking, her moans filling the alley as she climaxed in a way she was pretty sure she'd never experienced before. She didn't have the presence of mind to tell Mark not to cum inside her, and seconds later he buried his face in her neck as he shot thick ropes of sperm up into her. They shared a look that said 'Yes that was just as good for me,' before he slipped out of her and kissed her softly. 'That was incredible,' he whispered, and she had to admit he was right. She was glad she had pleased him so, though she could feel the pang of guilt as she righted her knickers, and her dress. 'I'll see you around,' she blurted out, before making a sharp exit from the alley to wait for Raj. ------------------------- The self-loathing had started by the time she entered the car, a thick load of cum leaking into her thong as she sat next to her husband. She spent most of the journey hoping that he couldn't smell the sex on her, that he didn't realise anything was wrong. Under the circumstances, she thought she did a pretty good job of covering things up, as she exited the car and went back to her home. She lay awake for hours that night. She allowed that she had just experienced possibly the best sex of her life, and Mark was everything she wanted in a sexual partner. One thought would not budge from her mind though. She had just cheated on her husband. What had she done?