24 comments/ 100671 views/ 23 favorites Mommy's Night Out By: AnnHoytRedlass The hot water cascading over her naked body was incredibly relaxing. She had been showering for a while now and knew her family was probably wondering what was taking her so long or at least where she was. Taking care of two kids all day, keeping them safe, fed, and entertained was no small task. By the end of the day, when Jake came home from work, she was exhausted and ready to go to bed only to repeat the process, doing it all over again the next day. Her saving grace was the hour or so she got to herself when Jake came home. Some days she napped, some days she went out for a walk, but today she chose to spend the time taking a hot shower. She had big plans for this evening and needed to make the proper preparations. Jake was an exceptional husband. He was a hard worker and often spent long hours at his office, but still came home every night to cook dinner and keep their kids entertained so she could get a much needed break. This was one of those breaks and she was enjoying every minute of her time alone. She lathered her legs with moisturizing shaving cream before slowly sliding her razor up one leg at a time, delicately scraping her fine hairs away. When she had removed the hairs to her satisfaction, she rinsed off the remaining cream, checking her legs thoroughly for spots she might have missed. Propping one leg up on the edge of the bathtub, Vivian sprayed a large blob of shaving cream into her hand before coating her ample bush with a rich lather. It had been ages since she last shaved, it had been ages since she had the time to shave, and it had been ages since she actually had a reason to shave. With two young children, Jake's hectic work schedule, and the busyness of life in general, their love life had taken a back seat and admittedly, it had been a long time since she or Jake had taken a good look at her pussy. Starting on the outside edges of her bikini line, Vivian slowly chipped away at her overgrown bush, taming the wild beast it had become, one smooth stroke of the blade at a time. Gradually, it came to resemble its former glory, but instead of stopping, she found herself compelled to whittle her remaining pubic hair down further. She carefully shaved around her vulnerable, sensitive, lips and made sure to dip the razor lower, catching any stray hairs that may have sprouted between the cheeks of her bottom. Rinsing the hair and soap off, she marveled at how cute and clean she looked between her legs. She shaved the sides and outer lips bare, leaving only a tiny, thin, landing strip of light brown tuft. She languished in the liquid massage of the shower for a few more minutes, wishing she could stay longer, but already feeling guilty about leaving Jake to watch the kids while he was trying to prepare their dinner. She had just turned the water off and was about to step out of the shower when she heard it. "Mommy, I need to use the bathroom," she could hear her youngest child whine through the closed door. Grabbing a towel from the rack, her body still dripping, she looked into the mirror quickly patting her body dry before wrapping the towel around her and opening the door to the bathroom. Her daughter Josephina was lying on her back in front of the door, legs spread with her hands cupped between her legs and looked like she was going to burst into tears at any moment. "Josie, what's wrong? What are you doing?" Vivian asked, trying to not to let Josie see her smile. "I have to go potty mommy," she whined. "I didn't think you were coming out." "Okay, well I'm out now, so you can go now if you want. Josie, you know we have another bathroom downstairs too." Vivian dodged out of the way as her daughter quickly got up, ran into the bathroom, pulled her pants and underwear off and promptly began peeing with the door open much to her obvious relief. Vivian laughed, shaking her head. "Do you feel better now?" Josie shook her head yes, clearly relieved to finally empty her little bladder. Vivian turned, walking down the hallway of the second floor of their home to her and Jake's bedroom. Entering the room, she shut the door to prevent any unwanted intrusions and began to dress herself for what she hopped would be a memorable evening out. Jake had suggested she take some time off from the kids and get out of the house earlier in the week, when it was clear that having so little time to herself was really beginning to take its toll on her. She needed a break, plain and simple. Jake told her he would take care of everything, making all the arrangements necessary to ensure that she would be able to have a fun night off, a night to relax, a night for herself. She was surprised when the very next night, Jake informed her that everything was set and that on Friday night she was free to do whatever her heart desired. Initially, Vivian had no idea what she would do with this precious time Jake had given her. In fact, to be honest, she was far too preoccupied with making sure Jake had actually "taken care of things" like he said he had. A bit of a control freak, she needed to be satisfied that he had planned accordingly and that she wouldn't be leaving the house in a state of chaos. Otherwise, this whole night out idea would be a complete waste of time. Instead of enjoying herself and her time away, she would be spending her precious time wondering what was going on at home, which was by far the last thing she wanted to be doing. When she told Jake what her plans for her evening away were, he simply raised his eyebrows asking her, "Are you sure that's what you want to do with your night out?" "Jake, I just need a night where I am not 'Mommy.' No kids, no responsibilities, no you. I need a night where I can just be someone else. Like a vacation from myself." Between chauffeuring their kids to their friends' houses, soccer and football practices, and helping them with seemingly never ending homework assignments, Vivian and her husband Jake had little time for themselves and less time for each other. With the exceptional bumping into friends at the store or one of her children's sporting events, she could go a whole week sometimes without hearing her own name, she had begun feeling like she was losing herself, like she wasn't Vivian anymore and that from now on she would simply be known, forevermore, as "Mommy". Jake could tell she had already made up her mind and nothing was going to change it. "Alright, if that's what you want, just let me know what you need me to do," he said when it was clear to him that nothing he would say could change her mind. This would be good for her, good for Jake, and good for their family overall, Vivian thought. Before stepping into the shower, Vivian had laid out her attire for this evening in their bedroom. She knew Jake and her kids would be far too busy downstairs to come up and notice the unusually sensual items spread across her bed. A sexy black dress was draped across their king size bed providing a stark contrast with the rich burgundy patterned bedding. To the right of the dress, Vivian had laid out the newly purchased expensive lingerie she bought during her brief break when Jake came home yesterday. When she went shopping to find something appropriate for tonight, Vivian tried on a variety of sexy garments including baby dolls, matching bra and panties sets, sexy nighties and some bustiers. Trying on lingerie was always an exciting and nerve-racking experience for her. The skimpy, low cut, and highly revealing nature of the intimate apparel left little to ones imagination and did little to hide attributes a woman might find unflattering or best left hidden. Vivian always found herself having to compromise between what looked good on the rack and what actually looked good on her body. The last time she bought lingerie was for Jake on their fifth anniversary. It seemed like so long ago she thought, looking into the mirrors of the tiny dressing room, her eyes surveying her body in the well lit, unforgiving space. With large mirrors on the three walls surrounding her, she was able to see her entire body easily with a simple twist of her head. Having had two kids, her breasts were not as perky as they used to be and she had gained a little weight over the years, but she could still turn a head or two on occasion. She worked hard to keep her body in shape and although she, like most women, could find fault with various parts of her body, Vivian was generally pleased with the way she looked. Trying things on, one at a time, Vivian was quickly able to narrow down her selections to two particularly racy sets, before she asked one of the girls who worked at the store for her opinion. "Excuse me, do you think you could help me for a second." She asked opening the door of the dressing room and trying to get the attention of a young lady standing at the counter at the entrance of the dressing room folding assorted garments. Looking up, she put the objects in her hands down before responding. "Of course I can. What can I do for you? Do you need other sizes?" The female dressing room attendant asked. "Actually, I was wondering if I could get your opinion on something. I narrowed it down to these two, but I can't seem to decide which one I like better." Vivian said walking out of the dressing room in wearing a comfortable but well-worn pair of dark gray cotton boyshort undies and a black sports bra. Holding up the two sets of lingerie she thought made her look and feel the sexiest, she looked at the girl walking towards her, seeking her approval of one of the items she held in her hands. "Absolutely, those are both great choices, but it would be better if I could see them both on you. Why don't you let me know when you get one on and I will come back and let you know what I think. Oh, and while you're doing that, why don't I take those other items for you?" The dressing room attendant said gesturing to the pile of discarded lingerie Vivian had decided would remain at the store for one reason or another. Vivian handed her the pile before closing the door to the dressing room and glancing in the mirror at her current attire. Her underwear seemed so shabby and dull compared to the exciting new lingerie she had hanging in her dressing room just waiting for her to slip on. After trying on both sets and allowing the dressing room attendant to voice her opinions, Vivian felt confident and ready to make a purchase. Carrying her little bag of lingerie out of the store, she couldn't wait for Friday night, and the chance to wear it for someone she was sure would really appreciate it. Presently, Vivian stood before her newly acquired purchase, toweling off any remaining drops of water and drying her light brown hair before slipping into its satiny embrace. With the help of the girl working in the dressing room, Vivian had decided on what she thought was an incredibly sexy dark maroon satin bustier set. The bustier set was trimmed in black satin with garter straps and had a matching thong. To complete the look, she also bought a new pair of sexy black, lace topped stockings which when attached to the bustier, she hoped, would be enough to make any man's eyes pop out of his head with desire. She'd never spent this much money on lingerie before, it was a rare treat and she planned to enjoy it to the fullest. She had bought a couple of frilly numbers before, but this was different. Reflecting back on former purchases, one could hardly call them lingerie at all, when compared to the quality and raw sexiness of her new bustier set. The rich maroon color was a striking contrast to her fair skin tone and when she had it on in the dressing room, it fit her well, accentuating her body in all the right places. When she was trying it on at the store, she couldn't help feeling that wearing lingerie like this was both delightfully naughty and sexy at the same time. She remembered thinking that was exactly what she wanted, she wanted to feel sexy, and she wanted a chance to be naughty. A chance to step away from her life as a mommy, a chance to step away from her life as a wife, a chance for her to do something new and exciting that she never had the guts to do before. She loved the color and the way the shiny satin shimmered in the light. Sure that she was now fully dry, Vivian picked up the revealing thong panties, slipped them over one foot at a time and pulled them up checking the fit in the large mirror attached to her dresser. Then going over to her dresser, she opened the top drawer and removed her package of brand new black thigh high stockings and sat on the edge of the bed to pull them up her smooth legs one stocking at a time. It had been a long time since she dressed up and the fact that she was dressing in incredibly sexy lingerie was, quite honestly, beginning to turn her on. She watched herself in the mirror as she finished the sinuous slithering shimmy of putting her last stocking on and caught herself trailing her hand over the thin smooth maroon and black satin thong covering between her legs. The smooth material felt amazing as she rubbed it over her pussy gently, locking eyes with herself in the mirror before coming to the quick realization that this was not a good time or place to be getting carried away. Snapping herself back to reality, she picked up the bustier next to her, slid her stockinged legs down and over the end of the bed, and put her arms through the thin straps. Vivian then reached behind her pulling the two sides of the bustier together and attaching the tiny clasps from top to bottom, all the way down. After she attached the garters to her stockings, Vivian stood up, did a brief turn around in the mirror and couldn't help smiling. She looked hot, she thought. The bustier made her somewhat smaller breasts look much larger, pushing them up and together, creating cleavage that even she had a hard time looking away from. She loved the way the bustier set fit together, the bustier being just long enough to slip over the top edge of her matching panties, and the light boning throughout created a pleasant slimming effect. Vivian picked up the sexy black dress on the bed, threw it over head and reached behind her to zip it up. The dress showed off her newly enhanced cleavage and fit her body perfectly. Dressed like this, she knew Jake was going to be all too curious about what her plans for this evening were once he saw her. She slipped on a pair of black high heel shoes, walked out of the bedroom and headed downstairs to say goodbye to her family. Expecting a disaster scene, Vivian was pleasantly surprised to see her husband cleaning some dishes in the sink while her children were eating dinner at their kitchen table. Jake was apparently keeping them entertained by asking them what they did at school and Josie and Mason appeared to be eager to oblige. When she entered the kitchen, Josie was the first to notice. "Mommy looks pretty. She looks like a princess." Josie said, a little garbled with food in her mouth. Jake turned his head and dropped a dish into the sink as she came into his field of vision. His mouth was open wide and he was clearly both surprised and pleased by what he saw. "Wow, Mommy does look like a princess. You look amazing." Jake said closing the distance between them to give her a kiss that, in her opinion, was noticeably more passionate than usual. "Thanks guys" she said smiling radiantly. "Why are you dressed up like that?" Mason asked looking confused presumably by her drastic change in appearance. "Well, Mason, tonight Mommy is going out to meet a friend of hers. Mommy's need a night out once and a while too." She said wiping a smear of sauce from his face. Spaghetti night always was a big hit with the kids, but left them looking a little like vampires with all the sauce smeared on their faces and chins. Josie seemed to be having the most trouble, her spaghetti spilling off her plate on the table, sauce splattered on her face and clothes. She would definitely need to change after dinner. Vivian forgot that she was supposed to be leaving and began helping Jake clean up the kitchen and their kids. "Vivian, I got this, why don't you get going. You don't get opportunities like this often and I think you should take advantage of it." Jake said grabbing a plate out of her hand and ushering her out of their kitchen and towards the front door of their house. Vivian waved and said her goodbyes to her filthy kids. "So, you've got everything taken care of then?" "Vivian, I can handle it. Anything else you need me to do?" Jake asked, his eyes roaming over her body hungrily as she put on her coat to leave. "Yes, there is one more thing. Don't forget the rules. I left them on your dresser and it's very important that you follow them exactly. We need to be on the same page Jake." "Okay, okay, I get it. I'll see you when you get back." Jake said winking at her and slapping her bottom affectionately as she opened the door and left. He turned back, headed into the kitchen and finished cleaning up the kids, before heading upstairs to get the list of rules from on top of his dresser. Vivian arrived at the hotel a little early, picked up her room key at the front desk, and headed to the bar situated just outside the lobby to wait for her client to make his appearance. The hotel bar was classier than she'd expected and she was pleased with the dimly lit dark wood dominated atmosphere of the place. For the most part, the bar was pretty empty, with only a few couples sitting at some of the smaller tables and a couple of older business men seated at the end of the bar. Checking her watch, she saw that it was still relatively early in the evening and that she had some time to kill. Approaching the bar, she sat down in one of the high-backed wooden barstools and was quickly approached by the bartender. Vivian ordered herself a glass of Chardonnay enjoying its bouquet and crisp fruity taste as she sipped it; waiting. She continued to drink her wine checking the clock every few minutes while watching the college basketball game that was plastered across the large televisions mounted above the bar. She was nervous, she had never done anything like this before and while exciting, part of her just wanted to get it over with. She heard her cell phone ringing and reached into her purse to pull it out. It was her client calling. She answered the phone. "Hello, yes I'm here. Meet me in the hotel bar. We'll discuss that when you arrive." She hung up her phone, putting it back into her purse and ordered another Chardonnay. If she was going to go through with this, she could definitely use some more alcohol. Halfway through her second wine, a sharp dressed man about her age sat down next to her at the bar. The man was wearing a black suit with a gray dress shirt and a black and gray striped tie. The man glanced at her running his eyes up and down the length of her before nervously asking her if her name was Catherine. Wanting to be someone else for the evening, she had given him her middle name and hearing him ask her if she was Catherine. Rather than answer him directly, she looked him in the eyes, motioned him to follow her saying only "We'll talk over here after you get your drink," nodding her head towards the waiting bartender behind him. He heard him mutter something as she walked to a quiet, unoccupied corner table, taking her time to ensure he got a good long look at her from behind before she sat down. Watching him order his drink at the bar, Vivian took some time to let her eyes wander over his body. He actually looked pretty good, maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all, she thought to herself. He got his drink, paid and tipped the bartender, and followed her to the small table in the corner of the room where she sat waiting legs crossed doing her best to put out a seductive and mysterious vibe. Mommy's Night Out "Okay Catherine, how does this work? Do I pay you now or afterwards? When she looked at him with her eyebrows raised and shook her head, he added, "I'm a little nervous. I've never done anything like this before." Clearly he was a little uncomfortable with the situation. "You could start by telling me your name and sitting down," she said pointing a finger towards the chair across from her. "Right, I'm sorry, that would make sense." He said smiling as he extended his hand for her to shake. "I'm Roger. It's nice to meet you." His hands were moist and she was surprised by it a little, but didn't let it show. Well, I guess he really is nervous, she thought. Roger broke the handshake and sat down across the small table from her and took a large gulp of his drink. "Well, Roger what brings you out here to see me tonight?" She asked getting straight to the point, her forwardness only seeming to increase his discomfort. Roger was stammering something trying unsuccessfully to answer her question. Feeling brazen and wanting to play the part, she reached for his hand across the table placing her on top of his and gently stroking it. "It's okay baby, there's nothing to worry about. I'm going to take good care of you tonight, but I need to know what you want." She was doing her best to reassure him and it seemed to be working for the most part. He seemed for the moment to be a little less nervous. "What would you recommend?" he asked her, meeting her eyes head on for the first time this evening. "Well, it depends on what you like, but just looking at you I'd say it's been a while since you've gotten any action. You're pretty cute and you seem like a gentleman. I'll cut you a deal. I'll let you have me how ever you want for an hour for five hundred." "Well, that's a little more than I wanted to spend, but I've never done this before and you definitely look like you're worth it." His hungry eyes lingered on her cleavage. He sat up a little pulling out his wallet and beginning to open it before she waved it away. "No, not here honey. We'll take care of that upstairs. You just follow me." Vivian took his hand leading him out of the bar towards the nearest elevator in the lobby. She felt incredibly naughty and the whole experience was turning out to be quite a turn on for her. Judging by the noticeable bulge in the front of Roger's dress pants, he was finding the experience quite arousing as well. She pushed the elevator call button and waited a moment before stepping through the opening doors of the elevator to her right. The elevator doors closed behind them and Vivian pushed the button for the 4th floor. "You seem to be finding this whole experience rather arousing," she said gesturing towards the protrusion in the front of his pants as they began their ascent. "What? Oh, I'm sorry about that. You're a very beautiful woman and that dress is incredibly sexy on you." He said his eyes taking her in once more. "Don't apologize. I take that as a compliment. I mean you haven't even seen me with my clothes off or even touched me yet and you're already ready to go. I'm flattered Roger. You are awfully cute. Since you're going to pay me when we get to the room anyway, you can feel the merchandise if you'd like." She turned to face him and grabbed his right hand in hers running it slowly down her shoulder and across the round curve of her breast. Facing him, she took his left hand guiding it to her ass, pressing it into her, urging him with both hands to grope her as he pleased. The elevator doors opened and a seemingly oblivious older couple waited for them to exit the elevator unaware of their quick movements to disentangle their bodies. Roger looked flushed in the face and the bulge in pants had gone from slightly noticeable to him pitching an abundantly obvious tent in his pants. They needed to get to her hotel room fast or this was going to be embarrassing, she thought. Fortunately, their room for this evening was just around the corner from the elevators. A brisk walk down the green patterned carpet, past assorted paintings spaced at regular intervals throughout the hall, brought them to room 421. Vivian slid the key card into the card reader. Turning the handle and pushing open the door, she held it open for Roger, allowing him to enter the room before letting the door close behind them. As soon as the door was closed, he was on her. He pressed her against the cold metal door, his hands finding her ass and pulling her against his hardness as his tongue eagerly parted her lips. She let him continue for a moment, moved by his sudden passion, before pushing him back and sliding around him to move deeper into the room. Flicking the hall light on, she moved further into the room. She walked down the short hallway leading from the door, noticing the closets that lined the wall to her right and the fairly standard hotel bathroom on the left. There were large windows covered by embossed, brick red, curtains in front of her. On the right side of the room, a plush overstuffed chair sat in one corner, while an oak chair and desk occupied the space in the other opposite corner. The left side of the room was dominated by the king size bed. Covered in a thick dark red comforter and adorned with throw pillows, the bed took up most of the room. Vivian walked around the bed turning on the lamps that sat on the wooden nightstands on both sides, before sitting on the end of the bed and patting it gently, motioning for Roger to join her. "Roger, if you don't mind I'd like to settle up now." "Oh, yeah of course, sorry if I jumped the gun there a little bit." He said fumbling as he tried to free his wallet from his pants. He pulled out a wad of hundred dollar bills and held them in his hand for her to take. "That's great Roger, but I trust you, you can just put it on the nightstand next to you. I won't forget it." Vivian said pointing to the nightstand closest to him. He put the money on the nightstand never taking his eyes of hers. Roger joined her on the bed. He was looking at her hungrily, his eyes devouring her body. "Well, Roger you've paid me. I'm yours for the next hour, what do you want to do to me? What do you want me to do to you?" Vivian said trying her best to sound sexy and confident though what she was doing this evening was far outside her comfort zone. Roger swallowed licked his lips as if they were dry and found his voice. "Take off your dress. I want you to take off your dress for me. I want to see what you're wearing under there." Getting up off the bed she grabbed two pillows in each hand stacking them in the middle of the bed, before pushing Roger back into them. Now he was lying with his legs slightly hanging over the end of the bed, propped up comfortably by the pillows behind him. After she got him settled, she crawled on top of him letting him feel the weight of her body against his. She gave him a slow sensual kiss, lightly swirling her tongue into his mouth, before slowly sliding down his body and off the end of the bed. Standing up she spun so that her back was to him backed up slowly to the end of the bed bending over and arching her back to push her ass towards him. Staying bent over in what she was sure was a visually stimulating position for him, she began hiking her skirt up bit by bit, over her ass, until she had gathered the dress material slightly above her waist, exposing her delectable bottom, much to Roger's obvious pleasure. A thin strip of maroon and black satin parted the cheeks of her ass, it's only covering, and it's only protection from Roger's glaring eyes and eager hands. Taking her display as an invitation, his hands quickly found their way to the smooth roundness of her bottom, squeezing and kneading it before parting the cheeks to gently caress between her legs. He let out a slight gasp when his hands felt the warm dampness of her panties. By this point, Vivian had completely abandoned herself to the desires of her alter ego for the evening, Christine. Christine provided her with an outlet to make her sexual fantasies a reality and she planned on taking full advantage of it. She couldn't believe how turned on she was by the whole situation. Already, she could feel her wetness only temporarily contained by the smooth satin thong between her legs. Having Roger touching her, probing her there didn't help matters. She allowed him to rub her through her panties from behind for a brief moment, letting him feel the smooth satin and her warm, wet, delicate folds hidden beneath it, before pulling his hand away, lifting her legs one at a time and backing up onto the bed to sit on his lap. His hands moved to her hips as she began to grind her ass onto the tent of his dress pants, massaging his straining erection with each swivel of her hips. Her hands moved to his knees spreading his legs and giving her the leverage to continue with her lap dance. Looking behind her over her shoulder, Roger looked like he was in some sort of pain, but only seemed to sigh and moan with pleasure as she mercilessly ground her body into his crotch. Lying back with her head next to his, she nibbled and sucked gently on his earlobe. "Do you like this Roger? Does it feel good?" She asked, whispering into his ear in a sultry, sexy, voice. "Yes, you feel amazing, but I'm pretty excited and if you don't stop soon," he trailed off, his words replaced by slight groan. "It's been a while for you, hasn't it Roger? I can tell. You're wound up much too tight. Can I ask you to help me for a minute?" She asked, sitting up straight. "Can you unzip my dress for me Roger?" Without words she felt his hand fumble with the small zipper before feeling it trail down her back exposing fresh skin to his ravenous eyes. "You asked me to take off my dress. I hope you didn't mind that I took my time." She slid off his body and stood in front of him at the end of the bed. He shook his head no in response to her question, mesmerized as she toyed with the thin black straps pulling first one and then the other over her shoulder so they rested on her upper arms. "Thanks for the help Roger." She said, letting the dress fall to the floor around her body revealing the maroon and black satin bustier set she was wearing underneath. Roger's mouth was open in awe, his eyes rapidly flicking across her body taking in everything as if he was trying to commit every curve to memory. "I bought this lingerie for you Roger. I hope you like it." "Christine, you look so sexy I'm ready to cum in my pants just looking at you." Aware of how much she had been teasing him and feeling a little bad about it, Vivian decided to help Roger unwind a little. Feeling bolder and bolder as the night went on, fueled by the visible effects her body and demeanor were having on the man before her, Vivian pushed Roger back into the pile of pillows behind him and reached to unclasp the buckle of his belt. "Roger, if you're so excited you think you're going to cum, I'd rather you did it in my mouth than your pants." She said. She couldn't believe how forward she was being, how delightfully naughty. Roger watched her as she pulled his dress pants off, walking over to the wooden chair at the desk in the corner of the room. She folded his pants and bent over a little pushing her ass out slightly as she hung them over the chairs back, taking her time pretending to fuss with the pants, moving slowly to give him ample time to take in her exposed backside one more time. When she turned back to face him, she was surprised to see that Roger had removed his boxers and was gently stroking his hard-on while watching her attentively. "You couldn't wait for me?" She asked teasing. "I want you so bad it hurts." He said softly, almost pleading. Walking towards him she got beside him on the bed removed his pumping hand away from his rigid cock, lifted one of her leg across his body and straddled him, squatting with her panty clad pussy and ass mere inches from his face. He started to say something, but was gasping before he could get the words out when her mouth slid down his cock, taking him as deep as she could. Holding him at the base, while she worked her mouth up and down his shaft, he was so hard, and the thought that she had made him so hard; aroused him so much, only turned her on more. She heard moans behind her and felt his fingers tracing pleasing patterns on the satin material stretched tight between her legs. Her pussy was soaking wet and was sure that Roger must have noticed the effect he was having on her by now, sure that he was aware of the gradually increasing wet spot on her panties. She popped his hardness out of her mouth and began running her moist, wet, tongue up and down the sensitive underside of his cock, occasionally taking him deep into her mouth and sucking firmly on the head offering him a full range of pleasurable sensations. Roger had pulled her panties to the side now and was gently lapping his tongue up and down her pussy exciting her further and causing her to issue an encouraging moan every now and then with his cock still buried in her mouth. Letting some saliva slip through her lips, she bathed his dick in her slippery spit, before beginning to slide one hand up and down his shaft, while the other held him in place gently cupping and massaging his balls. She continued jerking him slowly, twisting her hand at the tip of his cock on the upstroke, bobbing her head in rhythm with the motions of her hand, and taking him as deep into her willing mouth as she could on each downstroke. His tongue had stopped its sloppy wet exploration of her pussy and Roger seemed lost in his pleasure, his head still buried in her cunt, was moaning against her wet lips. His body seemed to be tensing, his stomach muscles tightening as he began to lift his hips in an effort to thrust himself deeper into her mouth. His hands frantically grabbed at her ass, all of his actions were tell-tale signals that he was getting close. Pulling him out of her mouth, she continued to pump her hand up and down his shaft increasing the pressure and speed of her hand while tilting her head sideways and pressing her lips and tongue against his swollen head allowing both it and the sensitive underside to slide through her lips passing over her wet tongue with each stroke of her hand. Roger's face pulled away from her pussy groaning before crying out, "I'm cumming." A hot jet of his cum splashed up her cheek before Vivian quickly engulfed him in her mouth swallowing his cum as it shot out of his throbbing cock one spurt at a time. Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore, he finished coming. Vivian couldn't remember the last time she had to swallow so much cum. Maybe it had been longer than she thought since Roger last got some action, she thought as she gently sucked on his cock feeling him shudder beneath her with tiny orgasm aftershocks. Knowing that she gave Roger so much pleasure made her feel great, but did little to abate her own growing need for an orgasm. She could feel his hot breath on her pussy and was so damn horny she abandoned herself to her desire and ground her pussy hard against his lips and face, eager for a release of her own. Roger, all too willing to return the favor, perhaps sensing her burning need, stuck his tongue out, allowing her to glide and grind herself on its soft wet surface. Eager to accommodate her, he grabbed her hips urging her to sit down further on his face, and began to lap his tongue rapidly on her sensitive clit in time with her rocking hips. Overcome with pleasure, her eyes closed feeling the sweet tension building throughout her body. Breathing in gasps, between her moans, her orgasm drawing nearer and nearer, Vivian felt herself losing control. Her stomach muscles spasming, she felt her orgasm rip through her causing her to cry out. "Fuck; I'm cumming!" She cried as all the air in her lungs was forced from her body. Her pussy began contracting rhythmically and she collapsed onto his body shuddering with delight. She lay there for a moment completely enraptured by the blissful throes of her orgasm. When she had regained some semblance of composure, she pulled herself up and off of Roger's body, standing and facing him, making eye contact for the first time since they'd pleasured each other. Roger's face was glistening with her juices and she was struck by a pang of embarrassment, before realizing that it didn't seem to bother him at all and that he actually seemed to be turned on by it, his cock already semi-erect. In fact he was smiling. "I hope there's more where that came from," he said wiping her smeared secretions off his face with a corner of the nearby bedding. "Are you ready for more Roger?" she asked trying her best to be sexy while pointing to his rising erection. "I'm more than ready." He said confidently patting the bed beside him. "What do you want me to do now Roger? Do you want to fuck me? Do you want to put your big cock in my pussy?" She taunted him, running the fingers of her right hand between her legs, surprising both her and Roger with the dirty talk. Roger was thrown by her bold actions and for a moment just stared at her. He quickly recovered telling her what he wanted. "I want you on the bed, from behind," looking into her eyes as he told her. "I like it when you take control Roger, it suits you. You should try doing it more often." Vivian said, climbing onto the bed resting her stomach on the pile of pillows she made for him in the middle of the bed. She arched her back and pushed her ass out towards him wiggling it teasingly. She watched as he climbed onto the bed feeling his hands jerk her maroon satin thong down her legs and off her before his fingers searched their way through her wetness. Her head bent to the side on a pillow, she watched him as he bent behind her ass out of her field of vision, before feeling his warm wet tongue sensually slide up and down her hungry slit. She wanted him. She wanted him inside her so bad. He pulled her ass cheeks apart dipping his head between her legs further and she pushed her ass out giving him full access to her highly aroused clit. She could feel his nose pressing gently into her perineum, so close to her asshole. He was driving her crazy. Having never received oral sex from behind before, the sheer novelty and naughtiness only excited her on further, driving her wild with lust. Roger continued his work with his mouth, alternating his focus between her clit and her slit, sucking and licking her in a teasing fashion, never spending enough time on her clit to make her cum. Roger's tongue felt so good and his teasing was driving her wild, but her body was craving an orgasm. Roger continued to tease her with his mouth as she felt his fingers trace delicate circles around her yearning pussy. Soon, he slipped two fingers into her pussy and began to finger her, applying firm steady pressure to her G-spot. The combination of his fingers and mouth made her desperate. Before she knew what she was doing, Vivian was begging Roger to fuck her. "Fuck me Roger! I want you to fuck me!" Initially, Vivian commanded him, ordering him to fuck her, but when Roger ignored her, her commands quickly degenerated into whimpers and eventually plain old begging. "Please, Roger I need you. Please, I need to feel you inside of me. Roger, please fuck me. Please!" She begged, driven completely hysterical by her blazing desire. Roger must have felt sorry for her because he finally stopped licking her pussy and removed his fingers from her unbelievably wet pussy. Vivian looked back at him with her mouth open as he tore off his shirt and she felt the thick head of his hard cock nudging up and down her slit. She breathed in deeply and pushed her ass back towards his cock trying to take him into her, but he wasn't done teasing her, making her wait a minute longer, before he buried himself balls deep, filling her finally. She let out a load moan as he slowly worked his cock in and out of her pussy, stretching him with his girth, his balls slapping her gently against her clit with each thrust. Mommy's Night Out Roger's dick felt heavenly and soon he was moving faster, bringing her orgasm closer with each thrust, nearer with each slap of his balls bumping against her sensitive clit. She reached back spreading the checks of her ass to allow him to penetrate her deeper for a minute, before slipping a hand underneath her and between her legs to rub her clit. She was getting close and judging by the way he was speeding up Roger wasn't far behind. With his hands on her hips pulling her to meet his thrusts, she could feel her body tensing and quivering with sexual excitement. Her eyes closed, head bouncing lightly on the pillow from his firm strokes, she frantically flicked her fingers across her clit as she suddenly lost control. Her body convulsed, tensing uncontrollably from the incredible pleasure radiating through her. Her breath came out of her in gasps as her pussy gripped Roger's cock squeezing it hard as it contracted as if seeking to imprison it in her throbbing cunt. Her arms and legs gave out beneath her and her body flattened against the bed with her legs still spread wide. She felt a flush of heat and an almost electric tingling throughout her body. Roger continued to thrust into her desperately seeking his own orgasm. Still riding out her orgasm, Vivian lay there and just let Roger have his way with her for a moment, before opening her eyes to see him humping her, his hips slamming into the cheeks of her ass. His eyes were closed and his mouth open, sighs issuing from it seemingly uncontrollably. "Oh, oh, uhh," he groaned pulling his cock out of her pussy and pumping it with his right hand a few times before shooting a stream of cum up the back of her maroon bustier. She felt the second warm spurt splash across the left cheek of her ass, followed by a third that dribbled down the crack of her ass. "Oh fuck, Catherine," he said dropping onto the bed next to her. "That was amazing," he said with his eyes closed, still breathing hard. After giving Roger a few moments to bask in the afterglow of his orgasm, Vivian got up kissing him full on the mouth. "This was fun. Thanks for a great evening Roger, I hope you enjoyed yourself as much as I did. You should call me again sometime." Vivian walked into the bathroom and picked up one of the white bath towels, coming back into the room to wipe herself off. Roger sat up on the bed watching her, still looking a little dazed with pleasure. "So what happens now?" "Well, now you leave the money on that night stand, put your clothes on and I walk you to the door." Vivian said surprisingly confident after the torrid embrace they just shared. Roger seemed a little disappointed, but sat up and quickly began to put on his clothes reverting back to the shy and uncomfortable man she first met in the hotel bar. As he walked to the door, he thanked her, "You probably hear this all the time, but Catharine, I just want to let you know that you are one gorgeous, amazingly talented woman and I thoroughly enjoyed every moment we spent together this evening." Vivian could feel her cheeks flushing, blushing from his kind words, and couldn't help but wrap her arms around him and pull him to her mouth for one last goodbye kiss. Closing the door behind, him she couldn't help but feel a little sadness that her time with Roger was over and that now it was time for her to head back to reality, back to her life, and back to her family. After Roger left, Vivian quickly removed the maroon bustier and her new black lace topped stockings, sliding them off her smooth legs one at a time, with the intention of hopping into the shower. The hotel room smelt like hot sex and she wanted to freshen up a little before heading home to her husband and kids. Finally removing the last clasp, Vivian checked the back of the corset. Nothing a little dry cleaning wouldn't take out, she thought, looking at the large dried cum stain Roger had left on the maroon satin. Throwing the bustier on to the bed, Vivian got into the shower soaping herself with the tiny bar of complementary soap, washing away any evidence of the evenings lecherous activities. Her mind returning to her time spent with Roger, she was surprised to notice that she was still quite turned on as she passed a soapy hand between her legs. She ran her hand lightly over the small strip of hair before affectionately rubbing the rest of her smoothly shaved vulva. Her hands lingering on her pussy, before she knew it, she was frantically masturbating. Leaning against the front wall of the shower, she came quick and hard as the warm water flowed over her body. One hand strumming her clit, while her other buried two fingers into her sweltering pussy, still wet from earlier, she shuddered, panting loudly, feeling the muscles of her pussy clenching repeatedly on her fingers. Breathing heavily through the streams of water, she regained her composure and finished showering. Drying off, she got dressed. She had just grabbed her purse to head home when she remembered the money still on the nightstand. Picking up the five, hundred dollar bills Roger left her, she put them into her purse smiling. She couldn't believe she almost forgot the money. She glanced one more time back at the room, a barrage of lewd and sensual images running through her mind, before she opened the door and left. When she got home she was surprised to find her husband and kids curled up and watching a movie in their family room. "Hey, look whose home guys." Jake said beckoning for her to join him on the couch. Her kids said a brief hello, before quickly settling back in to the movie. Jake sat up to make room and she settled in next to him with her head on his shoulder. He put his arm around her and held her hand in his. It was good to be home after all, she thought. She had spent the whole night wanting to get away and while it was definitely an amazing night, she wouldn't trade these nice times with her family for anything in the world. The children's eyes were glued to the movie giving her and Jake an opportunity to talk quietly and uninterrupted. "What credit card did you use to pay for the room?" Jake asked. "I used the Mastercard. That's what you wanted me to use right?" She replied. "Yeah, that's fine. The hotel was really nice. You made a good choice." "Yeah, I thought everything worked out really well, I just wished Roger had showed up sooner." Vivian said nudging him a little. "Well, Roger had to finish cleaning up here, get the kids ready for the babysitter, and make sure he followed the rules on that list you made." He replied, pinching her bottom causing her to squirm a little and slap his hand away. "I had a great time tonight Catherine." Jake said his eyes meeting hers before he kissed her gently on the lips. "Me too Roger," she said kissing him again and hugging him tighter, "Me too."