****** The Perfect Husband by Sally ******
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The Perfect Husband


This story was written for adults who do not mind reading stories that contain
strong sexual elements. It is written by & is the intellectual property of
'sally34@hotmail.com' who should be contacted if the story is to be posted
anywhere other than 'White Shadow's Nasty Stories' web site.

The Perfect Husband

Joan stopped. There he was again; the heavenly looking guy in the dark suit. He
must have been no more than a few years younger than her, maybe even Tom's age.
Yet he seemed to be more lithe, more alert, more... well, sexy.

Joan and Tom were a well-established couple. They loved each other a great
deal; Joan counted her blessings that she had found and married someone like
him. Unlike a lot of the other guys she had come in contact with, Tom was kind,
caring, considerate and gentle with her. He was her perfect man, or so she
thought. Looking at this man made her loins ache. She tried to dismiss the
feelings, but this was the third time she had seen him around the office and so
she figured he must have started working there recently. No-one had introduced
them so she decided, boldly, to do the work herself.

She walked up to him, extended her hand and said, "Hi, Joan Finch, head of
finance - I don't think we've met?"

His dark eyes lit up as he looked down at her shaking the proffered hand, "Hi
Joan, I'm Mike, I just started working this week for Steve in sales."

He looked at her with genuine warmth and his hand felt strong. Joan felt weak
but managed to smile. She was cross with herself for falling for his obvious,
salesman charm.

"Sales... of course," she said. "Well then, welcome aboard."

In the days that followed she saw a lot more of him around the office. He
always flashed a winning smile at her and greeted her by name. Joan felt
foolish, but looked forward to her glimpses of him and once she actually made
up an excuse to walk past him and say hello.

Of course, she wasn't the only girl in the office to notice him. He had movie-
star good looks, dark hair, naturally tanned good skin and deep, deep, dark
eyes. Joan felt herself swimming when she thought of them. Deep down she knew
men like that were normally bastards, shallow and only interested in their own
appearance. Those were the sort of men she had rejected for Tom, her dear
husband.

It was later, after a week of these cat and mouse greetings that Mike
unexpectedly put his head around her office door late one evening. Joan gasped
and her heart started racing.

"Sorry, didn't mean to frighten you," he said easily. "I was just on my way
home and saw your still light on. I was going to go for a drink before going
home; fancy one?"

The way he said it, it sounded like the most innocent, casual off-hand remark.
One which Joan would look as though SHE were acting suspicious if she refused.
Instead she wavered.

"Oh, I... I... don't know Mike, I've still got a lot of work to do..."

He smiled.

"All work and no play..." he said

He wasn't exactly flirting Joan thought, just being friendly. She decided that
his motives must be innocent as there was no way a guy like him would be
interested in a married woman like her, so she switched off her PC and agreed
to join him...

He was charming of course. Joan new quite a few of the sales staff and new
their bright, false sincerity. Mike was a class above them and although Joan
felt that he must be 'charming' her it felt fairly natural and she responded to
his warmth.

Mike was energetic and upbeat. He regaled her with stories of his weekends;
Joan couldn't believe how much he fitted in. Her weekends with Tom were
normally very quiet affairs, shopping, reading the papers and a bit of
gardening if the weather was nice. Normally they both felt so exhausted by the
end of the working week. Mike's energy was infectious. Joan felt guilty that
she was not doing more with herself and she also felt somehow annoyed with Tom
that he wasn't more active either.

"You're a very attractive woman, you know," Mike was saying after their third
'No, I really shouldn't' drink.

Joan blushed and shrugged it off. She certainly didn't feel attractive. She
felt twice as old as Mike, even though there was only a few years between them.

"I'm also a happily married attractive woman," she admonished back, jokingly.

"Doesn't worry me," responded Mike. "Your husband is a very lucky man."

And he raised his glass and finished his drink in a mock salute to Tom.

"Talking of husbands," he continued, "it's time I took you home. He'll think
you've run off with another man."

Joan laughed at the suggestion and said she would take a train like she always
did. Mike wouldn't hear of it and led her to his Porsche that was tucked away
in the company car park nearby. It was dark in the car park; Mike's was the
only car left. The jovial mood of the pub left them and they fell silent. Joan
wanted to say something. 'Thank you,' seemed too lame. She had really enjoyed
being taken out and flirted with by this handsome man. Her heart was beating
madly. 'In another life...' she thought.

Mike opened the passenger door for her and let her enter past him. Before she
ducked down she looked him in the eyes and said, "I just wanted to...." but she
couldn't think what to say.

Mike's eyebrow arched suggestively.

"You just wanted to what?" he said. "Kiss me?"

He leaned closer. She hadn't wanted to say that at all but somehow it seemed
like a very attractive idea.

"Yes," she breathed, and leaned up to kiss him fully on the lips.

It was heaven. His lips were full and soft and their tongues met each other. A
damn burst inside her and she kissed him as though she never wanted to stop.
She felt his hands on her behind and on her breast but it didn't matter - it
felt good. He wanted her! HE wanted HER! She WAS attractive and he was the
proof. She lost herself i n his embrace.

"I want you Joan," he said, between kisses.

"Oh god, I want you to Mike," she said back.

"But not here, eh?" he said, trying to separate himself from her.

Joan came slightly to her senses. She was a married woman and had just agreed
to be unfaithful. In what a short time they had gone from acquaintances to
conspirators!

"I can't.... now," she said, just wishing he would hold her again, "I have to
get home. You understand?"

"Sure," he said, grinning lazily. "Hop in."

The ride was one of the most tense in all her life. Although Mike seemed
remarkably calm, she could hardly speak. She shivered, though it wasn't cold.
Mike stroked her thigh absently as he drove and told her, in increasingly more
and more explicit terms, what he would like to do with her. No man had ever
spoken to her like that before. Tom never even spoke about sex. In the course
of their ten year marriage they had developed a language of signs and words
indicating whether they were interested in sex that night or not. Sex itself
was always carried out in the dark, under the covers, no talking, yet now Mike
was describing in graphic detail how he wanted to see her body, bathe with her,
massage her and then make love by firelight.

By the time the car pulled up outside her front door she was a nervous wreck.
Mike looked at her expectantly, as though she was going to give him a long
lingering kiss goodbye. Joan tried to begin to explain how she felt.

"Mike, I... I really enjoyed... I didn't mean... You have to understand..."

Mike stopped her talking by putting his finger to her lips. Joan sat there
mutely. Then he pushed his finger tip harder against her lips and then deeper,
in to her mouth as she opened it to accept him. This was the most incredibly
sexy thing she had ever done. She licked and sucked at his finger as though it
were his cock - and all this in a car outside her own house!

She pulled his finger out of her mouth and said, "Mike, please, let me go."
"Before you go, tell me that you want me," he said.

Joan hesitated for only a second.

"Yes, I want you... very much."

"You want my cock?" he added

The word shocked and thrilled Joan.

"Yes."

"Say it then."

"I want... I want your cock."

Mike grinned.

"Come on then," he said, opening his door.

"What? What are you doing?" asked Joan, climbing out herself.

"I want to meet you husband," said Mike. "He must be some kind of guy to have a
wife like you!"

"Mike! This really isn't a good time..." she began.

"It's OK Joan. It'll look more suspicious if I don't come in."

Mike's calmness in this situation made Joan briefly wonder if he'd done this
kind of thing before but she was instantly ashamed of herself for thinking
that. Mike was merely a straight forward, fast thinking man who didn't like to
beat around the bush.

She opened the door with her key but realised that Tom was already at the door.

"Oh, hi!" she said, as brightly as she could manage.

"I heard the car pull up," Tom started, "I wasn't sure if..."

"Hi, you must be Tom?" said Mike, pushing forward to shake Tom's hand. "Mike.
Sorry if I've kept your lovely wife from you but I dragged hr to the pub
instead of letting her work late."

Joan winced at Mike's bluffness compared to Tom's careful and considered style.
Looking at the two men together she could imagine they were from different
planets.

"Oh, I see, er, come in," said Tom. Joan could see he was overwhelmed by the
man who was overpowering him both physically and in personality.

"I'd love to," said Mike cheerily.

"No Tom, Mike just dropped me home - I'm sure he wants to get home himself."

"Oh, I, er.." Tom was still bewildered by the presence of the handsome, dynamic
stranger with the beaming smile in his hall.

"It's OK, I've nothing on tonight - Tom, it is Tom, right? How about getting me
a beer? I'd love one."

"Yes, no problem," said Tom and shuffled off to the kitchen, grateful for
something to do.

Mike winked lewdly at Joan, sauntered into the living room and dropped heavily
on to the sofa. Joan followed him and perched nervously on the arm of a chair.
What was he playing at? Mike thumped the cushion next to him, indicating that
Joan should sit beside him on the sofa. Joan shook her head rapidly, nodding
towards Tom in the kitchen. Mike just held up his hands in a shrug and carried
on smiling.

Tom returned with the beer and set it on the coffee table before Mike.

"Thanks Tom, you're a star!" said Mike and cheerfully picked up the beer, put
his feet on the coffee table and drank. Tom glanced at Joan nervously at Mike's
behaviour but Joan could not meet his eyes.

"Joan!" Mike's voice boomed loud in the small room. "What are you doing perched
on the edge of the chair like that - come and sit down!"

Again, he indicated the empty space beside him. Tom had settled in to a chair
opposite Mike. Joan shrugged, got up and went to sit on the sofa - to refuse to
sit in an empty space would look foolish.

Tom glanced from Mike to Joan. Usually he relied on his wife to talk in social
situations but tonight she seemed strangely subdued. Had she had some kind of
fight with this man?

Mike put his arm round Joan and said to Tom in a mock-conspiratorial way, "Tom,
you know you're a very lucky man, I think you have an absolutely gorgeous
wife."

Tom blushed a little, he wasn't sure how one should respond to such a comment.
Joan wasn't helping - she seemed to sit rigidly with Mike's arm around her.

Tom simply said, "Yes," and gave a nervous little laugh.

"You know what I like about her most?" Mike continued.

Joan winced. Tom said, "No?" He was genuinely interested in what this stranger
had to reveal about his wife.

"Her tits," Mike said and grinned broadly at Tom.

Joan froze. Tom wasn't sure he had heard correctly. Was he talking about
something she did at the office?

"They're a handful, but lovely and firm," said Mike. To emphasize the point his
hand snaked down and squeezed Joan's breast.

Tom suddenly realized what Mike was referring to but he couldn't understand why
Joan was letting this man do this to her. Surely she should stand up and slap
his face?

Joan was mortified. Any moment now Mike was going to blurt out that she had
offered to have sex with him. The fact that he had squeezed her breast seemed
like a minor matter to her at that moment.

Tom looked questioningly into his wife's eyes. He desperately wanted her to
take the lead but her eyes looked vacant, as though she was somehow absent.

"Have you two had a lot to drink then?" was all he could say. "Shouldn't drink
and drive you know, dangerous."

"Oh just a wee dram Tommy boy," said Mike, slipping his hand down to Joan's
skirt-clad thigh and stroking it gently.

Joan was rigid. Why wasn't Tom jumping to his feet and barking at Mike to
leave? But of course, that wasn't Tom's style at all. Gentle Tom. Kind Tom.
Isn't that why she loved him?

"Just enough to feel... 'comfortable', eh Joan?" he said, slipping the skirt
higher up her thigh, revealing naked flesh.

Both Tom and Joan stared hypnotically as Mike slowly revealed more and more of
her thigh to view.

"Good looking woman your Joan," said Mike again, to Tom directly.

Tom gulped silently at Mike and his wife's behaviour. He felt completely out of
his depth as though this was some ritual that was performed at her office of
which he had no comprehension. Mike's hand was now on Joan's bare thigh,
stroking it delicately. Joan shuddered at his touch. Despite the fact that he
was acting like a lout and toying with her in full view of her husband, she
could not erase the fact that just a few moments ago she had wanted him inside
her.

"A good-looking woman like that, well, a man can't resist can he?" Mike said,
winking at Tom.

This time he turned to her and, putting one hand at the back of her neck,
pulled her head towards him and met her mouth with his own. Joan tried to her
mouth firmly shut but Mike pushed hard and managed to squeeze his tongue in
with hers. Joan kept her arms rigid by her sides as Mike devoured her mouth and
face with his own.

Tom looked on with disbelief. Had Mike said that his wife was irresistible? Was
she really driving him to do this to her? Had Joan driven this man mad with
lust? It certainly looked like it! Yet there she sat, like some giant doll,
seemingly impervious to what was happening to her. Tom sat forward in his
chair. He wasn't sure what to say to interrupt Mike. He tried formulating some
expressions but 'Excuse me,' seemed so weak so he instead he sat silently,
twisting his hands together. Joan looked at him blankly over Mike's shoulder.

Mike's hands began to roam over her body. He tugged her blouse open, revealing
the tops of her breasts in their bra. His hand went up her skirt and felt
between her thighs. Joan simply let this ravishment continue. What could she
say?

Mike was breathing heavily now; the sound of the aroused. With one hand he had
managed to clutch her panties and was now dragging them down her thighs.
Pushing her back he pressed her against the sofa so that her upper body hung
over the arm. Giving another conspiratorial grin to Tom he unzipped his
trousers and took out his rigid cock.

Tom was speechless. There seemed to be some kind of play, some kind of ritual
being enacted before him. The people involved did not seem real and yet this
man now had his cock out in his own front room.

Mike parted Joan's unresisting legs easily then pulled himself on top of her
and thrust his cock into her. Joan had heard the zip of his trousers as if from
afar and imagined what was coming, but the feel of his cock in her pussy was
still a surprise that made her gasp. She looked over at Tom. He was mutely
watching as this stranger started to thrust in and out of her. His mouth was
slightly open and she could see that he was still trying to come to grips with
what was happening.

The feeling was intense. Mike's cock inside her was wonderful and she shuddered
and put her legs around his hips to grip him harder. She moaned, involuntarily.
Mike groped at her breasts, setting them free from their restraint. She felt
his mouth on her nipple. She started to buck her hips to meet his thrusts.

"Is this what you wanted?" Mike asked, almost in a whisper.

"Yes, yes!" she sobbed

"You wanted my cock?"

"Yes, yes, I wanted your cock!"

Mike slammed into the bitch that lay half-undressed across the arm of the sofa
in front of him. The bitch's husband looked on, unable to do anything. This was
the way he liked it - an appreciative audience. What was the point of seduction
if no-one was there to witness it? The bitch wasn't bad looking, nice tits at
least and her cunt was nicely lubed. He wondered vaguely whether she'd go down
on him or whether he should simply cum inside her. From bar to fuck in less
than an hour was a personal record for him, but then again, he'd practiced a
lot.

The moment she cried out, "I want your cock," to him in front of her own
husband was a personal triumph for him and he pushed that extra bit harder and
let himself cum inside her, groaning himself. He knew to sidestep that brief
feeling of self-questioning guilt that followed an orgasm and pulled out of
her, forcing himself to chuckle.

"Oh man, your wife is some fucking lay, Tom!" he said, then picked up the beer
and drained it. He zipped himself up and walked to the door.

He turned, briefly, before leaving. Tom still sat, dazed, on the sofa, staring
at his ravaged wife who had started to sob quietly.

Mike grinned. "Thanks for the beer!" he said, then walked out into the night.

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