I asked my husband four times before he finally agreed. He doesn't often allow me to fuck other men unless we are out of town or out of our circle of social acquaintances. We knew about half of the guests and the other half were strangers.

As the night went on an attractive guy and I flirted more and more. When he brought me to the dance floor I felt a large cock stiffen against me. When he asked me to meet him upstairs I initially said no. By the time he asked again I was wet. I told him I needed my husband's permission. My husband was reluctant. I went back with the bad news. We talked some more. Any time he leaned in to talk a hand was on my tit, or my hip, or my pussy. He tweaked a nipple hard sending a shock wave to my pussy.

Again my husband said no. Us back together, in a corner now. My pussy soaked. He told me to take of my panties. I went to the bathroom and complied. Went back with them bunched up tight in my hand and gave them to him. He smiled and put them in his pocket. His fingers lightly brushing my pussy again and again. My inner thighs wet. My husband still saying no.

He and I outside. Me in agony, my hand tracing his hard cock. Long, thick, steel like. My c**t in pain. His fingers under my dress, touching me, searching, entering. My pussy sloppy. Back inside to beg. Please hubby. He says he can smell my pussy. Gives me the ok. Upstairs I go. Not thinking straight.

He arrives, pulls me into a bathroom. My dress off in seconds. My pussy screaming for attention. My bra pulled down, his mouth on my tits, his fingers in my pussy. He lifts me onto the cold vanity top. My ass chilled, my pussy hot. He kisses me deeply with skill. Massages and sucks my tits. Hmmmmmm.

His cock comes out. My hand finds it. Strokes it. I slide off the vanity to the hard floor. I take his powerful cock in my mouth. His body responds. I take him deep again and again, slobbering on it, fingering myself. I want his load in my mouth. I want the validation of my skill, my sexuality in the form of that wonderful warm liquid splashing across my tongue. He pulls away leaving me gulping air where his cock just was.

He forcefully spins me around. Hands grip the vanity, on my tippy toes I feel thick meat at the entrance to my pussy. I take a deep breath as it presses in, pulling my lips in, my tight pussy fighting the penetration then a loud sigh as the head pops free and he slides deep inside me. He pumps me, my elbows on the vanity, sore, my tits bouncing, sliding back and forth on the cold marble, nipples hard and chilled. My pussy hot, sensations of pleasure pulsing through my belly.

My pussy focusing hard. Pleasure centered behind my clit. Moans and groans growing louder. an orgasm building, Fast. A strange man's cock slamming my cervix, balls slapping my ass. Orgasm close. A knock at the door. An angry female demanding entry. My hand on his ass keeping him pumping. Harder faster. A screech threw clenched teeth, warm cum flooding my pussy as I grip the vanity and grind my face into the mirror cumming hard and gasping. More knocking. we need a minute.

We dress hurriedly. Sneak out past a pissed off line of people. Disapproving looks from the women, lecherous looks from the men. A shocked look from a couple my husband and I know. I hang my head and hope they are drunk and forgetful.

Quick exchange of phone numbers and a hasty good bye. My husband giving me the look. My pussy dripping cum. His cum, running down my thighs. No panties. The smell of sex in the air. My pussy sated. Me embarrassed. Promises never to do it again. We leave. I get cleaned up. Apologize for embarrassing him. He takes the blame. Should have kept me under control. Tells me not to worry. Our business is our business. He make long slow love to me. I love him more than life itself.