Straight Female / 42
Bad Bitch Moment
At my husband's office Christmas party last year (2019) there was this cute little redhead that would not take her eyes off of us the whole night. I knew who she was - Nicole. She tried and failed to seduce my man when they went for a conference that year in Denver.
The routine was she got too drunk at the hotel bar, my husband took her to her room and got her water and all that, and she tried to jump him. Always had feelings for him, was too scared to admit it. All that bullshit. My husband isn't 100% innocent, but I know he didn't cheat. He told me everything, and another female coworker confirmed it. I do know he fucked with her head leading up to her attempt to shoot her shot, he's good at that kind of stuff.
So I decide a couple of drinks in I'm going to mess with her myself, see what happens. I steer us over toward her little group and start talking. And I only talk to her. I touch her arm, laugh too loudly at her little jokes and stories, compliment her, the whole "drunk wife having a little too good a time" thing. And slowly I get her away from the group and eventually in his office alone.
I block the door and grab her, pulling her hair back until her mouth pops open and she gasps, then I push her to the floor on her knees. I tell her I know who she is and what she tried to do in Denver, and that it turned me on. I pull up my dress and pull down my black lace underwear, showing her my bush.
I tell her if she still wants him, she can have his cock if she eats my c**t. I grab her hair and pull her around a little bit. She says okay, so quietly I almost didn't hear it. I made her say it louder, them that she wants to eat my c**t. I tell her to open her mouth and stick out her tongue. She does so, looking up at me. I still have a handful of her red hair, so I guide her to my pussy.
And right as I can feel her nervous breath on it, I yank her head away. I tell her she'll never get it, that she's a worthless slut. Her mascara is running, her hair is a mess, she's on her knees. I tell her that is she tells anyone I will bury her, and to stay the fuck away from us and keep her whore eyes to herself.
Checking outside, seeing it clear, I push her out the door and have a wank at my husband's desk. I felt so fucking powerful, came so hard and loud. I didn't care who heard. He came in later, said he saw us move away and that she came back crying and left the party.
I sucked his dick right there, fucking music to my ears.
The routine was she got too drunk at the hotel bar, my husband took her to her room and got her water and all that, and she tried to jump him. Always had feelings for him, was too scared to admit it. All that bullshit. My husband isn't 100% innocent, but I know he didn't cheat. He told me everything, and another female coworker confirmed it. I do know he fucked with her head leading up to her attempt to shoot her shot, he's good at that kind of stuff.
So I decide a couple of drinks in I'm going to mess with her myself, see what happens. I steer us over toward her little group and start talking. And I only talk to her. I touch her arm, laugh too loudly at her little jokes and stories, compliment her, the whole "drunk wife having a little too good a time" thing. And slowly I get her away from the group and eventually in his office alone.
I block the door and grab her, pulling her hair back until her mouth pops open and she gasps, then I push her to the floor on her knees. I tell her I know who she is and what she tried to do in Denver, and that it turned me on. I pull up my dress and pull down my black lace underwear, showing her my bush.
I tell her if she still wants him, she can have his cock if she eats my c**t. I grab her hair and pull her around a little bit. She says okay, so quietly I almost didn't hear it. I made her say it louder, them that she wants to eat my c**t. I tell her to open her mouth and stick out her tongue. She does so, looking up at me. I still have a handful of her red hair, so I guide her to my pussy.
And right as I can feel her nervous breath on it, I yank her head away. I tell her she'll never get it, that she's a worthless slut. Her mascara is running, her hair is a mess, she's on her knees. I tell her that is she tells anyone I will bury her, and to stay the fuck away from us and keep her whore eyes to herself.
Checking outside, seeing it clear, I push her out the door and have a wank at my husband's desk. I felt so fucking powerful, came so hard and loud. I didn't care who heard. He came in later, said he saw us move away and that she came back crying and left the party.
I sucked his dick right there, fucking music to my ears.
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