Naughty, Extra-Marital Affair Erotica
"Getting a Raise," a sex story by DirtyMartini
One of the positive benefits of getting a divorce after nearly
twenty years of marriage was my newfound freedom. I had always wanted to move
to the city, but my wife was a die-hard country girl. During our marriage we
compromised by living in the suburbs. Now that I was single again I had the
chance to move back to the city where I could take advantage of the seemingly
unlimited singles bars and endless numbers of available women. My one daughter
remained with my ex, so it was no problem for me to move into a one-bedroom
bachelor pad I easily found. I was in my element, again. I loved every second.
Since I was a very fit, athletic 45-year-old, I had no trouble meeting and
dating younger women, which made me feel more alive than I had been used to
feeling after years in a boring marriage. My experience and contacts in the
business world made it easy for me to land a decent managerial position in a
promising young startup company. The owner was an associate of an old friend of
mine and I was told nothing but good could come of me taking this job.
Everything seemed perfect and my life was right on track.
The job entailed working long hours at first. It was in an industry that I was
unfamiliar with, though the work itself was for the most part second nature. My
boss was the biggest workaholic I had ever met. John seemingly never left the
office. This company was his baby and he was utterly determined to make it
work, whatever it took. I felt the need to balance work and play, a need he
didn't seem to have. So, it was a bit of a surprise when one day he suggested
we get together for a night on the town. The party would include my new
girlfriend Joyce, myself, and John and his wife. I had never even imagined he
had time for a wife. John was the type of guy who never even took the time for
a proper lunch, preferring to run around the office with a sandwich hanging out
of his mouth.
John suggested we all meet that evening at a local bar for a
few drinks then head on over to a cozy Italian restaurant he knew of. Sounded
great to me. I called Joyce and she approved. I told her to dress casual and
meet me at the bar at six.
John and I tied up the loose ends at the end of the day and headed over to the
bar as planned. John, as usual, had on his jacket and tie. (I can't recall ever
seeing him even loosen his tie.) I had on my work clothes with the sleeves
rolled up on my dress shirt, exposing my muscular forearms. Joyce liked
touching my forearms, reminding me that all of those years of reverse curls had
not been in vain.
John and I were the first to show up at the bar. It was shortly before six. I
was standing at the bar with my pint of Guinness when Joyce walked in a few
minutes later.
"I see you had no trouble finding the place," I said as she walked
up.
"Oh, I've been here before."
Joyce looked hot in her shirt and tight-fitting blue jeans. The fit of her
jeans accentuated every curve of her young butt and lovely legs. I introduced
her to John. He gave me a sly nod of approval.
"Play a game of pool while we wait for John's wife?" I asked. I
really just wanted to see Joyce bending over the pool table in those tight
jeans, though I did like playing the game.
We started the match and I easily took the lead, though I really didn't care. I
got more of a reward watching Joyce lean over the pool table as I sipped my
pint of Guinness. She casually touched my forearms after almost every shot.
After a few minutes John remarked, "Ah, look who's here." John’s wife
had shown up.
Not exactly expecting much, I turned around and almost spilled my drink down my
pants. I was greeted by the most heavenly sight I had seen in some time, and I
had seen quite a few sights in my day. Standing before me was a five foot
seven, blue-eyed beauty with dark red hair. She had on a T-shirt and tight
skirt. Her perfectly applied lipstick matched her nails and her open toed
heels. She introduced herself as Debbie. Various thoughts immediately ran
through my head, none of which would have furthered my career.
"Can I play the winner?" she asked. Her question made me glad I had
spent a significant portion of my misspent youth hanging out in pool halls, as
I was way ahead of Joyce in this game.
"Sure," I said, unable to say much else as I felt the blood run out
of my brain and head further south. I felt a mild bulge in my pants as my cock
strained against my zipper.
Debbie had a level of charm and a sense of style that was too good to have come
naturally. I had no doubt she practiced her moves in front of the mirror at
home. She was that good. Lord knows she had the time, with John away at work
fourteen hours a day. I wondered what a girl this heavenly could possibly see
in John. John was a decent guy, but he looked like the only lifting he ever did
was lifting the phone to his ear at work. Surely Debbie deserves better, I said to myself.
I had no trouble winning my game with Joyce. Debbie grabbed her cue as I began
to break. I made an impressive looking break but didn't sink a thing. I thought
of something that I'd like to sink.
Debbie leaned forward to make her shot. As she bent over the pool table her
shirt crept up, revealing the small of her back. I had a perfect view. It was
heavenly. As she leaned forward I felt like rubbing my pool stick along her
perfect butt. Actually, that wasn't the only stick I wanted to slide along her
butt. She finished her shot and she passed by me, casually touching my forearm.
I was smitten. I sprung a boner so quick I felt like a teenager watching the
girls' basketball team back in junior high. After two months on the job, I was
finally getting a raise. But not from the boss, from the boss's wife.
We had a couple more drinks before we all got into a cab and headed uptown to
the restaurant. Debbie's unrelenting charm and casual glances my way left no
doubt in my mind we were each thinking the same thing. This girl was hot enough
to melt the sun, and had a natural sexiness that was no doubt coming to a boil
after years of relative neglect being left alone for so much of her days. I
could only imagine how much pent up sexual energy this woman contained. My mind
was racing and my crotch was throbbing. It was hard for me to resist telling
the cabby to stop at the nearest hotel so Debbie and I could get off. I would
have liked to get off all right. My skin was crawling as the desire built up in
me. I felt like a lion at feeding time. Man, was my mind working overtime.
We finally arrived at the restaurant and headed in. Debbie smiled my way from
time to time. She had a gorgeous grin and perfect white teeth. We were seated
in short order at a cozy table for four. I sat across from Debbie. Joyce was to
my left; John was seated to my right.
The waiter introduced himself as he brought over our menus. We ordered a bottle
of red wine and continued our conversation. John was especially talkative. He
had probably not been in a social situation in some time. Joyce was relatively
quiet and Debbie continued to be her hot, sexy, playful self.
After a couple of glasses of the very nice, dry red wine, I could contain my
urges no more. Debbie's sly glances my way as she played with her auburn
tresses were a clear invitation for me to make a move. I really felt like
knocking the wineglasses off the table and taking Debbie right there, while her
husband and Joyce watched.
What’s the worst that could happen? I thought. I could always move out of
town and get a paper route or something, worse comes to worse.
I knew what to do. I casually slipped my left foot out of my
boat shoe and slipped my foot under Debbie's skirt. She gave a startled look,
followed by a big grin. I worked my big toe along her thigh up to her crotch
and under her panties. I started to toe fuck her very gently at first, sliding
my sock-covered toe up and down her ever wetter slit. I could see by her
expression that she was thoroughly enjoying every minute of getting toe fucked
under the table while her husband went on about the price of crude oil in South
America or something. I gently massaged her clit with my big toe while my other
toes teased her womanhood. I could feel the moisture permeating my sock. After
a few minutes I pulled back. I felt like reaching down and touching my toes and
running my fingers under my nose. I wanted to smell this woman's scent so bad.
In a few moments Debbie excused herself. I wondered if I should follow her, but
John started talking to me about something and I hesitated. John's words went
in one ear and out the other. I could see his lips move, but my mind was a
million miles away. I looked at John with his thinning hair and skinny arms and
thought, What a lucky bastard. If I had
a wife like his I would be home every night at five bearing gifts as she
greeted me with open arms, and legs.
Just as I attempted to get up, for about the tenth time in the last five
minutes, Debbie walked back. She seated herself with an extra-devilish grin on
her face. I tried not to stare at her, though I wanted to so bad. In a moment I
felt something on my lap. I glanced down thinking that maybe my napkin had fallen
off my lap. It was Debbie's white panties.
I carefully unfolded the undergarment. I noticed she had
kissed them just above the wet spot. I tried not to be obvious as I carefully
concealed them in my napkin. Oh, I wanted to reach down and smell them, but I
had to be careful. I did have a lot to lose, but oh so much to gain.
I carefully and as unobtrusively as possible raised the napkin containing the
panties to my face. I opened it just enough so that Debbie, and no one else,
could see me sniff her gift. I quickly wiped them under my nose and kissed the
lipstick spot before lowering the napkin back onto my lap. Debbie had an
ear-to-ear grin on her face that would have been enough to give me a rock solid
hard-on if I didn't already have one.
After more wine, dinner, and Debbie just looking so damn scorching hot, I had
to make another move. I excused myself from the table and walked out into the
lobby. Either Debbie would follow me out, or I would have to take matters into
my own hands. I felt like a rabbit on Viagra after an oyster dinner. Sure
enough, after about two minutes, Debbie appeared. Without saying a word, I
grabbed her hand and led her out the door.
We ducked into an alley about two doors down. I quickly undid
my belt and dropped my pants. My throbbing cock sprang to life. It had been
waiting for this moment for the last two hours. Debbie bent over and took it
all in her mouth like a pro. As she applied her tongue to the sensitive
underside just below the head, I almost came. She grabbed my shaft and stroked
me up and down. When she sensed I was about to shoot my load, she stopped
stroking and pulled down, tightening the foreskin around the head. She removed
her mouth and tilted her head back, allowing me to shoot my warm cream all over
her face and into her lovely auburn hair. I was in ecstasy. I wiped the come
off her pretty face and she licked my fingers one by one in a slow, deliberate
manner that, by itself, would have caused me to come if I hadn't just shot my
load.
"Let me clean up your hair," I said. I removed her panties from my
right pants’ pocket. The lipstick color on my cock matched the lipstick color
on the panties. I got what I could out of her hair with her panties, then put
them back in my pocket.
"We should go back in. I'll go in first. I'll say I saw you on the phone
if anyone asks," I told her. "By the way, I think it best if this is
it. We both have way too much at stake," I added.
She nodded in agreement as I pulled up my pants and headed back in the
restaurant. When I got to the table John was still ranting about the price of
soybeans in Lithuania or something as Joyce pretended to be interested.
"Did you see my wife?" John asked after I sat down.
"I saw her just outside the door. I believe she was on the phone," I
answered. Debbie came back a few minutes later.
"My sister says hello," she said as she looked at John. Wow, she has
a sister, I thought to myself.
A couple of days later I was sitting at my desk. It was late afternoon and the
phone rang. I picked it up and a familiar voice was on the other end.
"Hello there," the voice said.
"Do you want me to get John?" I asked.
"No, I need you."
An hour later I was heading out the door. I was rolling up my sleeves when John
asked, "Big night tonight?"
"Ah, something like that.” I walked out the door with a sly grin on my
face.
Originally published April 2011