The next morning, we woke up early together in bed, naked. We kissed and fondled each other side by side stroking each other's cocks. We were horny enough that morning to be fully erect and staring at each other until we could both come. But when I asked him to let me get him off, he said we should save it for later.
We went to hotel gym instead and worked out together. He looked almost effortless in his routine and when he ran, I panted and wheezed to keep up with him. I loved watching him lift weights and do pull-ups. I wanted to ravish him right there. I wondered if the other men in the gym saw me admiring him or knew we were together. Afterwards, we had a massage, followed by brunch in our robes. It was a perfect way to spend the morning. He was glowing.
In the room, he had a third box waiting for me. This time, black satin panties, a satin garter belt. and sheer thigh high stockings. He asked me to wear them under the clothes that he bought me. I went to the bathroom and cleaned up down there, shaved, and put on the lingerie for him. He twirled me by the hand as I walked by him, admiring me. I felt sexy. He said we again had plans again for the day.
We got dressed and went out to an afternoon opera. He knew a lot of people at the event, he smiled and schools hands, then he would introduce me to every one of them. I bashfully said hello and shook hands. I felt so self-conscious with my underwear underneath my clothing. It was obvious that several of the men we met were gay; and I knew they were all looking at me, wondering who I was. During the performance, his hand was on my thigh. No one noticed, but it thrilled me. I could feel him playing with the seam of my thigh highs under my pants. he smiled at me occasionally and I sighed and sank into my seat.
After the performance, we were invited to the directors beautiful townhouse for a small party. My man into introduced me to a new group of people. The bartender served drinks and everyone began braking into groups to talk. I stayed on my own until one older gentleman introduced me to himself. He had glasses and balding, but was well-dressed and handsome. He was a a little effeminate, but he had very manly features. He shook my hand and then proceeded to grill me on my knowledge on opera and the arts. He seems pleased with my answers and laughed at my lame little jokes. It wasn't until a few more minutes that I relied he was flirting with me, leaning into me to talk. He asked me where I lived and worked, and where I liked to eat in the city. We drank our wine and talked. I felt completely at ease with him after threes drinks and we chatted for more than an hour.
I excused myself and went upstairs to use the bathroom and take a break. When I came out of the bathroom, my new gentleman was standing right there. He walked right up to me, very close to me, and said he wondered where I went. Soon, he had backed me up into the bathroom and locked the door behind him. He pulled me to him and kissed me. At first,I wanted to pull away, but it quickly, and strangely, felt really good. He was a great kissed and had his hands on my back and ass. The wine and flirting had gone to my head and I remembered that I had the sexy underwear on. He had me pinned to the wall, kissing me and grinding into me. He said we would need to be quick and he turned me around. He rubbed his crotch in my ass and pulled up my shirt, rubbing my nipples and kissing my neck. He turned my head to kiss him able he undid my belt and pants. They dropped to the floor, showing my panties and stockings. He stopped, surprised, and asked why I was wearing them. He smiled and don't expect an answer.
He rubbed my clock in the panties and I became full erect, poking out the top of my underwear. He kissed my neck and stroked me in my panties. Then, he pulled them down and bent me over the sink, rubbing hand lotion on my hole. I tried to turn to kiss him or help him, but he put me back with my hands on the sink. He shoved into me with force. It was slippery and he slid right in, but hurt at first. He was big. I reached between my legs and could feel that he had somehow put on a condom. He started fucking me, bent over my back to kiss my ear. I started to moan and he covered my mouth, shushing me. He then held my waist and picked up speed, moving smoothly in and out. I was white hot, holding the sink and closing my eyes. I could feel myself building up to come. Soon, he was pushing harder and faster. He panted a bit and then lurched against me, coming in the condom inside me. I came all over the front I the sink, spilling out in several motions. When he pulled out, he whimpered slightly. Then, he turned me and kissed me gain with force. He told me it was our secret and gave me his business card with his mobile number penciled on it. He worked five blocks from my office. Call me, whenever he gets bored with you, he said and he quickly kissed me on the mouth and then ducked downstairs.
I cleaned up and headed downstairs. My man was out in the backyard talking with others. He saw me and smiled and waved. I suddenly felt terrible for what I had done. I was so confused and now exhausted from the wine and an orgasm. My legs felt weak. My man came back in the house and grabbed my hand, asking me to go back to the hotel with him. I was spent, but agreed. We grabbed a taxi and headed back, holding hands in the cab, but not talking. I briefly fell asleep next to him. He wok me and then pulled me out of the taxi and led me to the elevator.
Inside the hotel room, he was just as aggressive as my new friend at the party. He kissed me forcefully, tearing off my shirts and pants. I wrapped a leg a round him as he pinned me against the wall, kissing me and feeling me up. He rubbed my ass, kissed my neck and chest. I stroked his cock, which was hard as a rock. I suddenly was very into it and was going to prove myself to him.
He pushed me towards the bedroom and I lay down on my stomach, spreading my legs. He kissed my back and then my ass in the panties. He told me to keep them on. Soon, he was lubing me up. I had cleaned up from my previous bout, but I was nervous. He then pushed my panties aside and entered me, me face down, legs spread. He stroked evenly and moaned out loud. He leaned into my ear and whispered that he loved me and had wanted me all day long. We fucked for awhile and he pulled out. He lied on his back and I straddled him. I pulled my panties aside and grabbed his hard, wet cock and slowly sank down onto it. I had to work to get my balance, then I sank down onto him. He moaned and I picked up a rhythm to fuck him. Soon, I was still and he began fucking me from underneath. His eyes were closed and he looked so handsome. I was glad my friend at the party had worn a condom, I only wanted my man inside me. He rubbed my thighs and fucked harder and harder, edging himself until at last he gave up and jolted upwards into an orgasm. I could feel him leaking onto my underwear. I pulled him out of me and leaned forward to kiss him.
My man pulled me on top of him and kissed me. I want you to come, he said to me. But, I couldn't. Despite the kisses and stroking and feeling me up, I couldn't come for him. I was exhausted and spent. I fell asleep and slept a long time. When I woke up, it was 1 in the morning and my man was reading a book next to me in bed. he smiled at me and asked if i was OK. I was still in my lingerie. My head was clear and I felt much better. I decided not to tell my man about the sex at the party. I sat up and kissed him hard. I said I was great. He smiled and pulled em to him. We kissed and laughed together. Soon he pulled off my panties and garter. Kiss me, I said. he did. Stroke me, I said. He did. Oh god, my make me come, I said. He stroked me and kissed me. I was building, feeling sexy in my stockings next to him. I was hard and his hands expertly stroked up and down my cock. I was warm, sensual, passionate for him. I said I loved him. I had never said that before. he kissed me and I came with him stroking me. I moaned and whimpered and then stared at him. I do, you know, I said. He stared at me and smiled. He kissed me. We spent the next hour kissing and rolling together in bed.
I woke up on Sunday. There were no more boxes. Our checkout time was at noon. I went to the bathroom and gathered up all the lingerie and piled it up on the bed. I showered, dressed, and packed my bag. My man woke up and stared at me. I bought these for you, he said. I told him our rule. I can't take anything home. The same with the clothes, I said. I then took of the ring and gave it to him. He nodded and said he would bring them back to me. Then he asked me about taking bites back with me and said I had a love bite on my shoulder. I flashed blank for a second and then remembered the man at the party; he had sunk his teeth into me during our sex. I sat on the bed and told him everything. He nodded. He said he understood. He knew the man, someone he had known for awhile. He said I was his type: younger, new, confused. I asked him if he trusted me and he laughed. You're married and I'm single, he said. We sneak chats, emails, and phone calls, he said. I can trust you as much as possible, but we have things to work on together. He handed me the ring and closed it in my hand. keep it, he said. Keep it with you and when you're ready and set up on your own, I will be here for you, he said. He also said he really loved our wedding ceremony. He kissed me again. I picked up my back and headed out the door. I walked out into the city and knew I had choices to make. I put the ring in my pocket and walked to the train.