Well - not my wife, but a friend's wife (Sarah) who worked at the same firm as me, albeit in another department.
So, the two of us end up being called away to handle a commercial real estate deal in another country. We end up working 14-16 hour days for 2 weeks, and by the end of it all, we're winded. On the last night, while walking back from the conference room, I notice her sitting in the hotel bar by herself having a drink, so I sit with her and we talk. With the alcohol, she's far more relaxed than her usual self, having been on edge the entire week since these kind of deals usually make or break people's careers.
So - she brings up the topic of always bringing a bathing suit to work trips and never getting to use them. I jokingly suggest going for one right now, and she takes me up on the offer. We end up swimming in the hotel pool on the roof. To be frank, I had never looked at her in a sleazy manner (she's my mate's wife, after all), but even in the darkness, the sight of her blonde hair and soft body slick with wetness was..really pleasing. Against my better judgement, I swim up to her as she's lingering by the edge and give her a massage. She's receptive to my touch, and after awhile, she turns and talks to me, her face barely inches from mine. Her fingers slide to my hips, and she pulls me close. The talk starts turning intimate, things like "I really liked working with you this week", "I always thought you were gorgeous", etc.
Eventually, the inevitable happens, and we kiss. Who leaned in on who, I've no idea - it must've just happened. The kiss lasts all of 7 seconds before she pulls away. She tells me that we shouldn't, because she's a good friend of my wife's, and her husband's a good friend of hers - things could get complicated. I agree, and she tells me she wants to head back to her room.
I walk her back to her room - lo and behold - our clients left her a gift basket outside the door: champagne, g****s, chocolate. She invites me in to share it with her, and I tease her for it. "No kissing", "I'm not going to wake up next to you with a headache and bad memories, am I?" We share the champagne on the balcony in bathrobes, and in separate chairs. An hour passes. The night breeze starts coming in, and it's cold. She suggests sitting in the bathroom Jacuzzi to warm up. For some reason, watching her undo her bathrobe in front of me under the bathroom lights turns me on (I genuinely didn't have sex on my mind when I went into the room with her). We share some chocolate in the jacuzzi, and I start getting touchy; out of biological instinct, perhaps. The kissing happens again, and she pushes me away after a few seconds. We kiss one more time, each time I run my hand further up her thigh. She pulls away and chides me. By the third time, she threatens to call my wife, and I relent.
Sarah mutters something about being tired and wanting to go to bed. She gets into the shower and asks me to give her some privacy. By then, my brains have been scrambled by the smell of her perfume and her intoxicating presence. Against my better judgement, I step into the shower with her. She gives a half-hearted nudge on my chest and asks me to leave. I turn her around and kiss behind her neck - she moans. "You're turned on, aren't you?" I ask.
"I've been turned on since we were in the pool."
She doesn't protest when I untie her top, and allows me to feel up her breasts (ample too, like a 34C). We make out beneath the shower for no less than a quarter-hour, and we're so close I can feel her heart thumping in her chest. She allows me to undo her bottoms and slide them off, and returns the favor to me. Each minute, I try to go a bit further with her, slipping my hand down between her legs, but each time she pushes my hand away. Eventually, she leaves the shower and dries off.
I beg her to let me stay the night (pathetic, I know), she's reluctant, but lets me. She slips into bed and I go brush my teeth. As I come out, I notice her wedding ring on the table. I get beneath the sheets with her, and gingerly feel up her body, smiling to myself when it's nothing but bare skin against my fingertips.
"Ah, fuck," she moans, when I brush a fingertip against her nipple, "are you still hard?"
"Why don't you find out?" I answer
The breath catches in my chest when she slips her fingers around my cock and squeezes, but that's all she gives me. Hungry for me, I whisper, "Are you still horny?"
"Why don't you find out?"
My hand begins to tremble as I maneuver my way through the fabric and find the pulsating heat between her legs. She spreads them to allow me to insert a finger into her. Sarah's unimaginably slick, and each millisecond I allowed my finger to linger there, I could feel a multitude of heartbeats pulsing against my bones. The entire thing lasts less than a second before she wrenches my hand from her.
"You don't want to fuck?" I ask.
I can hear her voice breaking as she answers, "No."
We lay there in silence for a minute, before she continues, "I really shouldn't have let this go as far as it should."
I whisper sweet nothings into her ear, and before long, we end up making out again. To cut a long story short, we spend a good hour making out and feeling each other up before she decides it'd be better to get off than to persist in this state of heavy arousal. She makes me work for it - I alternate between giving her oral and masturbating her for about 30 minutes as she comes down from a few climaxes, before she finally gets me off.
I'm raging with arousal by this point - and last a grand total of 5 minutes between her fingers and in her mouth.
Still nice to wake up next to a beautiful blonde though.
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