So there she was…

Sitting across the bar, looking directly at me. I told her I would be easy to find. My t-shirt, a dead giveaway for my affiliation with geek references and sci-fi movies. The series didn’t last long but is still a classic within the comic con culture. She made her way over to me and we did the 5 minute catchup like old friends are supposed to. Hello, good to see you, how’s work etc.  

I imagined our bodies were both beginning to feel the combined energy of a physical connection, she looked amazing in her professional attire. Button down blouse, light enough to almost see through. It was well fitting to show the form of her bust with just enough cleavage evident to give a hint, without too much attention seeking. Her skirt was black and thin, finishing just below her knees. Her mid high black pumps showed her rich red toenails and slender feet, that also had the added benefit of posting her ass at just the right angle when she walked. When I followed her to the table, my eyes were glued to her curvy buttocks and I was unable to hide my gaze when she turned and caught me full stare. 

“Like what you see?’ 

Yes I do.- I replied with a cheeky smile.   

“Good…. you managed to get my attention, the other day at the party but I am not so sure why you insisted we meet? Tom thinks it is to discuss something with work but I am not sure exactly what. However, you and Tom have known each other for a long time, and by now I can feel there is a scheme brewing with both of you.  When you want something is like a cat asking for food, you cannot ignore it because it is always present. It’s time to come clean, another boy's fishing trip? Hunting in Alaska? What? What are you two up to, and how much will this be costing us, we have a renovation to finish and it is far over budget already.

This same question had been on my mind for some time now. What exactly was I up to? Tom and I had pretty much grown up together. We both attended the same Uni, I studied science, while Tom pretended to study business and finance while drinking and sleeping his way through a degree.  The four years were marked for him by a string of young pretty but often naive girls, while my focus was on research and how to prove our scientific theories. My only other distraction was Rebecca, a brilliant and beautiful girl who had taken my heart at first glance, and whom I chased the entirety of my degree with equal efforts, although they were largely ignored. I remember wishing she would see me for more than a scientist, and how crushed I felt when returning home late one night to find her naked and in the throws of passion with Tom getting fucked on our flat kitchen table. She locked eyes with me briefly as did Tom, but grabbed his face and demanded “ Dont you stop fucking me”.

I bolted back outside lost in my own remorse and anger. But her shrieks of passion didn't escape anyones ears in the multi story building.  Tom obviously knew how I felt, as I was very vocal with him about my pursuit of Rebecca. But the following day his explanation of the events were revealing. “Hey mate- she straight up came to me and asked to be fucked. I initially refused but she wasn't taking no, and seriously mate, can you blame me? You saw her- she was an animal!” I admitted, My perspective of her was forever changed and I never could see her as the same meek scientist hiding behind her glasses after that day. 

Tom and I parted at the end of the year- both chasing careers in different parts of the world. We remained friends however and chatted monthly, had occasional holidays together, talked shit and drank as boys do. It was at one of these events when Tom brought up Rebecca and retold every detail of their affair that lasted a few brief months. He was apologetic in a way but also…..not. 

Tom you’re now married  to an amazing woman, she is gorgeous, intelligent and everything you could want. Elsie is every man’s dream. 

“Yeah but she doesnt have the primal sexual energy that Rebecca did, she never has, she is always so propper and quiet, reserved and subdued. Our sex is just a task to be done once a month like clockwork,  and aside from our wedding night she hasn’t and wont even consider anythgn other than straight sex, Our passion is dead mate!”

I replied -”Talk to her about it mate- I'm sure she has a wild side, don’t we all? Just let her know what is on your mind, what it is that you want. I have been reading about research in to the female sexual drive, as it turns out they may have an even higher libidi than we do.”  

Tom replied- ‘I just wish that she would loosen up a bit , I don’t care how, I’d gladly walk in on you fucking her on the table just to know that it is a possibility….And she likes you, I can sense it mate”. 

So here I am now…. Looking across a dark table with Elsie, and facing the reality of my own purpose here…. What was it that I was looking for in trying to entice a married woman? Was it the forbiddenness of it all? Was it revenge for watching Tom fuck a girl I had chased for 4 years? Or was it the fact that every time I had seen Elsie, I had secretly imagined what it would be like to undress her, to feel the weight of her against me, to push apart her legs and ease my hand into her moist groin. 

Ok Elsie… I am getting straight to the point. I am honestly turned on by the thought of testing my abilities against another man’s wife. Somehow the thrill of using another mans wife for my own sexual pleasure, and measuring my own skills against others is enticing to say the least..... Tom and I have always been competitive, although in different arenas. My own partner is considering testing similar waters herself finding women attractive and she has had a few experiences. To be honest, I have been mind fuckig you for years, imagining what it would feel like to be inside you. I have imagined your mouth on my cock. I imagined you sucking me till I empty myself into it and then later, tasting remnants of my own cum when we kiss deeply.  I am very physical, and the thrill that comes with laying my hands on your bare body, the slipperiness of  sliding my  fingers deep inside of you knowing full well that you are another man’s wife. I have fantasized about feeling your heartbeat elevate with excitement as I thrust inside you. I have dreamed about your increased breathing and listening to the soft moans and excited gasps when I slide my finger into your ass as we fuck......This is what I desire. I want to test you……. I want to test myself….. I want to find your darkest desires and add fuel to them while we light the matches of forbidness. I mostly, I want to use you in a manner that I would never be comfortable using my own wife, like a complete, and total unhinged slut.....

For the first time I have witnessed Elsie completely at a loss for words……. She was just shocked and although her lips moved…. No sounds escaped. 

“Elsie- Tom also wants me to use you like a slut, he is hoping that in doing so, your mutual sex lives may benefit.” 

I’m going upstairs to a hotel room, here is a key card. Make no mistake, if you leave I will never mention this to anyone. But you sit here and finish this drink before you decide. If you enter the room, Tom is instructed to call your work and let them know you are out of town for an unexpected death in the family for 7 days.  When tom next sees you, I have told him to expect a transformation, including some possible bruising. I have stocked the hotel room with ropes, cuffs, toys and food.  As a man of science, I intend to thoroughly explore every part of your body for the next week, taking detailed notes on what makes you feel amazing. I plan to explore your mouth, your breasts, all of your erogenous zones. I have planned vaginal and anal play, costumes and bondage. Pleasure and pain to see what heightens the experience for you. This will require your complete openness and honesty and equal experimentation. I plan to leave no stone unturned and every part of you must be willing to embark on this adventure. 

Thank you for your time Elsie- If you choose to leave,  I will not visit, call or contact you or Tom again, in this case this is goodbye…….. I do hope to see you upstairs….., I have imagined this for many years and the sexual energy stored with thoughts of you could power a subway. 

-R