That Company Dinner That Ended VERY Differently

It was just another company dinner. Me in a tight black dress, him in a suit, and that tension that had been building up every time we'd cross paths at the office for months. We talked during dinner, toasted, our hands "accidentally" brushed against each other several times.

After dinner we all went to a nightclub. Loud music, dark lights, drinks flowing and his hand “accidentally” resting a little too low on my back every time he leaned in to talk. One more drink, one more joke whispered in my ear, and I already knew this night wasn’t going to end with just dancing.​

He was the one who whispered “come to the bathroom with me.” I followed, fully aware of what I was doing. Inside the stall, I dropped to my knees, unbuttoned his pants and found a hard cock that had clearly been waiting for this. I started sucking him slowly, looking up at him while he grabbed my hair and fucked my mouth in the middle of the club.​

He came in my mouth and I swallowed every drop, licking him clean like nothing had happened. We walked out of the bathroom and back into our “normal” married lives, like good coworkers.

But the best part came later: going home, looking my husband in the eyes and telling him, detail by detail, how I got on my knees for another man, how he filled my mouth and how much I enjoyed it. Watching my husband get hard just from hearing it, feeling his breathing change as I described the scene, was almost as hot as the blowjob itself.​

Yes, I’m married. He’s married too. And my husband gets insanely turned on when I tell him how other men use me, fuck me and cum in me. Could you listen to a story like that without touching yourself?

Has anyone else had an experience like this? ? Tell me in the comments...