It was Saturday night and my husband and I were obligated to attend a cocktail party given by one of his clients.  My husband, Brian, is a prominent real estate attorney.  His firm represents a huge property developer.  The cocktail party was a celebration of a very profitable deal that had finally closed for them.  As I pulled my black silk sheath over my head, I resigned myself to boring conversation and a long evening. As I zipped my dress, I glanced at myself in the mirror over the sink. The black silk glided over my body, sculpting itself to every curve. I’m not thin by any means. What I am is curvy, from my 42C breasts down over my hips to my ass. The sheath barely hung to mid-thigh. Slipping my feet into my three-inch black heels, I felt like I was definitely dressing for my own pleasure and not for the party.

As I fastened my sterling silver choker around my neck, Brian walked in and stopped. His smile was instant. Neither of us really wanted to go to this party but it wasn’t exactly optional. Brian walked up behind me, his hands grabbing my hips and pulling me back against him. He was already semi-erect. As he pressed his hips into my ass, I felt his cock rising and getting harder in his suit. His right hand moved down and across my stomach, slowing inching it’s way to the dip between my thighs. As his fingers pulled my dress up slowly, I leaned my head back against his shoulder. Brian’s left hand moved down and slid between my thighs. As the tip of his fingers touched the top of my slit, I closed my eyes and bit my lower lip.

“No panties yet. And so wet.” Brian was whispering against my ear as his fingers dipped lower between my legs. Using just the tips of his fingers, he rubbed my pussy gently, giving me just enough pressure so I could feel him. As his fingers moved up and down my lips, his thumb pressed lightly against my clit, which was already hardening.  He flattened his hand slightly, his cufflink cutting into my skin just above my pussy. I hardly felt it. His fingers pushed inside my lips, his thumb applied more pressure to my clit. In slow circles, he rotated his thumb over my clit.  I moaned and arched. His hand, holding my dress up, wrapped itself around my waist, pressing me to him. His fingers moved in faster circles. Just as I felt an orgasm start, Brian stopped all movement. I moaned, begging him to move his fingers.

Slowly, Brian flexed his wrist, moving his fingers up and down my pussy.  As he kissed my neck, he slid his middle finger inside my pussy and withdrew it slowly. Four more times he inserted and withdrew his finger. On the fifth insertion, he pushed two fingers inside me. “Rub your clit. Touch yourself while I fuck you.” His voice was low against my ear. Following his instructions, I slid my hand down between my legs. As Brian stroked my pussy, fucking me slowly with his two fingers, I pressed my fingers to my clit and rubbed frantically.  My fingers hummed over my hard nub. Brian’s fingers stroked faster and faster, diving deeper and deeper into my tunnel.  I was moaning, writhing against him. His cock was hard against me but still tucked safely in his pants. “Cum, baby. Cum for me.” He whispered it over and over again in my ear. As his