Adultery Pandora's Box by xleglover

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Chapter 1


Jen texted her husband Mike: "I can't believe I let you talk me into this!"

Her iPhone vibrated a moment later. "Relax and have fun, I know you find this guy attractive" the screen said. She serendipitously glanced around the crowded bar. She didn't see her husband, but knew he was watching. She nervously returned her attention to the man sitting next to her.

"Is everything okay?" Tony said.
"That was my husband."
"Is he meeting you here?"

Jen knew this was the moment of truth. If she said "Yes, he'll be here in a few minutes" then Tony would likely leave and look for another girl to hit on. But instead she stuck to the script she'd practiced with Mike. "Um, no, he's away. He travels a lot for business. I just got off work and thought I'd have a glass of wine before going home."

Tony smiled understandingly, although with a trace of delight and eagerness. "Hey, I get that. I'm on a business trip myself, been away for over two weeks now. It gets lonely." He looked Jen up and down, and not for the first time. Man she was good looking! Blonde and petite, pretty face. Small tits from the look of it, but she had great legs, and he thought he saw the telltale bumps of a garter belt under her skirt. He adjusted in his chair to ease the discomfort of his hardening cock.

Mike's heart pounded as he watched the stranger hit on his wife. It hadn't taken long for Jen to attract male attention, but he'd known it wouldn't. Only a mile from the airport, this hotel bar had the well-deserved reputation as a meat market for business travelers. With his wife's looks, she always attracted male attention, and in a place like this it was like a pretty goldfish in a tank of hungry sharks.

He watched with growing excitement as the stranger flirted with his wife. It was obvious he was good with women, because he soon had Jen laughing and engaged in an animated conversation. The bar was so crowded and loud their faces practically touched as they talked. Seeing them like that, it wasn't too hard for Mike to imagine them kissing, and the thought made his cock throb. The stranger stood up and spoke into Jen's ear. Jen smiled and nodded, and let the stranger lead her to the dance floor. They danced a couple of fast songs, and then the DJ played a slow song. The stranger smiled charmingly and opened his arms, clearly inviting her to continue their dance. Jen nodded, and the stranger wrapped his arms around her waist. Mike was practically lightheaded seeing his wife in another man's arms. Of course he'd seen her dance with friends at parties, but this was something entirely different. This was a pickup bar, and she was in the arms of a stranger who was obviously trying to seduce her and take her to his bed. Mike's cock was so hard it hurt.
Tony liked the feel of Jen's body. She was firm and tight. With his hands around her waist, he clearly felt a garter belt under her dress. Also, he'd brushed his fingers along her back, and he hadn't felt a bra strap. A pretty blonde, braless and wearing a garter belt and stockings. He felt like he'd won the lottery! His cock was pitching a tent in his pants, and she didn't pull away when he pressed against her. Clearly this married slut was looking to get fucked.

Jen's body tingled, especially between her legs. Mike had guessed right, she was attracted to Tony. He was tall and ruggedly handsome, and as they slow danced she could tell he kept in shape because his arms and chest were muscular and hard. She hadn't expected him to be so charming. She felt tipsy from the wine and aroused by Tony's body and his hands on her. By now she was sure he knew what she was wearing (and not wearing ) under her dress. Going braless and wearing stockings had been Mike's idea of course. Going braless had the added effect of stimulating her nipples as they brushed against the fabric of her dress.

As Tony pressed his erection against her he felt bigger than her husband. Jen had to suppress the sudden urge to reach between their bodies and touch him. Married women weren't supposed to think like this, but they weren't supposed to go to pick up bars alone either, or dance with handsome men not their husband. She felt like a coed again, dancing with someone she'd met at a frat party. She'd had a few one night stands ... not a lot, but one or two -- okay, four -- and this felt like one of those times --slow dancing with a really hot guy after drinking too much. Tony pressed his cheek against hers, saying something into her ear. It was so loud she couldn't hear, so she reflexively turned her head towards his, and as she did her lips brushed against his.

Not missing a beat, Tony leaned in and pressed his lips against Jen's. He kissed her softly. The first one was brief, like putting a foot in the pool to test the water. When Jen didn't pull away, he leaned in and kissed her again. This time his mouth opened, and after a moment Jen's did too. He gently pulled her closer, and they explored each other's mouths, abandoning any pretense of dancing. Jen put her arms around Tony's neck (moving from his waist), and Tony caressed her back. His cock throbbed as he quickly confirmed the lack of a bra strap.
Jen felt lightheaded and dizzy. Things were going too fast. She hadn't been with another man since meeting Mike over 5 years ago. And yet here she was, making out with a man she'd just met in the middle of a bar, and loving every second of it. She couldn't remember the last time she felt so turned on.

Mike clenched his fists. What the hell was she doing? Letting a complete stranger kiss her, grope her? In the middle of a bar? What if someone we know walks in? It wasn't supposed to be like this. Just flirting, maybe a little touching. But not this! What the fuck?! He's squeezing her ass. Now he's reaching under her skirt. Isn't she going to stop him? Fuck, he's raising her skirt. Mike's eyes bulged as his wife's lacy stocking tops and then the straps of her garter belt came into view. This was too much, he had to stop it.

Tony caressed the heavy lace of Jen's stocking tops and felt ready to explode in his pants. Then he ran his fingers along the straps of her garter belt, feeling the pretty blonde shiver as his fingers touched her bare skin. Normally he didn't grope a girl like this in public, but he couldn't resist with this hottie. She had a tight body and soft lips, and the fact she went braless and wore stockings made her irresistible. He couldn't wait to sink his big cock into her pussy.

Just then he felt someone pull Jen away from his grasp. "What the fuck?!" he yelled.
"Get away from her, she's my wife!" Mike barked.
"Mike ..." Jen gasped as if coming out of a trance.
"I thought you said he was away!" Tony growled accusingly at Jen.

Mike didn't give his wife time to respond. He roughly grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the bar. They'd earlier gotten a room in the hotel, so he dragged her there and threw her onto the bed. As she fell onto the bed her skirt flared up and bunched around her waist. Mike leered hungrily at his wife. Not only was she wearing stockings and a garter belt, but she wasn't wearing any panties. Only the thin material of her dress had been between Tony's hands and her most private parts, her breasts and pussy that were supposed to be exclusively his. "You slut!" he growled with passion and anger as he took his cock out of his pants. "You dirty cheating slut!" She was so wet he easily entered her with a single thrust. He growled profanities as he fucked her hard, calling her a slut, a cock tease, a cheat, a whore.

"Oh god yes, I'm so bad, I'm a slut," Jen cried back, gripping the sheets as her husband fucked her hard. The married couple often talked dirty while fucking, especially when they role played about Jen with another man, although this had been the first time they'd ever actually done something for real, and they both were more excited than ever before.

Mike reached behind her and fumbled with the zipper, and then pushed the dress off her shoulders and down her body so it bundled like a belt around her waist. He leered at her braless tits. "Did you want him to feel your tits, is that why you didn't wear a bra?" Mike sneered. "Did you want him to finger you, is that why you didn't wear panties?"

"Yeah, I'm so bad, I wanted to feel his hands on me, I wish he had felt my breasts, I wanted him to, when he reached under my skirt I thought I would die, I wanted him to rub me, but you stopped him before he could do that, oh god why did you stop him?"

Mike's dark lust clouded his misgivings about how far Jen had let the stranger get with her. "I wish I hadn't," he admitted. "I wish I'd let him get his hands all the way up your skirt. He'd probably cum in his pants when he found out you weren't wearing panties."

"He knew I wasn't wearing a bra," Jen said. "The way he touched my back, I could tell he was seeing if I was wearing one."
"He probably could tell the way your hard nipples pressed against his chest."

Jen moaned at the memory. "Yeah, he probably could, my nipples were so hard, and so was his chest, god he had a nice body."

"You slut, you liked his body, huh, his hard muscular body, and what about his cock, could you feel his cock, did you rub him you dirty slut?"

"I wanted to, god I wanted to so much, he felt so good pressed against me, so big and hard, I could tell he was bigger than you."

"Ugh god," Mike groaned , grimacing and willing himself not to cum. From all their role playing Jen knew exactly how to push his buttons, knew exactly what turned him on, and the fact it was real this time thrilled him to no end. "You wanted to fuck him, didn't you? You would have gone up to his room if he had asked, wouldn't you?"

"God yes! I would have let him fuck me! I would have let him fuck me, and I wouldn't make him wear a condom, I'd let him cum inside me and get me pregnant, and then you'd have to watch my belly get big with his baby!"

"Fuck!" Mike cried, and he lunged into his wife and came, shooting his sperm into her pussy, and his timing was perfect because just then Jen came too, her manicured toes curling in her high heels.

The married couple lay panting in each other's arms. Mike pulled out and rolled to his wife's side, and they looked into each other's eyes, their faces serious as they contemplated the reality and consequences of what they had just done. Then suddenly they broke out into giggles and laughter.

"Oh my god I can't believe we just did that!" Jen exclaimed in amazement.

"I know, god you were unbelievable! " Mike thought about how, for years, they'd role played about Jen with other men, and how lately with increasing intensity he'd been urging her to make their bedroom fantasies a reality. "I told you it'd be fun," he teased.

"Ok, I admit it, you were right," she conceded.

A few moments passed, and then Mike said frowning, "I was kind of surprised by how far you let him get with you."

Jen heard her husband's judgmental tone and immediately got defensive. "What do you mean?" she asked warily.

Mike knew he was on shaky ground. Jen had a fierce, short fuse temper. "Well, I mean, dancing was okay, but you went way beyond that."

Jen took a deep breath to control her anger, but she couldn't hide her impatience or exasperation. "You're joking, right? For years you make me role play, pretend you're someone else while we make love, you make me read all those" -- and Jen air quoted -- "'hot wife' stories on the internet, and then you practically beg me for months to go to a bar and let a stranger hit on me while you watch, and when I finally give in and do what you want, now you get mad at me because I let him get too far? I mean, hello? Don't you think you should have thought of that when you sent me alone to a pick up bar?"

"Okay, okay, you're right. I'm just saying it surprised me. I mean, I thought it would be just some flirting. But tongue kissing? And letting him up your skirt? You weren't even wearing panties and you let him up your skirt."

"I wasn't wearing a bra either!" Jen said frustrated, her anger boiling over. "And I wore a garter belt and stockings and fuck me pumps. And I wore a short dress that showed my cleavage! Why did I dress this way? Because you wanted me to! You told me what to wear! And you could have stopped it anytime! You saw him kissing me, you saw him moving his hands under my dress! You could have stopped him, but you didn't! Don't put this on me, Mike!"

"Okay, okay, you're right," Mike conceded, trying to calm her down. Silence followed, with Mike trying to reconcile his conflicting feelings of jealousy and lust, and Jen fuming about her husband's hypocritical attitude.

"So ...," Mike began sheepishly, "would you really have slept with him?"

Jen scowled at her husband. "Yes, I would have!" she said immediately, hoping to make him feel bad.

"Really?" Mike asked wide-eyed.

Jen's anger melted a little, charmed by the boyish expression on her husband's face. She thought back to how she'd felt on the dance floor with Tony, how hot he'd gotten her, how it'd reminded her of her adventurous, carefree college days. "I don't know," she admitted contemplatively. "If I was still single ... maybe ... probably. "

"And now?" Mike pressed excitedly, squeezing her left hand and twirling her wedding ring. "If I hadn't stopped him?"

Jen heard the excitement in her husband's voice and saw the tent he was making in the sheets. In an accusatory way she pulled back the covers to reveal his hard-on. "You can't decide if I went too far with Tony, or not far enough, can you?" she said impatiently.

"That's his name -- Tony?" Mike said anxiously.

"Yes, Tony. Why?" Her annoyance was boiling over. "You think I'd let him kiss and touch me, without even knowing his name? You think I'm that much of a slut?"

Mike knew the conversation was going in a bad direction, but he didn't know what to say. "I ... I love you," he said giving her a safe answer.

Jen narrowed her eyes. She wasn't going to let him off that easily. "You love me because I'm a slut, is that it?" she asked like challenge, daring him to say something he'd regret.

"No, it's not that!" Mike protested. He didn't know how to explain it. His wife was a knock out. He saw how men always looked at her. He knew Jen was a few notches above him in the looks department, and to this day he couldn't understand why she picked him over all the other guys pursuing her. Tonight had been thrilling, but it had also magnified his insecurities. The way she'd reacted to Tony, had so easily succumbed to him.... Finally he blurted out the question he'd been thinking about all night. "Have you ever cheated on me?"
The non-sequitur startled her. "What?"

"You're so sexy. I see how men look at you. It's always been that way. And the way you acted tonight ... you were so easy ..."

Jen's eyes narrowed. "You think I'm easy?" she said with barely suppressed anger.

"No, of course not," Mike said immediately. This was not going well at all. "It's just --"

Jen looked into his puppy dog eyes and decided to give him a pass on this one. "Shut up!" she yelled. "Before you say something else stupid." Then she softly pressed her finger against his lips to take the edge off what she'd just said. "Hush," she said in a softer voice. It'd been a crazy, thrilling evening, and she didn't want to end it in an argument. He was still hard. She ran her fingers across his chest. She was still annoyed with him, but took hold of his hard shaft. "You know you owe me big time after tonight, don't you?" she said with a somewhat forced smile. "I think this week I'll buy that Louis Vuitton purse I've been looking at, you know the really expensive one." She smiled a real smile this time seeing the panic on her husband's face -- it was outrageously expensive but she had coveted it for a long time and she deserved it after tonight. Then she did the surefire act that women since the dawn of time did to their men to end an argument. She leaned over and took him into her mouth.