Adultery Desiring Another Man's Wife by xleglover-Completed

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Desiring Another Man's Wife Ch. 02

I couldn't get my mind off Monique. I masturbated more than once fantasizing about her, and the next time Jen and I made love, I orgasmed thinking of Monique.

I was still mad at Victor for groping Jen, but it also mystified me why he'd risk a pass at another woman when he had a wife like Monique. Don't get me wrong. My wife is pretty, and she keeps in shape. Her breasts are shapely (although small), her stomach is flat, and she has great legs.

But Monique is something else. While Jen is pretty in a cute kind of way, Monique's beauty is sensual and sophisticated. While Jen is slim and petite, Monique is curvy and voluptuous.

My wife dresses conservatively. She usually wears pants, and when she wears a skirt it goes to her knees. She never wears tight jeans or snug sweaters. Her lingerie is full coverage, cotton bras and panties. She never dresses to take advantage of her best features -- her tight ass and long legs. I've encouraged her to dress nicer, but she never has. The funny thing is, Jen's not a prude. I wasn't her first lover. She doesn't mind giving me head, and she likes watching porn with me. It's just not in my wife's nature to think about dressing sexy.

I couldn't stop thinking about Monique. I remembered the charge I felt when I realized Monique was braless under her strapless dress. I don't think Jen's ever gone braless. And the feel of Monique's garter belt as my hand rested on her waist, and the glimpses I got of Monique's stocking tops.

The next club mixer was a week away. I felt guilty for thinking so much about Monique, so I took some money out of the bank and encouraged Jen to get a new outfit for the event. The night of the mixer, I barely managed to hide my disappointment when Jen walked out of our bedroom. She had bought another shapeless, knee length black dress. I inwardly sighed, knowing with certainly what she wore underneath. Black cotton bra, black cotton panties, and black pantyhose. But I was encouraged when I saw Jen's new shoes. Usually she wears flats or low heeled pumps. But she had bought black patent leather high heels. They must have been 2 or even 3 inches high. Not exactly fuck-me-pumps, but sexier than she'd ever worn before, and they made her shapely legs look even better.

Victor and Monique greeted us as soon as we walked into the crowded club, and they insisted we sit at their table. Things were a little awkward at first, but after a few drinks the tension seemed to pass.

I had trouble keeping my eyes off Monique. She wore a tight black satin dress that was held up by two thin spaghetti straps. The dress ended around mid thigh, and her long legs were encased in sheer black stockings. The dress was so tight I could clearly see the bumps of her garter straps. I was grateful for the floor length table cloth, to hide the tent in my pants. I feared Jen would notice all my glances at Monique, but thankfully her attention seemed drawn elsewhere.

I had just raised my glass to my lips, when I felt a sharp object press against the soft leather of my shoe. I immediately recognized the pressure as the stiletto of a high heel. Was Jen playing with me under the table? She hadn't done anything like that before. I looked at my wife across the table. She and Victor were talking, her expression serious. It wasn't her.

But that meant it was Monique. I glanced at her. She looked at me briefly, but then turned away, a smile on her face. It WAS her!

I pictured in my mind her shoes. They were black stilettos, like the ones Jen had just purchased, but higher, maybe 4 inches, and they showed a lot of toe cleavage. The reality of Monique pressing those sexy heels against me got me even harder.

As if to read my thoughts, Monique dug her stiletto hard into my shoe, so hard I almost yelped in pain. The pressure eased, leaving me feeling disappointed. But then I felt the pointy toe of Monique's heels touch my ankle. Monique slowly ran that pointy toe up the leg of my pants, moving up past my sock until it pressed against the bare skin of my calf. My cock throbbed in my pants. She touched me like that for a few minutes, and then she pulled away. I thought the game had ended, and part of me was glad, as my heart pounded so wildly I feared a heart attack.

But then I felt her touch again. But when I realized what she was doing I almost came in my pants. She had slipped off her shoe, and now her stockinged foot was traveling up my pants leg. My cock pressed so hard against my pants it hurt. For the next 15 minutes, Monique caressed me with her foot. Chills ran up my spine as she scrapped the seam of her stockings that ran along her toes over my bare skin.

I feared Jen would notice my heavy breathing, and the beads of sweat on my forehead. Thankfully she was still distracted by her conversation with Victor.

Abruptly, Jen pulled her chair back and got up. "I have to go to the ladies room," she said, looking a little flushed.

"I'll go with you," said Monique cheerfully. Monique hesitated a moment -- I knew she was putting her heels back on under the table -- and then she walked with Jen to the ladies room.

I felt awkward around Victor, having played footsies with his wife just moments ago. He looked at me, and I prepared myself for his accusations.

But then he smiled, and leaned across the table, like he wanted to share a secret. "My wife is very attracted to you," he said.

I blushed red, shocked at his words and embarrassed at being caught. "What? I'm not sure what you're talking about."

"It's okay Mike," he said, still smiling. "No need to worry, I'm cool. Monique and I have an arrangement."

"What do you mean?" I asked, knowing how stupid I must sound.

"An arrangement. I suppose you'd call it an open marriage."

"An open marriage?" I said, shocked. "You mean, you and Monique sleep with other people?"

"Well, not sleep," Victor said, laughing. "But I think you get the picture."

Victor's tone became serious. "Like I said, Monique's attracted to you. Really attracted to you. I mean, you're all she's talked about since we met you. And I'm fairly certain you're attracted to her. So, if you'd like to get together with her, I'd be okay with that."

I was momentarily speechless, not believing a woman as alluring and sensuous as Monique could be attracted to me. "Don't you get jealous? Your wife, attracted to another man? Having sex with another man?"

Victor shrugged. "Like I said, we have an open marriage. It works both ways."

My eyes narrowed. "Soooo ... you'd want to sleep with Jen?"

He shook his head. "It doesn't have to be that way. I'm attracted to your wife, sure, she's cute. But if she's not into it, or if you'd rather not tell her, then it could be just you and Monique." He smiled conspiratorially at me. "Mike, to tell you the truth, Monique's insatiable; she wants sex all the time. You'd be doing me a favor by spending the night with her. I'd hit the ESPN club and have a few beers and watch the game."