Adultery Desiring Another Man's Wife by xleglover-Completed

[Ramesh_Rocky]

The next few days were strained between me and Jen. By unspoken agreement we didn't talk about what we did behind closed doors with Victor and Monique. Seeing my wife with another man bothered me too much, and I sensed my being with another woman bothered Jen as well.

I rationalized our swinging as a phase we were going through. We were still young, and it was good to get these things out of our system. But, as far as I was concerned, this phase of our marriage was over.

I had asked Jen when she had bought the new dress and lingerie. Jen told me Victor had bought them for her, and sent them to her office. That made me furious. I didn't like another man buying my wife clothes, and sending them to her behind my back. But I hid my anger, knowing I had no right to be mad given what I had done with Monique.

Monique was a jaw-dropping beauty; there was no doubt about that. But it was Jen I kept thinking about. She had looked incredible in that tight black dress, and the recent memory of her shapely legs in the black thigh high stockings was etched in my mind. Maybe in the years of our marriage I had forgotten how sexy and pretty my wife was. Maybe instead of asking Jen to wear tight skirts and garter belts, I should have bought them for her, and then she would have worn them for me, like she had for Victor.

Monique was something else. A part of me – okay, a big part – still lusted over her. But having to share my wife with Victor was too high a price to pay. I decided to quit the country club, and end our relationship with Victor and Monique.

I closed my office door and took the elevator down to my car. We went down 5 floors, and then 3 people got in, two guys my age and a young collegegirl. The girl wore a sweet pink bow in her long dark hair, and a college uniform, with a jacket over a crisp white blouse and a short pleated skirt. The skirt was short and the girl had shapely, long legs. She wore white, knee high socks and classic saddle shoes. I felt guilty for ogling such a young girl, but I saw the other two guys were salivating over her as well.

The 2 guys got off the elevator, leaving me alone with the young girl. Seeing only a partial profile, she looked to be 15 or 16. "Jail-bait," I thought to myself, silently chuckling.

Then the girl turned to me, and my heart skipped a beat. It was Monique!

She smiled at me. "Do you like?" she asked as she sweetly pirouetted on her tip toes. "You said you liked young college girls, remember?"

I stood speechless. Monique must have been in her mid-thirties, but with the pink bow in her hair and no make-up, she easily passed for a high college freshman or sophomore.

I looked at her again, my eyes moving from the pink bow in her hair, to the saddle shoes on her feet. She looked exactly like a college girl returning home from college. But looking closer, I saw subtle differences. Her white blouse was conservatively buttoned almost to her neck, but the material was so light, I could see the lace of her white bra. Her skirt was shorter than what a real high collegeer would wear, not even falling to mid-thigh. And she wore ultra sheer nude stockings. Were they pantyhose, or could she possibly be wearing a garter belt under such an innocent outfit?

"Oh, my shoe's come untied," she said, moving one leg in front of the other. "Could you tie it for me?"

As in a hypnotic dream, I pushed the HOLD button on the elevator, and then got on my knees and tied her shoe. As I did she rubbed her calf against my cheek. The feel of her college girl knee high socks against my skin sent shivers down my spine. I ran my hands over her newly tied saddle shoe, over her white knee high sock, and then onto her knees, feeling the silkiness of the sheer nude nylons.

"You're a naughty man," she said in a college girl voice as she pressed her stocking-clad thigh against my face. "You shouldn't be touching me like that."

I kissed her silky thigh, while my hands traveled up her shapely leg. She pressed the toe of her saddle shoe against my crotch, making me grimace with pain but also shudder with pleasure.

"What are you doing?" she said, feigning shock and fear as my hands passed the lacy tops of her stockings and moved to her bare thighs above. She WAS wearing thigh highs and a garter belt! Monique rubbed my hard-on with the sole of her saddle shoe, the feel of the classic college girl shoe being more erotic than the stiletto of a Manolo Blanik fuck-me-pump.

I pushed her skirt up to reveal lacy white panties that no doubt matched her bra. I saw with satisfaction that her panties were damp, her clit forming a camel toe in the soft material.

"No, no," Monique protested as I pulled her panties aside and darted my tongue between the folds of her hairless pussy. "No, don't do that," she said as I pulled one of her shapely legs over my shoulder, opening her wider for my exploring tongue.

"No, stop touching me there, it's naughty," she moaned as I licked her clit. "No, it's bad, it's bad," she protested as she cradled the back of my head with her hands and pulled me closer to her. Suddenly Monique's body tensed and I felt her shudder as an orgasm ripped through her body.

"You little slut," I sneered, enjoying this college girl fantasy. "You liked that, didn't you? You liked my tongue on your clit. You liked it so much you came."

"No, no," Monique said as she pretended to sob. "I've never done that before."

"Liar!" I tore open her blouse, the little white buttons flying everywhere. I squeezed her large tits in my hands. "You're a little slut, a whore, you let all the boys touch you. Next you'll say you've never let anyone touch these before."

"I haven't!" she said, pretending to cry. "Stop, please, stop," she said, but through her bra I could feel her nipples stiffening.

I reached down and ripped off her panties. Then I pulled one of her legs to my side, at the same time unzipping my pants and pulling out by hard dick.

"No, no," Monique begged, feeling my erection against her. "I'm saving myself for my husband. Please don't."

I shoved my cock into Monique's wet pussy. My lust consumed me, like a wildfire burning unchecked through a field of dry grass. Monique was magnificent! It felt like I was really fucking a college girl! Fucking a virgin!

"Please, don't shoot inside me," Monique the young college girl begged. "Don't make me pregnant. Please!"

"Then swallow my cum!" I said cruelly. I pulled out and roughly pushed Monique to her knees, and forced my cock into her mouth. I gripped Monique's silky dark hair as I savagely fucked her beautiful face, and when I came I stayed deep inside her mouth, pressing her nose against my pubic hairs, forcing her to swallow all of my jism.

After I came I staggered backwards, my fall stopped only by the elevator wall. It had been the best sex I had ever had.

Monique stood up and giggled. "Wow, you DO really like college girls, don't you?"

Still panting, I looked down at her knees. Despite just coming, I felt my lust returning. Monique followed my eyes, and smiled knowingly. She bent over and ran her fingertips along her knees.

She pouted. "You were so rough with me," she said, again in her college girl voice. "You made me tear my stockings." She teasingly ran her red nails along the runs. "Look how laddered they are, I won't be able to wear them again."

She pouted again. "Will you buy me new ones?"

I nodded, and she smiled. She bent down again, and pulled up her white knee high socks. They had gathered around her slim ankles during our fucking. I watched her and grew rock hard again.

She played with her blouse, which was ruined, its buttons still scattered on the floor. "Would you like me to wear this again?" she asked almost shyly.

I could only nod, my throat too dry to speak. She snuggled close to me and whispered in my ear, "I'll only wear it for you ... never for Victor."

Then she got on her knees again, and cradled by hard cock between the baby soft flesh of her large breasts. It flashed through my mind that Jen had never given me a tit fucking; her breasts were too small.

Reading my mind, Monique looked into my eyes. "Jen can never give you what I can give you."