Adultery Desiring Another Man's Wife by xleglover-Completed

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"You see, that wasn't difficult was it? Now then, let your high heel dangle from your toes."

"What?"

"You heard me," Victor said simply.

Jen inwardly sighed. Feeling silly, she gently flexed her foot so the shoe fell off her heel, then dangling the high heel shoe from her toe. As she did, Victor kept an eye on Mark and Greg, and smiled. "Very good, Jennifer. You have their full attention." Curious, Jen surreptitiously glanced at the two men. To her surprise, they were both practically panting, their eyes ogling her legs.

Victor chuckled at the surprised look on Jen's face. "You didn't realize you were such a tease?"

"I'm not a tease," Jen shot back.

"Perhaps not ... at least not yet. But it arouses you, doesn't it, to turn them on?"

"No, it doesn't," Jen insisted. But she couldn't deny the familiar tingling she felt in her panties. She felt ashamed and angry. "Why are you doing this?" she asked exasperated. "Why do you play these games?"

"Games?" Victor laughed dismissively. "Jennifer, making you expose your legs barely qualifies as a game. This, however ..." Victor reached over and placed his hand on Jen's thigh.

"... this might be worthy of a game."

Jen almost jumped as she felt Victor's hand on her leg. She looked down at her lap and almost shuddered at the sight of his large black hand on her thigh. It looked just like she had imagined in her fantasy. "Please, take your hand away ..." she whispered, stifling a moan as Victor caressed her inner thigh.

"Fingering you as Mark and Greg watch would be fun."

"... please stop ..." Jen pleaded as Victor's fingers trailed up her leg and disappeared under her dress.

"I'm sure they would enjoy watching your face as you came."

"... my husband will see!"

Victor raised an eyebrow, looking amused. "I think Mike's attention is drawn elsewhere."

Jen glanced at her husband and saw with a stab of jealousy that Victor was right. Michael seemed completely captivated by Monique.

"In any case, no one can see except for Mark and Greg."

Jen looked around nervously, and realized Victor was right. Due to the orientation of the room, only Mark and Greg could see underneath their side of the table.

"I want you to take your hand off me," Jen said as sternly as she could, trying to keep her voice from shaking as Victor continued to caress her.

"Did you fantasize about me this week?" Victor asked as if Jen hadn't spoken.

"What?"

"You heard me. Did you think about me while Mike fucked you? Did you fantasize about me while playing with yourself?"

"No, of course I didn't," Jen lied, realizing she had replied too quickly. Victor smiled knowingly, and Jen looked away, feeling like a little girl caught telling a lie.

"Jennifer, are you wet?"

"No, I'm not," Jen said exasperated. "Now take ---"

Suddenly Victor's hand moved further up her skirt until his fingers touched her panties.

"You lied to me," Victor said scowling as he fingered Jen's soaking panties. "Never lie to me, Jennifer."

"Stop!" Jen gasped in an urgent whisper, covering Victor's hand with hers. She stole a glance at Mark and Greg. They both had huge tents in their pants, and Mark was even rubbing himself. Victor continued to finger her, pushing her towards an orgasm. She couldn't cum with Mark and Greg watching, it would be too humiliating. "Please," Jen begged, "I won't lie to you again, I promise, just stop."

Victor stopped fingering her, but didn't pull his hand away. Smiling triumphantly, he eyed Mark and Greg. "They're wondering if your husband is going to let me fuck you."

Jen stared at Victor in horror. "You're crazy," she chided him. "Michael would never let you have me."

Victor smiled. "Are you sure?" he asked, gesturing across the table. "Are you sure he wouldn't give you to me, if I let him have Monique?"

Jen glanced across the table, her heart sinking as she saw the two of them laugh, their faces so close together to be almost touching. "Never," she insisted somewhat weakly, feeling less confident.

"You thought about me this week, didn't you? You wore those new shoes for me?"

"No," Jen said, repeating her earlier denial. "Not you. I wore them for my husband."

Victor shook his head. "Jennifer, I told you not to lie to me."

Jen felt Victor move his fingers again, edging around the edge of her panties and pushing towards her clit. She abruptly pushed her chair back, the commotion causing Michael and Monique to look up in surprise. "I ... ah ... I have to go to the ladies room," she said, hoping Michael wouldn't notice how flushed she looked.

Victor looked into Monique's eyes. She smiled, as if understanding her husband's silent message.

"I'll go with you," she said cheerfully.

Jen felt awkward and angry walking next to the woman who was so clearly trying to seduce her husband. Monique seemed oblivious to Jen's anger, taking Jen's arm in hers and happily chatting like they were best friends.

"I know Victor's attracted to you," Monique said. "I'm not surprised; you're so young and pretty."

Jen pulled away, shocked at Monique's bluntness.

"It's okay, really it is," Monique said quickly, smiling reassuringly. "I don't mind. I just want to warn you." Monique pulled Jen close, smiling conspiratorially. "Don't let him do anal with you."

Jen's eyes grew wide, her mouth gaping open.

"At least not the first time," Monique added quickly, misinterpreting Jen's shock as disappointment. "I mean, Victor's an incredible lover, you'll love it, he really knows how to please a woman. But he's so big. Huge! You'll want to get use to him before you let him up your bum." Monique giggled like a collegegirl, and affectionately squeezed Jen's arm. "I love it too, it feels so good, but I'm just warning you, you won't be able to walk right for a week."