His Wife, His Slut, Her Fantasy

Her heart leaped, her head throbbed. What was she about to do? Was she sure of this? As she stepped inside the hotel lift, nervously fidgeting with her purse strap, she wondered why was she doing this. She didn’t need to do it for sure. There was no pressure at all. Her short black dress was looking lovely on her and her lipstick and makeup very subtle.

A bellboy crossed her way, and she wondered if he could guess what she was up to. Her hands were drenched with sweat as she rang to doorbell; a middle-aged man, dressed fully in a formal suit, opened the door, with a sly smile. She nervously fidgeted as the man sat on the sofa and tapped his fingers impatiently.

He snapped his fingers and she flinched. With a matter of seconds, she took off her dress. She was wearing no underwear. His smouldering gaze made her wonder if he would just jump at her unceremoniously.

Instead he stood up with a soft smirk on his lips, poured her a glass of wine and offered it to her. As she shook her head nervously in a no, his smile softened a bit. He kept her glass aside, sipped a bit from his glass, and then started circling her very slowly. He tapped between her feet till she spread herself wide open. He gently lifted her arms and raised and turned them behind her neck.

For what seemed like an endless time, he kept observing her. He sipped his wine, ate a grape or two and occasionally changed her position a bit. His constant smirk made her feel strangely objectified but in a deeply arousing way.

Eventually, he pointed to the table where a thick wad of cash lay in an envelope and spoke one word, “Leave”.

She dressed up, adjusted her makeup, picked up the envelope and left.

Back in the car, with trembling hands, she dialled a number on her phone and whispered in a barely audible voice, “Thank you husband”.

Back in the hotel room, his smirk mellowed into a smile of love as he saw a number flash on his screen. He heard the other side before speaking softly, “Anything to fulfil your fantasy, wife”.

He looked at his wrist watch. He needed to be home in 30 minutes. She would be waiting for him.

asmi

I am a fun person who gets to watch porn for research. I have written books about BDSM and these days I love writing here in my newly discovered bindaas and Besharam style. Any questions, fantasies you want to have stories written about, or confessions to share, do drop me a line :)

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