Desiring Another Man's Wife Ch. 06

For days after that first meeting with Victor, Jen cursed herself for being so easily manipulated. My god, here she was, happily married, with Michael just in the other room, and she exposes herself to a stranger, and lets him fondle and finger her. Where was her good sense? What was it about Victor? Why had she given in so easily to him? She knew she was attractive, and guys still hit on her, even now after being married. She had never had problems fending off those guys, or been tempted by any of them. Why had she let Victor get so far? The thought of Victor made her tingle. He had almost made her cum. She felt indignant at Victor's nerve, and angry at herself for her weakness. But also disappointment, because he pulled away before she climaxed? Feeling guilty, Jen shook her head to get the thought out of her mind. She wanted to be a faithful wife, and wanting another man to finger her to orgasm was just as bad as sleeping with him. Michael wanted to go to the next club mixer, and he gave her money to buy a new outfit. "You're so wonderful for going to these mixers with me," he had told her. "Here's some money -- why don't you treat yourself to a new outfit?" Jen dreaded the thought of another club mixer, and the possibility of seeing Victor again. But networking at the club was important for Michael's job, so she reluctantly went to the mall to buy a new outfit. She browsed through the party dresses with the plunging necklines, and the skirts that were way too short. She knew Michael would love it if she wore sexy clothes like that. He was constantly encouraging her to dress sexier, but it just wasn't her. Growing up with two older brothers, she had always been a little tom-boyish, and felt more comfortable in jeans than dresses. She had never needed to dress sexy to attract guys. With her pretty face, silky blonde hair, and toned, athletic body, she never lacked for suitors. Victor's words echoed in her head. "I want you to wear shorter skirts and higher heels." Remembering Victor's words made her shudder. He was so confident, so commanding, unlike any man she had ever known. Impulsively, Jen quickly picked out a turtleneck, mini-skirt and high heels, and hurriedly paid for them before she lost her nerve. At home and feeling nervous, Jen tried on the new outfit. The clingy turtleneck molded itself around her breasts, and the tight mini-skirt ended around mid-thigh. She hadn't worn anything so short since her high school cheerleader outfit. The high heels weren't that high -- only about 2 or 3 inches-- but they were the highest she had ever worn, and she had to practice for over 30 minutes to walk without stumbling. She looked in the mirror again, and considered what jewelry she'd wear. Maybe the long pearl necklace Michael had given her as a wedding present. She imagined how pleased Victor would be when he saw the string of pearls dangling between her perky breasts. Then, suddenly, she felt like crying, as the realization of what she was doing hit her like a physical blow. She had picked out the sexy outfit with Victor in mind, not her husband. Now she was picking out jewelry to please Victor, and she was even thinking of wearing the pearls Michael had given her on their wedding day. She sat on the edge of the bed, her guilt overwhelming. "What am I doing?" she asked herself. Her eyes fell to her long legs. When she sat, the tight skirt hiked higher up her thighs so it fell just inches below her pussy. She had lost her summer tan, so her legs had returned to their natural smooth white tone. Despite her guilty feelings, Jen imagined how Victor's dark black hand would look against her white skin. She imagined Victor's hand on her knee, and moving up her thigh, moving under her skirt. She remembered how it felt when Victor cupped her pussy, his insistent fingers edging around her panties and entering her. Jen scooted up to lay on the bed. She covered her face with her hands. "What am I doing?" she asked herself again. Then, after long guilty moments, she gave into her body's urges, reaching down to pull up her new skirt, and then inserting her hand down her panties. "Oh god," she moaned as she rubbed her clit. With her other hand she squeezed her breasts, and with her eyes clenched shut, she fantasized about Victor fingering and fondling her. On Saturday, Jen pulled out a black dress to wear to the mixer. She wasn't going to give into Victor's demands. The new outfit was hidden in her closet. She planned to wear that for Michael sometime, when they went out alone. After putting on her dress and pantyhose, Jen stepped into her low heel pumps. She looked into the mirror and sighed. She remembered how fashionable all the girls dressed at the club. She went back into her closet and pulled out the new high heels, and slipped them on. She looked in the mirror, and noticed how the high stilettos made her legs look even longer and shapelier. The dress buttoned up the front. She hesitated, then impulsively unbuttoned three of the lower buttons to reveal more of her legs, and then hurried out of the bedroom before losing her nerve. "You look lovely," Victor said admiringly an hour later as he held Jen's chair, his eyes on her legs. Jen smiled reluctantly at the compliment, not entirely happy at the prospect of dining with Victor and Monique. They had little choice but to share a table with the couple, given how welcoming they had been as she and Michael had entered the club. Jen did her best to hold down her skirt but, like any dress, it hiked up her legs as she sat. "Very nice," Victor said approvingly over Jen's shoulder. He bent over so his lips almost touched her ear. "I don't think I've ever seen legs so shapely and alluring." Jen blushed and looked away. "Are those new heels?" Victor asked after sitting down. "You're so kind, to wear them for me." Jen flushed. "You think so much of yourself," she said sharply, hoping Victor wouldn't notice her redden cheeks. "Yes, for your information, they are new, but I bought them to wear for my husband." "Okay, okay," Victor said laughing, holding up his hands in mock surrender. Then his tone turned serious. "Next time I see you, I want you wearing a shorter skirt." His stare turned harder. "But not before then." Jen looked indignant. "I'll wear what my husband wants me to wear, when he wants me to wear it," she said angrily. Victor laughed again, but it was a cruel laugh. "Is that right? He likes you to wear dresses that do their best to hide your charms? I suppose that's why he pays so much attention to Monique." Jen frowned as she looked at Michael and Monique. They were talking to each other, their heads close, completely oblivious to the rest of the world. As if reading her mind, Victor smiled. "Don't mind them. The purpose of the club is to socialize, to form bonds and friendships. For example, take those two men over there," Victor gestured to the adjacent table. "Mark and Greg. I'm certain they'd love to get to know you better." Jen glanced to her right, and saw two well dressed guys looking at her. They were older, in their thirties, and looked like brokers or attorneys. They sat across from their chatting, pleasantly plump wives. The guys were checking her out, spending a lot of time looking up and down her body. Jen looked away quickly. She couldn't believe they were leering at her with their wives sitting so near. Victor leaned closer. Jen shuddered as she felt his hot breath tickle her neck. "You see, you're forming a new friendship with Mark and Greg," he whispered into her ear. "Now you need to bond with them. Cross your legs, and as you do, allow your dress to ride up your thighs." Jen looked disbelieving at Victor. "You can't be serious." Victor smiled, but his eyes were intent and humorless. "Do as I say," he said in a low but commanding voice. Jen hesitated. But once again, she felt caught in Victor's spell, mesmerized, her will melting under this intense gaze. As if in a dream, she slowly crossed her legs. With Victor's command echoing in her head, she didn't try to stop her skirt as it parted where she had unbuttoned it, falling away to exposed her to mid-thigh. "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 schoolgirl, 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." 9838 2.52/512345