Junior Exec

Okay, I'll admit it. I'm a trophy wife. My husband is 76 and has a son one year older than me. He wanted arm candy and I was it some years back. I'm 48 now and my entire life is devoted to maintaining my looks. Call me vain but that's just the way it is.

So hubby was in New York on business. I went to a gallery opening here in L.A. The artist was about 25, I'd guess, lean and handsome and intense.

Another admission; I drank too much wine at the opening. The artist suggested I come back to his loft with some friends for an after-party type deal and I agreed.

The loft was lit only by a few candles. Another artist had just come back from Mexico and brought some tequila that was the best stuff I ever tasted. I probably had too much of that on top of the wine I'd had at the opening but I felt fabulous. I thought I could see a couple fucking over in a dim corner but it didn't offend me at all. In fact, it got me sort of damp downstairs.

Several of us were sitting around a coffee table-type area, I was on a futon next to the artist, when he took my hand in his and placed it on his thigh. I felt a really hard, fairly large cock through the denim. A jolt of heat shot through me like an electric shock.

Before I knew it, the conversation was rolling along just as it had been but his cock was out of his jeans and I was fondling it. Nobody seemed to notice but it was one of the most erotic scenes I could imagine, sitting there with half a dozen other people watching and carrying on a very normal conversation while I stroked his unbelievably hard rod.

I don't know what came over me. I was wearing a strapless little black dress, no bra, and a black thong. I stood, pulled my dress up around my waist, tugged my thong aside and lowered myself onto his pole. I'm pretty tight and it filled me perfectly as I let my weight settle on it. The artist reached around and pulled the top of my dress down and began to handle my breasts as I slowly wiggled my butt around and massaged his rod internally. AND THE CONVERSATION kept on flowing. It was a situation I could never have imagined but oh my God, I was gushing and my nipples were harder than they'd been since I was a teenager. I played with my clit while he started to thrust up into me and I came within minutes, flinging my head from side to side and biting my lips to avoid screaming and interrupting the very interesting conversation. I reached down past his balls and found his anus and started to massage it with a pussy-wetted finger and he loved it. He scooted his weight a little forward so that my finger went up his ass and he thrust upward with all his strength and I squeezed him inside my pussy and he came long and hard. I guess he was less inhibited than me, he moaned loudly. The people sitting three feet away watched and smiled in the candle light and kept on having a brilliant dialogue.

I collapsed back onto the futon and cleaned up his cock and balls with my tongue. Later than night, I sat in an easy chair with my legs thrown back over the arms while he ate me out and then pounded into me for at least 30 minutes before his second orgasm. I had four.

I spent the night there in the loft with him and several other couples. Somebody got on top of me during the night and woke me up with another grand pounding and I had a screaming multiple. I think it was the artist but I'm not totally sure. LOL