My Danish Wife -
I've been an avid reader of this blog and was just waiting for the perfect scenario to take place before sharing with the group.
Firstly, a little background about my hotwife. She is strikingly beautiful and, being of Danish heritage, completely uninhibited sexually. I do encourage her naughty behavior as it is such a turn on.
About a month ago, my wife had a scheduled company dinner in downtown Manhattan to celebrate another successful industry meeting that they host each year in Southern California. As I kissed her goodbye that morning, I left her with 'Have yourself a VERY good time tonight'. She winked at me and drove away.
A fabulously hot new Japanese restaurant was selected by the CEO for the evening's celebration. About a dozen senior executives attended but no one present that my wife has the slightest interest in sexually. As the evening progressed with multiple rounds of sake and wine, everyone got loose and hands were wandering above and BELOW the table. I think all this touchy feely, along with the flowing alcholol, got my wife primed for the events that were about to unfold...
The dinner ended and the collective group headed for the exits. As they approached the front door, the tall, dashingly handsome restaurant manager stood there eyeing my wife up and down which was not unnoticed by her collegues. 'Did you see the way he was undressing you with his eyes?' a female colleague remarked as they settled by the street outside. 'Pretty hard to miss' replied my wife as they all competed to hail a cab. As the yellow taxis were few and far between, my wife joined the CEO for a ride back to corporate headquartrers to retrieve their cars in the garage.
As they arrived, my wife realized she had forgotten her computer bag back at the restaurant but the CEO had other ideas. 'Come up to my office, I have something to show you' whispered her boss. They took the elevator to the penthouse executive suite and almost immediately, the CEO made a pass at my wife. Ever the diplomat, she passed on his advances and quickly headed down to the garage to make a bee line back to the restaurant.
As she drove she began thinking about the suave, debonair, restaurant manager and wondered if she would see him again. Pulling up to the front entrance, there he stood, looking even better than she remembered when she left less than an hour ago. By now it was late and the restaurant was just in the early stages of closing for the night.
The manager opened the door for her, and she said she needed to get her bag at the coat check. He asked one of the bouncers to watch her car, and he escorted her back into the restaurant. 'Please come have a quick drink with me' said the manager to my wife. Feeling frisky, she agreed.
Walking to the bar, the restaurant manager said he couldn't stop thinking about her since she left and was pleasantly surprised by her return. 'Was this an accident' he thought but would keep that to himself until later.
Over cocktails, the manager (who was just my wife's type - tall, dark and VERY handsome) confided that he would love nothing more than to see her gorgeous body naked. Feeling a little tipsy from the night's imbibing, my wife replied, 'OK, but where?'. He replied that he was about to take a sweep of the upstairs lounge to be sure all the patrons had left and instructed her to 'Follow me.'
At this point, my wife had a plan which our restaurant manager would experience first hand. As they made their way down a long corridor, they came upon the most tucked away and private ladies rooms. As he placed the red velvet rope behind them, he encouraged her to visit the ladies room where she can have total privacy.
My wife entered the ladies room and immediately went into one of the private stalls. A minute later, my wife heard the door to the ladies room open and, she assumed, the manager had entered. As he stood with his arms crossed at the row of sinks, the door to the stall opened and out walk my wife....COMPLETELY NAKED! His mouth fell agape and all he could muster was 'Oh...my....God!'. She walked right up to him, dropped to her knees, and pulled out his now raging hard on out of his pants. As she sucked him, she pulled off his pants and underpants and her said, "I want to fuck you.' She replied, 'OK, you've got 10 minutes as my car is running outside and I have to get home to my husband'.
He immediately got out a condom which he put on, he turned my wife around and had her lean over the sink and counter. At this point he reached around, grabbed her breasts and thrust his hard cock into her cunt. Within minutes, he came violently in my wife's pussy.
As he removed himself, he picked her up, placed her on the counter, spread her legs and licked her to her own massive orgasm.
In exactly 10 minutes since first entering the ladies room, they exited without anyone in the know.
As they walked out the front door to her car, the manager leaned over, gave her a kiss on the cheek and whispered, 'Next time I am going to fuck your ass'. My wife just smiled, took his phone number and drove away.
My wife crawled in bed at 4:00 a.m. and I asked her how her night went. She grabbed my hand and placed it between her legs. She asked, 'How do you think?' I immediately became hard and she mounted me, telling me in great detail about the night's steamy and naughty events.
As I came, she said to me, 'Next weekend I've made arrangements to meet the manager at the restaurant so he can follow through with his last wish as we departed. You will go in ahead of me, get yourself a seat at the bar, and I will come in later. You can watch as the manager whisks me away to the upstairs bar, and you can watch me return all disheveled after he has my way with me while you can only imagine what I am up to.
Next week can't come quick enough. I have some pics of her at the beach we visited this summer but I can't show her face for professional reasons or any part of her that might give her identity away. Her job is very public and the company would be in trouble so I hope these do.
OakleyBoy
