Page 62 of His Wife

“So,” said the Irishman, winking, “Am I right, close, or completely off?”

Lisa smiled, “Pretty close, actually. I’m a movie producer. Well, I was. I’m taking a bit of a break now to figure out -you know- who I am outside of work.”

“I get it,” said the Irishman, “it’s not easy being a woman. Choices you have to make, having to put one life on hold for another and vice versa. No your sex does not have it easy at all.”

“What are you? Some kind of angel who can read minds? Or are you the perfect gentleman?” she inquired.

He laughed. “I must say I’ve never been called an angel, and it’s been a while since the world ‘gentleman’ was used to describe me.”

Lisa smiled.

“But I used to be a cop,” he said.

“Really?” So it’s true! Cops really CAN read people well.

“Yeah, back in Ireland. And I understand what’s it’s like to be a career woman. You always have to choose. And then hope that you made the right choice. And it doesn’t matter if you did or didn’t. All that matters is that you have to live with it.”

Lisa smiled once more. True!

“But come on,” he said, “there’s no way many men haven’t tried and failed to lock you down.”

“How about another drink?” she asked.

With that, he signaled the barmaid once more.

“I came close once when I was in my twenties - and before you say anything, a lady never tells her age. His name was Ron. We even picked a date, but a week or so before the wedding, I decided that I loved my career and who I wanted to be more than I loved him.”

“And now?” he inquired.

“Now what?”

“How’d you feel now?”

“I feel like… I feel really horny.”

The Irishman choked a little on his drink as Lisa uttered those beautiful words. But he quickly recovered his charm. “Well I’m sure that we can do something about that.”

*

Lisa pulled him into the dingy toilet cubicle, locked the door behind her and began to passionately kiss him. Soon his hands reached down to the small of her back, landing perfectly -like a pilot on a runway- on her ass.

Soon she broke away from the kiss as she turned around, finally handing over all control to him. He slowly reached his hands down her pants as he kissed her neck, slowly at first than more and more aggressively, in tune with her increasing moaning.

This is it, she thought. It’s finally going to happen. His hands slipped into her sheer silk underwear. She could feel his fingers dancing down over her clit. Her breath grew heavier, thicker, and hungrier with excitement from his firm yet soothing touch. With his other hand, he began to gently caress her breasts through her shirt. She felt herself letting go for a moment of sheer bliss. But who is he? She tried to ignore the anxiety that was creeping into her mind.

Both his hands were now on her hips, and in a determined move they slipped her pants down. In another move he turned her ass towards himself. She took support from the wall as she felt his hands fondling her breasts, then her ass. She wondered if she was wet. Probably. It’s not how she’d imagined this would go down, but then this was new territory. She had never really known what to expect.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw pants falling to the floor. As he pressed himself towards her, kissing her neck, she found herself biting her lips in anticipation. This was it, there’s no going back now, she thought. It wasn’t the way she’d dreamed it would be, but in this moment she realized how much she wanted it. There was that small grain of anxiety left, but she placed that in the back of her mind and felt herself spreading her legs for him. He was guiding his dick to her happy place, missing at first, stroking up against her inner thighs. His dick felt hot against her thighs. She wanted to feel him inside her.

Too high now he pushed up against her rectum.

“Oh…” she screamed in pleasure and agony as she felt herself closing up a bit. She looked over her shoulder.

He leaned forward and kissed her. “Sorry” he said. She could feel his dick sliding over her pussy. She was spreading her legs further still now, trembling. But he wasn’t sliding inside her. He was fumbling. Suddenly his hot dick was pressing against her anus instead and with a jerk she involuntary closed her legs a bit. Was something wrong? Was she not wet enough? Was he drunk? He was still fumbling, not getting anywhere. She decided to turn around and face him instead.

Placing one foot on the toilet to make it easy for him to enter, she pulled him towards her. Up close against her now, they kissed, hard, their tongues dancing. He pressed his dick against her pussy. Still not sliding in. At this point she started to feel anxious again. This is not working out. Maybe I should start with a blowjob, she thought

As she got on her knees to pleasure his long, thick cock with her juicy warm mouth, regret and shame suddenly washed all over her. What the hell am I doing here? she wondered.

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