I felt a jolt of electricity the moment Raef first smiled at..
🕑 Added 2020-09-23 11:39:09 +0000 UTC
I felt a jolt of electricity the moment Raef first smiled at me the day I first met him at the club. Hubby had just formally introduced us after their round of golf. Y0ung and successful, with striking good looks, he seemed to tower over my sweet husband. I initially chalked up my attraction to forbidden fruit, which has definitely always been a thing with me. And the stories my husband would tell me about Raef’s constant criticism of his work and the frequent verbal abuse seemed to reinforce the point that Raef was simply not a realistic option. I mean honestly, what kind of woman wants to spread her legs and offer her snug pussy to a man who bullies her husband? But all of it made me fantasize about him even more.
One particularly powerful fantasy I have is downright fucking sadistic, but it never fails to get me off. It’s something of a dream-like scenario that involves me underneath Raef’s desk pleasuring him orally while he holds a business meeting with my husband. Raef’s secretary happens to also be in the room taking notes of the meeting while I tend to her boss.
As my husband enters the office along with ‘Ms Bailey,’ I’m standing behind Raef slightly to his left side wearing nothing but a sexy black bra and tiny black thong panties. As soon as everyone is seated, however, Raef motions me to take my place on my knees. (Incidentally, I’m already wet just writing this story).
From across the desk, Neither my husband nor Raef’s assistant can see me at that point, but they can both clearly hear the unmistakable sound of me undoing Raef’s belt, lowering the fly of his expensive suit pants and gently easing out his magnificent penis. They can also most certainly hear the gasp from my lips as I ponder how exactly I’m going to fit his massive erection in my mouth.
For his part, Raef conducts the meeting in a truly professional manner. Other than for the slurping sounds from my slutty mouth as I desperately try and drain the balls of my husband’s gorgeous bully, nothing wouldve seemed even remotely out of the ordinary about the entire scenario.
That is until Raef politely excuses himself, leans back in his chair, firmly grabs the back of my head with both hands and enjoys a massive orgasm inside of my married mouth; his intense wail of pleasure clearly signaling the scope of the event transpiring before my husband’s very eyes.
To my credit, I manage to swallow every single drop of my bull’s massive load. That is except for one, which I’ve unknowingly allowed to escape from the corner of my mouth, and which is now slowly making its way down the side of my chin as I stand and bring myself into my husband’s field of view once again.
Raef thanks me for a job that was extremely well done (as he puts it), swats me firmly on my bare bottom and then directs me to his en suite to put my clothes back on and touch up my makeup for a lunch date that I have with hubby at the conclusion of his meeting. Although, as Raef notes with a laugh, my appetite may be somewhat diminished at this point.
I definitely had an appetite at Raef’s apartment on Sunday, for many things. But pizza was definitely one of them.
As I mentioned yesterday, I chickened out on making any bet with Raef for a massage. Easily the biggest reason was because of my fear of jeopardizing my friendship with Sanja, the ironic part being that she’s the one who made the whole contrived situation completely unnecessary in any event. I don’t think she’d even gotten to the bottom of her first Bl00dy Mary before she steered the topic of conversation to the Falwells and how fascinating she finds the whole situation.
She said that sometimes she and her soon-to-be ex-husband would talk about her being with another guy. And, coincidentally, they even had a pool boy who was definitely hot enough to get her pussy “totally juiced,” as she put it. But it unfortunately never went beyond dirty pillow talk. What was interesting though was how she followed up by noting that now that she has a y0unger man in her bed every night, especially one as “talented” as Raef, she’s kind of been thinking about what it might be like to be on the other side of that whole equation.
But what was even more interesting than that was what happened mere moments before Sanja directed the conversation to the Falwells and swinging. I had just gotten up to head into the kitchen to grab a couple slices of pizza when I heard Sanja tell Raef to go grab the bottle of Pinot noir for my husband. That’s when Raef came up behind me and firmly pressed his groin into my backside, momentarily holding it in place to unmistakably establish his powerful presence. And that’s when I clearly let him know that, uninvited as it was, his aggressive maneuver was most definitely welcomed.
