I had been meeting with a prospective client for several days at his suite in a downtown hotel, doing my best to secure a contract between his company and mine, in the face of what I knew was some very stiff competition.

I finally succeeded, and it was late on a Thursday afternoon when Aaron and I finished wrapping up the details.

Aaron was in his mid-30s, just a year or so younger than me. He was a bit young for a CEO, but then he had inherited the position from his father, who had started the company. He was an attractive man, with very bright blue eyes — the same kind of eyes that had first attracted me to my husband. I had tried to avoid looking too deeply into those eyes, as my firm policy had always been never to get overly friendly with a client.

Now, as I was getting my things together and preparing to leave, Aaron told me that he would like to buy me dinner, to celebrate our new business relationship. He added that he had to fly home the next day, and didn’t feel like eating alone on his last day in town.

I hesitated at first, recalling my policy of not getting involved with clients, and all too aware of my attraction to this man, who was, after all, married, as was I. But looking into those blue eyes weakened my resolve, and I finally accepted his kind invitation.

We ate in the hotel dining room, and had a very pleasant meal. I told myself that my apprehensions were groundless, as the conversation centered mostly on business matters and trivia. But as we lingered over our coffee, Aaron suddenly smiled at me and said, “You know, Grace, you are the first woman I ever met with eyes as blue as mine.”

I thanked him for the compliment, adding that my husband’s eyes were the same color. He nodded. “Please don’t be offended,” he said then, “but I think they are beautiful, and I have to admit you are the only person I’ve ever met who was able to arouse me with her eyes while in a business meeting.”

I started to push my chair back then, knowing it was time for me to hit the road before this went any further, as I could already feel a bit of dampness between my thighs. But as I thanked him for dinner, he reached out to take my hand in his, saying, “Please don’t rush off. I’m sorry if I was out of line to say what I did.”

The warmth of his hand melted my heart, as well as increasing the rising heat in my loins. My eyes met his, and though nothing more was said, we both knew we had reached a turning point. We were still silent as he quickly paid the check, then led me through the lobby to the elevators.

Moments after the elevator doors closed behind us, I found myself wrapped in his arms, with our lips locked together. We were already back in his suite before I could bring myself to say weakly, “I can’t stay here, Aaron. I’m a married woman.”

He embraced me again, kissing me even more passionately before saying, “I’m married too, Grace, but what happens between us stays between us, and our spouses will never know anything about it.”

I wasn’t aware that he had unbuttoned my blouse until I felt my bra being unhooked, and those warm hands cupping my naked breasts. I heard myself moan, and I knew I was his to do with as he pleased. When my skirt pooled around my ankles and one of his hands slipped down inside my panties to discover my drenched cunt, all thoughts of my husband vanished like smoke in the wind.

I was unaware that he had been pushing me toward the bed until I felt it against the backs of my legs. Aaron removed my loosened blouse and bra, then eased me down onto my back, looking up and down my near-naked body while he quickly stripped off his own clothes. His cock stood up from a nest of light brown curly hair. It was about five inches long and rather skinny, but it appeared to be as hard as any I’d ever seen.

didn’t offer even token resistance as he reached to tug my panties down and off; in fact, I raised my butt to make it easier for him. His eyes locked on my pubic region as he said, “Oh God, I can’t believe you have real blonde hair down there too! I just love your body.”

I quickly moved to lie in the middle of the bed as Aaron joined me, raining kisses all over my upper torso like a teenager discovering sex for the first time. We exchanged a lingering passionate kiss before he licked his way down my body, his mouth hovering above my open crotch while he inhaled the odor of my musky vagina, before asking if I would let him eat my pussy.

Oh God, yes!” I moaned. “Yes, I love having my pussy eaten. Please!”

His hot mouth approached my flowering labia slowly and tentatively. It seemed to take a long time before I felt a quick flick of his tongue along one lip. There was a pause, then a second lick, and suddenly he was biting roughly at my tender pussy, which was kind of painful. I grabbed his head, saying, “Whoa, easy, buddy, that’s not a piece of steak you’re munching on there!”

He pulled himself up then, his face stricken. “Gosh, I’m sorry, Grace,” he told me. “I — I’ve never done that before, and I always thought eating it meant chewing it. Damn, I guess I really blew this deal, huh?”

I couldn’t help laughing as I held out my arms to him, saying, “Come here, sweetheart. I can’t believe you’ve never eaten pussy before. But I’d be delighted to teach you if you want to learn.” He then lay listening intently as I carefully explained the fine art of oral sex to him before urging him to give it another shot. He proved to be a good listener, and spent half an hour putting his lessons to good use, finally bringing me to orgasm before I tugged on his shoulders, saying, “Fuck me, Aaron. Please fuck me now!”

He clambered frantically into position between my thighs as I reached for his dick to guide it to my opening. His eyes closed as he moaned, sinking his modest manhood into my very wet vagina with a single stroke. He immediately began to hump me like the Energizer Bunny, lasting close to two minutes before jetting a substantial load of jism into my snatch, then collapsing on top of me, gasping for breath.

Even though he was only 36 years old, and despite the fact that I used every trick I knew to revive him, Aaron was not able to achieve another erection that evening. Finally I got dressed and left, telling him I valued my marriage too much to ever do this again.

I drove away from that hotel thinking about what a disappointing evening it had been. But then there isn’t any guarantee that every good-looking guy you hook up with is going to be a champion stud. I knew my husband was working late and wouldn’t be home until nearly midnight, so instead of going straight home I took the turn that led me to the house of my reliable friend Bruno. I hadn’t seen Bruno for over two months, so I knew he would be good and horny for me. Bruno was always horny.

Bruno was 15 years older than I was, and had been my occasional lover for some time now. He was every bit as good in bed as my husband, and always satisfied my needs completely. Bruno never let me go home until we’d screwed at least three or four times. He would get really excited when I came to him shortly after being with my husband, so I knew that finding me still lubricated with Aaron’s semen would really set him on fire. It was going to turn out to be a great night after all.