1. The Coldest Night of the Year Ch. 02


    Date: 9/28/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Voyeur, Author: magas911, Rating: 67, Source: xHamster

    me with this, grateful for being included, jealous of Kurt, smug knowing that I had Clara and he didn't, aroused by what I had just seen, and ashamed by how much it turned me on. I came to Clara, who was laying naked on the sheets. I climbed into the bed. &#034I had no idea what a pervert you were,&#034 she said. &#034I want to feel your cock in me. Fuck me, you nasty little bitch.&#034 DECEMBER: THE HOLIDAY PARTY Clara's company held its annual holiday party at an historic old hotel downtown. The hotel was lavishly decorated for Christmas. The vast, ancient space of the grand ballroom was filled with with company employees and their spouses dressed in formal wear. I'd always hated this particular event for its ostentatiousness and the phoniness of the interactions. Clara led me around the room. First she grabbed a martini, then we gobbled oysters at the buffet. Then, another martini as we made the rounds. I'd had my fill of corporate stooges and their glassy-eyed spouses when I heard a voice from behind us. &#034Clara, you must introduce us!&#034 We turned and were face-to-face with Helen. &#034Mmmm. Who is this delicious young man?&#034 Helen was a petite woman who had passed 60 an indeterminate number of years ago. Her smooth, black hair was cut in an angular bob that accented her high cheekbones. She'd clearly had work done on her face, but it had been done so expertly that it only seemed unnatural in that it looked so good. Her lips were thin and pale pink. She wore a ...
    black dress that looked like Chanel. It was cut shorter than you'd expect for a woman of her age, but she had the legs to carry it off. &#034Yes, of course,&#034 said Clara, blushing. &#034Helen, this is my husband, Richard.&#034 Helen extended her hand, which I took. It seemed tiny and brittle in my own. While I held her hand, she ran her other hand up my arm and gave my biceps a squeeze. &#034The muscles of a working man,&#034 she observed incongruously. The whole time, she held eye contact. Her flirting was making me self-conscious, but it was not unwelcome. I was prepared for her to be a monster, but now all I wanted was for her to want me. The awkward silence was broken by another shout, &#034Helen!&#034 It came from our left, and I turned to see Kurt. He saw an opportunity to suck up to Helen and to be next to Clara at the same time. I could feel Helen shudder as she released my arm. &#034Oh, Kurt, how good of you to come to our party,&#034 she said icily. She apparently loathed him as much as I did. She air-kissed him at a distance of about three feet. Kurt turned Clara and gave her a hug. I couldn't tell how it was received, but Kurt slid his hand down and squeezed her ass. When he released her from his grip, as he stepped back, I could see that his enormous cock was hard and that the squeeze on Clara's ass was intended to push her against it. Kurt turned to me, &#034Hello, ... Dick.&#034 Contempt dripped from his voice. He had a smug &#034I phone-fucked your wife&#034 ...
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