Biggest Client (Celebrity Adult Fiction)

Biggest Client One Friday night, my husband asked me to go out to dinner with him while he took his biggest client out. Actually, there was nothing unusual about this. My husband Tommy always had to eat and drink with some clients, especially this man named Stan. Stan just got divorced and is currently single, so he came to the party alone.

I had met Stan several times and had dined with him before, and he had always been very attentive to me even when there were other women with him. During the meal, he kept looking me up and down and touching me whenever he had the chance, which made me feel very uncomfortable. It was the same thing that night, but Tommy asked me to stay calm and not offend this client because one-third of Tommy's business came from this client and he didn't want to let this client run away.

After dinner, we went to a bar in a casino together, where the music was deafening. The bar was packed with people, and there were many prostitutes soliciting business. They were all very beautiful and dressed very sexily. I was wearing a professional suit, which was dignified and elegant, but neither gorgeous nor sexy, and seemed out of harmony with the atmosphere here.

As soon as we sat down at the table, my husband Tommy placed his hand on my thigh and gently stroked it. His movements were so obvious that Stan, who was sitting opposite him, could clearly see them. As he caressed me, my body began to heat up slowly and my sexual desire was aroused by him. While dancing, my husband caressed my butt without any scruples, not worrying about being seen. Oh, I started to get excited too. Well, let others see it. We are husband and wife after all. Later, Stan invited me to dance with him, and I happily accepted the invitation because I wanted to be a qualified entrepreneur's wife and behave gracefully and appropriately in such social occasions.

One song ended, and the next one was warm and soothing. Stan and I did not return to our seats, but continued to stroll to the slow dance music. Stan held me close to him, his hands on my hips, stroking them gently. This guy was an important client of my husband's, and I didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable, so I tried not to think about the hand on my hip. It's nothing big. Stan is not a bad man. He is 10 years older than me. Anyway, I'm married and my husband is right next to me. He won't do anything too outrageous.

When we got back to our seats, my husband Tommy wasn't there, I thought he might have gone to the bathroom. Stan and I sat down and chatted casually, and he put his hand on my leg like my husband had just done. His hands roamed up and down my thighs, first up to my skirt, then down to my knees, then back up to my thighs again. Thankfully, Tommy came back by then, and Stan's hand reluctantly returned to his knee.

After a while, Stan also went to the bathroom. I told Tommy that Stan's hands were very naughty and almost touched my private parts.

"Oh? Really?" he said, "Then just let him touch it, okay?" I was a little shocked.

"Honey, you know, he is a big client of mine. Actually, there is no big deal about touching him, just let him touch him." My husband continued.

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"How far do you want me to go?" I asked Tommy.

"If his touch is not malicious, then I hope you will treat him well, or even better. This means you are open and can accept him. Believe me, he won't ask for anything too outrageous.
"After Stan came back, we went to dance again. He held me close to him again, and I didn't say no. Slowly, I felt his hard thing pressing against my belly, and his hands stroking back and forth on my buttocks, and I accepted it silently again without saying no. I believe others have seen him caressing my body wantonly. His hands have slipped under the hem of my skirt and touched my bikini underwear. His fingers groped on my naked buttocks, and he knew I would not say no.

After returning to their seats, the two men naturally put their hands on my legs. Oh, is that what?
3P? As I was thinking about this, Tommy said he had to go to the bathroom again, and Stan moved his chair closer to me. He leaned over and whispered in my ear, "You look so beautiful tonight! And you dance so well!" I didn't say anything. I picked up the glass and took a few more sips of wine, trying to give myself some courage.

When Tommy came back, Stan dragged me to dance again. During the quick dance steps, he inserted his legs between my legs, so that I naturally sat on his legs, which I found a bit funny. During the slow dance, his hands roamed over my body, caressing every part of my body.

Tommy came back with a few more drinks and sat watching our dancing intently. I secretly tried to keep my distance from Stan, but not too obviously so as not to upset him.

After the song ended, Stan went to the bathroom again. I took the opportunity to tell Tommy that Stan's hands were always touching me. "If he touches me again, he will touch my breasts and vagina," I said worriedly.

"Oh? Then let him touch it. No man can resist the temptation of your breasts." "Really? Do you really want him to touch my private parts? Do you really want him to touch my genitals?" "Yes, yes, dear, why not? It's just a little bit of exploration. As long as he doesn't strip you naked in public, I think there should be no problem." After a few minutes of silence, Tommy whispered in my ear again: "Tell me, were you also a little excited when he touched you? Were you excited by another man? A rich and powerful man is fascinated by you!" I didn't say anything, drinking and thinking about my worries.

When Stan came back, I would alternate dancing with my husband and his clients. Of course, Stan invited me more often when he played slow dance music, so that he could have more opportunities to touch my body, and his hands could never leave my butt and thighs. Every time his hand stroked from my butt down to my thigh, he would always reach his hand under the hem of my skirt and stroke my bare skin and wet crotch. I didn't object to this because I knew my husband Tommy would want me to do so.

Tommy sat in his seat, watching our every move closely. As I danced with him, he whispered to me that he loved watching me being held tightly in the arms of another man and being touched by another man like that.

After a while, Tommy received a call and had to go back to the company to deal with some things. Normally, I drove Tommy to work and back home, but I had drunk too much that night to drive.

So, Stan offered to take me home while Tommy drove to the office to take care of things. Okay, that's it, we all agree to this plan.

After Tommy left, we sat in the bar for a while, had another drink and, of course, another dance. As the soothing music played, Stan held me close to him. I could feel my breasts pressed against his chest, the bulge of his crotch pressed against my stomach, and his hands moved down to caress my butt.

Constantly teasing my sexual desire. This feeling is quite strange. I have been married for 11 years and there are still men who are interested in me. I feel a little proud. I was somewhat touched that this man risked being rejected and even slapped to seduce a woman who had been married for many years.

Two more drinks and we continued dancing. He put his hand on my butt, and I didn't mind at all. I even secretly pushed my butt back so that he could touch it harder. When we sat back in our seats, his hand naturally rested on my thigh, moving along my knee all the way up until his hand reached under my skirt. Just like that, our relationship seemed to have taken a step further, with his hands groping inside my skirt.

what to do? Should I stop him or let him go on? My husband asked me not to neglect his important client and just let him have fun. I didn't squeeze my legs together, so his hands could feel around freely inside.

As he was touching me, he leaned over and kissed me. If I hadn't been drinking so much, I might have been frightened by his behavior. As he was kissing me, his hand moved up between my legs and rubbed back and forth across my crotch. My heart started beating wildly as he touched me. A man who was a stranger to me kissed me and put his hand on my pubic mound.

This happened entirely at the instigation of my husband. He wanted me to please this man and let this man play with my body. I thought, this is getting close to getting out of control, but I don't want to stop him.

Although I was still a little hesitant, under the influence of alcohol and the stimulation of the touch, I couldn't help but get caught up in it, unable to extricate myself, and didn't want to extricate myself. This was not entirely for Tommy's business. What shocked me the most was that I wasn't angry about this kind of indecent assault and I didn't even want him to stop. To be honest, I find this quite exciting. Very exciting. Oh, God, my legs are wet with your juices.

As he was kissing me again, I pushed my tongue into his mouth and moaned into him, telling him clearly that his kisses and touches were turning me on. I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes, indicating that he could do whatever he wanted with me. I even forgot we were in public, that we were in a crowded bar, and I didn't care about anything. His fingers reached into my panties, touched my slit, and touched my clitoris. I pushed my pubic mound upward to welcome his fingers.

We had another glass of wine and he kissed me and squeezed my breasts. Although the hand he was using to rub my breasts was squeezed between our bodies, others could still see it clearly. A tall and strong bar security guard came up behind us and asked me softly if I needed a room, "Honey, I haven't seen you before. If you don't mind your behavior here, I won't allow you to solicit customers here again.

If you don't want to be an unwelcome person, please find a suitable place to do your business.
"I couldn't believe my ears. This guy thought I was a prostitute here to pick up jobs and Stan was my customer! Then I realized that there were indeed many prostitutes here to pick up jobs, but their manners were much more elegant than mine.

I was terribly embarrassed, and Stan quickly paid the bill and led me out the door to the huge parking lot. The parking lot was really big, and Stan's car was parked in the middle of the field. I had drunk quite a bit of wine, and he had to support me so that I could walk steadily. Getting in the car, Stan started the car and turned on the radio and air conditioning, but did not drive away. He turned to me and started kissing me again, he held me close and told me how beautiful I was and how much he wanted to touch me and hug me. He told me that he had wanted to kiss and touch me since he first met me a year ago.

Stan's car was parked in a dark area of ​​the parking lot, surrounded by other cars, so no one should be able to notice what we were doing in the car. He kept kissing me, our tongues entangled in each other's mouths, his hands stroking back and forth on my body, my breasts, nipples and vagina were all under the control of his palms. Under his kisses and caresses, I became more and more excited, and my vagina became hotter and wetter. How can I make him stop now? No, I don't want him to stop.

He unbuttoned the top two buttons of my blouse and pulled my dress off my shoulders, exposing my breasts. Then he laid the seat flat and he almost pressed his entire body against mine. He unbuttoned all my clothes and took them off. Oh my God, now I was lying under him wearing only a bra and panties. He reached over and pulled down my bra, then knelt between my legs, lying on top of me and kissing my breasts. Oh, his tongue was licking my nipples and his teeth were nibbling my nipples. The strong stimulation spread from my nipples all the way down to my vagina, and I was almost suffocated.

"I want you, I want to fuck you, you look so beautiful tonight!" Stan said, kissing my ear. "God, I love the taste of your lips, the taste of your breasts, and I want to taste every part of your body." Stan said, reaching out to pull my pantyhose. I lifted my butt and helped him pull off his stockings.

I was already very aroused and wanted him to kiss my pussy. Then he pulled off my panties. Now, only the skirt was still around my waist, and the rest of my body was exposed. He kissed my thighs, belly, and then slowly moved to my vagina. He gently parted my pubic hair with his fingers, put his lips on my clitoris, and licked my excitement center vigorously with his tongue, occasionally biting it lightly with his teeth.

My hands tightly grasped his hair, trying to control the trembling of my body. I felt so comfortable when he licked me!
"Oh, God, oh, God, oh oh oh..." I kicked my feet wildly, and the cold air from the air conditioner blew into my pussy which was flooded with vaginal fluid and the inside of my thighs which were wet with vaginal fluid.

Stan shifted back into his seat and brought my hand to rest on the bulge in his crotch. I could feel his hard, throbbing cock inside his pants. I slowly unzipped his pants and pulled them down to below his knees and then straddled his legs. I pressed my chest against his body and kissed him passionately. His hands stroked from my back to my buttocks, rubbing back and forth in the crack of my buttocks, pushing my buttocks closer to his hard, erect penis.

I straightened my body, reached out and grasped the thick penis between our bodies, aimed it at my vaginal opening, and then slowly sat down. The thick and hard glans pushed open my swollen labia and penetrated into my vagina. Oh, it's so hard and hot, I love this feeling, I love him entering me, oh no, not just entering me, but entering my womb and into my soul!
"Fuck!" This is a word I have never used before. Now I want him to "fuck" into my hot, wet, and hungry hole.

I sat down and lifted up on his penis, letting that iron-hard rod move in and out of my vagina, slowly and firmly, gently and long. Stan's movements were frantic, he was thrusting up and down against my squirming, sweaty and breathless, he was fucking me hard.

"Fuck me, fuck me! Cum in my pussy. Come on, cum! Cum all inside! Give me all your cum!" I screamed, feeling his hardness and thickness. He suddenly lifted his hips up, his penis throbbing and spurting out his power and passion, as he shouted, "Fuck! I cum! Ah! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" I collapsed on his chest, and as his penis slowly softened, I could feel his semen flowing out of my hole. I quickly stood up, grabbing the back of the seat, and cleaned myself quickly to prevent our body fluids from contaminating the leather seat.

After a short break, I was about to put my clothes back on, but Stan grabbed my panties and told me to keep them for him. I think men always want to keep a piece of a woman's underwear as a trophy of their hunting for beauty. They will show it off to their accomplices and say, "I conquered this woman. I fucked her. Look, this is the thing that covers her vagina, and I have inserted it into her vagina!" Yes, they are right.

Afterwards, Stan drove me home. The whole time, his hands never left between my legs. Now that I've been fucked by him, I no longer mind him touching my private parts. I can still feel his sticky semen flowing out of my body.

I was already asleep when Tommy came back. I was glad that he came back later than me, which saved me a lot of embarrassment. He must have noticed that my underwear was missing, and also noticed the men's semen and women's vaginal fluid stuck on my stockings. The next morning, we woke up and lazed in bed, and he asked me what happened last night. I didn't tell him the whole process, but he still saw my embarrassed expression. So I told him the details of the dance and how Stan had fingered me in his car on the way home.

Tommy got really excited and his penis got really hard and he said he was glad to hear me say that. As he said that, he tore off my pajamas, threw himself on top of me, inserted himself into me all at once, and started pumping violently. I was also very excited, and while he was fucking me, I told him how Stan kissed, caressed and fingered me, and we were both as crazy as wild animals.

Over the next week, whenever I looked up at Tommy, I found him staring at me with a smile; whenever we were close, he would reach out and touch my butt or my breasts. And we have sex every night, the most crazy sex ever. He said he enjoyed that exciting, erotic night as much as I enjoyed it. Oh, God, what crazy things he would do if I told him what happened that night!

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