married ladies always choose action

CharmOriginal

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Hello,

A curve ball of sorts, Im very descriptive and creative when it comes to sexual encounters.

I quess something that excites me is sharing a sexual thought with a married woman, the entire vows and then the naughty blur of the line and the ablity to be sexualy arroused by a stranger or your postman.

Your body responds with out your command, your panties highlight appaciation for its own actions...Blar Blar Blar

You choose, It would be very exciting to role play your fantasy, so send me a topic and lets see what sweet spots we can make:)

CharmOriginal
 
Charmed
Perhaps I fit your decription. Let me tell you a little about myself. I have been married for five years, to a man who does provide me with all the luxuries of life, credit cards, nice car, jewelry and such. But alas I feel something is missing. Yes it is the same old story, hubby always too busy working. I must admit I am feeling a bit neglected lately.
I guess some would say, oh listen to that little spoiled, pampered, rich bitch complain, she has everything, but inside, underneath the surface , I find my thoughts...... straying. Yes I have a very active socail life, a member of the country club, my nails and hair done, a gym where I work out, but I must confess here and now, a little secret.....I like when men look at me.
One evening my hubby took me to this restaurant/ club, where we had dinner, Afterwards we were seated at a table for drinks by the bar. I had been shopping earlier that day,so I had purchased a new outfit, consisting of a very short black dress with matching silk stockings and heels of course. I also was wearing my pearl necklace and earrings. My dark hair cascaded down my back.... You might be more interested in my little black see-thru panties, which made me feel so naughty, that combined with the affects of the three drinks I had consumed so far.
The place was very crowded, so I didn't notice you at first.
When I did, I caught you staring at me. I quickly looked away.
So I sat there, listening to my husband's boring story about some people I didn't even know. The music played , drowning him out a bit, and suddenly I wanted to dance, but I knew my hubby would refuse.
I glanced back at you, sitting with your friends laughing, and you were still staring at me rather boldly.......
 
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I am sitting at the bar, going over some invoices, payroll and such, about to move back to my office where the music is not so loud. I hate this part of my job, but it's part of the responsibility of managing this private club.It also has its benefits......
Thats when I see her walk in from the dining room, being followed by a gentlemen, who I assume, must be her husband. If there is one thing I'm good at, it's reading people, although in fact most members are married, as are the guests. I don't recall seeing this couple before, they must be new, because I would have never forgotten the wife, she was a stunning beauty, I noticed as they approached.
Rachel, our hostess, seats this couple at a table nearby. Up close, I am afforded a better view of her, dark hair and chocolate eyes with a pert little nose, full red lips......perfect proud breasts. After a few seconds she crosses her legs, a move that justs kills me, how some females can manage to appear so seductive.....
I watch her for awhile, almost spellbound. It doesn't take long for her to make eye contact with someone----else. This happens to be a character called Charms, a real ladies man with a British accent, which drives most of these American women wild.
By studying this sultry married lady I decide she is something of a tease, yet untouchable really.Unattainable. Spoiled by wealth, like so many of the other wives that come here, but offering a challenge.....on the other hand, they are never satisfied with what they have, it's never enough.
No matter, this was one classy female who would be VERY hard to get, and if good ole' Charms didn't make his move soon, I would. After all, it was my job as manager of this fine establishment to welcome my guests.....
 
Makofin's Club 10:45 pm

I am sitting at my table, trying not to pout too much. So far, no one has approached me to ask me to dance. As if I don't know the reason why. My husband, Kyle, surely has something to do with it, but still, there are plenty of bold men around that usually are not afraid to take a chance.
The handsome young waiter returns with our drinks, using the oppurtunity to again stare at my breasts. At least HE notices, unlike Kyle, who hasn't given me a compliment at all, only to inquire about how much I spent shopping today. One of his favorite topics , money.
I ignore the waiter, they really don't count.
The band plays another slow song, and my eyes dart over to the young man sitting with his friends. He is no longer sending signals, I must have lost his interest, for now he is paying attention to some blonde. Oh well....lots of other men here.
" Excuse me darling, I must go powder my nose. "
I'm on my way to the ladies room when I see another guy checking me out. This one does not take his eyes off of me, even as I walk by, close enough for him to catch a scent of my perfume, because he rudely sniffs. I pretend not to notice. Upon reaching my destination, I scold myself for not responding that he needed to mind his manners. I guess he thought he could get away with it since he was so good looking, despite that ponytail.
When I return to my table , I am somewhat surprised to see him seated there, talking to my husband Kyle.
 
In my office 12: 16 am

I was in my office, alone, aimlessly knocking the 8-ball around my pooltable,congratulating myself with a shot of Jack and a cold Bud. Yes, she would be back, I knew, and better yet without him. Her wealthy but worthless husband, who had no idea how to treat his trophy wife. Well I did. I could picture her now, across my lap as I spanked her bare bottom until she begged for mercy, wiping that haughty look right off her pretty little face.
Yes, she basically ignored me while I introduced myself and yes it was true she didn't seem very impressed with me or my club for that matter.But I suspected the bitch would be back- soon.
Let her play her little game, the body language gave her away. So what if she didn't speak to me. I read her like a book.
 
In my bedroom (late nite ]

Staring at my reflection in the mirror at my vanity table:
My husband is snoring already, sound asleep, perhaps seperate bedrooms wouldn't be so bad. I had dared hope that maybe we could re- kindle the romance we once shared, like when we were first married. Back then he would have went crazy with desire at what I had been wearing tonight.
But someone HAD noticed.
That goodlooking owner of the club, Makofin, had literally undressed me with his eyes, in front of my husband!
It was his confidence that got to me the most, which seemed to radiate from his stare, not to mention those strong hands, that were attached to his musclar arms that I couldn't miss, even though he wore a longsleeved white dress shit, unbuttoned enough to reveal his sturdy chest. A fine male speciman indeed.
Just thinking of him seemed to have an effect on me.....While staring into my lighted mirror, I saw my reflection reach up with both hands to touch my erect nipples through the sheer fabric of my nightgown..... fingertips lightly massage both at the same time. I feel a stirring between my legs and squeeze them, tight, together,hoping this will help......It is not very long before my legs spread apart slightly, as I let my finger slip down into my panties.....
 
The next morning 10:09

The sound of the phone ringing next to my bed wakes me, as it does every day. Don't need an alarm clock and I know who it is before answering.
"Hey Danny. Yeah, see ya in an hour." I say before hanging up.
Jumping up immediately , I stagger towards the coffee maker and hit the button. Time to sort out the cobwebs and get busy. My partner , Danny Dagger, as I call him, will arrive to begin our operation. People calling to place bets on the horses or sporting events. These days most of it is done over the cumputer, which makes it easier to keep track of our profits and hide it because it IS illegal.
I grab a shower and shave, all in my office at the rear of the club, that doubles as an apartment. Drinking my coffee, I retrieve the security tape from last night and while watching, I see HER.Zoming in on the state of the art equipment to a shot of her cleavage I realize I'm holding my breath.God she is ....breathtaking. I got to have her.
I'm still watching when Danny walks in, this time a zoom in of Angelique's perfect legs.Hitting the still button, I pause it to admire the picture of those stocking clad gams showing just a bit of flesh above them since her dress was so short.
" Damn, who is that Goddess ?" Danny asks, cigar hanging from his mouth.
" Angelique." [ even her name sounds erotic ]
" Knowing you, she must be married." Danny says with a grin, setting his huge body on my desk.
" So what''
" Did I tell ya about that little old lady, you know the one who wouldn't pay up ? ''
" No- and something tells me I don't want to hear it." I said to my sometimes enforcer, when gamblers don't pay off on a bet.
He laughed before informing me of her fate." Seems she had a little fall down the steps."
{ Damn this guy loves his job] I thought.
Just then the phone rang.
 
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The next afternoon 1:46 pm

The Pinehaven Country Club { poolside }

I was lying on a loungechair, wearing my skimpy blue bikini, next to my dear friend Tracey, soaking up the bright rays of the hot, late August sun. Our almost nude bodies were covered in oil, applied earlier by the attentive lifeguard Matt. Summer was almost gone, I thought wistfully, then it would be back to the tanning bed again. At least I wouldn't have to endure so many bikini waxes, like the one this morning.
I lifted my ray-bans, instantly blinded by the sun, to glance at Tracey to see if she was snoozing or not. I assumed she was, for she had not uttered a word in minutes. She was on her stomach, back to the sun, her red haired bun visable but face turned away from me.
I had known Tracey ever since my wedding to Kyle, five years ago. She is my only trusted confident and best friend. The little spitfire had met and then married a man named Roy, an associate of my husbands at the firm. Through that enterprise is where we all recieved our memberships to this exclusive club and to Makofin's.....
I pushed the thought of him from my mind.....Not again, not now.
Suddenly I was siezed with the urge to talk to someone... about anything but HIM.... to get my mind off of him.
" Are you awake ?"
"Of course I am" Tracey groaned.
" Do you think the guys will play golf this weekend ?" I asked.
" Don't they have that business trip to go on ?"
" Why yes, that's right."
Silence.
" So what do you want to do while they're away ?" Tracey asked after a minute.
" I don't know, something exciting. Have you been to Makofin's yet?''
She sat up, turning over to immediatly grab the lotion, squeezing a small amount onto her palm, then smearing it all over the top of her breasts for protection.
" You should get Matt to do that ! " I teased.
" What's it like. Makofin's I mean. Didn't you say Kyle took you there last night ? ''
" It's nice enough. I sooo wanted to dance ! "
" Why didn't you ? "
" Because Kyle won't and nobody asked me . "
Tracey smiled, lifting her shapely leg to massage oil on it. "Roy hasn't taken me there yet "
{ I knew Roy loved to dance, that's all they did at my wedding , he literatly swept her off her feet }
" Maybe we could go since the boy's will be gone. " I didn't want to appear to eager.
Tracey looked doubtful. " Roy doesn't like me to go OUT when he is away "
" We always go out to dinner."
" Well, she handed me the lotion, " It's just that Mako's has a ... 'reputation'. "
My mouth fell open.
" I don't know all the details" she explained, ''but something like.. this Mako likes married woman... he was involved with several from our firm... their husbands found out but were blackmailed somehow. Did you know that the club also doubles as a gambling den ? "
" No-o-o." I was somewhat shocked at her story.
" You didn't happen to meet him, did you ? "
" Yes, he introduced himself..."
" Well just stay away from him " Tracey warned.
 
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