nasty wife thread

[takeschances]

i was sat alone in the restaurant, enjoying my meal and casually glancing at the other diners lost in their own private thoughts and conversations, when my eyes met caught sight of a very sexy lady sat opposite a much older man.
she smiled and i returned the gesture, before looking away, my gaze unaccountably straying back to this woman more frequently than i would usually allow.
she looked to be in her late thirties, brunette, slim, and dressed in a white blouse and skirt, but i couldnt really see much more from where i was sat.
i began to wonder whether the other gentleman was her husband. he seemed to be trying to engage her in conversation but she seemed bored and her eyes kept returning to mine.

i was starting to enjoy this mild flirting and hoped that she would make some kind of gesture or movement...


(OOC:seeking female player to take role of diner)

 

[naughtynaughty]

Marianne

The old bastard was trying to tell me about stock options he had gotten for me, and what it was that I should be doing for my portfolio ... or something. I wasn't really paying attention. Let me tell what everybody thinks about me. They all think I'm a golddigger or something to that effect, and in all honesty I guess I kind of was.

Did I love Henry James Ellinger the third? Not particularly ... did I love his money? Of course I did. Did I love the breasts that it had afforded me? Of course I did, they were my pride and joy. Did I love the silks, diamonds, and pearls that he dressed me in? What girl wouldn't. Did I love the personal trainers, dieticians, and cooks who he insisted on so that the rest of my body was perfect to go along with my breasts? Yes ... in fact I loved my trainer on a number of occasions. *S

It's not like the old bastard didn't know what he was getting himself into, though. I had never led him on ... he just wanted a young, good looking female companion so that his friends at the club would be jealous. To tell you the truth, Henry was fond of little boys, and that left me terribly lonely at times. We fucked once in a while, he videotaped it, and showed it off to his friends. It wasn't any good, although he lasted for a while ... probably because I had a pussy. A year ago, I asked Henry for a divorce ... he said no, and so now I get to live in this state where I do whatever he asks me to do without having to show any love, unless he says so. And I can't get out. I told him I didn't want any money, just the things that I kept with me, but he is a ridiculous old coot, and he couldn't have a divorce, what would the other men think?

The restaurant had a decor which let you know, upon entering, that everybody in the room probably had a pocketful of twenty dollar bills that they wiped their mouths with. The clientelle were all Henry's kind of people, rich investors who had a home in the mountains, a home on the ocean, another on the lake, and a small, 7 million dollar penthouse apartment Downtown. Henry had all of this, and he let me use it all to stay away from him. It was funny, Henry never wanted me near him unless he was videotaping us, or I had to put on the show of loving wife before his friends. I ignored Henry, and looked around the restaurant. Every week we did this, and every week it was the same: Henry and I would sit and pretend to make small talk, then he would see a colleague of his, ask him to sit with us for a while, and then excuse himself from my side for the rest of the night to go to the club with his friends.

This night was a little different though. A few tables away, my breath was taken away by a rugged looking man, probably in his early twenties. I could tell by the cut of his suit that he wasn't quite as well to do as some of the other men here, but I didn't mind, he looked a little dangerous perhaps. He simply oozes confidence, his eyes continually coming back to meet my gaze, smiling at me, letting me know that he is enjoying looking at me. I wonder if he's waiting for somebody ... maybe a friend of his or something. I hope it's not a woman he's waiting for. I'm slightly taken aback at my own wishes ... it seems as though my loneliness is worse than I thought.

After playing around for a bit, I excuse myself to the ladies' room. I gesture to my mysterious friend that he should meet me out on the patio near the rear of the restaurant, overlooking ocean.

 

[takeschances]

Looking around, i was beginnng to feel a little out of place, surrounded by expensive business suits and rolex watches.
I hadn't expected to come here, i was from out of town on a business trip and the food and the atmosphere seemed enticing.
Little was i to know what else i would be tasting tonight...

I was still finishing my meal when i noticed out of the corner of my eye the woman i had been watching excuse hereself from her table and walk along the aisle past my table.
She looked even more stunning, her breasts firm and pushing against the material of her blouse. Long legs in heels and black stockings. Laden with jewellery which her husband had presumably bought for her.

As she passed, our eyes met again, and they locked for what seemed like minutes. Even in the dim lighting of the restaurant i could see the playfulness in them and she nodded her head slightly towards the direction she was heading.

Was that a signal? i looked over my shoulder and saw that she was heading outside towards the balcony overlooking the ocean. I needed some fresh air. At least i had an excuse for getting up from my table, so i went where my legs carried me, which was right beside her...

 

[davidbarclay68]

Am I wasting my time?

David

Old Henry was paying me well and that was fine by me BUT there comes a time in every private dick's life when the money fails to overcome the boredom! That time was close at hand.

Henry had been paying me for a month to follow his wife. He was sure she was playing behind his back and he had refused the divorce (bad for the image and all that). Now if word got out that his wife was playing aorund and he was cuckolded then business would suffer.

She was a stunner, I have to say, even though I am following wives all the time and many of them are beautiful, sexy, and up for it she has to amongst the sexiest.

Tonight I was sitting a couple of tables away dining on Henry's tab and admiring the view. She was sitting there looking bored as usual and being careless with her legs under the table. As the evening had worn on and she fidgeted, crossing and uncrossing her legs more and more of her legs had crept into view. And I must say I was enjoying it. right now I could see black stockings and just as she moved her pretty little bottom 2 seconds ago a tantalising glimpse of suspender clip poked out on the underside of her thighs. Like the food - delicious.

I had spotted her glancing at a man I had never seen before at a table just over to my left and there did seem to be some eye contact taking place. Maybe she had heard about or suspected that the old buffer had employed someone to check up on her and had been lying low for the last month. Maybe he was the secret lover or was it just coincidence?

As I said I was getting bored and had decided to jack this one in, submit my report and head onto a more juicy assignment. After all how is a guy supposed to keep up his interest when following a beautiful lady that dresses sexy, that has the most shapely legs on this planet and then does nothing of any interest? I mean I was starting to fantasise about her and I had nothing real to help fuel those fantasies. It's not good for a guy to get like that. I wanted some action or I had to get out.

Hell! What's going on now? She's just stood up, left the table, and is it my imagination or did she just hesitate at the guy's table? Was that a subtle nod of the head? Was it my imagination looking for action where there is never going to be any? She's obviuosly heading for the ladies now.

Oh well, I guess I imagined it...............

 

[naughtynaughty]

Mmm, he was as handsome as I had thought. As I walked by his table, he seemed taken aback by my forwardness, but I noticed that he didn't hesitate long to follow me. My nipples hardened as I thought about what is to come. The back patio was a gorgeous addition which used to hold more seating for the restaurant. Now it was simply a quiet place to admire the waves breaking on the rocks below. There was a bar next to the doors so that people didn't have to go back inside, and a three piece band was playing off in the corner.

My mind was racing. Except for Jimmy, my trainer a few years ago, I had never cheated on Henry. That gave me a little pride, knowing that I could play his stupid game. This man intrigued me, though. He was rough looking, and, as I turned and saw him coming through the door, physically imposing ... a big man used to having his way.

I adjusted my skirt, a tight fitting white skirt with a long slit up the side, exposing a thin line of my darkly tanned thigh. My shirt was equally tight, with no back, and showed off my breasts wonderfully. I smiled at myself, I always thought it was funny when I wore all white ... I'd fuck myself I look so virginal.

 

[takeschances]

upon close inspection, she looked even more radiant. her skirt clung tightly to her shapely buttocks and i could tell from the backless blouse she wore that no bra was holding those breasts in place.
the moon was shining and stars blinked in the sky. music drifted through the open doors as i approached cautiously, not wanting to appear too obvious, but she had already turned and seen my advance.
i smiled and told her my name. 'hello john', she said, and her voice was low and husky. i felt a warmth in my groin but tried to ignore it, and as if to read my thoughts she slowly eyed me up and down, taking in every detail, lingering just a second too long at where my excitement began to grow.
i started to wonder just what was to come...

 

[naughtynaughty]

Marianne

"Hello John," I said, examining his body, expecially that noticeable bulge in his pants. "Marianne Ellinger, a pleasure to meet you." I gave him my hand, and his big rough hands took it gently, bringing it softly to his lips for a light kiss. I turned away from him, and leaned against the railing.

"Where are you from, John? What's your story?" I tried to act aloof, trying to pretend to brush him off, but all I wanted was a hard fucking. I squeezed my thighs together, brushing them against my clit ring, waiting for his response.

 

[takeschances]

'marianne', the name just melted on my tongue. i took her hand and kissed it gently, trying to keep out of view of any prying eyes.
i'd heard her husband's name before, an article in the financial times i think. he was rich, very rich, and also very ruthless...a man like him protects his assets, i just wondered how hard i would have to play the gracious gentleman to get my hands on his wife?

we chatted about nothing in particular, each flirting and gently teasing the other, both aware of the attraction between us.
i noticed marianne move her hips together as we talked, and wondered what panties, if any, were hidden under that skirt?

i was hoping that with an old man for a husband, she might be more willing for some younger company, but her body sent out mixed signals...her eyes and mouth toyed with me, but her conversation seemed disinterested.

my bulge was getting more noticeable and i could feel the churning in my groin as fluids began to boil. if anything was going to happen tonight, it would surely be sooner rather than later...

 

[naughtynaughty]

Marianne

I turned towards him, and gently brushed my hand against his groin. "Who's your friend?" I ask, noting the double entendre, but nodding my head towards the doorway to a man watching the two of us. Oh shit, I've seen him before ... he works for Henry. Fuck. Oh well, might as well give him something to report.

"Would you care to join me for dinner, John? I couldn't help but notice that you are sitting alone." Without waiting for a reply, I take his big, rough hand, and lead him back to my table. Henry must already have left for the Club, so my table is empty, except for a little note.

'Hope everything is well, darling. I have gone with Stanley to the Club, and won't be home 'till late. Until then, enjoy, and have Arthur put the meal on my tab. -Henry'

Arthur, I know, is the maitre d', and I know that he would have put the meal on Henry's tab anyway, but once again, the old man is obviously showing off for his friend, who probably took a quick glance at the note before they left (practically nobody gets to keep a running tab here). When the waiter comes by again, he looks slightly startled that I have changed dining partners, but I make no mention of it, other than asking that John's meal be added to our bill.

"Arthur knows all the dirt on the wealthy in the area," I explain to John, "I suppose giving him something else to figure out is nice."

He hasn't spoken much since we sat down, so I decide to give him the silent treatment as well, gazing into his eyes, and sipping my wine. My other hand rests in my lap, massaging myself gently through my skirt.

 

[takeschances]

things were moving in a direction i hadn't expected. i felt her hand brush my cock outside, but then she seemed startled by somebody. i turned and saw a figure scuttle away, but didn't get a good look at him.
i frowned, and before i knew, i was being led to her table, HENRY ELLINGER'S table, and here i was now, sat opposite his gorgeous wife, sipping wine he paid for, and hoping for other things of his aswell.
i could tell she was a woman used to getting her own way and i played along with her, intrigued by this woman who i had only just met.
the tension was beginning to feel palpable, so i broke the ice...
'how long have you been married MRS Ellinger?', i asked, empathising the MRS just to tease her.
i noticed her hand moving under the table, my mind conjuring up images of stocking clad thighs and lace panties, but i tried to concentrate on her words as she replied

 

[naughtynaughty]

Marianne

"Well, for starters, John, you call me Mrs Ellinger again, and I'll have security throw you out. Perhaps even throw in a few extra dollars to have them rough you up so you can't walk for a few days. If you must know, I married Henry ... must be eight years ago now. I had just turned 22, and was a recent graduate of Williams College. Henry was looking for a wife, and I was looking for some money so that I did not have to live in my parents' home any longer. I'm not proud of what I did, but with Henry's money I went and got a master's degree in English, and am working on one for French."

I am a little taken aback by how much I just let out ... it must be the wine, but part of me wants this man to know, wants him to understand why I am where I am ... wants anybody to understand. I decide that it is time to leave, seeing that John is no longer eating, and I stand up, motioning for John to stand with me. When we both stand, Arthur bustles over, and makes sure everything was alright. Having told him it was marvelous, I thank him, and walk out to my waiting limo.

 

[davidbarclay68]

So it wasn't my imagination

Well well at last things seem to hotting up. The only question in my mind now is what next?

I thought it kind of suspicious when the rough looking guy left his table a few seconds after Henry's wife, Marianne, that is. Now being a private decective means that you don't believe in coincidence so a few seconds later I followed him out.

At first I wasn't sure where he had gone then I spotted some movement out in a dark part of the terrace. Marianne and the stranger were talking then I noticed some movement. Was she fondling his cock? Lucky bastard!

Shit, I think she's spotted me. Damn, just when the action was hotting up. Better make myself scarce or old Henry won't be too chuffed if I give the game away.

Hot foot it back to my table to see the he's gone.

Wow, she's got a nerve! She's bringing him back to her table. Great, now I've got something to go on, this should make life interesting and mean I can continue to earn from this job.

Trying to keep cool but it's damn hard with Marianne she is so sexy and she always seems to be teasing all the guys. I wonder if she is doing it deliberately? The waiters can't get enough of her.

What the hell is she up to now? Is she playing with herself? Damn, she is! That's not doing my cock any good at all. Is she smiling at me? I hope I'm not rumbled that really would be a disaster just when I might get to see some action.

Hell, maybe she'd be prepared to pay me more than old Henry to make sure he doesn't get my report. Well I'll just have to wait for something a bit more tangible before I think about that score.

I'll just sit here and enjoy the view for now and wait for their next move.

 

[takeschances]

john

i should have kept quiet, my mouth and brain weren't connected at that point. i was too preoccupied with the thought of myself and marianne, together in bed.
before i had chance to explain, she had already got up and left me standing at the table, her husband's table, other guests looking round to see what the commotion was.
maybe she was mad that people always assumed that she was his trophy wife. she did admit to marrying him for his money, but she used it to better herself and i admired that.
i decided that i wasn't going to go back to my hotel room alone tonight and ran out of the restaurant after her...

 

[naughtynaughty]

Marianne

He comes jogging out behind me, as Regina, my driver, opens the door for me. "Regina, this is John," I say, introducing him to one of the few female limo drivers in the city. "Did Henry say where he was going to be staying this evening, Regina?"

"Yes ma'am, the lake house." Regina was a no nonsense kind of woman. In her early fifties, she does everything with precision. We get along well, and it took a lot of persuasion to convince Henry to keep her. It was worth it, though, because she is intensely loyal to me, refusing to share with Henry what I do from day to day.

"Well then, I believe I will take John to the apartment, and show him around. I want to show him ... the apartment." I feel foolish because I couldn't think of an acceptable lie, and Regina allows a slight break in character to smile at me, and look John up and down.

"Very good, ma'am."

I climb into the limo, and sit, adjusting my skirt which had ridden up as I was climbing in. John climbs in after me, and sits across from me. "So, John, what do you do?"

 

[takeschances]

john

i took a chance and it paid off...for now anyway.
here i was, sat opposite marianne, her skirt hitched up as she made herself comfortable in the back leather seat of the limousine.
she caught me looking and smoothed it down, self consciously.
and as the driver, regina, drove us to her apartment, marianne asked, 'what do you do john?'.
i tried to make it sound interesting, but i could tell she wasnt impressed by men whose working lives revolved around stocks, shares and investments...
so i made something up.
'i own a manufacturing company which specialises in sports clothing, we supply businesses all over europe', i lied.
okay, here was the truth. 'i'm over here to attend the usual round of conferences to try and generate some business'. then with a smirk, i added 'and i'm just trying to get my hands on a share of what everyone else wants'...now that WAS the truth, and even regina sniggered at the obvious come on that i was giving marianne.

 

[naughtynaughty]

Marianne

"My my my, John. You are feeling frisky tonight, aren't you? Full of double entendres and what have you. Hmm, I see I'm going to have to be careful around you this evening." I lean my head back and close my eyes.

"I'm lonely, John, that's why I invited you to sit with me in the restaurant, and why you are now sitting in my limozine, on the way to my apartment. That is why I have you here ... but why are you here? You're a good looking man, and I suspect that you have a wife or girlfriend ... or both ... back home, waiting for you to return from your sporting goods seminars, and yet you are riding with me, and practically drooling. Explain it to me."

I open my eyes, and tilt my head back down, looking John in the eyes. "Regina, would you be a dear and just drive around for a bit? John and I need to have a talk."

 

[takeschances]

John

My lie had been found out...For the second time, i found myself in a situation i was struggling to get out of. I breathed a heavy sigh and said, 'My wife left me for my business partner. I'm struggling to keep the company afloat on my own, but without any new contracts the prospects arent too good'.
That was the truth, Sam had left 6 months ago and i dont think i'd ever get over the shock of losing her, especially to my best friend of all people...
Marianne wasnt the only one feeling lonely, it had been a while since i had enjoyed the company of another woman, but i decided to leave that part out.
I looked across at her and stared into those eyes and wanted so much to kiss her pouting lips, but now wasnt the right time.

 

[naughtynaughty]

Marianne

I lean forward, and rub his knee, knowing that he has a perfect view of my cleavage. "You poor man, I am sorry I asked." I feel the need to console this stranger whom I have let into my life. I kneel between his legs, and stroke up his thighs slowly, making sure not to accidentally brush against his cock.

"Was she beautiful?" I ask, wanting to attack him with all sorts of emotions at once. I reach up to his buckle, and loosen it. Leaning my head forward, I unbutton and unzip his pants, with my teeth, a skill an old boyfriend, many years ago, had decided I needed to learn ... and a trick which I find most men remember almost as much as the pleasure which follows.

With one hand I reach into his pants, and pull out his throbbing cock. It's big, but it's not the length I notice first, so much as the thickness. It is easily one of the thickest cocks I have ever touched, and I can tell it will feel wonderful. I nuzzle my cheek against the hardening piece of meat, feeling a little precum trailing along my face. When it is fully hardened, I take just the head into my mouth, sucking my cheeks in to touch every part of the tender dome.

 

[takeschances]

john

I could not believe what Marianne was doing to me. moments ago, i thought she would order regina to pull the limo over and order me out, but now i know it was just a ploy to play with my emotions...
My heart raced as she leant over, allowing me a good view of those perfect tits and my cock ached and throbbed when she expertly took it out of my trousers and teased it to a hardened peak. i didnt care if regina could see us, by now all rational thought had gone out of the window.
Marianne slowly ran her tongue along my shaft and i moaned as she engulfed it in her mouth, pre cum glistening on those carefully made up cheeks. My juices were boiling, and i knew it wouldnt take long for me to cum, but as my dick grew inside her wet cavern, she must have sensed i was close and withdrew from my shaft, a popping noise accompanying the motion, and i looked her in the eyes ...
'you wicked wife', i whispered and kissed her full on the lips. i smiled and she winked at me, both of us exchanging that knowing look, those unspoken words which promised sex.

the limousine slowed down to a stop and i quickly zipped myself up, trying to disguise the bulge, as regina came around and opened the door...

 

[naughtynaughty]

Marianne

What has come over me, I think, shocked at my wanton lust. His thick cock starts twitching, a sure sign that he is about to cum, and I, regretfully, pull it out of my mouth. "You wicked wife," he says to me, and I tilt my head up and kiss him, letting him taste himself on my lips. "Mmm," I moan, winking at him. he has no idea what's in store for him.

As Regina opens the door, John is still trying to slip his hard cock into his pants, and adjust so the bulge isn't visible. I climb out, and wait for him, Regina smiling knowingly at me. As he climbs out, I tell Regina that she should come by in the morning to pick up John, as he might get tired, and wish to sleep here in the morning before returning to his seminars.

"I think he might miss the morning seminars, ma'am. Perhaps I should come later in the afternoon."

I agree that he may miss the morning seminars, and leave it up to her discretion. I thank her, and take his arm, leading him to the back entrance of the apartment.

"You know, you did not do a very good job hiding it," I tell him, resting my head against his shoulder. "You might as well have a neon sign around your waist that says: 'I have a hardon!' ... it must be tough being so well endowed." I smile in the darkness as he opens the back door for me. I nod to Dave, the security guy who manages not to gawk as we walk through the back corridors to the elevator.

 

[davidbarclay68]

The city streets are dark as I jump into my unobtrosive motor and begin to follow the limo. I had to hurry as they left suddenly. I knew I was onto something by now. This was no normal evening when Marianne sat dining with one of old Henry's buffers.

Now I was trying to work out where they were off to. His hotel? Who The hell was he? Why didn't I know him? I had a full brief - Henry had provided free access to his contact list, and although Marianne didn't know it I had also managed to get a hold of her address book. I had checked all of her friends and aquaintances and had all of her likely lovers under observation. I had secretly photographed all likely suspects (both male and female, well you never know, I've seen it all in 30 years in this game!) and HE didn't appear.

On the way I got on the phone and sent Bob to check up on the guy. Over to the restuarant, a bit of bribery would find out his name, whre he stayed or his hotel if he was a visitor. We could then get access and see what we could get on him. Break-ins that the subject never know happened - another of our specialities. God, I loved this business!

The apartment probably was their destination; Henry was off elsewhere for the night. No doubt stuffin one of his secretaries, another little "secret" I had decided might be useful to know about. Insurance against future difficulties. Always a good idea in this business. I took the short cut, it was a gamble, but I assumed that Marianne who liked the high life would want the comfort of her own patch. He looked too rough to be upmarket enough to own a half million pad.

I arrived, parked up out of sight, and then slipped Ralph, the security guy a ton to let me in. Ralph as one of my old colleagues was more than happy to accomodate me. I slipped into the apertment, and settled down in the old box room to see what was going to happen.

I was desperate to see the video from the limo but that would have to wait. I'd get it in the morning when it was delivered to my office by the family chaufeuse - another hundred on old Henry's bill!

I could hear footsteps approaching and then voices as they entered the apartment. I switched on my recorder and leaving a tiny gap in the door got ready to record the evidence.

I wonder if this is going to be interesting for the first time in a month of surveillance..............?

 

[davidbarclay68]

Now things are beginning to warm up

The city streets are dark as I jump into my unobtrosive motor and begin to follow the limo. I had to hurry as they left suddenly. I knew I was onto something by now. This was no normal evening when Marianne sat dining with one of old Henry's buffers.

Now I was trying to work out where they were off to. His hotel? Who The hell was he? Why didn't I know him? I had a full brief - Henry had provided free access to his contact list, and although Marianne didn't know it I had also managed to get a hold of her address book. I had checked all of her friends and aquaintances and had all of her likely lovers under observation. I had secretly photographed all likely suspects (both male and female, well you never know, I've seen it all in 30 years in this game!) and HE didn't appear.

On the way I got on the phone and sent Bob to check up on the guy. Over to the restuarant, a bit of bribery would find out his name, whre he stayed or his hotel if he was a visitor. We could then get access and see what we could get on him. Break-ins that the subject never know happened - another of our specialities. God, I loved this business!

The apartment probably was their destination; Henry was off elsewhere for the night. No doubt stuffin one of his secretaries, another little "secret" I had decided might be useful to know about. Insurance against future difficulties. Always a good idea in this business. I took the short cut, it was a gamble, but I assumed that Marianne who liked the high life would want the comfort of her own patch. He looked too rough to be upmarket enough to own a half million pad.

I arrived, parked up out of sight, and then slipped Ralph, the security guy a ton to let me in. Ralph as one of my old colleagues was more than happy to accomodate me. I slipped into the apertment, and settled down in the old box room to see what was going to happen.

I was desperate to see the video from the limo but that would have to wait. I'd get it in the morning when it was delivered to my office by the family chaufeuse - another hundred on old Henry's bill!

I could hear footsteps approaching and then voices as they entered the apartment. I switched on my recorder and leaving a tiny gap in the door got ready to record the evidence.

I wonder if this is going to be interesting for the first time in a month of surveillance..............?

 

[davidbarclay68]

Now things are beginning to warm up

The city streets are dark as I jump into my unobtrosive motor and begin to follow the limo. I had to hurry as they left suddenly. I knew I was onto something by now. This was no normal evening when Marianne sat dining with one of old Henry's buffers.

Now I was trying to work out where they were off to. His hotel? Who The hell was he? Why didn't I know him? I had a full brief - Henry had provided free access to his contact list, and although Marianne didn't know it I had also managed to get a hold of her address book. I had checked all of her friends and aquaintances and had all of her likely lovers under observation. I had secretly photographed all likely suspects (both male and female, well you never know, I've seen it all in 30 years in this game!) and HE didn't appear.

On the way I got on the phone and sent Ralph to check up on the guy. Over to the restuarant, a bit of bribery would find out his name, whre he stayed or his hotel if he was a visitor. We could then get access and see what we could get on him. Break-ins that the subject never know happened - another of our specialities. God, I loved this business!

The apartment probably was their destination; Henry was off elsewhere for the night. No doubt stuffin one of his secretaries, another little "secret" I had decided might be useful to know about. Insurance against future difficulties. Always a good idea in this business. I took the short cut, it was a gamble, but I assumed that Marianne who liked the high life would want the comfort of her own patch. He looked too rough to be upmarket enough to own a half million pad.

I arrived, parked up out of sight, and then slipped Dave, the security guy a ton to let me in. Dave as one of my old colleagues was more than happy to accomodate me. I slipped into the apertment, and settled down in the old box room to see what was going to happen.

I was desperate to see the video from the limo but that would have to wait. I'd get it in the morning when it was delivered to my office by the family chaufeuse, Regina - another hundred on old Henry's bill!

I could hear footsteps approaching and then voices as they entered the apartment. I switched on my recorder and leaving a tiny gap in the door got ready to record the evidence.

I wonder if this is going to be interesting for the first time in a month of surveillance..............?

 

[takeschances]

john

It felt good to have a woman on my arm, especially someone as beautiful as Marianne...
She rested her head on my shoulder and we laughed about my erection, which was still making me walk awkwardly. Even the security guard was aware of it, but by this stage i wasnt bothered. It was inevitable that we were going to become lovers tonight, and when she told regina, 'he might miss his morning seminars', i grinned and my cock began to ache with anticipation.

We got in the plush elevator and i leaned back against the glass panels which surrounded three sides, as Marianne carefully pushed the buttom to take us upto the 15th floor.
Before she had chance to turn around, i wrapped my arms around her waist, moving upwards so that i cupped her breasts in my hands, the flesh so ripe under the thin material of her blouse.
She sighed, 'oh john, no not here we mustnt', but they carried no conviction and i continued my exploration, teasing her nipples and making them harden, kissing her neck and whispering things in her ear, naughty things that i wanted to do with her, my warm breath making her face flush red.

I banged the elevator stop bottom and crouched down, so that her ass was level with my head. 'lift your skirt for me Marianne', i ordered her, and she complied...

 

[naughtynaughty]

Marianne

As I reach out and touch the button for the 15th floor, I feel John's rough hands, at my waist, rubbing my skin gently, and then roaming up, over my shirt to grip my full tits. "Oh John, we mustn't, not here," I whisper, taking one of his hands, and leading it down to the front of my skirt, pushing individual fingers against my pussy through my skirt. He reaches out and pulls the emergency stop button. "Lift your skirt, Marianne," he command grufly. I look behind me, and he is kneeling back there, face at eye level with my ass hole. I hike my skirt up, and reveal my panty free ass to him. I reach behind me, and spread my ass cheeks for him. "I know you want it, John. Make me your slut."