A hand softly caressed my bare shoulder as I became aware of the fragrance of Creed Island Eau de Cologne.

“May I have the pleasure of this dance?”

I glanced up at the tall, elegant figure looming over me. “It would be a pleasure,” I smiled up at Dwayne Jefferies, the CEO of the firm my husband works for.

“Tell me, Diane, do you hate these company get-togethers as much as I do?”

“You noticed?”

“Hard not to with your husband making a drunken fool of himself trying to get into the pants of his intern. Come let’s dance, and I’ll try to get him out of your thoughts.”

I stood and looked into his blue eyes and returned his mischievous grin before allowing him to take my arm and lead me onto the dance floor.”

His eyes darted down my décolletage and appraised my unfettered breasts as he took me into his arms. I felt an all, but forgotten twinge of longing invade my body.

He placed his hand against my bare back and pulled me against his body. “Why do you put up with it?” he asked.

“There’s no easy answer,” I said. “The easiest answer, I guess, is that I do for the sake of the children.”

As we glided around the dance floor, the hand on my back got lower and lower till it was skirting the fringe of my thong and caressing the top of my ass. I could sense his arousal as Dwayne clasped me tightly against his body.

When his mouth lowered to mine, I immediately responded by gifting him my tongue. When we came up for air, I saw my husband had been looking at us. He shrugged and went back to schmoozing the young bimbo he was with.

Dwayne scooped me up in his arms and carried me out of the ballroom cradling my ass in his strong arms. I started to protest but was silenced by the passion of his kiss as I linked my arms around his neck.

“Where are you taking me?”

“You’ll see,” he said as he carried me out to the porch of the hotel.

By this time, my pussy was definitely moist with need. People outside smoking cast curious glances at us as I tried to hide my face in the crook of his neck.

By the time we had turned the corner of the wrap-around porch and arrived at a deserted portion adjacent to the tennis courts, I had decided that I would let myself be seduced as I figured what’s good for the gander is also good for the goose.

Dwayne set me down and lowered my bodice to expose my breasts. “Delectable,’ he said as his mouth sucked on my erect nipple.

“Dwayne, we are very exposed here. Anyone can come around the corner and see us at any time.”

“So what, Diane? I’ve wanted you since I saw you the first time at the Christmas party a year ago.”