My husband has been after me for several months now to write this story, but I have reluctant because I've never been all that good with the written word. I hope it's not so bad that you chose not to publish it as Al is so looking forward to see the story in print.

My name is Melanie and I'm a forty-year-old working mother of three. I am what some would call 'pleasingly plump' being small waisted, but somewhat heavy in the breast and hip areas. My best feature is my legs and I have always been very aware of that fact so I dress to accentuate them. I must own over thirty pair of high heels, most in the style referred to as 'come-fuck-me' pumps, most of my skirts are short and as a result I seem to attract male attention wherever I go.

About three years ago Al started commenting on the way other men looked at me and saying things like, "I bet he would like to fuck you" and "I'll bet you wouldn't have any trouble talking him into sneaking off to a dark corner for a quick fuck." A short time after that he started asking me if I had ever considered trying another cock, did I ever have fantasies about other men, etc., etc., etc? Finally, about a year and a half ago, he came right out and told me that his biggest fantasy was to watch other men fuck me. At first I was shocked at the notion and at the fact that he could even think such a thing, and I told him in no uncertain terms that I would never consider doing something that disgusting and perverted.

But the idea was planted, and the more he talked about his fantasies the more I thought about them too. I began looking at the men I came in daily contact with in a different light. I would wonder what their cocks looked like, what kind of lover they might be, and would they be interested in me. The more I thought about another man slipping his hard cock into my pussy the less insane I considered the idea to be and I eventually reached a point where, in my mind at least, it was a foregone conclusion that I was going to try sex with someone other than my husband. There were, however, a few roadblocks - three actually; could I actually go through with it? Could I bring myself to do it with my husband watching? And last, but most important - would my husband really enjoy it or would it, in fact, have a harmful effect on our marriage (I remembered the old saying "Be careful of what you ask for - you just might get it")? So even though I was reaching a point where I would consider doing it, those nagging doubts kept me from ever trying.

The sales firm where I work as a secretary/receptionist has a cocktail party once a month to entertain clients and I am usually in attendance as 'Girl Friday' and 'gofer'. When the number of clients is small the party is usually held right at the office, when the guests are more numerous a hospitality suite is usually reserved at a local hotel. The affairs are generally low-key, but a lot of casual flirtation takes place. I admit to having been 'felt up' a time or two and a few boozy kisses have been exchanged, but once I indicated that I had no interest in going any farther I was never pressed.

It was at one of these parties that my life changed forever. It was a typical party with nothing out of the ordinary going on; I'd been sipping white wine for about two hours and while not yet 'tipsy' I was definitely in a mellow mood. I excused myself and went to the back of the office and then down the hall to the ladies room. As I left the restroom I bumped - literally - into Larry, one of our salesmen. He grabbed me to keep me from falling and once I was steady on my feet he smiled at me and said, in his usual flirtatious way, "Mel, you look damn good tonight. When are you going to give me a taste?"

I don't know which one of us was the most surprised when I said, "What's wrong with right now?"

I have to give Larry credit for being a nice guy. Instead of being 'all hands' and falling all over me he considered the fact that I might have had too much to drink and didn't really mean what I'd said. He stepped back and asked, "Are you serious?"

"At this exact instant I am, but if I were you I wouldn't give me a whole lot of time to think about it."

Larry just looked at me for a moment, and then he led me across the hall and into Harvey's office. After locking the door behind us he took me in his arms and kissed me. As our tongues intermingled he unzipped my dress and unsnapped my bra, and as I shrugged my arms free and he began to caress my breasts the dress fell to my waist and the bra fell to the floor. He lifted me up onto the desk and removed my panties. I opened my legs and his fingers began to probe for my opening and when he found it and a finger entered my pussy my entire body shuddered. He knelt down between my legs and began licking me; my hands went to the back of his head and I pulled him to me, my body tingling as if electricity was running through it.

Larry stood up and dropped his pants. As he slipped down his briefs and his cock sprang free I reached out for it and wrapped my fingers around it. He sat down on the desk and I of course knew what he wanted; it would be my first big test for I'd never known any cock other than Al's. It was a test that I passed with an ease that surprised me. I opened my mouth and engulfed the head of Larry's penis and even as my lips closed on him my hands were reaching for his heavy balls. I remember thinking about how different from Al he tasted and wondering what his sperm would taste like if I took him to completion with my mouth. As I slowly licked and sucked his cock his hands were caressing my breasts and it wasn't too long before I began to feel the heat building in my body. Larry pulled out of my mouth and lifted me back onto the desk. I spread my legs wide for him and he drove his cock into me. We were both so hot that it only took me a minute or so to reach orgasm and less than a minute latter Larry pumped his load of cum into me. I got up from Harvey's desk and as I was arranging my clothes I noticed a cum stain on the blotter and I wondered if he would notice it, and if he did, would he have any idea of what it was (as it happened, he put one of his own next to it, but that was a lot latter).

Larry fucked me two more times that night, both times a pure sex no frills fuck. The first came after we had returned to the party and then watched each other across the room for forty minutes or so. It was as if ESP was at work - we both headed for the back hallway at the same time and ended up in Harv's office again. This time I simply bent forward over the desk while Larry pushed my dress up around my waist, pulled the crotch of my panties aside, and entered me from the rear. Larry pounded at me for what seemed like an hour, but in reality was only five minutes or so. I came twice before he finished and when he pulled out of me I must have been a sight to see as I stood there in my 'come fuck me' pumps, my legs spread wide, bent over the desk with a trickle of cum running down the inside of each thigh. The second time was a fast fuck in the back seat of Larry's car and as I climbed off him I bent over and took his cock in my mouth and tasted his cum for the first time.

Lucky for me Al was asleep when I got home. If he had been up he would have wanted to make love and there is no way he would not have noticed my sloppy pussy. As I lay in bed I thought about the events of the night, and while I now knew that I could indeed step out of my marriage and enjoy sex, I still had severe reservations about my ability to fuck in front of Al. And I had even more severe reservations about his actually liking it. In the end I took the easy way out and decided not to tell Al what I'd done.