Mia reapplies her battle paint.

Mia Maxwell went to the mirror in the bathroom while Dani headed straight for the stalls. The English woman checked her reflection on the polished surface as the American relieved herself. The unmistakable sound of Dani peeing echoed through the washroom. When the sound had stopped Mia had some questions for Dani.

“You and Daniel seemed to be getting along well.”

“Oh yes. He’s so funny. He had me in hysterics,” Dani called back from behind the wooden door.

“That’s nice.”

“In fact, I nearly peed myself at the end there. You must be so happy with him.”

Happy was the furthest from how Mia was feeling right now. Annoyed, irritated, or pissed off would have been more like it. Not that any of these feelings were directed at Dani. Mia found her innocent in all this. It was her husband to who Mia directed her ire.

Dani came out of the cubicle to stand next to Mia and the sinks. Mia changed her countenance to a smile as she fished around inside her handbag for her make-up bag. Dani washed her hands as Mia reapplied her deep plum lip liner.

“I can’t wait to get back to the hotel. I’m so freaking horny,” Dani said. “I’m going to fuck Spencer silly.”

**** had made Dani loose-lipped, but Mia still retained her sense of decorum. “How lucky for Spencer.”

“God he’s so fucking big,” Dani dreamed lustily.

It wasn’t the first time Mia had heard of Spencer’s prodigious manhood. If she hadn’t been in a bad mood, she might have paid the idea more thought.

The two couples stepped out onto the street together and took in the New York City night. It was never quiet, the sound of car horns a constant soundtrack mixing in with the faint chorus of bars and nightclubs broadcasting their music. It was cold too, Mia feeling it, especially without a jacket, she wanted to get back to the hotel quickly.

“Shall we get cabs?” Mia asked the group. She might have just been talking to Spencer as Dan and Dani were back to their dinner talk with each other, laughing and giggling at something stupid.

Mia was surprised Dan heard her at all when he said, “Why don’t we walk? The hotel isn’t too far.”

Danielle cackled. “Only if you’re carrying me!”

Spencer smirked at Dan pressed his back for Dani and told her to hop on. They made it two steps before they lost their balance and toppled over against ‘atera’’s front window. Mia gritted her teeth and wished they’d, or Dan at least, had fallen through it.

“Why don’t we all ride together,” Spencer suggested coming to stand with Mia.

Mia nodded, happy Spencer was showing some practicality. The darkly tanned woman pulled out her phone and ordered an Uber to their location. As she waited to be matched with a driver, Mia took a long hard look at Spencer Askren, seeing him with new eyes. He was handsome, no doubt about it. Tall like her own husband but broad and strong looking. He was the rugged American to her husband’s wizened academic. Smart and sensible, Spencer was a self-made man. Daniel in contrast seemed to skirt through life content to live off the larger sums of money Mia made. Even Spencer’s dress was better. Mia had for years had to badger Daniel to dress nicer and present himself better. Mia admired Spencer’s well-tailored suit, outlining his carved chest, and leading down to his saucer-like hands. An image of those hands grasping her bum flicked into Mia’s mind. Big hands meant a big cock…

It was that thought that was filling Mia’s mind when she was interrupted by her phone chiming that their Uber was arriving. Snapping out of her reverie, Mia told the group their lift was here and opened the back door of the small SUV.

“Dan, you take the front. Spencer, you’re in the back with me,” Mia said as she grasped Spencer's muscled arm and drew him into the back seat next to her. Her grip on his body not releasing even when Danielle joined them in the backseat. Spencer made no comment about Mia holding onto him but confirmed the name of the hotel they were all staying at when the driver asked.

New York City traffic which never seemed good was at a near standstill tonight. A quick 15-minute ride downtown to their hotel looked like being closer to an hour at the rate they were going. Danielle had fallen asleep against the car window within two minutes of taking off. Dan was his normal self, talking the driver’s ear off and forgetting about Mia in the back. It left Spencer and Mia all alone to their own devices in the cramped backseat.

The long grey dress that Mia had worn that evening was split at the side to nearly the hip. The hip that was touching Spencer’s. Mia leant forward to check on Danielle, still sound asleep, there was an anger inside her that normally only came when she was tired and hungry. Right now, she was neither but sick of her husband making a fool of her and being reckless with her feelings about other women in front of her. She knew it was insanity, but she wanted to get even with Dan. See how he’d liked it if she were to lead someone else on in front of him. Not that she wanted Daniel to see what she was doing.

Stooping to the floor, Mia picked up the handbag she’d brought with her and set it down just above the curve of her knees. It would block Dan’s view if he were to turn around and look back at Mia, not that she thought he would. Letting go of Spencer’s bicep, Mia slid her hand down towards Spencer's left palm and lifted it up. In one smooth movement, Mia lifted the split in her dress and placed Spencer’s rough hand down on her inner thigh, halfway between her groin and knees.

Spencer went to jolt upright but couldn’t, he didn’t want to risk waking Danielle beside him. Mia Maxwell, Dani’s boss, had just placed his hand up her skirt. Spencer didn’t know what to do. The woman’s husband was in the same car with them. From the corner of Spencer’s eye, he could see Mia fold her hands over the spot Spencer’s palm was as she turned to look out the window. Very carefully Spencer tried to pull his hand back out from Mia’s legs, but the Indian woman felt his movement and snapped her legs closed trapping his fingers as she placed pressure down on his hand. Whatever game she was playing she didn’t want him to take his hand out Spencer considered.

Keeping his hand there for a few minutes, Spencer started to take in the feeling of Mia’s skin as his heart rate started to fall from the initial shock. Mia’s flesh was warm to the touch. And smooth Spencer noticed. Absolutely smooth. Not a single blemish could be felt. It was like Mia’s legs had been born hairless. There wasn’t a single whisker of stubble for him to feel anyway under his hand. In the end, it seemed Spencer’s fingertips had a life of their own, he certainly hadn’t wished it, but he felt an irresistible **** compel him to run his fingers further out and explore if Mia was as silky smooth in even wider places. When he moved his wrist a millimetre higher, Spencer could feel the muscles in Mia’s legs relax and her knees that had been holding him in place parted. She wanted him to go higher. Spencer fought an internal battle not to.

Mia's entire body felt like it was on fire. The inexcusability of what she was doing was more intoxicating than anything she’d tried before. Is this what **** users felt she wondered? Is this what drove married men to cheat on their wives? Had she made a horrible mistake, and should she stop it now? Spencer’s hand moved higher again, and Mia knew there wasn’t a single cell in her body that could stop what she’d started right now.

Spencer’s forearm must have moved a wrist width deeper into the split of Mia’s evening dress and towards her centre. Spencer could feel the heat from Mia’s core increasing with every agonising step he took closer to… to… to Mia’s pussy. My God! Spencer thought for the first time. Would he actually touch this gorgeous woman’s pussy right next to his girlfriend? Thinking back to Dani, Spencer remembered how she’d got dressed without putting any underwear on. Was Mia likewise wearing no panties? Would he find out? Did he have the courage to try? Would she let him if he did get close to her pussy?

With Spencer’s hand now just an inch or two from her cunny, Mia could feel just how wet and sticky her pussy had gotten contained inside her expensive lace panties. She was glad she’d worn her newest, matching set of lingerie. She wanted Spencer to discover them and be amazed. She wished with all her heart that she could show them to him but that would be impossible she knew. Still, he would feel it for himself soon. His hand moved, closing the distance even more.

Spencer was at the very last curve of Mia’s thigh. Unnoticed to Spencer, his cock had swollen to entire full length, rock hard, and was now sticking up painfully through the ridges of his suit pants. Precum forming a dark circle on the woollen material. Still Spencer didn’t notice. Around that final corner was where his hand and his heart had been leading him. The heat was just incredible. Summoning up all his courage…

Spencer moved! His bottom two fingers contacted Mia’s pussy. Oh! It was so hot and wet Spencer could feel it! The rough outlines of lace caging soft gooey skin like a fishing net.

Mia felt her body shudder as Spencer made final delirious contact with her swampy pussy. Her breath sucked in a ragged draw.

“And we're here!” The Uber driver let them know.