Take Advantage of Her Next Opportunity

Paul was flustered as he scrambled into his front Foyer and hastily discarded his shoes and hung up his coat.

His afternoon had gone sideways, first with an impromptu visit from Catherine where Paul couldn’t quite explain his being convinced to squeeze in a meeting with Galen Nestow the CEO of the privately run emergency call center in the city.

In her wake he was stuck with assorted pent up lewd thoughts throughout the day. Almost as if something had lingered in the air around his office in the wake of Catherine’s visit.

Originally Paul thought he could quickly and smoothly assess and escape what Galen was advocating for.

But the CEO had come with a presentation, calling for political movement and impetus to address sanitary conditions at Lions Head Park.

Something Paul had been railroading as he advocated for the homeless encampment removal before restoring the facilities to a more desirable state.

The fact Catherine also attended and was pushing for the park washrooms to not only be fixed, but altered to aid the encampment drew things out awkwardly for the city councilor.

Not that Paul had managed to pay attention.

As hard as Paul had tried, his mind kept drifting to Catherine or his aide being naked. The sexually thoughts, and desires more potent the longer he sat there in the meeting.

A few times he asked for a quick repeat on statements swearing he had heard some perverse proposition, or flirtatious double entendre amongst the other three people in the room.

As Paul’s thoughts strangely drifted to sexual acts there in his office he had quickly folded. Instructing his aide to have a city maintenance team dispatched to assess the work, and possible scope, leaving her to take notes of what Galen and Catherine were recommending.

None of that mattered now, as Pamela approached him in the Foyer, clearly naked beneath her hanging open house coat.

An invitation that was both distressing, and relieving for Paul as he looked around. It was still early for their maid to have left.

“Just, who I’ve been waiting to see…” Pamela remarked seductively, strutting towards her husband with a confident stride, any concern of the morality of satiating her arousal with strangers alleviated by the availability of her husband.

As the housecoat slunk to the floor in the approach of his wife Paul stammered to express a concern about the maid seeing this, his wife tying up his tongue with her own as she pulled him by the tie into a deep passionate kiss.

“Honey… Honey… the a… maid…” Paul finally utter as Pamela sunk to her knees, raking her hands down across his dress shirt beneath the suit jacket as she mouthed the clear bulge of his pant.

“Let Carmen watch.” Pamela purred, “Better still, invite her to add whore to her resume.”

Pamela wasn’t sure where the words, never mind the thought had come from. Any second guesses or concerns dismissed by the arousal she basked in the idea of kneeling here, sucking her husbands cock as the maid watched, aghast.

Her fingers hooked his belt loops taught, a tongue pulled his fly zipper erect, teeth clamping, and her face drawing it down.

An upward nuzzle spread his fly, as Pamela’s fingers shifted to massage, and maneuver his cock free from the envelopment of his pants.

As Pamela's lips parted, and encompassed the flared head of his cock, she suckled and tugged with her lips before first swallowing Paul’s length. Pamela turned to look towards the doorways, watching, imagining telling Carmen to get on her knees and join her.

Paul was absolutely gobsmacked. He wanted to resist, he wanted to halt things right now. But the feel of his wife’s lips, the warmth of her mouth, the stroke of her tongue, and the seed of taboo thought planted in response to his concerns flourished in his already aroused state from being in the proximity of the Idol’s First Witness, not to mention a corrupted Catherine for over an hour.

Without thought, or even realizing, Paul soon found his hips swaying back and forth, flexing with the push and pulls of the hands on his waste, the wet glug of his wife throat fucking herself echoing off the high ceiling.

The wet smack of her drool, the periodic cough or gag of her throat. It all just resonated with his relief from the built up tension from the meeting, and Pamela’s need to be used.

“Oh shit.. I’m gonna…” Paul failed to finish his sentence, crying out in pleasure, staring down in disbelief as his wife pulled off his cock and looked up in wild delight, tongue stuck out as his rigid shaft erupted in multiple ropes of cum.

Across Pamela’s face, down her chest, all it seemed to do was excite her. Scooping it up, Pamela fed herself the cum enthusiastically. All as Paul wondered how his wife had suddenly become so lewd and perverse.

“CARMEN!” Pamela cried out, a faint echo of a response coming back from a distant room. “Can you please mop the Foyer before you go home, there’s a bit of a mess.”

As a faint okay responded Pamela sauntered toward the grandiose stairs up into the second floor.

“I hope you aren’t done.” Pamela remarked pausing at the bottom step. “I want to see if you can fuck me like a whore.”

Watching as his wife slowly and confidently scaled the steps Paul couldn’t help but admire her super model like figure. Before rushing up the steps after her.

Eager to fuck well into the night.