Steve takes you out to dinner

Once in the lobby, you immediately spot Steve. He's wearing a slick business suit that looks like it was probably tailored to fit him exactly. He hasn't noticed you yet, and you can see exactly why. A young blond woman, probably in her early twenties, just walked by wearing a very short and revealing dress. Steve's eyes are following the young woman's swaying hips and supple ass as she passes, and he starts nodding to himself appreciatively.

"Hey, Steve!" you call to him while he's in mid-nod, and he immediately looks in your direction. His face flushes briefly with embarrassment. The expression on his face goes from embarrassed to stunned as his eyes follow every curve of your body, spending several moments focusing on your breasts, hips, and legs before making their way back up to meet your eyes.

"Wow, Suzy, you look amazing!" he finally manages to say.

You flash a toothy grin and respond with, "Thank you, Steve. You look pretty handsome yourself."

"Thank you," he says. "Well, we better get going." He leads you out to his car, placing his hand on the small of your back as he guides you in the right direction. He opens the door of his fancy sports car for you and closes it after you sit down before walking around to the driver's side and hopping in. He starts the engine, and it purrs with a powerful undercurrent that sends tingles up between your legs. He puts the car in drive and hits the road.

You two make small talk in the car. You can't help but admire how confident he looks behind the wheel. You also notice the familiar bulge between his thighs, and it takes a considerable amount of self control to keep from reaching out and rubbing it. Once you arrive at the restaurant, Steve hands the keys to the valet and you are both quickly taken to your table.

The small talk continues over dinner. He talks about how his business is expanding, and you talk about the conference here your business has sent you to. Eventually, he comes around to talking about Diane and the divorce. He even confesses that, on top of putting his business concerns ahead of his wife's, he had also been cheating on her.

"You see, I was always a little too... big for Diane. She always seemed to enjoy herself at the time, but after every time we had sex she would complain about being sore for a week," he explained. You nod in understanding, thinking you would probably feel the same way if you weren't so used to taking on a variety of sizes and shapes of cocks already. "And what's worse, I started craving anal sex. Ever since... well... that one time in the shower..." he continues. You smile and close your eyes for a second, savoring the memory. "Well, I had never fucked anyone in the ass before that day, so I had no idea I would enjoy it so much. I knew I had to have it again, but Diane wouldn't hear of it. She made it perfectly clear that her back door was off limits." He took a breath and held it in for a few seconds before slowly letting it out. "That's when I started fucking Tina."

"Tina?" you ask.

"My personal assistant," he said. "She used to work at a gentlemen's club to pay for her college. She caught my eye while she was working there, so imagine my surprise when she shows up at my office for a job interview. She was fully qualified, so I hired her on the spot. She was so grateful for the job that she... um... 'thanked' me that day. Under the desk. Twice."

Intrigued, you raise an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Yes, and it turns out she is very much into taking large cocks up her ass. She has even bragged about breaking her sorority's record for number of cocks taken anally in a semester. Well, Diane came by the office one day to surprise me, and walked in on us while my cock was buried to the hilt in Tina's ass. The divorce papers came the next week."

A sad expression came across Steve's face. You feel like you need to cheer him up. You reach out to take his hand. "It's okay, Steve. That's all in the past now. To be honest with you, I haven't forgotten about our one time in the shower either. In fact, that's why I called you." you tell him as you gently start rubbing your foot up his leg.

Steve's face brightens. "Really?"

"Mmm hmmm," you nod and give him a wink.

"But, what about Dave? I know I didn't give him any consideration the first time like I should have, but.."

"Shhhh," you say as you lay your index finger over his lips. "You let me worry about my husband."

He swallows and nods. You get up from the table and lean over to whisper in his ear, "Let's go back to my hotel. It's been too long since I've seen that magnificent cock of yours."

Steve doesn't need any more convincing. Once the check is paid and the waiter and valet are tipped, you two are racing down the street toward your hotel.