The letter was at her desk having been delivered by certified mail. It was marked "Personal and Confidential" in the lower left-hand corner of the envelope. There was no return address. She felt butterflies knowing that it was from him. Though they hadn't seen one another face to face in a few years, they remained in contact via social media.
The friendship began at a mundane retail job over ten years ago. There had always been an undeniable mutual attraction as well as some harmless flirting over the years, even though all the while she had maintained a relationship with another man who had transition from boyfriend to fiancée to husband.
Her hands trembled slightly in anticipation of what might be inside. A few days before she had playfully asked what he wanted for his birthday. He texted back saying he had not thought about it as birthdays were not a big deal to him. Then he said he would think it over and let her know.
She looked discreetly around to see if anyone was watching her. She slipped the letter opener inside the flap and slowly slid it the full length of the expensive parchment. She pulled the letter out catching a musky scent from the expensive stationery. It was handwritten in beautiful script.
"My dear friend. There are not many things I need nor desire at this point in my life. However, after giving your request serious consideration, I decided there is something I want from you. This may sound a bit odd, and I ask only two things from you as you weigh my request; one is that you decide whether or not you can trust me completely and two, that your participation be free of all guilt from breaking your marriage vows.
If you follow these instructions to the letter, I assume you are assenting to these conditions. If you do not appear, rest assured, our friendship will remain intact. However, you will have missed out on a powerful sexual experience.
I will take a room at the Hotel E. An envelope and package will be left for you at the front desk with the keycard to the room as well as further instructions with a gift. Text me when you have arrived and settled into the room. When I respond, you may open the package you received and follow the instructions contained inside. Do not open it before hearing from me.
Remember, complete trust is paramount.
M~"
She read over the letter completely, twice, letting its contents sink in. She found herself gently squeezing her thighs together as she felt her sex moisten, imagining the possibilities of where this may lead. She had never actually betrayed her marriage vows before, though numerous temptations had crossed her path in the past. While she was a highly competent administrator at work and a loving, affection mother to her children, her needs as a woman were often neglected.
Could she go through with this? She remembered once before she had wanted to go to this man, to give herself over to the desires that burned between them just below the surface. He had been hesitant, not wanting to play the role of homewrecker since he was friendly with her husband. Evidently, he had moved past those concerns and was prepared to give into his lust for her. But could she reciprocate?
It was difficult to concentrate on her work the rest of the afternoon. Images of this man and what he planned to do with her kept interrupting her concentration. She found herself periodically looking at photos he had posted on his Facebook profile, particularly the ones after his workouts. He had dedicated himself to getting fitter and it showed. She had complimented him on it from time to time as well. These interactions had led to further flirtations, some getting much more intimate, even downright graphic, in their content.
Finally, she finished the tasks she absolutely needed to get done before the weekend. She slipped away to the ladies' room and checked each stall to see if anyone else was in there before entering the last stall. She pulled up her skirt and pulled down her panties. She closed her eyes and began sliding her fingers up and down the folds of her pussy.
She thought of his hands on her body holding her tight from behind, kissing her neck tenderly, the rough stubble of his cheek. His hands lifting her skirt, his fingers finding their way inside her damp thong, exploring the folds of her most private place. His hot breath giving her goosebumps as he whispered what he wanted from her directly into her ear. She felt his thick fingers slowly entering her body, exploring her hidden depths.
Her pelvic muscles gripped his fingers and squeezed them as tight as she could. This initiated an electric charge which coursed throughout her body, her wetness increasing tenfold as his fingers slid in and out of her sopping womb. Without warning, she felt the fingers replaced by something even larger. His cock now filled her in a way her husband never could. As he picked up the pace and drove deeper inside of her body, she began moaning louder than normal. Her breath quickened. She was close.
Her revelry was suddenly broken by the restroom door opening. She froze, holding her breath, as high heels clicked across the tile floor. Upon hearing the thud of another stall door shutting and being secured, she quickly gathered herself, washed her hands, and returned to her desk.
It was close enough to quitting time to justify leaving for the weekend. She slipped the letter into her purse and hurriedly headed out the door. Her sister texted before leaving the parking lot telling her that she was at a nearby brewery and distillery and that she should join. Though her panties were a sticky mess, an adult beverage might be just the thing to help settle her nerves.
******
Her sister waved her over to a table where she was chatting with a couple of other regulars. She greeted everyone and ordered a glass of wine. She tried to engage with the others, but her mind kept drifting back to the letter, to the man. The mystery of it all was both disconcerting and exciting.
Her sister sensed her distance and decided a restroom break was in order. They had always been close and shared everything with one another. After reading the letter her sister handed it back and looked her dead in the eye.
"Well, are you going to do it?" she asked.
"I don't know. Do you think I should?"
"Hell yes," her sister retorted. "You two have always lusted after one another. And it's not like your libido couldn't use a jumpstart. Right?"
"I could definitely use some excitement in that department."
"You're always reading stories filled with passion and romance," her sister reminded.
"Maybe it's time you live it out instead of just reading about it. Maybe he'll be your Christian Grey, but without the wealth."
"I don't know about that. I'm not really into bondage and I don't think he is either."
"Well, you never know what might be lurking inside his mind," her sister pointed out.
"That letter is pretty damn mysterious. And he really emphasized trust. Sounds like some D/s stuff could be on the agenda to me."
