Sarah was still glowing at the lingering feeling of that anonymous session of the most wonderful sex she had ever experienced, surpassing anything she had ever had in real life and even going beyond the fantasies she dreamed up when she masturbated. She slipped on her silk robe, cool against her skin that still felt the caresses of her mystery lover.
The sound of the front door opening and footsteps in the hall splintered her reverie with a jolt.
"Darling?? I finally made it."
Ralph's voice echoed round the marble floor of the hall as he mounted the staircase.
"The traffic was horrendous, the worst I've seen! I hope you managed to pass the time darling."
Sarah stifled a giggle but smiled slowly at her husband, feeling a tingle between her thighs as she recalled the stranger's lovemaking and the way she had responded to his touch. Ralph will think that I'm smiling because I'm pleased to see him, she thought to herself. I am actually, she added mentally, but not because I want him to make love to me, not now.
"Darling, why don't you go to bed? I'm still tense from the journey; I'll have a whisky to help me relax before I join you."
Sarah needed no encouragement to take off her robe and slip into bed. As she did so, the short silk nightdress rode up to her hips, her legs opened involuntarily and equally automatically her hand cupped her pussy, still wet from the stranger's cum and her own honey. She tasted both as she sucked her fingers, licking her lips and dreaming as she dozed. Waking intermittently to continue tasting that delicious mixture of the stranger's cum and her own juices, she moaned softly and long at the memory, turned over under the duvet to see her husband Ralph fast asleep.
She sighed inwardly and decided to get up and shower. The prospect of playing with the warm jets of water, which she could just turn on to give her instant stimulation, was more appealing than trying to arouse Ralph. She enjoyed herself in the bathroom-she sprinkled scented bath oils around; she adjusted the shower head to her favourite setting which had just the right balance of force and tingle on her nipples and clit. She also adjusted the wall jets - some of which were at just the right level so that she could stand with her legs apart in front of them, letting the spray thrill her, while she teased and pulled on her nipples, erect under the shower foam. She let the warm, exciting spray cover her, losing herself in the steam and stimulation of the jets. She brought herself to a point where she felt the orgasm on the point of shaking her. She shuddered as she took herself to the edge and eased off.... then she brought herself close again...and again, experiencing the delightfully teasing sensation of almost reaching a climax time after time. But reluctantly she denied herself the orgasm - she wanted to save herself for the fun she knew she could have later the following day.
She usually went shopping on Thursdays, and over breakfast, as the butler and chauffeur, Simon, served her and Ralph with their coffee, she announced to her husband,
"Ralph dear, I feel I need a really long shopping session today...I feel I need to indulge myself....Simon-can I book you for a ride?......yes?.....good.....we'll take the Mercedes I think-you like that don't you?"
She smiled at Simon and caught his eye; she held it a second or too longer than she needed to and half closed her eyelashes as he held her gaze too. As he came around the other side of the table with the coffee pot for her husband, she could see distinctly the bulge in his trousers where his erection was growing after the knowing looks they had exchanged. He was clearly embarrassed as he made his excuse
"Oh dear...the coffee pot's empty sir...I'll go and refill it."
Sarah smiled inwardly to herself, her mind planning her moves, deciding how she was going to get into that handsome man's trousers.....
The sun was bright and the sky a clear blue as Simon pulled the Mercedes to a halt on the gravel drive in front of the mansion. He got out of the car in his uniform and opened the passenger door for Sarah. She made sure she brushed his arm with hers as she got in and made sure too that a large expanse of thigh showed as her dress rode high when she slipped, with feigned clumsiness, into her seat. Simon stood there, watching, his erection growing quickly. He slipped off his uniform jacket, laid it and his peaked cap carefully on the back seat and with another longing glance at his employer's thighs, he slid easily into the driver's seat.
As they pulled out of the drive and onto the open road, Sarah stretched and gave out a long low sigh, opened the top two buttons of her dress and breathed to Simon
"Ohhh...it's such a lovely day....let's not go into town just yet....we'll go for a drive by the sea at Smuggler's Point-it'll be so quiet there....and put the roof down Simon please ...don't you just love the feel of the warm summer air on your face, in your hair and over your body?"
Simon did as she asked and half turned to see the breeze lifting her long dark hair which was flowing in the wind. She had deliberately and provocatively let her dress ride high so that he could see a large expanse of her very shapely, tanned thighs. In fact he could see quite a lot of the inside of her thighs as she sat there with her knees apart, feeling the air on her legs, playing around under her dress.
"Oh Simon, this is when I feel sorry for you. Men having to wear trousers in weather like this, even shorts would still mean you couldn't feel what I feel now...the breeze caressing my thighs...and up between my legs...it is just soooo delicious....wouldn't you like to feel what the air is feeling?"
"Oh Mrs Newton...I don't know what you mean, I really couldn't do that...really....," Simon stuttered.
"Simon-don't be so silly and shy.....here let me show you"
With that she reached out for Simon's hand, gently lifted it off the steering wheel, and held it with hers on her thigh. She let it rest there for a while, feeling the strength in it and making sure that Simon felt the smooth skin of her bare leg, softly moving his fingers over the silkiness of her thigh. She looked at his groin and to her great delight saw the unmistakeable swelling that showed her how much he was enjoying her attentions.
"Simon, I really think you're enjoying this aren't you?" she giggled, "let's see if we can make it even nicer for you."
Simon started to say something, but his protests were lost in a strangled gasp as Sarah began to move his hand up the inside of her thigh, slowly, very slowly, moving from one thigh to the other, letting his fingers - still held by her hand-play on her skin - arouse her, heightening her sense of anticipation as she moved his hand higher. Simon was responding nicely she thought, he really could be a tender lover, as his fingers gently caressed and massaged her thigh. Now she had a mischievous thought-this will really make him horny-she moved nearer to him in her seat and whispered in his ear.
"Simon ...would you like a little present?"
