Stella was sensible. She knew that Paul would be at the meeting, and that they might meet again and chat, but she also knew that the likelihood of anything happening between them was so remote as to be not worth considering. In any case, they were both now married again to other people and years had past since their divorce.
Steve was not so sure. He and Stella had been married for nearly 25 years, but now that Paul had risen through the ranks of local politics to be a leading City Councillor, it was more than likely that they would bump into him again. The fact that he had personally intervened to insist that Stella join his City Centre Regeneration working party, as a representative of local traders told Steve all he needed to know. Paul had become aware of Stella’s success as she had bought and taken over new shops to extend her chain of hair dressing salons and his interest in her had been revived.
Stella told Steve it was all nonsense. So Paul had personally made sure that he was on the working party. So what? It was typical of him, she reasoned, to surround himself with people that he knew and, if he had any thoughts about trying anything on he would get short shrift anyway.
Steve knew he could trust his wife implicitly. There had been several times over the years where he had seen her turn heads and attract male attention, both on holiday and at home. Why wouldn’t she? At 5’9”, with her copper red hair and an irresistible 36-24-36 figure that she kept in trim through a rigorous fitness regime, she was the ‘perfect 10’. She would always laugh it off the attentions of others and, he was 100% sure had never strayed. Still, this was different. She had been married to Paul for five years before they divorced and, by her own admission, they had enjoyed a superb sex life. She didn’t talk about it voluntarily, but had responded to Steve’s questions by telling him frankly that, yes, sex with Paul had been excellent. It was because Paul wanted and had sec with several other women at the same time that they had divorced.
Now, though, came the crunch meeting where the working party proposals were due to be voted on. Paul had again insisted that Stella be there, not only as a member of the working party but to add glamour to the press photographs that would be taken once the plans had been passed, which he had already ensured they would through careful and persistent lobbying of his council colleagues.
Steve had been out a men only dinner the night before, so wasn’t in a rush to get out of bed and go to work. He watched though as Stella dressed and prepared herself to go to the meeting.
She returned from her shower and took off her bathrobe. She looked magnificent, as always, and Steve felt his cock stirring in appreciation. It stirred even more when he noticed that she had trimmed her pubic hair to near baldness.
“You’ve – er – had a haircut,” he ventured.
“What?” she said, not expecting or keen on conversation this early in the morning.
“Your bush,” he said bluntly, “you’ve taken the clippers to it.”
“Oh, yes,” she said, in a very matter of fact way, “I just wanted to tidy it up. I thought about shaving it away altogether. What do you think?”
“It’s our body,” he replied, “but, yes. I think that would be very nice.”
As he spoke he pushed the covers back slightly and started to gently stroke his hardening cock. When she saw it, she smiled but carried on dressing.
She opened a shopping bag and took out a new bra and a new pair of panties. She cut the labels off both and out them on. The bra was designed to accentuate her already wonderful cleavage and it worked fantastically well. The panties turned out to be a thong. Both were silk trimmed with tiny filigree lace and both were a pink colour that toned perfectly with her skin so that, apart from the extra push-up that the bra gave to her breasts, you could be forgiven for thinking at first glance that she was still naked.
She reached inside her wardrobe and pulled out a black suit. He pulled the skirt on and tightened the tiny zip at the back. The skirt finished nearly 3 inches above her knee. There weren’t many 46-year old women who would try to get away with such a short skirt, let alone succeed, but Stella had no problems in doing so.
The jacket was waisted and wrapped around her perfectly, its plunging front showing an ample amount of cleavage. He make-up, always immaculate, and a pair of black stilettos with 5” shiny silver heels completed the ensemble.
She turned to Steve.
“What do you think?” she said, smiling again at his now fully erect cock, which he was still slowly wanking.
“You can see what I think,” he replied, “ and Paul will think exactly the same.”
“Well,” she countered, walking towards him and sitting on the bed next to him, “he can think all he wants. He can think, he can look, but he can’t touch. Got a tissue?”
Steve pulled the box of tissues from his bedside locker and she grabbed a handful. Holding them in her left hand over his knob end, she pushed his hand aside and took over wanking him with her right.
“Come on,” she insisted, almost under her breath, “Cum for me Steve. Empty this big cock for me.”
He needed no second bidding and cum, pumping hot spunk into the tissue she was holding.
She placed the cum-soaked tissue in his hand, stood and kissed him. Saying their farewells, he set about getting his breath back and getting up to face the day and she drove to the meeting.
The meeting over, the photo’s taken, a buffet lunch was served and Stella was in conversation with the female Council Chief Executive. They had been through the small talk about families, home and holidays and had moved on to business rates and the local economy. Paul joined them and they reached a natural pause in their conversation.
