Stepping out of the taxi, Ella's knees felt weak. Was she really going to go through with this? Two complete strangers were waiting for her at the bar directly in front of her. Maybe they wouldn't be there. Maybe they were completely opposite of the pictures they had sent. I just have to make an appearance and say I'm not interested, she told herself.
The doubt continued to burn in her stomach. Ella had posted the wfmm request on the casual encounter board. She had gone through the hundreds of crazy, whacked, scary emails that responded to her request:
Smart, fit, sexy business professional, 5'7" 115lb, looking for two hot, smart men to have some fun with while traveling in town for work. If you and your friend would like to give a married woman some focused attention, send me your information. Let's meet for drinks and see how things progress.
There was one reply that made her shiver. It took her two days to decide whether to answer the message.
Ivy League. Federal agents, that like you, require discretion. Safe, sane and DDF. Funny and good looking, but dominant.
She wasn't really intending to find someone. Curiosity drove her to post the ad. Ella was a good mom, wife and businesswoman. Ok, maybe not such a great wife, but she did love her husband. He was gentle, caring and an amazing dad. They met young. He was the quintessential boy next door-type and seemed like a white knight as she ran from a darker side of her life.
Was she alone in her fantasies and wild thoughts -- or was there really a world of normal people out there that had the same needs? Fifteen years of bland, marital sex had not wiped out the desires she believed would die over time. In fact, it was quite the opposite. Ella's hormones felt like they were in overdrive since she hit 36 a few years back.
She didn't realize just how on edge she was until the conference last year in San Francisco. Partway through the typical work dinner she noticed her young table partner was flirting with her -- and she was flirting back. Using her birthday the next day as justification, she accepted his offer to go out for drinks. He was so young, he couldn't possibly be interested in an older married woman showing pictures of her kids all night. It was safe, Ella rationalized.
Until his hand traced a path along her thigh over her clingy dress. She had a great figure and hadn't had a reason to hide it. But the dress suddenly felt indecent. His touch made her feel naked. As he bent down to kiss her, his hand grazed her hard nipples. No possibility of hiding her body's interest.
The bill taken care of, Ella knew she needed to get her own cab. She tried to clear her mind outside in the cool air. He pulled her close and asked what hotel she was staying at. "The IC" she said before she realized her mistake.
His hand moved down over her ass and under her dress. Her thong was no protection as he felt her wetness and inserted his finger into her very wanting pussy. "Very nice," he whispered in her ear. A whimper escaped her lips as her mind lost the battle against her willing body. Does he really have his finger in me while I'm standing on the sidewalk? Ella struggled to focus. She was not in any state to protest.
