I let my husband’s client finger me at dinner

So my husband (we'll call him Steve) thought it was just dinner with another big client. I dressed the part per usual. Little black dress. Lace stockings, garter, no panties, which is a little bit of a problem considering how wet my pussy gets when I see Bob.

The last time we had dinner with Bob it turned into cocktails in Bob's suite which turned into Steve passing out and me accepting Bob's giant cock into my very willing pussy. And Steve has no idea.

We arrived after Bob. He was already in the corner booth, bottle of wine uncorked, eyes smiling, ready to do business. Steve gestured for me to sit next to Bob. And so I did.

I slid into the booth next to Bob, his cologne growing stronger. I could feel the heat from his body radiating onto my bare shoulders. I inched myself closer to him, my thigh brushing his. I turned towards him slightly, moving my knee onto the booth a bit and spreading my legs. I asked him how he'd been.

Great, he said, taking the bait, his hand gently touching my thigh, fingers laced along the top of my stockings, tracing the interior of my thigh as he moved closer to my very wet pussy. I turned back toward the table and picked up the menu with my left hand, my right hand moving up Bob's thigh, and right onto his very hard cock.

The waitress came by and Steve ordered another bottle for the table. Pinot grigio. Steve's way of letting me know he wants to fuck. So I moved my hand onto his thigh and began slowly tracing my fingers up and down. Meanwhile I was still very much enjoying Bob occasionally flexing his hard cock under my right hand as he told Steve about his latest acquisition.

After dessert, Steve excused himself to take a call, and I slid Bob's hand to my pussy, pressing his fingers into me. God I was so wet. I moaned into his neck as he slid his fingers deep inside me. Please, I whispered into his ear. You can have this later, he said, removing his hand and wiping it on his napkin.

Steve returned and predictably, Bob invited us to his suite for a night cap. By this time I was completely sloppy drunk and so was Steve. I was lowkey stroking Steve's cock through his pants under his coat on the couch in Bob's suite when he completely passed out. That's when Bob made good on his promise. He took my hand and led me into the bedroom, pressing me up against the glass high above the city. He pulled my dress up without a word, breathing deep into my ear and down my neck. I unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, catching my breath as I felt how deliciously hot and hard it felt in my hand. My pussy instantly flooded ready to fuck. I couldn't even wait. I moved his cock towards my pussy, kissing him hard, just as Steve called my name from the other room.