The Affair You Wish You Had: Cinema

Author's note. This is the 15th in a series chronicling a hot, clandestine affair between married colleagues. If you like this one, go back and read the whooolle series to see where it started...

Here's how I want it to go.

We've been planning this adventure for weeks. When the day finally arrives, I'm practically nauseous with adrenaline on the way into work. From the moment I walk in and see you at your desk next to mine, the air is electric. Your shirt is fitted. It does nothing to hide your broad shoulders, big arms and defined chest. I swear to god my pussy starts throbbing the minute I see you. It's going to be a long morning. I clench my thighs together under the desk and try to focus.

Finally, 3pm comes around, the time of our fake meeting. We grab our laptop bags and casually say goodbye to our colleagues before jumping in a taxi. We could go straight to our destination, but anticipation always turns things up a notch, and getting tipsy makes the fucking more out-of-control. Just how I like it.

I give the driver the address for a wine bar I know, hidden down a laneway. We order glasses of wine and settle into a small, velvet-lined booth. After a few minutes, I angle my knee to touch yours under the table. You stop talking mid-sentence and glance around the empty bar. Slowly, you place a hand on my leg under the table, pushing up the hem of my pencil skirt. Your hand is warm and you stroke the sensitive skin on the inside of my thigh lightly, with your fingertips. You hold my gaze with an intense, hungry look. Heat rushes to my groin. I glance down at your lap. Your dick is a thick bulge in your work pants. Oh my god. My heart starts banging in my chest.

Waiting suddenly feels like a dumb idea.

As per the plan, I've got to be the first to leave, so I drain my wine and grab my bag. I lean in close, breathing in your familiar, sexy smell.

"I'll see you soon," I purr. You give me a knowing smile.

I quickly walk the two blocks to an address I scoped out last week. It's an adult store above a newsagency in a seedy part of the city. Neon signs advertise books and lingerie, but that's not what we're here for. Behind the counter, a discreet sign points to the adult cinema hidden through the black-painted door. I pay the middle-aged guy working there and step through into the dark interior.

The room is lit only by a small cinema screen on one wall. Five rows of bench seats face the screen, where a petite, pink-haired woman is making a meal of a monster dick. She struggles to get it all in her mouth, giggling and choking and trying different angles. There are a few men on the benches alone, staring intently at the screen. None of them turn to look when I enter.

I walk through the cinema and turn the silver handle on a black door built discreetly into the back wall. I enter a corridor with more doors, and open the first with the key the man handed me. The room is dimly lit, small - almost a cubicle, really - with just enough space for a big screen TV, a black leather couch and a side table with a basket of condoms, lube and wipes on it. The ceiling is mirrored. Exactly what we need - nothing more, nothing less.

It's time for a costume change.

I take off my trench coat, and my corporate skirt and blouse. Underneath, I'm wearing a sexy, strappy black lace bra and thong. I keep the bra on but lose the thong. From my work bag, I take out your surprise and squeeze into it, then pop back on my high heels and coat, tying the belt tightly. I look straight up and apply my signature red lipstick in the ceiling mirror before leaving. I lock the door behind me.

I take a seat in the main cinema, on an empty bench, and wait. My hands are trembling. The next few minutes take an eternity, but finally, I see you silhouetted in the doorway as you enter from the shop. You let your eyes adjust for a second, then walk over to me. You sit beside me, close, so the whole length of your hard thigh is touching mine. You stare ahead at the screen, where a pair of curvy woman are enthusiastically eating each other out, slurping and moaning and finger-fucking each other roughly.

Slowly, eyes forward, I unbutton my coat. Just one button at first. In the half light, I see you looking sideways at what I'm doing. Your breathing is audible. I unbutton another button, so you can see my tits in the lacey push-up bra.

You reach out and slip a hand under the hem of my coat. I'm watching your face, so I see the moment you feel what's underneath. Slowly, imperceptibly, you slide my coat up my thighs, feeling the slippery, skin-tight vinyl. You squeeze my thigh, hard, and grab my hand. You place it on your lap, where your dick is threatening to burst through your pants. I can feel the heat of it. It makes my mouth water.

"What's this?" you ask, softly, in my ear. You stroke the vinyl, trying to hitch it up but the skirt is so tight, there's no way you can get to my pussy while we're sitting.

"Come and find out," I whisper back. Quietly, I stand up and walk to the back of the cinema. You follow me. The eyes of the men watching porn follow you. I get off on imagining how jealous they must be of you. I unlock the door to our room, grab your hand, and pull you inside.

"Take off your shirt," I instruct, and you do. It's been so long since I saw you naked, and just looking at your hard, honed body opens the floodgates in my cunt. I'm tingling, aching to be touched, but there's something I need to do first.

I push you down onto the sofa and stand facing you. I pull off my coat and throw it to one side. Your expression is ravenous when you see my tiny, shiny red vinyl mini skirt and you reach for me but I step back.

"Don't you want to see the back view?" I tease. I know you do. I've never met as big an "ass man" as you. I turn around.

Instead of the same skin-tight, wet look fabric which makes up the front of the skirt, the whole back side is missing, held together only by criss-crossed black elastic string, stretched taut. The strings lace up like a corset, or shoelaces, leaving my round ass exposed and ready for you.

"You. Look. Fucking. Incredible," you manage to get out. You reach for me again, and this time I let you pull me to you. I bend over. You bury your face in my ass, licking and softly biting my cheeks in the gaps between the laces. The feeling of your warm, soft mouth on my skin is insanely hot. Your strong hands hold me firmly around the hips, preventing me from squirming as you drive me crazy with your tongue.

Suddenly, you sit up and pull me back onto your lap. I wriggle.

"Do you feel that?" you ask.

Do I ever. Your dick is like cement. I shift sideways onto the sofa and unzip your fly slowly. It pops out like it's spring-loaded, and you lift your hips on the sofa so I can pull your pants all the way down. Holy shit. I can't help myself, I've got to have it in my mouth. I drop to my knees in front of you and pull you in with one big suck, the way I know you like. Deep and strong, slippery and soft. I pull back, giving a hint of teeth until I get to the tip, which I lick and nibble until you're moaning loudly. I keep worshipping your cock with my mouth, suckling and licking the length of it, drawing it deep into my throat then easing it out. You grab the back of my head, playing with my hair and controlling the pace as you get closer and closer.

Suddenly, you shift sideways and pull out of my mouth.

"I don't want to cum yet," you pant.

"What do you wanna do?" I ask innocently.

"I want you up here, on your knees," you reply. I oblige.

"You're such a good girl," you say, as I wait on the sofa obediently, ass in the air and chest pressed into the sofa back. You stand up and slap my ass hard, once; twice; three times. I whimper with pleasure.

Suddenly, you grab my hips and pull my ass back hard into your pelvis, impaling me on your cock with a powerful thrust. I scream involuntarily. A good scream.

"You like that?" you ask.

"Yes, sir," I pant.

You draw out and then slam into me again and again, so deep and hard. I can't get enough of feeling you balls-deep inside me, knowing how turned on you are.

You pull out and flip me over.

"Suck it," you command.

I wait.

"Please," you add, in your nice voice.

I sit upright on the sofa and take you into my mouth again, punishing the back of my throat with hard, deep thrusts. You taste like my pussy, salty and sweet at the same time. I like it. But I want you to fuck me more. Harder.

I pull back and let your cock drop out of my mouth, then reach around and untie the laces on my skirt, pulling it off. I don't want to be restrained any more. You push me back onto the sofa on my side, and grab my top leg by the calf.

You kneel on the edge of the sofa and slowly enter me again, my leg on your shoulder. Our bodies scissored like this gives the ideal depth and angle for us both, and I know I can't hold out much longer. We both groan at the perfection of the position. I reach between my legs and finger my clit as you pick up the pace, driving into me with hard, smooth strokes.

"You're gonna make me fucking cum," you say, and suddenly, I'm done. The wave of my orgasm breaks over me and, a second later, you cry out as you fill up my pussy with thick, white cum.

Just in time, too. Our hour is almost up in this room. We've got just enough time to collect our strewn clothing and dress before we head home to our spouses.

Until next time... xx