The holiday season was rapidly approaching and I had now been seeing two regular Bulls for a couple of months. My ‘Bigger Bull,’ being closer in proximity, was fast becoming more than an occasional acquaintance which enabled me to grow in confidence with him and therefore spontaneity. Up until this moment, it was always my pleasure that was the driving force of our encounters but seeing as Christmas was just around the corner, I was feeling very giving. It was time for me to act out one of his ultimate fantasies. It was time for a little role play.
Despite having never physically met, my Bull and Stag had been in frequent contact with one another and as a result had formed their own friendship; it was my Stag after all who had made first contact with this man. Whilst I was often the topic of conversation, there was also a more social element to their communications, in which their likes and dislikes outside of the lifestyle had been shared and common interests discovered. Naturally, many of the conversations would return to the Hotwife lifestyle and it was in these interactions where both men would share their own sexual fantasies; My stag would disclose what he wanted to observe other men doing to me, whereas my Bull would describe what he wished to do to me and so the seed was sown. A plan for our next encounter was soon concocted.
A hotel or a bedroom would not be required for this sexual encounter. In fact a bed would be nowhere in sight at all! This setting would require some resourcefulness and creativity as the location was to be his office in central London. A plan had been devised by my Stag and Bull, for me to travel to his office one evening after work so that we could indulge in some ‘after hours’ entertainment.
Three months prior to this encounter I would never have imagined that I would be travelling to a man’s place of work with the sole intention of having sex. This whirlwind adventure had not only opened my eyes to a lifestyle I never knew existed but had awakened a sexual appetite and confidence that had laid dormant within. The evening arrived and the excitement was electric. I arrived home from work and quickly got ready for my encounter. My Bull had made excuses to stay in the office after his colleagues had left under the promise that he would lock up. Whilst he had the keys to the premises, our window of opportunity would be small before security at his building became suspicious, so I needed to get into the city quickly. For my part in the fantasy, I would be playing his (highly) personal assistant so dressed in a figure hugging, low cut black dress with black heels that not only made me feel sexy but also provided easy access – ever the consideration to practicalities! I applied scarlet lipstick and finished off the ‘sexy secretary’ look with my black rimmed glasses. I kissed my ever-watching Stag, leaving the print of my lips on his and disappeared into the crisp winter’s night.
As I walked towards the Underground, I caught a glimpse of myself in the glass front of a shop. My winter coat hung lower than my skirt so all that could be seen were my nude legs in a pair of patent black stilettos. I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself at the realisation that I appeared to be nude under my coat and wondered if my Bull would think the same when I arrived at the office. The journey was not a particularly long one but with each stop that I paused at, my heartbeat quickened. I wasn’t nervous which surprised me seeing as I was travelling to a public setting, it was pure excitement and lust that was coursing through my veins. I touched up my lipstick as the tube I was travelling on came to a stop and I made my way for the exit. Being the rush hour, I was the only passenger to be getting off as commuters impatiently waited to board. My confidence surged as I disembarked and noticed approving sideways glances from the men heading home. Perhaps they had shared the same thought that I had experienced earlier in the shop window. My pace became more purposeful as I made my way up to street level where I knew he would be awaiting me. |
