All eyes in the elegant bar turned to look at the gorgeous black-haired beauty who glided in on the plush carpeting. She wore a tight, glistening dress that had a classic Grace Kelly look, but also a simmering, seductive power. The dress clung to her large, firm breasts, and to her glorious, taut ass, in a way that caused every man in the bar to stare in a hypnotic trance. As she slid into her high-top chair, my eyes darted from her ass, to her magnificent cleavage, to her legs – revealed all the more as the front slit in her dress opened just enough to showcase her smooth, sexy inner thigh.

She took a seat a few chairs down the bar from me, and gave me an inviting smile as she looked my way – holding eye contact for a moment as she casually pulled the material of her dress to cover her bare inner thigh that was so enticing. She wasn’t covering herself to be modest. You could tell that she wasn’t embarrassed by revealing too much. In fact she was calling attention to herself by her actions – pulling my eyes to her parted bare legs as she pulled at the thin material of her dress. This was a sexy, confident woman that enjoyed teasing men, and she was doing a hell of a job with me.

When she walked in, I had been leaning back, relaxing in my high-back chair -- taking a sip of my Manhattan Cocktail at the Blue Bar in the Algonquin Hotel -- while the bartender wiped the dark mahogany bar to a lustrous shine. But now I leaned forward, perched on the edge of my chair, as my eyes poured over this beautiful creature.

The bar was bathed -- as its name suggested -- in dim, blue lighting that cast a soft, magical glow against the dark wood paneling of the famous New York hotel bar. The backlit bar shelves also reflected a blue moonlight glow off of the mirrors framed behind the collection of bottles, all arranged on the glass shelves of the dark wood encasement.

I let the alcohol wash over me, relaxing from several days of tense business negotiations that had just been concluded that afternoon. My business trip wrapped up successfully two days early, and I was about to phone my wife in Chicago and let her know I would be heading home a few days early, when this dark-eyed angel walked into the bar of my sumptuous New York hotel.

She oozed an elegant confidence and simmering sex appeal. I couldn’t help but ogle her body, the contours of which were perfectly displayed by the dress that hugged her so tight. As if to tease me, her hard nipples pushed through the thin fabric of her dress, and it was clear she wasn’t wearing a bra.

All men look at a beautiful woman. We might even day-dream about them from time to time. But here I was in a bar, hundreds of miles from my home, with no place I needed to be for two more days, and my mind wandered beyond a daydream. How could it not, sitting this close to such a captivating, enticing woman?

Since she obviously wasn’t shy about men appreciating her beauty, I raised my glass to her in a silent toast to her seductive charms, and without looking at the bartender, ordered a Manhattan Cocktail for this enchanting woman sitting a few bar-chairs away from me.

“You’ll love this drink. It’s an original to the hotel.” Her eyes glistened while I spoke to her.

In a very uncharacteristic move for me, I moved towards her place at the bar in order to engage her in some flirtatious conversation. As the bartender placed the drink on the bar in front of her, and she took it in her hands, we clinked glasses.

“To the elegant grace and breathless charm you bring to this room,” I said in a velvety deep voice.

The breathless charm alluded to the breathless way she left me feeling, and came from a line in one of my favorite Frank Sinatra songs, The Way you Look Tonight.

We each sipped our Manhattan Cocktails, while I remained standing next to her – towering over her might be a better description, as I did just that at six foot four inches, fit, lean and tall. I had a hard time keeping my gaze to her face. While my eyes wandered down the V neck of her dress, enjoying the view of cleavage that can be appreciated best from above, she took a good look at me -- seemingly approving of my choice of a fine navy blue, woolen pinstripe suit and gold silk tie. Her eyes came back to mine, and caught me checking out her gorgeous tits. She didn’t blink nor did she blush. A stranger gazing at her boobs seemed as natural to her as could be. Then I finally got to hear her sweet, sexy voice, as she purred her words to me.

“Oh, I like this. You’ve made a good choice of cocktails for me.” Her eyes lit up as she tasted her drink, and I slid into the bar-chair next to her as if it was the most natural thing in the world to do. Isn’t that what Cary Grant would have done?

With an audience of jealous men watching, we introduced ourselves and embarked upon a teasing, yet intimate, conversation. Not intimate in the overt and graphic sexual sense, though there was open flirting and sexual innuendo. But intimate in a deeply personal sense, opening up to each other as if we were long lost lovers that hadn’t seen each other in years, and had so much catching up to do. The electricity between us was clearly visible, creating a buzz for each of us long before the alcohol could.

When I suggested we move to a private booth out of sight, Nicky didn’t hesitate. Taking her by the hand, I pulled her back into the shadows of the room, where things would be more private and intimate. Nicky is short for Nicole, and her eyes danced with interest and amusement while we talked -- as if I were the most engaging and fascinating person in New York. When she started finishing my sentences before I could get the words out, it dawned on me just how much alike our minds were. And tonight, those minds were running wild with imagination and possibilities.

We sat side-by-side, pressed up against each other, laughing ourselves to the point of tears, when we weren’t otherwise teasing each other to the verge of seduction. As the conversation turned towards desire, there was no hesitation in sharing our cravings, taboo or forbidden as they may be. The fact that I was married didn’t seem to bother Nicky in the least, and gave me the impression that this single, sexy minx was a very free spirited woman.

I leaned closer into her, drawn by her magnetic eyes, and her obvious charms, only to find myself kissing her lips with a confidence that she stirred deep in me. Perhaps tonight I was Cary Grant! There was no hesitation on her part as she returned my kiss. So with all self-control shattered, I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her with a passion of a young man on his honeymoon. Nicky’s sweet tender lips drove away all thought of home, of family, of my wife. She had a way of pulling me into this a separate world where there are only the two of us, with our unbridled desire. As she bit my lip, and I tasted blood, I pushed her back against the wall with my hand around her neck, holding her in place as my grip tightened. It’s a move that my wife would have screamed “pervert” at, but Nicky not only accepted it, her eyes turned dark with lust, as her body fully responded to the animal within me.

As my mouth moved from hers down to her neck, my hand pushed down the front of her plunging neckline, feeling her soft, smooth skin, and I began to play with one of her tits -- kneading it, gripping it, squeezing it, and pinching the already hard nipple. She let out a moan as I groped her, then her hand moved to my hard cock and massaged it through my pants.

With her eyes locked on mine, she surprised me by taking my hand off her breast, pulling it to her mouth, and sucking the middle finger with the intensity of a porn star. Then twisting my wedding band around on my finger, as if it were a toy, she sent a shock wave of lust through my body when she spoke.

“You’re a very, very bad boy Evan. A married man trying to seduce a nice girl like me while he’s out of town on business. Oh such a bad man you are. My mother warned me about men like you.”

My mouth opened to protest, but her fingers were already on my lips to hush me, as she finished her thought.

“But I’ll let you in on a little secret. I love bad boys. No one provides the challenge, the excitement or the energy that a married man can give. There is nothing more exciting than a married man that can’t resist me, that has to have me, that is willing to risk it all for me. I can give you what your wife can’t or won’t give you Evan. I can be your dirty fantasy come true.”

With that juicy morsel escaping from her lips, she gave me a dirty wink, and squeezed my ridged cock.

“I’ve never cheated on my wife before….” I was at a loss for words, but I needn’t have been. She reeled me in even more.

“Yes, I can tell. You’re the challenge that I love. That’s what makes you so delectable. I love the thrill of making a man betray his wife for the first time. You see Evan, I’m a very bad girl. I get off on infidelity. Especially if I’m able to corrupt the man for the first time. And you, dear Evan, are just what I need to give me my dirty fix.”

With that, she grabbed my tie, and pulled me towards her until we were locked deep in a kiss.

When I came up for air, gasping, and covered in her lipstick, I groaned out a confirmation of what my lips had already expressed in their desire.

“Oh god.

Go on and corrupt me then. I want to be corrupted.”

“Of course you do, you beast. Oh how I love bringing out the animal in a man.”

She was the siren, singing her seductive song to me, calling me into the dangerous waters with rocks that sink ships, and I didn’t give a damn. She was right. I had to have her, and I would risk all to take her to my bed.

Pulling her top back over her boob – barely covering it – I grabbed Nicky by the wrist and pulled her from the booth, then propelled her through the bar towards the door leading to the hotel lobby. All heads in the bar turned to look at us, and stare. Everyone knew precisely where we were heading and exactly what we were going to do, but neither of us cared. If anything, it inflamed our lust more as our audience gave us those knowing looks – as they gazed on with envy or disgust, knowing that I was about to fuck the brains out of a woman I had just met, in a grand one night stand. Little did they know that I had two nights left in town, and I planned on spending the next 48 hours in bed with this seductress, only coming up occasionally for room service. A man needs to eat to keep up his energy, after all.

Dropping a $100.00 bill on the bar as I passed, the barman gave me a “lucky you” smile and waived a thankyou as he picked up the money.

My hands roamed her body as we rode up the elevator car to my floor, and we kissed each other as we moved down the hall to my room. I pressed her against the door, kissing her, as I fumbled with the keycard. Once the light turned green, we fell into the room, oblivious to the stares of the couple that was just coming out of their room opposite my own.

Inside the room, I pinned Nicky to the wall with my body, and pulling the straps of her dress down, revealed her perfect tits in all their glory. Her hard nipples stood out, crying for attention, and I didn’t disappoint. My face went down to them, sucking, nibbling and biting one tit while my hand kneaded and massaged the other. She let out a gasp as I pulled on one nipple while biting down on the other.

I pulled off my suit coat, dropping it to the floor, and Nicky undid the buttons of my shirt with the speed and dexterity of an experienced woman. I pulled her dress down over her hips and felt it drop to the floor. She was wearing the tiniest thong, barely covering her pussy lips which were clearly visible through the material.

After playing with her tits for an age, my lips returned to hers, and I kissed her roughly, as my hand pushed up her thigh to find her tiny thong. Sliding my fingers between her legs, I confirmed that it was soaked with desire for me.

“You’re wet for me, you naughty girl.”

“Fuck yes I’m wet. Wet for my married man,” she said.

My fingers pulled her thong to the side, and I pushed into her opening. She moaned as I played with her pussy, pinned to the wall. She was like an animal in heat, panting into my mouth as I rubbed her clit and slowly finger fucked her.

I was out of control. My lust for her was beyond craven. Somehow this vixen had turned me into a beast that could not be restrained, and I embraced my animal instincts fully, letting go of all inhibition and restraints of morality. I was living in the moment, alive, electrified, with energy pulsing through my body as I’d never felt it before. I fully embraced my lust and let it overwhelm me into a decadent bliss.

As my fingers continued to fuck her cunt, while my thumb played with her clit, Nicky’s moans grew louder and more guttural, as her body writhed in a building ecstasy. Her body tensed, and I felt her muscles clench around my fingers, contracting in raw pleasure that continued to build with an increasing intensity.

“You fucking dirty girl. Letting a total stranger play with your body and fuck you less than an hour after meeting him. Seducing a married man into infidelity so that you could feel the dirty excitement of betrayal. This is what you want, isn’t it Nicky. Turning a good husband into a beast that can’t control himself, an animal that has to have you, a wolf that devours you in a rage of infidelity?”

The moan escaping her mouth was unlike anything I had heard before: deep, loud, and craven. She was lost in her lust, unable to speak. If my neighbors weren’t awake when I brought Nicky back to the room, they surely were now, but somehow that added to the excitement. I didn’t mind them listening to our fuck session. In fact, it spurred me on. What was this depravity that carried me along a new path of sexual indulgence?

Nicky’s labored breathing turned to short gasps as her lungs fought for oxygen amidst the spasms that were overwhelming her body. Every nerve ending was on fire as her cunt gripped my fingers like a vice, clenched in a beautiful orgasmic agony that pulsed through her body, from deep inside out to her fingertips. As I continued to push against her clit, she let out a primal scream as her entire body began to shake. Nicky collapsed into my arms as her orgasm overwhelmed her, and I eased us to the floor and held her tight against me, stroking her hair, as she slowly recovered from the pleasure that had left her body spent.

When Nicky finally recovered, and it was a long time in coming, I pulled her up and pushed her face down on the bed, propped up on her knees, in the perfect fuck position. As she raised her ass to me, my hands roamed it, massaging, groping, in a teasing, rhythmic, circular motion that was periodically broken with a slap of my hand on her ass. My cock pressed against her ass as I mauled her body – hands on her ass, then pushing up and under her to grab her dangling tits, which I squeezed and pulled.

My body covered hers as I moved my mouth to her ear, hard cock pressed between her ass cheeks.

“Look what you’ve done to me,” I growled. “You took a faithful, happily married man and turned me into a lust filled, philandering beast. Are you happy now?”

“Almost,” she said. “I’ll be happy when you push your cock into my tight little cunt, and fuck me. Take me Evan. Take me like you’ve never taken your wife before. Fuck my hot pussy, and then fuck my slutty ass. I bet she doesn’t let you fuck her in the ass, does she? But I will. I want you to. You can do everything to me that she’s never let you do to her. I’m your dirty, forbidden fantasy come true Evan. I’m your dirty little slut. Now fuck me like you’ve never fucked anyone before.”

It was a nice little speech. And it was particularly motivating. She turned my overwhelming lust into a frenzied lust, and I rammed my throbbing cock into her waiting cunt, filling her to the hilt in one forceful thrust. I bottomed out as I hit her cervix, pulled back, and thrust again, ramming her so hard that she rocked forward, head pushed down into the bed, as our bodies collided. I fucked her with all my strength, ramming my cock home again, and again and again, in rapid fire, almost as if my life depended upon it. I must have looked like one of those porn stars, driving in and out of her gaping hole in an animal rage of lust, pumping her hard and rough, as I grabbed her hips and pulled her back to meet my thrusts.

As I came to the edge, I slowed up, grabbed her hair and pulled back on it hard. Oh yes, she was going to be my fuck toy. I’ve never had a fuck toy before, but Nicky was going to be everything I wanted, everything my wife couldn’t be, and it filled me with a raging lust I had never experienced before. I was totally consumed with desire, on fire with sexual hunger, and completely free in this new decadence that I embraced.

Soon I returned to giving her a sexual pummeling again, fucking her like the out of control beast that I had become. Moans and groans escaping from my mouth grew into a torrent of alien noise that, coupled with the pounding I was giving Nicky, sounded like wailing banshees. It was if my feverish fucking was fueled by a nuclear reactor. The energy and power that coursed through my body felt limitless. I was on fire, every nerve ending electrified, every sensation felt double or triple fold, as I fucked her like the fuck toy she was. Nicky’s cunt griped my cock hard, and squeezed me into a sexual frenzy of pre-orgasmic delight I have never felt before. I’ve made love to my wife more times than I can count, but tonight I good and truly fucked like few men ever have.

Propelled by a sexual adrenalin, and encouraged by Nicky’s screams – screams like nothing I ever heard from my wife before – my thrusts grew even harder and faster, as I slammed my body into hers, reaching for that climax that drove me on. Just as I felt I couldn’t hold out much longer, I heard the ring of my phone, which had fallen to the floor, and saw my wife’s name and face come up on the screen. That did it. In a perverse sensation of debauchery, the image of my wife on my phone as I fucked Nicky’s tight pussy, pushed me over the edge. I came hard with a scream of my own, shooting my hot, married cum deep inside her cunt, then collapsing on top of her in exhausted satisfaction.

As we cuddled together on the bed, tight in each other’s arms, recovering from the best workout, and best orgasm of my life, a dirty smile came over my face with the recognition that this dirty affair was far from over. I had two whole days ahead of me, and I had her ass to look forward to.

With a sigh, I said: “Perhaps it’s time to call room service, before we start the next round.”

“Good idea, you rogue,” she said with a wink.