I checked my makeup in my compact as I waited for Tom to come meet me. He was late. Again. Work. I had spent two months making myself look good for him and now this. It was our one year anniversary that night. I wore a sleeveless, gold cocktail dress that I had to lose ten pounds to wear properly. It was very form-fitting, backless, showing just a hint of cleavage. It was classy enough that it fit in in that downtown lounge, but slutty enough to draw attention.

I never had large breasts, but I loved that about myself. The fact that I have the body of a dancer and soft, tan skin, combined with dark, almond shaped eyes, meant that I never wanted for male attention. I settled down with Tom because he was, well, safe. He was strong, decent, good looking, and absolutely boring. The only big problem with Tom is that my tastes have always been expensive, and he has to work all kinds of hours to get me what I want. He rarely had time to spend with me. But he was a man that I could see myself growing old with, because I know that he will never hurt me.

I called Tom again. No answer. In the reflection of the bar, I saw an older gentleman walking towards her. He was well dressed and handsome, in a worldly way. She cleared her throat as he passed by and could smell his cologne. He glanced at her and stopped when he saw her. She felt flushed as he looked at her.

"Hi," he said. “What brings you out here tonight?”

He wore a suit that was clearly made for him and had eyes as blue as water.

"Oh, hi there,” I said softly, because I couldn’t think of anything sexier to say.

I bit my lip and just looked at him. His big, blue eyes seemed to pierce me to the core. I felt myself go moist as I looked him up and down. I felt my nipples pushing against my dress, into the fabric.

“What are you drinking tonight,” he asked as he signaled the bartender with an outstretched hand.

"Chardonnay." I turned and looked at this man and felt an immediate connection. It wasn’t just his looks. It was something else; that look a man has when he is in complete control of himself and his world. I wanted to get to know this man. I wondered how it would be to kiss him and to fuck him. I desperately wanted to know how his kiss would taste.

He leaned into the bar right beside me, placed his hand on my back and said, "A woman dressed that well doesn’t drink chardonnay.” He then turned to the bartender and said, “Champagne for the lady. Dom Perignon.”

The bartender said, “Sir, that is only sold by the bottle.”

“Then open one up,” he said.

We spoke for some time. We talked about me and about him. He was in town for a few days to close a deal and then it was off to London for another one. He hadn't been home in three months. The thought of living his life, traveling from one place to the next, living in hotels, eating room service, was very appealing.

We were three glasses in when I surprised myself. I took his pointer finger and sucked gently on it, looking into his big blue eyes. He smiled like a cat who had just cornered the canary.

I looked at him, half scared and half excited. I asked him for his name.

“No names,” he replied. “You're coming with me.”

I melted.

He took my hand and stood up. My legs felt like jelly as I got up off the stool. Nodding, I checked my phone for Tom. No missed call. No voicemail. No text. I followed him to the elevator.

"How about one more drink," he asked me as he offered me his arm. I felt a spark ignite between us as I slid my arm through his. I nodded and smiled as we got on the elevator. He slid his key into the elevator and pressed the button for the penthouse.

We entered his suite and found another bottle of champagne on ice. I noticed the ice in the champagne bucket hadn't even started to melt yet.

I saw the champagne. I looked at it, then him, and he replied, "The staff here are known for their timing."

It dawned on me he requested this while we were still at the bar. He was completely in control, and he had been all along. I was turned on and terrified at the same time. I loved it.

We had another glass of champagne. As we were sitting on the couch, we began to kiss. His tongue probed my lips and I moaned as he kissed and licked his way down my neck. One hand unhooked my dress at the top and unzipped my dress as the other hand began to caress the inside of my thigh. With each kiss his hand crept higher and higher. Eventually, he found the surprise I had prepared for Tom.

Tom always liked it when I wore a garter belt and stockings with no panties. As it turned out, it drove this man insane. When he felt my bare pussy under my dress, he stood me up and slid my dress over my ass. He bent me over the couch and I heard the sound of pants unzipping.

He kissed the side of my neck and slid my dress down, exposing my breasts. He played with my nipples until they were hard and my pussy was throbbing. He slid his cock inside me and we both gasped.

His cock was wide and thick and my pussy wrapped around it nicely. He started fucking me hard and fast. I started crying out loudly as I clenched and squeezed my pussy with each thrust and matched his rhythm. I grabbed the couch tightly and held on for dear life as he fucked me with more intensity, one hand on my shoulder and one hand playing with my nipples until I came hard on his cock. He grabbed my waist tightly and came inside me almost immediately after I did.

I stayed in that position for a second, gathering myself. My cum mixed with his as it ran down my ass and leg. He leaned over and kissed me deeply, still wearing the suit I found him so hot in.

I stood up and kissed him deeply as I slid his jacket off him. I slowly undressed him while kissing him and his neck. When he was bare from the waist up, I unbuckled his pants and looked at his dick. It was perfect. I began to kiss it and lick all my juices off of it until it was hard again. He slid his pants off so he was naked and kissed me deeply as we made our way to the bed. He lay me down and hovered over me, assaulting my mouth with his tongue.

"Close your eyes,” he commanded.

I closed my eyes and felt cold metal on my wrists and heard a few clicks. I opened them to find that he had handcuffed me to the bed.

My heart pounded. This had never happened before.

He spread my legs and began to plant kisses on my neck. Gently caressing me with his tongue, he made his way my body down to my stomach. He licked and kissed his way from my knee all the way up my inner thigh as I squirmed and moaned. When he got to my clit, he stopped and started on my other thigh. He did this for what seemed like an eternity, until he placed his fingers inside me while his tongue teased my clit. He fingered me until I came on his fingers. He pulled them out and placed them in my mouth. I tasted my juices mixing with his cum. It was delicious.

He positioned himself between my legs and plunged his cock into me. He fucked me harder than I’ve ever been fucked before. Faster too. I writhed and moaned in pleasure, clenching his cock and wrapping my legs around his body while straining against the handcuffs.

I cried out as I came and he kissed me deeply. His tongue silenced my moans.

There was a knock at the door. I became truly scared. Had I screamed so loud that it alerted hotel security?

He looked at me, stood up naked, and opened the door.

Standing there was a gorgeous young blond that was wearing a raincoat and stilettos.

I laid there in the handcuffs and said, “What the fuck is going on?”

He smiled at me.

"I think you need your pussy cleaned," he said.

My heart began to race at 100 miles per hour.

The blonde removed her raincoat to show that she was wearing nothing but a thong. She glided over to the bed and crawled over to me. She whispered in my ear, “My name is Ashley. He didn’t tell me this was a party for three. This should be fun.”

She kissed and nibbled her way down to my pussy as he watched. Ashley started to lick my pussy in big, long strokes as I looked right into his eyes. His dick slowly got hard again. He positioned himself behind Ashley and slid her panties off as she put her ass in the air. She paused for a moment to smile at me.

He slid into Ashley from behind, fucking her with long, steady strokes as she cleaned my pussy with her tongue.

I came on Ashley’s tongue over and over again as she screamed and moaned onto my clit.

It was over when he came inside Ashley with a shudder and a moan. He gave Ashley the key to the handcuffs. Ashley kissed her way back up to my mouth and kissed me while she unlocked me. The taste of my juices on another woman’s mouth was intoxicating. I felt more heat in my pussy and realized that I could go for more. As I pushed Ashley down on the bed, she smiled and said, “Honey, our time is up.”

I looked over at him, begging him for more with my eyes. He had already put a robe on. He chuckled and reached into his pants for his wallet and paid Ashley what looked like $1,500. Ashley, already with her coat on, put it in her coat and began to leave. As she walked out, she looked back at him and said, “Where’d you find this one? She’s tasty.”

“Out,” he said with a small smile. “See you next time.”

I began to get dressed and I reached for my phone. To my horror, I realized that I had five missed calls and three voice mails, all from Tom. I realized he had been downstairs for at least forty-five minutes.

I finished getting dressed while he wrote a note on the stationary. I started to make my exit when he walked over to me, pushed his card into my hand and said, “Show this to the concierge. He’ll take care of everything you need.”

“Why me,” I asked.

“You looked like you needed it,” he said. “Goodbye.”

He didn't know how right he was. It was wonderful living that life, if only for a little while.

I got on the elevator and went back down to Tom and my life.