It was Friday night, and I had just arrived at Chez Pierre, a swanky French bistro downtown, for my date with Alexandre. We had met online a few weeks ago, and this was our first in real life encounter. I was nervous but excited, wearing a blue sleeveless blouse, a denim skirt, and some strappy heels I hoped would impress.

As I approached the bar, I spotted him already there, sipping a martini. Alexandre was even more handsome in person, with chiseled features and a charming smile. He stood up when he saw me and pulled me in for a kiss on each cheek, the classic French greeting.

"Enchanté, ma chérie," he purred, his accent making even that simple phrase sound sexy. "You look absolutely ravissante tonight."

I felt myself blush at the compliment. "Merci, Alexandre. You're looking quite dashing yourself."

We ordered some wine and settled in for a cozy dinner. Over the next couple of hours, we chatted and flirted, learning more about each other. Alexandre was smart, funny, and seemed genuinely into me. I found myself relaxing in his presence, the nerves fading away.

About halfway through our main course, my phone buzzed with a reminder. I glanced at the time and sighed. I had told Alexandre about my… arrangement with my husband before we met up.

"Excuse me for just a minute," I said apologetically. "I need to send my husband a quick photo."

"Of course, I understand," Alexandre said smoothly, giving me a knowing look. "Take your time, ma chérie."

I ducked into the ladies' room and snapped a selfie, making sure to include some cleavage and a come-hither expression. I sent it off to David with a flirty caption, then rejoined Alexandre.

"Merci for being so understanding," I said, raising my glass. "How about a toast? To new friends... who may become more?"

We clinked glasses and sipped before diving back into conversation. The wine and Alexandre's magnetism soon had me feeling buzzy and bold. I slid my foot up his leg under the table, giggling as he tensed.

"Vixen," he growled playfully. "Flirting with me like this... you're playing with fire."

"I like a little heat," I purred, giving his thigh a squeeze.

Alexandre downed the rest of his wine. "Dessert," he declared. "At my place. I make a mean tarte tatin."

I was always up for new foods, especially ones that sounded that good. "Oooh, I accept your invitation, monsieur."

We cabbed it to his apartment, which was sleek and modern, like a spread in a design magazine. He poured us more wine as he started prepping the apples and butter and pastry dough. I perched on a stool, watching and sipping, enjoying the domesticity of it all.

"Need any help?" I offered.

"Bien sûr," Alexandre said with a wink. "You can help me with the sugar." He placed the bowl of granulated in front of me. "Be generous, chérie. I like it extra sweet."

I scooped, heaping spoonfuls of sugar into the bowl, then licked the spoon suggestively. Alexandre groaned.

"Minx. You're going to be the death of me."

He wrapped his arms around me from behind, his hands sliding up my thighs. I shivered as he nuzzled into my neck.

"Maybe I need a little taste," he murmured, nibbling an earlobe. "Before the tarte tatin."

I turned in his arms, draping my arms around his neck. "Taste away."

Alexandre captured my mouth in a deep, hungry kiss. I opened for him eagerly, stroking his tongue with mine. He tasted like wine and man, and I couldn't get enough.

Alexandre had his hands all over my body, groping and squeezing as he kissed me deeply. I was moaning with pleasure, lost in the moment.

Suddenly, my phone buzzed again with a reminder. I pulled back from Alexandre with a sigh. "I'm so sorry, babe, but I have to take another quick pic and send it to my husband. He's very particular about this."

“Bien sur, ma cherie. Would you like me to take it for you?”

He snapped a few photos of me lounging back on his plush sofa. I unbuttoned my top and pulled up my skirt to show my bra and thong, teasing Alexandre at the same time. His cock twitched in his pants.

"There. I hope your husband enjoys these as much as I did."

"The perv probably will," I said with a smirk as I sent the pics off. "Back to the task at hand..." I pressed myself against Alexandre again, kissing him fiercely.

His hands skimmed down to my ass, kneading the flesh through my skirt. I arched into him, rubbing my chest against his. I could feel his hardness pressing into my belly, and it made me ache to have him.

"Take me to bed," I gasped against his lips. "Fuck me, Alexandre. Now."

He swept me up in his arms and carried me to his bedroom. We fell onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, kissing and groping frantically. I yanked his shirt off, desperate to feel his skin. He hiked up my skirt and shoved my panties aside.

Two fingers plunged into my dripping cunt without preamble. I cried out, clenching around the sudden intrusion. Alexandre scissored and pumped them hard and fast, making obscene wet sounds. I was so turned on, I knew I wouldn't last long.

"Fuck, your pussy feels amazing," he groaned, thumbing my clit. "I want to taste it."

I spread my legs wide in assent. Alexandre settled between my thighs and licked a slow stripe up my slit. I shuddered and fisted a hand in his hair. He licked and sucked at my flesh, working me closer and closer to the edge.

Two fingers pushed back in alongside his tongue. He sucked hard on my clit and I came with a scream, my hips jerking against his face. He worked me through it, lapping up my release.

Panting, I tugged him up for a filthy kiss, tasting myself on his lips and chin. "I need your cock," I demanded. "Need you to fill me up."

Alexandre fumbled a condom on and notched the head of his dick at my entrance. “You won’t need it,” I exclaimed, pulling it off. I wanted to feel him inside me. “I have an IUD in.”

With one hard thrust, he buried himself to the hilt in my still fluttering cunt. I threw my head back and moaned at the stretch.

He set a deep, driving rhythm, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him deeper. The slick slide of his cock felt incredible, stroking all the right spots.

"Harder," I begged, nails scoring down his back. "Fucking wreck me."

Alexandre snarled and redoubled his efforts, pounding into me like a machine. The headboard slammed against the wall with each thrust. I could feel another orgasm building, my cunt clenching around him.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he grunted, sweat dripping down his face.

"Fill me up," I panted, meeting him thrust for thrust. "Paint my insides with it."

He swore in French and slammed in one last time, his cock jerking as he came. I came with him, my cunt milking his cock for every last drop. He collapsed on top of me, both of us gasping for air.

After a minute, he rolled off. I noticed the time and bit my lip. I was supposed to send an "after" photo to David. But how could I explain this scenario?

Best not to overthink it. I'd just have to wing it.

I grabbed my phone and snapped a selfie - Alexandre and I naked and sweaty, his softening cock resting against my thigh, both of us grinning. Him with a satisfied smirk, me with a fucked-out glow. I couldn't wait to see David's reaction.

I typed out a caption, then hit send. "Post-coital bliss, courtesy of Alexandre. Thanks for understanding, mon amour. I'll explain everything tomorrow. XOXO, your very naughty wife"

I set my phone aside and pulled Alexandre in for another languid kiss, uncaring of the cum leaking out of me. I'd worry about the details in the morning. For now, I just wanted to bask in the afterglow with my new lover.