sat down with him to have lunch.
He is an aggressive jock type of guy. She had dated a similar kind of good looking jock type in college but quickly ended the relationship after finding him to be very shallow with a big ego.
"So have you reconsidered about letting me take you out for dinner?" Scott smiled charmingly. He is an attractive man with a fit body and is in his early fifties.
Pointing at her engagement and wedding rings she said, "I thought we had reached a consensus that I am a married woman and you should not be asking me out." She responded with a playful smile.
"Hey... we only established that you are a beautiful married woman... and a married woman can go for dinner with a friend." He countered.
"Yeah of course that is all you think of me as... just a friend." She said with feigned sarcasm.
As they ate their lunch they continued the flirty banter. Scott had sensed a change in her demeanor lately and felt good about it. There were incidental touches initiated by him which Greta had expected but it still gave her goosebumps. His knees touched hers, his hands touched her shoulders, arms and even held her hand for a bit. She enjoyed his attention and the feeling of being courted, pursued.
"I gotta go now... I have a meeting." She remembered when glanced at her watch.
"Oh come on... miss it... I will be lost here without you." Scott said with a smile.
"Oh you know how to find your way... I bet you will find another woman to ply your wiles on." She said with a grin as she stood up.
"So that is what you think I was doing?... I am shocked Greta... I really care about you... really care about that hot, tight body of yours." He whispered boldly to her. "That skirt looks real nice... very nice." Lustily he ran his eyes over her rear.
"Thank you... see you later." She said smiling flirtily.
"I will be travelling for a few days... for work... I will definitely see you after that and take my friend out for dinner."
"We will see about that." She smiled and walked away, feeling his eyes on her ass. An involuntary shiver went through her body. It felt good not being so uptight.
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Later in the evening Greta headed straight for the study after getting home.
Valentin looked up from his computer and asked, "How was your day honey?"
"Just a normal work day... nothing different." She responded nonchalantly. "Greg left for work?" Greg worked at the local grocery store.
"Yes... just a little bit ago." Valentin responded as he swiveled his chair around to face her.
"So how was your day... busy? did you get anything done?" She asked teasingly.
"Mine was okay... did as much as I could, it was kind of difficult to focus on worky today." He said as he eyed his wife. "So just a regular, normal day for you?" Valentin raised his eyebrows.
"Yep... just a normal day... why were you expecting something to happen." She coyly asked.
Keeping his eyes on his demurely standing wife, Valentin stood up. "You know you are looking very elegantly sexy." He opened the button of her suit jacket and moved behind her to pull off the jacket. Under the jacket she was wearing a form fitting, sleeveless, white blouse. Valentin liked how the form fitting blouse clung to her body showing off her flat stomach, slender waist, the silhouette of the bra covering her small, firm breasts.
He slowly walked around her running his eyes over her. "I know Scott does not work with you... but did you run into him today?... did he see you?"
"Yes he did." She responded.
"Well?... did he like how my wife looked?... did he come on to my wife?" He gently hugged her from behind and whispered into her ear.
"He did like how your wife looked baby... he asked me out again." Her pulse quickened and her breathing changed.
"Did you flirt back with him?... were you a naughty wife today? flirted with another man?" He kissed her neck and behind her ear.
"I was... I flirted with him... just like you wanted."
"Good girl... did he try anything?" He enquired.
"Well, he wants to take me out for dinner... " She paused and then said. "But that ain't gonna happen." She smiled.
Valentin felt a bit disappointed but also a send of relief that she had not agreed to go out with Scott. "That is fine but you were really naughty today flirting with your co-worker, leading him on... a naughty wife like you needs to be punished." He pushed her towards his desk. "Bend over the table." He hissed at her.
Greta's pussy moistened and she felt her body tingle. She bent over the table arching her back and sticking out her ass. She looked back at her husband, breathing hard and her mouth open. She couldn't believe how turned on she was.
Locking his eyes with her, Valentin grabbed the hem of her skirt and jerked it above her hips. Feeling ashamed due to the lewd way her husband had her exposed, she looked away burying her face in her arms.
Valentin's arousal was inflamed seeing his wife's naked, shapely ass with the back of her thong buried between her creamy ass cheeks. He put his hands on her ass cheeks and kneaded them.
"You are turning into a hussy... first you flirt with that teenage, punk, black boy... and now you are flirting, teasing your co-worker." Valentin smacked her one ass cheek.
"Aaah... honey!." She yelped loudly. The slap on the ass stung but at the same time her pussy released more moisture and tingled.
Valentin rubbed her reddening smooth ass cheek and then delivered a hard smack on her other ass cheek. "Aaah... Jesus... baby." She sighed and groaned.
"You like getting your ass spanked?... don't you?... a naughty, cheating wife like you needs to be punished." Valentin growled at her lustily and then proceeded to deliver several more hard smacks on her pert, round ass. She yelped, groaned as her husband spanked her. She felt completely humiliated but the crotch of her panties was completely drenched.
Wanting to sink his aching cock in his wife's slick hole, Valentin hooked his fingers into the waistband of her thong and tugged them down to her ankles. Greta shyly lifted her feet one by one as Valentin bent down and slipped the panties over her feet still wearing the stylish pumps.
Valentin smelled his wife's arousal as he took off her panties. He sniffed her panties, taking in her aroma. He stepped back as he lustily stared at his bent over wife. Slowly he took off his pants and underwear admiring his wife's pert round ass, her long shapely legs and her glistening pussy lips peeking between her thighs. His prim, proper wife bent over so lewdly.
He moved forward and rubbed his cockhead on her pussy lips. Greta instinctively shuffled her feet apart to provide better access to her husband. He kept rubbing his thick cockhead on her wet pussy lips, smearing her pussy juices over his cockhead
Greta whimpered in anticipation. "Yes... yes... baby."
"You want it bad don't you?... tell me what you want." He huskily demanded as he continued to rub his cock on her pussy lips.
"Don't tease me honey... give it to me." There was desperation in her voice and she reached back grabbing the hard cock. She tried to put it inside her.
Valentin was shocked by his wife's wanton action. He had never seen her to be so lustful.
"Just tell me what you want... tell me and you can have it." He demanded.
Desperate to be filled by a cock, she felt completely humiliated as she capitulated and said, "Baby I need your cock... give