Dating : Teasing a Stranger at the Party

“You’re married.”

It wasn’t a question, but I nodded anyway. The man was handsome, and I had been flirting. But I certainly didn’t need a lecture on leading men on.

“If I say that I like married women, it seems crass. But if I act disappointed, it’s nearly as bad. I think I’m a bit stuck.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t have said anything,” I told him as I touched his arm. I was beginning to like him more now that I realized he had a few brain cells in his handsome head.

“Ah, but then I would have seemed unobservant if not downright stupid. No, there’s no way out of it for me.”

“That’s too bad,” I said. “I was starting to like you. I could take the ring off, I suppose. And we could start over?”

He raised an eyebrow, and I wondered how much I could say without saying anything. It appeared that he was thinking about it for a moment before he finally shook his head.

“No, it’s too late for that. There’s only one thing to do.”

It was my turn to look confused.

“And what’s that?”

“Well, you’ll either have to tell me to piss off or accept that I’m a complete bastard. It has nothing to do with your husband, of course. It’s just that you’re beautiful, and I don’t see why you being married should change my perception of you.”

“Your perception or your desire to fuck me?”

I think I might have startled him because he took a sip of his martini and then instantly took another. He paused as if about to come up with a witty reply but instead polished off the drink and handed it off to one of the severs.

“To be honest, I suspect it makes me want to fuck you more,” he said finally said, stepping closer as I clenched my thighs, feeling myself grow instantly wet.

“Even if you never see me again?” I asked, looking about the party for a quiet place.

“Is that the rule? I can have you as long as we never meet?”

“You can never have me, but that’s not the point. I was just curious if you’d still be interested if it was just tonight. Just this one time and never again.”

“How about I think on it?” he said, leading me down a hall. He appeared to better understand the house than I did, and I followed him quietly around a corner, up a small staircase, and onto a balcony that looked out over the ocean.

The bulk of the party was on the far side of the expansive home, so we were utterly alone in the warm summer wind.

“Stand against the railing,” he said. For a moment, I thought to push back, but it had been so long since I met anyone willing to take control that I let it go.

“Good, now lift your dress.”

I smiled and crossed my legs flirtatiously as I did as he asked.

But while I began playfully, I became increasingly aroused as I exposed myself to his invasive gaze. I had left my underthings at home, which meant that I was not only showing him everything but also letting him know what sort of woman I was.

As if he didn’t already know.

“Turn around and bend forward,” he said, never moving from his place. I took a deep breath and did as he said, my dress now raised behind me so he could see my ass and the lips of my pussy between my trembling thighs.

“Good; now touch yourself.”

I found myself barely able to speak as I slid one hand between my legs. I could feel him watching me, and I was embarrassed by how soaking wet I was. Nevertheless, I began to finger myself, circling my clit and then pushing two digits into my pussy.

“How many men would you say you’ve fucked?”

His question took me by surprise. It had been a while since I counted, but it also wasn’t what I expected. Most men would have been inside me by now, not caring about anything other than the willing woman in front of them who they wouldn’t have to call the next day.

“I’m not sure,” I mumbled as my fingers moved faster. “Maybe a hundred?”

“And just since you’ve been married?”

I gasped as he stepped forward, but I could only rarely make him out in the darkness. His hand appeared to be wrapped around his cock, but it was impossible to tell with my head down. My mind went blank as I tried to answer, and the truth was devastating. I had my fun in college, but my marriage changed everything.

“Sixty-seven,” I said, knowing the answer perfectly well. “Sixty-seven since I’ve been married.”

Without a word, he was inside me, fucking me hard and fast as he dug his fingers into my hips and ass. I couldn’t make out his words, but he leaned over me and gripped my hair as he took me, and all I could do was look down at the crashing waves and let myself go.

His cock was thick, although not exceptionally long, and I loved how he stretched me open in his frantic and violent effort to redeem me.

Just as I felt him tense, and just as I too clenched around him, I smiled and tried to take back control.

“Well, it’s sixty-eight, now,” I said, as he began to come within me, grunting as he fucked me.

“So wrong, so fucking wrong,” he moaned as he unloaded within me as I came too. I gripped the railing, squeezed tightly around him, and held him there inside me until I finally let go and nearly collapsed.

He pulled out and shuffled behind me, but still, I didn’t turn around as I stifled a laugh. It was all in good fun, but the truth was, I did like him. The man certainly knew what he was doing, and his commanding presence had taken me somewhere new.

Nevertheless, I knew that one of two things was about to happen: he would either confess his undying love for me or call me an unforgivable name.

Much to my surprise, he did neither. Instead, as I flattened my dress and stood up, he turned and walked back into the house, leaving me alone by the sea with nothing but the moon and the stars and the waves to witness my confusion.

I took a few deep breaths, straightened my dress and my hair, and then opened the door to find my way back to the party and the handsome stranger I was growing increasingly attached to.

But when I didn’t see him in the crowd and asked the host about him, I was told he had left just a minute before. I frowned and shook my head as if coming out of a daze. I eventually found my husband and another glass of wine, but I was not myself.

“Are you okay, darling?” he asked as we danced slowly.

“Only a little heartbroken,” I said. “Happy, but still. A bit of a mess.”

He held me tightly wrapped up in his arms as we swayed quietly to the music.

And at least for a little while, everything was okay.