I’ve told some stories about my married friend, Missy, that I had a pretty long affair with. She was so much fun at conferences. We basically played married so we didn’t get bothered by others.

Because we lived in neighboring towns I would occasionally run into her and her husband while out and about. There were a few times I know she probably still had my cum dripping out of her while we stood and talked to her husband.

At one of our conferences we had gone out to eat and she was decked out. She wore this short black mini skirt with a tiny black thong. A white tank with her push up bra and a black leather jacket. She was stunning.

We got back from dinner where we had a few drinks and she was feeling tipsy. I had joked with her throughout dinner that she should take her bra off and just wear the tank. She laughed about her tiny boobs. I told her not one guy would complain as hot as she looked.

Riding up the elevator there were a couple of guys about our age that we started a conversation with. She was flirty and they were giving it right back. So I asked them if they thought she should go braless in the bar that evening.

They said they’d have to see to find out. She laughed and brushed it off. As we got off the elevator I whispered in her ear that if she didn’t take her bra off we weren’t gonna fuck that night. She looked at me all sad and I just shrugged my shoulders.

A few steps of the elevator she started fumbling with her bra and pulled it up through the arm of her tank and hands it to me. She told me a better not let her down later.

The guys were a couple if steps ahead of us so I got their attention by asking what they thought. By this time her nipples were sticking out and when the guys turned, their eyes about popped out of their heads. They were telling her she should never wear a bra again.

They stopped a couple is doors down the hall and asked where we were partying later. We told them the bar in the hotel had a great DJ and we’d be down there. We got a good laugh and walked to her room to leave her purse and jacket.

Once we were in the room, she decided she needed to pee and walked into the bathroom. She left the door open. I leaned against the door frame as she hiked her skirt up exposing her amazingly tanned ass. Reaching up she slid her thong down and sits on the toilet.

I told her I needed her thong. She asked why and I told her that she wasn’t allowed to wear underwear tonight while we danced. She was reluctant because many of our colleagues would be with us. I told her she better be careful not to flash them then. She slipped them over her heels and tossed them to me.

I took a nice long whiff of them before shoving them in my pocket. She finished peeing, wiped and stood up. While she was washing her hands I stepped behind her and slid a hand up her skirt between her legs. She was extremely wet.

A moan escaped her lips and she said we better go or everyone will think we’re fucking. I continued sliding two fingers in and out of her dripping pussy while she gripped the counter. I teased her by getting her close to cumming a couple of times before backing off. The third time I just pulled my fingers out and said “Let’s go dance”!

When we reached the bar and met up with our friends and she was still very distracted thinking about her missed orgasm. We got some drinks and started dancing. A slow song came on and we came together and I held her close. I whispered in her ear that I was going to drive her crazy until she begged to go upstairs. I told her if she did everything I asked her to do, I’d make sure she had the best orgasm she’s ever had.

I looked her in the eye and she replied “Ok. I’ll do anything!” I smiled and said she might regret that!