It is a strange feeling to want, to need, to feel a hunger inside you that you know will never be filled. As I sat there, pretending to be enjoying myself, playing the part of the dutiful wife, all I can think about was having this man next to me use me. He was in fact my husband’s high school buddy. They had run into each other a few weeks ago and set up this double date thing. I had only met him one other time in passing years ago, but here I am, desiring him to touch me. Of course, he brought his perfect trophy wife, you know the type, blond, tan, perfectly put together. I leaned back, swirling the wine in my glass as I took in the bullshit that poured out of her mouth, she did love to talk about herself. This makes my mind wonder to their sex life. I can see her being very prude, only missionary, maybe a blowjob on his birthdays. This puts an image of this man jerking off now, I mean he must, right? I smiled at the thought, and he snapped me back to reality, “what’s the grin about?” laughing slightly. “Sorry, I was distracted.” My husband, obviously annoyed by my actions, snorts slightly, “I’m going back to the bar, do you need anything?” “No man, I’m good.” Just then his wife stands and excuses herself to the restroom. Taking a long drink of my wine, I sat back and turned my eyes to him. He was already looking at me, which caught me off guard. “You looked bored.” Laughing a little, “not bored, just have other things on my mind.” Moving slightly closer, “and what is on your mind?” his voice was darker, more seductive. I stared at him over my glass as I tipped it back. His eyes got darker; I could feel heat building inside me. The air between us became hot. “Fuck, the bar is busy” as my husband sat back down. I sat back up, moving closer to the table. I felt myself adjusting myself. The wife came back, and the conversation took off again. This time I was more involved, only to feel him out more, but that question was answered when I felt his hand touch my leg. I felt like I was shocked by electricity. He used his hand to pull my skirt up so he could feel my bare skin. Heat rolled through me, I felt myself throbbing now. I felt him pull away when the waitress brought our dinner out. Eating slowly, I tried to take him in more, watching his moves. The conversation went on, stories of the good old days, and the bad ideas they got into. I excused myself to the restroom. I made my way through the crowd. Stepping inside the restroom, I looked at myself in the mirror and checked my reflection. As I leaned forward into the mirror, I heard the door open, and I saw him stepping in. “What are you doing?” I turned in shock. Stepping up to me, grabbing the back of my neck he pulled me into him, crushing our mouths together. His other hand went to my ass, pulling my dress up so he can take hold of me. It felt like a bomb went off between us. He flipped me around, and wrapped his hand around my waist, I felt him removing his hard cock. I braced myself on the sink, one hand on the mirror as he thrusted deep inside me. I gasped out as he filled me. He moved in me hard, with power. “I want to make your scream.” As he thrusted into me. “I can’t scream, I can’t scream.” I struggled to say. “I want you to scream.” He commanded with an even harder thrust into me, reaching up he covered my mouth hard. Muffled scream of pleasure escaped my body as he fucked me harder, with urgency. I can hear him moaning, sounds of pleasure escaping his lips. Looking up at him in our reflection, his eyes burned into me. His body moved harder now; I felt the edge of the sink pressing into my waste. Too much more he will break me. Just when I didn’t think I could take much more, his body trembled as he emptied inside me. He removed his hand and pulled out of me, backing away giving me room to clean myself up. He reached over one more time and kissed me hard. Then left the restroom. It dawned on me, anyone could have walked in, and my cheeks became red. I finished up washing up and left the restroom. I saw my husband back at the bar, engaged in a conversation with other men. I made my way back to the table, they were talking about next day events, like nothing happened. I sat down and his wife said, “they have nice restrooms here, don’t you think?” as I took my wine and tipped the rest back. “Oh yea.”