At my husband’s boss’ Fourth of July party, I fell for his co-worker Nicolai. But my Dom husband, knowing how hard it is for me to resist an irresistible man, had my labia pierced weeks ago with two golden hoops. For chastity, he placed a little gold lock on the hoops to which he holds the key. My chastity lock had worked so far on this petite brunette vixen…but not tonight.
Nicolai is a tall blonde Russian who works as an analyst at my husband’s financial firm. And as my husband does business in his boss’ office, Nicolai and I finally have a chance to be alone. We met upstairs in the boss’ house, as everyone enjoyed the party raging in the backyard. He went upstairs first and after a few minutes, I followed. From an open bedroom door, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me in, pressing me up against the door to plant an urgent kiss on my pliant lips. His arms pulled me into his body and I collapsed against his firmness, wrapping my arms around his neck, totally lost in lust and the smell of his cologne. My panties were positively moist. I wanted to jump on him and wrap my legs around his waist, but the lock was already tugging at the rings. His hand went for my crotch and I quickly grabbed it and led him to the bed where we sat before leaning back and getting lost in each other’s kisses. Our hands indiscriminately tugged at clothing and belts and kicked off shoes in blind ambition. His hand travelled down to my crotch again and I let him discover the lock on his own. He stopped kissing me, looking at me confused as his fingers felt the lock beneath satin panties. I continued to shower his face with kisses as my dress straps fell away from my shoulders.