She Cheats With Her Husband's Permission

She was playing the role to a dot. She sat down on the coach across from the handsome man and crossed her legs. She knew that he saw the top of her stocking and the strap of her garder belt in the split second before she modestly covered her leg. She felt her pussy twitch at the thought.

Here she was. She had met him a couple of months ago while having lunch with a girlfriend. He was himself having lunch at the next table with a business acquaintance. He kept glancing in her direction. Although he was subtle about it, she had felt the stare. She enjoyed the attention that she was getting from men, but usually would not think about it twice. She was married. This was different; she was instantly charmed by the classic good looks of this tall, handsome gentleman... Suits had gone out of style in the hipster culture of Silicon Valley. She did not agree with that. There was something to be said about a man in a suit. She avoided turning her head in his direction but eventually their eyes crossed. She smiled.

The food arrived, the plate was beautifully arranged. Everything in the new restaurant was exquisite. She was proud of her work - one of the best. She knew that she had spent way too much time on this remodeling project. Working with Philipp, the restaurateur, a flamboyant, moody, passionate, uncompromising homosexual had been a challenge. They had loved and hated each other in the process but at the end they had become friends.

The handsome gentleman was looking at her plate - She saw that he was about to say something... anything to start a conversation. Sandra was a stunning woman, slender figure, small but perfect natural breasts, delicate face framed by abundant wavy dark hair. She dressed with impeccable tastes. Most men felt intimidated by her beauty and few dared to approach her. Yet, she was warm, kind and engaging.

Before the handsome man could say something, a tonitruous voice erupted from across the room, getting all heads to turn:"Sandra, ma chérie mais que fais tu là?" Philipp had a new French boyfriend and had decided that he was fluent. Sandra was always a little embarrassed by the flaming mannerism of her friend. She blushed.

Philipp sat down on the bench next to Sandra and kissed her hand."Ma chérie", repeating two of the 10 French words he knew,"You should have called. So what do you think of the restaurant in action? Isn't it marvelous?" Philipp turned to the handsome man who had been listening in with a smile"you know... she is the best... do you know that she completely remodeled this place, it was a dump, she is the best designer in the whole city - if you ever need a designer, you should hire her". Philipp liked to take random strangers as witnesses, clumsily trying to get Sandra business. He felt that he owed her that for getting such a deal on the remodeling fee.

"This is impressive." answered the handsome man. He was answering Philipp but staring at Sandra. He had deep blue eyes and a warm smile."I could actually use some help. I just opened an office in San Francisco and frankly I do not care much about the design. May be you could look at it?"

The conversation went on. Martin was a venture capitalist from New York - his firm had just opened an office in San Francisco. He was splitting his time between San Francisc