The Hilton in Sandton a few months back, I had arrived from Dubai's product launch a few days prior, my time had been spent busy setting up and co-ordinating. This would be how the rest of the week would follow afterwards, next being in Durban and Cape Town before returning back to Germany.... so I thought. The evening arrived, captains of industry, discerning guests, and keynote speakers all arrived with fellow colleagues or partners. It was a bit of a rush to be honest and the shallow meet and greets meant no time to peruse, or take real notice during the wave of guests. As everyone was finding their places, one of the waiters brought me my favourite glass of dry white. I sipped it slowly, savouring the taste on tongue, whilst making small talk with one of my colleagues. I noticed a guest undressing me with his eyes, wondering what was under my blue emerald evening gown, whether my stockings where suspenders, and if I was wearing panties underneath, his imagination running wild..... smouldering. White scarf and black tuxedo, nice watch and Italian hand crafted shoes. And what is this? His date? Hmm No his wife returning to his table. Now he is on his best behaviour, with his petite blonde wife with her amazing blue tanzanite wedding ring... She notices his naughty child like grin, sensing his uneasiness, excited yet uncomfortable, knowing that he wished she was not their in this moment. This I call Alpha Mahle' (Not male it’s pronounced mahle or with a soft e at the end) it is when a Alpha Female makes her presence known and felt. I have tried to explain this many times to my husband and to other males but this is only a feeling females can pick up on with their men, the nervous energy, the blank stare in their mans eyes, his mind in my realm. Its a women's feeling and knowing of unexplainable helplessness as she finds her partner lost within the lust and vision of his ultimate dream. I went outside to have a Vogue, watching the beautiful view of Sandton, and a glass of my favourite white appearing from behind my left side. Observant. Chivalry. Knowing. I thanked him for the chilled glass of wine as he lit my slim cigarette before lighting his own Cigar. Handsome mmm, athletic mmm, dark features mmm and intriguing mmm tall and with very nice sensual big hands.... and married.... I introduced myself with a seductive smile, taking a light puff of my Vogue, he introduced himself as Rowen, trying to be cool and calm as I glanced him over. I looked inside, seeing his wife through the seated crowd returning from the ladies and looking obsessively nervous. "I think your wife is searching for you?" I said confidently. " And I have been dreaming about you." he replied back cheekily. I giggled lifting my one heel upon the ledge, sliding my finger up the side slit of my revealing evening gown from my calf all the way up to my thigh... Just stopping as to not reveal my suspender belt elastic strap. "I wont be in South Africa for long I replied, and I am also married..." He put his hand on my thigh re-assuredly, moving it up a little higher revealing my suspender strap, as well as the face of my silk French lace thong panties. I could feel the electricity surge through my body.... I took a deep breath enjoying the moment, warm comforting gentle fingers subtly stroking my silk as I looked through the crowd dazed. I asked him for his mobile, he unlocked it and I put in my number. I gave him the phone back and as I made my way back inside I noticed her making her way to balcony to find Rowen outside. The next two days were spent in Durban, messages flying back and forwards between us, admitting he was almost caught on a number of occasions but not my fault with his obsessive seductive texting. My husband obviously knew about this all, sometimes I think he finds it more exciting than me, trust, openness and honesty. It turned out Rowen had “urgent business” to attend to during my Cape Town leg.... What a co-incidence? He picked me up fairly early from my hotel, even when dressed casual though its important to look great, and I was taken to the V&A for a sumptuous champagne breakfast... Rowen insisting on some relaxing spa time and later serious retail therapy after, clearly enjoying the shopping and choosing everything he wanted to see me love to wear. Everything from French lingerie, beautiful revealing dresses, a few sexy designer heels, handbags with matching purses, and a beautiful tanzanite necklace that glowed blue like the shimmering crystal waters off Palermo. We had a delicious lunch, followed by the Cape Town launch. It being Friday in CT meant that the event ended early, I did however make friends with a few fun guys after the event who were keen to go out for drinks later which I agreed to meet around 10pm, once I had been back to the hotel, freshened up, & had supper with Rowen. I messaged Rowen to let him know I was back at my room and freshening up. I got an unusual very personal request from him and by pure co-incidence he was in luck. (1. I will post the answer at the bottom of the story after one week, but feel free to take a guess, you might just win something? 2. Any suggestions for a prize? ) Another request came in from him, to wear his favourite special dress he had bought for me, with his favorite French lingerie and my choice of my new selection of heels. Tansanite necklace? Definitely Yes. I got picked up from the hotel, we had an amazing dinner, Rowens hands wondering through out under the table. His wife phoned a few times to check if everything was fine... Not my business... We flirted, kissed and after paying the bill to meet up with the rest of my new friends from the launch earlier. Rowen was a little jealous but he knew I was with him for tonight. We arrived at a large full popular cocktail pub venue around Sea Point? I am not sure of the name... I danced with the other guys, flirted with them and even from the other tables... this evening I made many friends and danced the evening away... As the crowd dwindled Rowen was getting even braver, we kissed many times, his hands every where.... and I mean everywhere... his hands taking mine and feeling his hard hard girth. My panties soaking and my pussy aching it was time to go home. We arrived at Rowens hotel apartment, almost fucking in the elevator. As soon as the room door was closed his jeans were off and my panties around my ankles with my high heels on. I unbuttoned Rowens shirt, kissing his neck, then pushing his head down as the shirt came off.... Rowan now on his knees, getting to taste the sweetness of his dream.... exploring my clit and tasting me like a starving bear that had found wild honey. I came and I needed his big married cock now. I lifted his head by the hair and pushed him onto the bed. I pulled down my mini exposing my breasts, and lifted up my dress exposing my hips... I leaned over Rowen kissing his lips, his chest as I took his fat hard thick cock and allowed it to spread me open, stuffing me like an Olive... In my subconscious mind I could see his wife watching me as my tight pussy clinged to his gorgeous thick married cock, Rowen sucking on my breasts, pulling my hair back, pulling me deeper and harder onto his cock. It was raw and wild animal fucking.... the head board banging and me screaming as he took me over the edge of ecstasy trying to catch my breath. Coming together as one.... my pussy contracting in waves shuddering as he pumped his load after load of his hot married cream deep deep within me: I was exhausted, broken... that however did not stop Rowen from fucking me from behind and finishing, missionary then finishing again my heels the only thing remaining on my body and Rowen permanently within. I got dropped off the next morning back at my hotel, I had taken a few photos for my husband so he could enjoy and relive the moment and amazing details with me when I returned home. I still see Rowan every now and again, I have even bumped into his wife and him with the children at a local restaurant in Johannesburg together with my husband. It seemed kind of awkward for her though. I guess the pleasure was all mine... Alpha Mahle PS Please comment if you would like to hear more real life experiences HWM