Monica Winfield, came from money and she married into money and her daughter stood to inherit more than she would ever know what to do with.  She was forty-two years old and looked much younger.  Fuller figured with curves that those much younger than her would kill for.  Her husband Robert was a work-a-holic.  And being who she was, her time was always in demand for this function or that charity or sit on this committee.  And like any good wife in her position she did her fair share of those things.<br/><br/>But she also enjoyed her own time, to have a chance to indulge in he own 'hobbies."<br/><br/>And today her hobby was Scott Kerns, the family legal counsel.  Monica had asked her daughter if she could please use the penthouse of the casino her fiancee ran.  She had told her daughter it was for a ladies meeting, she had wanted to impress them with the view and show off how well her future son-in-law was doing.  She had heard one or two of them saying he was just a gold digger.  Though having the ladies there had been in no way her plans.<br/><br/>Scott had her naked, his hands and mouth had been all over her, he had teased her body until she hadn't been able to stand it.  Now he had her bent over the expensive wood dining table in the suite, her breasts were pressed to the smooth wood as he rubbed his own wood along her back cheeks, teasing it up and down her crevice.  "Tell me baby what you want?"  Scott had pushed his fingers up into her hair and was pulling back on her head, his mouth was against her neck.  "Or I walk."<br/><br/>"Please..... god please fuck my ass."  Monica moved her hips against him, she was trying to get him lined up on her own to push back on him.  "Don't leave me wanting Scott, please."<br/><br/>"That's it, beg me like a nice bitch."  His hand was down around his cock.<br/><br/>Monica whimpered, screaming out when he pushed his hips forward to bury himself almost fully inside her anus.  A shudder ripped through her body at the welcome invasion.<br/><br/>"Robert doesn't like it dirty does he?"  Scott couldn't believe he was fucking his bosses wife.  She had always seemed to prim and proper and she was but she had propositioned him with an offer he hadn't been able to turn down.  So what if he was a call boy now for her, it was worth it.<br/><br/>A short while later he had emptied his sack inside her, pulling back he removed the condom, tying it off.  "Holy....."  He kissed her shoulder, they were both breathing heavy.  "When will I see you again Monica?"  Scott stood up to catch his breath, his hands roamed over her skin that had a light sheen of sweat to it.<br/><br/>"I'll let you know."  Rising off he table she turned to kiss him and moved out of the way to find her clothes.  "I have a busy week ahead."  Monica didn't use Scott as often as he would like, twice a month at the most but he was her favorite to fuck her ass.  Something she either didn't want from many of the others or they just wasn't that great in specs.<br/><br/>"You can be cold Monica."  Scott told her as he pulled on his black dress pants.<br/><br/>The smile she gave the man was pure wicked.  "Its how I got to be where I am and how I stay there.  Now if you will excuse me."  Taking her clothes she headed toward the bathroom.  "Show yourself out."  With that she closed the door to fresh up before she dressed.  It was simple to take the wash cloth with her, dropping it in the first trash canister she came too and the hired help would get blamed for it.<br/><br/>Before she was done she heard the soft click of the outer door as Scott left.  Monica fixed her hair, piling it back up on her head, she fixed her makeup and dressed, it had been worth it.