Being sexually kinky has always been a sinful pleasure of mine. Tonight, my husband and I are going to an art gallery. I wanted to play a dirty little game with him so I suggested we travel separately. I explained to him I needed to finish some work before heading out to buy me a little time. Standing in the front door with my robe on, I kissed him goodbye and wickedly smiled at him. He truly had no idea what plans I had in my dirty mind. Alluring him into being naughty with me would be exciting. As night fell, the weather was getting colder and it started to lightly rain. I quickly closed the door and I ran upstairs to our bedroom. I wanted to find an outfit that would truly seduce him. After trying on a few short skirts and dresses, I saw the perfect outfit hanging in the closet, begging to be worn. I arrived at the gallery not too long after. The event was modestly packed with people laughing and admiring the different art. I stood in the doorway and could feel the breeze crawl up my body. That perfect outfit I found, nothing but a pair of high heels and a knee high dark trench coat. I was truly naked and it felt amazing! All I wanted was to drive him crazy as I tempted him throughout the gallery, whilst trying not to get caught. Walking into the gallery I see him admiring a painting on the wall. My husband had always been a huge admirer of art. Tonight however, I wanted to be his art. Desired by him just as he desires those paintings. Making my way through the crowd, I slowly walked past him; slightly brushing against his ass. I stood some distance away from him and I could feel his eyes on me. I gazed back at him and smiled. I grabbed a glass of wine and proceeded to an area of the gallery that was a bit secluded. It was mildly dark and away from the crowd. This room had lots of sculptures that caught my eye. It was well hidden and out of sight. I knew he’d accept my invitation to come after me. As I was gazing at a particular piece, he walked up behind me and said, “you are more captivating then any piece in here”. His whispers upon my neck made my nipples harden and my pussy wet. I wanted to feel his pleasure in the middle of the gallery. He stood there with amazement and wonder. He wanted to know what was under this coat. He knelt down on one knee and pretended to adjust my heels. I felt his hand slowly run up my legs to my inner thighs. I could feel the wetness already starting to flow down my legs. He ran his fingers against my pussy and slid his middle finger inside of me. My head fell back and I moaned out in passion. He lifted my coat just enough to expose me too whoever wandered in and placed his lips on my ass. He started kissing and groping it hard. At this point, he didn’t care and acted as if only him and I were there. Coming around to my front, he spread my legs apart he plunged his tongue deep in my pussy. Taking long strokes with his tongue, he ate me like never before. Licking my wetness and tasting how excited he’d made me. He lived to devour me every chance he got and tonight was no exception. With one leg draped over his shoulder, I was ready to climax. My hand on the head signaled to him that I didn’t want him to stop. But he wasn’t ready for me to cum. He stood up and untied my coat, exposing my naked body. He pushed me against the wall next to a painting of a woman holding her breast. I placed both hands against the wall and arched my back as much as I could. Waiting for his cock to pleasure me from behind. Hearing him undo his belt, I gasped as soon as he plunged inside of me. He took no mercy on my wet pussy and I took every inch of him. My seduction had driven him wild and I wanted more. He placed one hand on my breast and gripped my waist with the other. As he fondled my breast, his strokes were getting longer and harder. The clanging of his belt buckle as he pounded my pussy without a care of being caught. I wanted him to cum inside me. His hand left my breast and gripped the other side of my waist. His strokes were now calculated and my heart was pounding. He groaned, spread my ass apart and filled me with his delightful cum. He kept stroking his cock inside me until he was completely spent. He kissed my back, pulled his pants up and looked around as he tidied himself up. “What a masterpiece,” he said as he watched his cum travel down my thighs. My legs were shaking and unable to move, I was still against the wall when he zipped his pants and slowly walked back into the crowded room.