Ryan was a man customarily reserved. He wasn’t terribly bad-looking except since he’d taken this detestable office work his physique had lost a head-turning definition that he could only prove by pictures from recent past. His once chiseled jaw line and the pants that began to tighten around him betrayed the too-frequent intake of coffee pastries and fast food mexican lunches that he’d lately turned to; their stress-relieving placebo effect latched an immediate addictive hook.
The last time he’d slept with a woman was far too long, and while masturbating often provided some satisfaction, sometimes it only reminded him of the lengthening stretch of compulsory purity. It was a vicious cycle: the longer he went without getting laid the less motivated he was to retake his physical condition but the longer he allowed his physical condition to deteriorate the less confidence he had in his interactive hopes with the opposite sex. Masturbation became an increasingly necessary outlet rather than a pleasurable option.
Coincidentally, a distractive visual episode that same morning almost caused Ryan’s own tardy office arrival.
His next door neighbor was a woman in her early forties. Her name was Faye. Anytime they met she greeted him with genuine pleasantry without indication that her niceties were anything more than congenial neighborly platitudes. Her yard was a magnificent tribute to the art of landscaping, all of it from her mind and her hands. So the fact that she had the sort of tomboyishness that feminine exposure to outdoor labors can eventually induce, not to mention the work clothes, said nothing of itself.
Then this morning, a young woman on a bicycle passed his driveway and turned up the sidewalk next door, stopping at Faye’s doorway. Faye stepped out in a long t-shirt (even from his vantage point, Ryan could tell she was braless) and greeted her visitor. The way Faye took the visitor in her arms indicated intimate knowledge beyond casual friendship. And if the motive for the embrace was arguable, the deep lingering kiss before they disappeared into the house removed any last speculative wisp. They didn’t know Ryan happened to see, or they didn’t care.
Like Wendy, Ryan’s body demanded a quick release, cock straining against his tight briefs. Instead, he hurried to his car, and in his slight dizziness violated the neighborhood speed limit on his way to work. The mental picture of the two women embracing and kissing never left him. As he tried to focus on the road the possible things that happened in Faye’s house at that very moment created the most maddening imagery. It didn’t help that he had a weakness for lesbian erotica.
His job was to compile vague lists of data, and he knew that Wendy had more vague data, so Ryan stepped into Wendy’s cubicle.
His first visual was the back of her chair, her hair bobbing, one hand gripping the armrest, the other hidden, but her shoulder vibrating; two naked ankles, one shoe on the floor, the other dangling by a strap from her toe. Thin desperate whines like a simpering kitten squeaked from the chair, then the chair itself creaked to an ever-quickening frustrated cadence. The hand that gripped the armrest suddenly flew to the face he couldn’t see, but he heard her scream into her hand, and he swore he saw spurts fall from the chair to the carpet.
Wendy heard something like clothes falling to the floor and she turned to see Ryan standing near her. His cock in his hand, his pants piled near his shoes.
She beckoned.
He came to her.
Her damp hands cuddled his balls, caressed his thighs, his cock slipped between her lips. The ministrations were not long necessary before he took her shoulders, fucked his hips against her face until fat seminal emissions erupted. She drank what she could before his squirts spilled from her lips, ran down her chin. More spasms arced and landed on her neck, and trickled down her chest.
Wendy reached her hands behind Ryan’s neck and she pulled him to her so their lips met. He tasted himself, her tongue fed him, his tongue explored. She pushed him to his knees. The source of the sexual concentration was a drug of euphoric properties. Her panties, like a veil into a temple, were wadded into the corner of her thigh. Wendy’s shiny pink pussy compelled exploration and suggested worship.
Her hand touched the back of his head and pushed his face closer, and he kissed the wet lips. A sticky line of her spending attached to his chin, another to his nose. Ryan hesitated just to gather his breath, but she denied it, pushed his face again, and he sunk his tongue as far as he could stretch it. He felt her bare thighs close against his shaven cheeks, hug him, hold him. Each inhalation sucked dew down his throat, and each lap of his tongue against her clit tightened her thigh against his face.
Wendy began to push Ryan back to the floor, but he took her, kissed her belly, picked her up as he came to his feet. She yelped when he ripped off her skirt, pulled her blouse open, buttons stripped and scattered, one bounced off the computer monitor like a loose skittle. A quick yank took her bra away, her tits tight and full, nipples engorged. He pushed her with gentle force, so she caught the desk edge, her backside bobbed in empty cubicle air. Ryan pulled her soppy panties partway down her legs, opened her with his thumbs, took her hair in his hand. A wild stab put him inside, pushing a squeal out of her lips.
When he first saw her masturbating, when he first felt her lips around him, when he sucked her flesh, and even when he first stabbed into her, he was so overwhelmed with the reality of touching female flesh, being touched. But when his thrusts decelerated, ground into her, he was able to appreciate just what a sweet piece she was, her muscles and lips squeezed and wrapped, tightened to make him fuck harder, to fuck this meat, really fuck it.
His cum frothed up with little forewarning. It was like a continuation of the first one that he’d doused her with, except this time it spat between her walls, that seemed to squeeze out a new semen string with each pulsation. In real time it was only seconds, but in Ryan’s mind it was a brief entrance into eternity. . Ryan pulled Wendy’s limp panties back up over her. They embraced, hesitant words kept trying to speak but nothing came to either. His shy smile, her half-lidded contentment and gratitude, their embarrassment, suppressed giggles said enough. Ryan started to go back to his cubicle before he realized his shoes and pants were still piled on the floor. Ryan quickly fixed this embarrassment.
Dressed again, he cleared his throat, tried to speak with the cursory cubicle accent, “Yes, this is what I came for, thank you.” He grabbed a stack of papers that he knew to be vague data and disappeared from Wendy’s cubicle.
Wendy put her clothes back on, but noticed missing blouse buttons. She’d have to take an early lunch, hurry down the hall, into the garage, go home.
Ryan’s cum puddled in her crotch, felt like an ampule of chocolate-covered cherries melted and drooled out of her.
The End
The Toy Shop
Roxy hated having to get out of bed and get ready for work. It was cold and snowing outside and all she wanted to do was stay in bed with a warm cup of cocoa. She would much rather be watching a good porn with her new vibrator she nicknamed Bruno. Bruno was one of the newest models out and was guaranteed to have the power like no other. She longed to have a big dick pounding away inside her tight pussy, however she had no man in her life, so Bruno would have to do for now. She had just purchased it at the sex shop she worked at last night and planned on starting her day by trying it out, but Lana had called and said she wasn’t feeling well and asked Roxy to come in early and run the store by herself.
Roxy arrived at work a little while later with Bruno in her purse. She always had a saying, “a dick is like American Express, you never should leave home without it.” She liked to go into the back room and satisfy her own needs during the slow times at work. She also had a fantasy of getting caught by someone that would take her and screw the shit out of her over and over again. Roxy had a huge imagination just no one to share it with.
The day was dragging by with out a single customer, probably due to the nasty weather. Roxy was growing more and more impatient waiting to use Bruno and decided to give herself a treat. So she took a little break, figuring that no body would come in the store anyway, she took Bruno and slipped into one of the 25 cent movie booths. She put a few dollars in quarters into the slot and sat back to enjoy a few moments alone with Bruno.
She started watching a sex scene on the screen as she lifted up her skirt and slipped her panties off. She took her sheer flimsy top off and slowly began rubbing her nipples while closing her eyes and dreaming of being the girl on the screen getting her brains screwed out. Her pussy started to throb and was becoming very wet. She slid her fingers down where she met her eager clit. By now it was throbbing so severe it ached and stood erect. She slid two fingers inside of her tight wet pussy and began to finger fuck herself. She let out a moan and continued to invade her wet hole faster and with increased intensity. She went into her own fantasy world and completely forgot where she was at. Suddenly the door to the booth opened and startled Roxy, there stood a man and a woman.
The woman replied, “I am sorry, we are looking for some that works here.”
Roxy was embarrassed and turned on at the same time. She had always dreamed of a threesome with another man and woman. Roxy remained speechless as the woman noticed Bruno and asked if that was the new vibrator she recently heard about.
Roxy said yes and she was about to try it out. She invited the woman to join in if she wanted to give Bruno a test run. The woman instantly lit up and before she could answer her husband yelled, “You bet we will.” They decided to move to the break room where there was a couch and entertainment system. They picked out porn and popped it in the DVD player. The husband made himself comfortable on a chair while Roxy lay down on the couch. The woman slowly slipped out of her clothing as Roxy lent a helping hand. Roxy started kissing every exposed part of her slender sexy body. As hard hand slid down between the woman’s legs she could feel her shaven pussy was dripping wet. This sent a wave of excitement through her body. The woman lightly moaned and reached for Roxy’s breast, cupping both her 44dd in her hands and gently sucking her nipples.
At this point her husband started squirming in his chair adjusting his obvious hard cock bulging in his pants. The woman slowly moved her mouth down Roxy’s body, lightly licking with her tongue the entire way, only to stop at her very inviting pussy. She licked around her lips and then opened them up and started licking and sucking Roxy’s aching clit. She continued to lick and tease Roxy’s clit causing her body to have uncontrolled spasms. She then got up and crawled on top of Roxy, coming to rest on her face. Roxy welcomed her wet pussy with her hungry mouth as she fucked her hole with her tongue and sucked all her sweet tasty juice.
Just then Roxy felt a tongue enter her own pussy as the woman’s husband began eating her. She never wanted this to end as she drifted into a world of pleasure. Just as she was starting to have an orgasm the other woman started yelling, “I’m cummmming” and together they did just that. The woman’s sweet nectar filled Roxy’s mouth while Roxy soaked the mans face with her hot cum. They both savored every drop of the sweet sex juice. The woman’s husband then turned Roxy over and slid his huge cock inside of her wet throbbing pussy. This caused Roxy to scream with pleasure as all 8 inches slammed into her.
The woman lies in front of Roxy on the couch and spread her legs to expose a very wet pussy and give Roxy perfect access. Roxy took Bruno and started to insert it into her waiting hole. She screamed, “Fuck me, I want it hard and fast, fuck meee.” The harder Roxy fucked her with the vibrator the harder the woman’s husband fucked Roxy. The woman came again letting out a loud scream as she swallowed as much of Bruno as she could.
The husband pulled out of Roxy’s pussy and both women licked and sucked his cock, the entire length of his shaft, caressing his balls with there tongues until he too let out a huge moan and came all over there faces. Each one licked every drop of cum from his dick and balls.
Roxy then lay back onto the couch and the woman took Bruno and flipped the switch on and started running it up and down Roxy’s wet pussy lips. Making small circles around her clit and then on down to her wet hole. This went on for several joyful minutes and Roxy could feel the waves of an orgasm building deep in her body. As she was starting to explode the woman moved the vibrator up to the hood of Roxy’s clit and held it there. She then stuck her tongue as far inside Roxy’s hole and began to suck. Roxy’s hips began to pump hard at the woman’s mouth as she exploded with a massive orgasm that flooded the woman’s mouth and splashed all over her face.
The woman and her husband stood at the counter purchasing one of the new vibrators as another couple came in and asked about the new toys. The husband replied, “This store is the greatest, they let you try them out before you buy and they even assist you. That was the best day Roxy had ever had at work.
The End
The Neighbor
I recently moved into a really nice high rise apartment complex in New York. Rent is way too high, however my friends keep telling me I need to start enjoying life a little. I have been single for a quite a few years and I am now on my 8th vibrator. Hopefully someday they will make a vibrator that can outlast my sexual needs. I need to find a man soon though before I lose my mind with this constant sexual desire I have 24/7. It’s getting to the point where I can’t even function at work and now even the geeks and nerds are turning me on. They should pass a law that it’s mandatory everyone gets laid at least once a day.
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I decided I would spend my Saturday doing laundry, so I gathered my clothes and headed down stairs to the laundry room. When I walked in I saw my neighbor down the hall. We spoke in passing once and he introduced himself as Bert. He seemed like a nice guy just not very interested in me, so I thought. Bert was a big guy and maybe he was just shy or something. I said, “good morning” and proceeded to separate my clothes. As I finished loading the last load into the washer, Bert tapped me on the shoulder. When I turned around Bert was standing there holding a pair of my black lace panties to his face. I looked down at his crotch and noticed his manhood trying to bust its way out of his jeans. I instantly felt a jolt run through my pussy, I didn’t know what was happening to me. Bert then ran his finger tips slowly down my chest and over my hard nipples, he then ran his hands down to the bottom of my short mini skirt. He slipped his fingers into my panties and began to rub my clit very gently. He then picked me up and sat me on the folding table as he quickly spread my legs apart with severe urgency. My pussy welcomed his warm wet tongue. As I lay there moaning and rubbing my hard nipples, trying to hold back my orgasm and wanting this moment to last forever.
I heard the door open and suddenly my other neighbor Steve walked in. I didn’t know what to do, I just knew I didn’t want to stop. I closed my eyes and started rubbing my clit with my hand as Bert fucked my hole with his tongue. He gently sucked and licked every part of my wet pussy.
I suddenly felt someone next to my head and opened my eyes to see Steve rubbing his massive bulge in his pants. He leaned down and slowly kissed and sucked my hard nipples and all around my large 44dd breasts. I reached over and undid his jeans to let his huge 10 inch cock free from its confinement. I grabbed his throbbing dick and pulled it to my mouth, licking the head in circles and then sucking the shaft as deep as I could take it. I know I almost took it all and had to stretch my mouth as wide as it would go to get that thick monster into my mouth. I continued to ram his cock into my mouth gently licking the head of it with my tongue. Suddenly I couldn’t hold back anymore and I let out a scream just as my pussy squirted all over Berts face.
Bert moved around me and gently kissed my lips letting me taste my own sweet juice. Steve moved down below and slowly licked around my clit and between my wet lips enjoying the sweet taste of my cum. Steve then slowly slid his dick into my waiting cunt, filling me with his massive shaft as I took Berts big cock into my mouth, licking and sucking and teasing his balls with my tongue. Steve felt so good inside of me as his cock kept ramming me hard and deep. The harder my pussy got fucked the harder and more vigorously I sucked on Berts cock. I felt the cock in my mouth begin to swell and it started exploding its hot sticky cum into my mouth as I kept trying to swallow every last drop. I was so cock hungry that this sent me into another orgasm and as my pussy started spasming around Steve’s huge cock, his cock exploded a huge load of white thick cum deep into me.
Steve lay back on the table and I sat on his welcoming face as he sucked my clit as if it was a lolly pop. Just when I thought I was going to explode again with a powerful orgasm, I felt Bert lean me forward some and slide his dick into my ass. I was now over whelmed and my moaning had turned to screams of ecstasy. Suddenly my body shook and I came like never before, wetting all three of us. I took both Bert and Steve into my mouth and sucked as if I was sucking the life out of them. It wasn’t long before I felt the warm flow of Berts cock erupt into my mouth and Steves cock shot another load of cum down my throat as I savored every last drop.
Steve now lifted me up and set my ass hole on his cock and forced it as deep as it could go into my ass. Bert climbed on me and put his cock in my pussy and I was now having my first DP. Having two cocks filling my ass and pussy at the same time was almost too great to handle. I was drifting off into another world as if I was having an out of body experience. Just then as if he appeared out of nowhere I heard another zipper and opened my eyes to see a tall man with a long hard dick in his hand push his shaft into my mouth. I eagerly accepted his hunk of meat and sucked on it as a 2yr old sucking on a tootsie roll. Now every hole in my body was being fucked and it was like a dream come true. As the dick in my ass went in the one in my pussy would go out and visa versa. I just kept getting hotter and hotter, I sucked harder and harder. Then the cock in my mouth erupted with such force I almost choked and he had to pull it out and shot the rest of his load all over my face. That is when I noticed two more men standing there stroking there cocks and waiting to get sucked. The next one stepped up and I eagerly took his cock into my mouth and grabbed the other one and stroked it with my hand.
Now I had just had one cock shoot its load in my face and I have one in my mouth and one in my hand and one each in my pussy and asshole. I started having one orgasm after another, my body took over a state of pleasure I did not know existed. I was a constant wave of pleasure as I just kept cummmming. My hips were pumping to meet every cock thrust as the cock in my mouth began to swell I started sucking harder until it emptied its load into my mouth. The cock in my hand got so worked up he shot his load all over my breasts. I felt the cock in my ass swell and dump his load of hot cum deep in my ass, that sent the cock in my pussy over the edge and he blew his cum inside of me. We collapsed is a heap and I barley had enough energy to finish my laundry. What a welcoming party it was.
The End
The Watch
The end of another hard day at work, Laura sighed with relief as she leaned back in her chair. The relief however was short lived, glancing down at her desktop she saw the date, it was her anniversary. She had been seeing her boyfriend, James, for six months now. She quickly gathered her things together and rushed down the stairs to the exit. As she got the door she could see the grey, overcast sky just waiting for her to step outside before releasing a torrent of water onto her.
As expected, when Laura stepped through the door into the busy high street the rain began to fall heavily from the sky. It was bad enough when this happened when she was just rushing home, but tonight she had to go to an antiques shop to collect the gift she had selected for James.
Laura arrived at the antiques shop and was completely soaked through. The antiques dealer greeted her with a warm smile.
“Hello” Laura said politely, “I’ve come to collect a silver pocket watch here is the reservation card.”
The elderly gentleman took the card from her and glanced at it; he turned and walked slowly to the back of his shop to collect the watch. He returned with the watch very quickly, it was almost as if he had never left. Laura took the watch from him and inspected it carefully, when she was satisfied that it was perfect she handed it to the dealer to wrap for her. He set the correct date and time before wrapping it quickly. Laura was intrigued by the elderly mans speed; it took no time at all for him to wrap the watch. Laura handed over the correct money and turned to head out of the door, the dealer called after her
“I hope the watch gives you as much enjoyment as it has given me, just be careful with it…..” the door slammed and Laura didn’t hear the old man’s warning.
“Of course I’m going to be careful with it” she mumbled under her breath, “it cost enough!”
Eventually Laura arrived home, she was completely soaked through. She walked into the bedroom and glanced in the mirror, her large pink nipple visible through the soaked material of her bra and blouse. No wonder the antiques dealer had a smile on his face she thought to her self. She changed quickly into a low cut black dress her ample cleavage clearly on show and head out to meet James taking the precious watch with her.
Laura arrived at the restaurant and was only about 5 minutes late, pretty good for her. James stood to greet her admiring her body, her firm cleavage and slim figure made her look irresistible. She sat talking to James about her day enjoying the meal. After the starter they swapped gifts, James was delighted with the watch, an old fashioned looking silver pocket watch which had beautiful intricate patterns on the case. As James admired the case Laura told him about the old antiques dealer and the impressive speed at which he had wrapped the watch. While she told the story all that James could think about was the impressive speed at which he would be undressing her tonight.
After paying the bill, James quickly gathered up his watch and dropped it into his pocket. Suddenly everything went quiet, no one moved, James looked around the room everything had stopped. He stood for a minute wondering what had happened, and then he thought back to the conversation over dinner. What did Laura say about the antique dealer? He pulled the watch out and looked more closely at it, could this watch really stop time?
After examining the watch James found two small buttons near the top, he pressed the first and nothing happened. Tentatively he pressed the second button, as he did everything went back to normal as if nothing had happened. He slid the watch into his pocket, pressing the second button as he did. Again everything stopped, frozen in time; no one moved, not a word was spoken.
A little more adventurous this time, James walked around the room looking to see if there was anyone who could see him. Still no one moved, he checked the whole restaurant, then he moved to the street and still nothing moved. He could stop the world, the power this little watch had given him. What a fantastic gift, James was no glad that Laura had forced him to make such a fuss about their six month anniversary.
James returned to the table where Laura was still sitting, he ran his fingers across her soft face feeling her warm skin. Remembering why he was in the restaurant he decided that he would take Laura home and play with the watch another time. Returning to his seat he pressed the button and everything started around him again.
James and Laura headed out into the street and jumped a taxi home. They entered their flat and James headed to the sofa his head still spinning with ideas of how he could use the watch. While his imagination ran wild Laura had gone into the bedroom to sort the second part of her surprise.
Laura had slipped on her new purple camisole; it clung to her body showing off her perfect figure. Her nipples peeking through the soft silky material, her tight ass looked perfect. She entered the living room and smiled at James, his mouth dropped open.
Laura straddled James, her large breasts at head height,
“Happy anniversary James” she murmured before her lips met his. They kissed passionately for a couple of minutes, his hands holding her firm ass. Laura broke the kiss and stood up; she winked at James and beckoned him to the bedroom. James felt the throbbing in his trousers as he followed her to the bedroom.
Once inside the bedroom Laura smiled towards James, her hands began to stroke the bulge in his pants, he gasped as she did wondering how he would control his excitement. Laura’s hands felt good on his cock he could feel his own climax approaching, he knew he couldn’t cum now not before the action had really started what a disappointment that would be. He reached into his pocket and pressed the watch, thankfully everything stopped. He went to the kitchen and got a glass of water giving him a chance to calm down.
James returned to the bedroom and got into the same position, with Laura on her knees stroking his hard cock, he started time again. Laura began to undo his pants stroking his hard cock wildly. Her big brown eyes gazed up at him as she let her hot tongue flick the tip of his cock. James moaned at the sensation of her soft hand combined with her warm moist tongue, on his stiff member. Laura began to take more of his cock into her mouth while her hand massaged his balls. Her soft red lips gliding along his hard shaft, her head bobbing faster as she greedily sucked his cock deeper into her mouth. With each stroke from her lips he could feel his own orgasm building again.
Instead of grabbing the watch, James chose to pull Laura to her feet and guided her onto the bed. He kissed her toned stomach, his hands slowly lifting her camisole as his mouth followed, her body tensed with each carefully planted kiss. He kissed her soft breasts nibbling gently as he did, Laura moaned quietly as his tongue licked over her large pink nipples.
James’ cock still throbbing as it brushed against the soft silky material of Laura’s knickers she began to grind against him forcing his cock to rub against her. Moaning more loudly as James’ cock rubbed against her clit. Laura reached down slipping her knickers to the side she guided his cock inside her. The warmth of her pussy felt wonderful around his cock he began moving in and out of her instinctively. As his thrusts increased in pace he knew it wouldn’t be long before he came, reaching for the watch he pressed the button mid moan Laura lay on the bed motionless. James withdrew from inside her pussy, he stood at the foot of the bed admiring Laura’s body, and legs parted showing her soft folds and her firm breasts sitting proudly on her chest, mouth wide open.
After a couple of minute’s recovery time James positioned himself back on top of Laura, her pussy still warm and moist. After a couple of thrusts into her ensuring his cock was hard again, he pressed the watch and continued to fuck her as she moaned to a tremendous orgasm. Still panting from her climax, Laura removed her knickers and positioned herself on top of James; she began to rock her pussy on his hard cock, grinding her clit against him. Her moans continued getting louder as James sucked on her hard nipples, Laura’s body tensed again as her orgasm rushed through her body.
Laura’s body trembled as James continued to fuck her,
“This is wonderful” she gasped as another orgasm built inside her. “I’d have brought the new underwear weeks ago if I knew it would have this effect!”
James knew he couldn’t put it off any longer; he needed to let his own climax happen. He needed to have his release; his thrusts became more frenzied as he felt his climax building, Laura’s lips locked against his as he groaned. His hard cock spurting deep inside Laura, the warm sensation pushed Laura to another almighty orgasm. They collapsed in each others arms, their warm sweaty bodies entangled as they both recovered.
Laura rolled onto her side facing James, her face covered by a huge grin.
“That was fantastic James” she gasped still regaining her composure from her final orgasm. James smiled at her and winking he whispered into her ear,
“Are you ready for round two?”
The End
A Corset Tease
A Corset Tease
by Mistress_Joli©
To the love of my life. “C, I love you so much. Enjoy having our fantasy in print. Happy Valentine’s Day!” Votre Fille.
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I sit lounging on the couch, watching you pick up the dishes from the party, toying with dressing in front of you or surprising you with what I have planned for the rest of the night. Surprising you wins out, and I get up slowly to walk towards you. You look up, your blue eyes smiling at me as you gather the wine glasses from tables and counters.
“Hey, baby, you all tired out?” You ask and brush a kiss on my cheek as you walk by. I catch a whiff of the cologne you wear, Obsession, and almost attack you. You wear it specifically for me as you call it your ‘fuck me juice’. Actually your friend calls it that, but the description fits perfectly. And you always know I will want you if you do wear it.
“Hmm, a little tired, but I’m not ready for bed yet. Do you mind getting a bit more of this picked up while I change into something more comfortable?” I ask.
“Not at all. Take your time, you deserve it after planning this whole thing.” You swat me on the behind as I scurry off, giggling. I pick up the cd remote and click on one of my favorite cds, Eric Benet. You look at me in surprise because I generally only put that one on when I had a purpose in mind. I just ignore you and saunter out of the room, swaying my hips, knowing you will watch and enjoy.
In our bedroom I lock the door then go and pull a large papered box from under the bed. It usually houses my socks and nylons, but I had cleaned it out the other day and added some other things. I pull out the corset, smoothing my hands along the black satin. Next the black feather boa, seamed stockings, black opera length gloves, and the lacy underwear. I set it all on the bed and hurriedly undress and take a quick shower to wash off the smell of the party.
I had already taken one earlier so this is an in and out. I dry myself off slowly, imagining you watching as the towel grazes my stomach and breasts. It sends a slow seductive smile to my lips that remains as I smooth on one of our favorite body oils of mine. Lavender and vanilla, sweet and seductive. It will send you reeling and I love the thought.
I head back into the bedroom and go to work on making you go mad. First thing on is the corset. It is black, accented with red stripes of satin that run vertically, enhancing the boning. It covers my breasts, and when I finally get the corset hooked together, it pushes them together making the cleavage nice and obvious. I pant as I get the last hook in place, the corset making my breathing shallow. I will have to watch it or I might pass out, oh but what it does to my body. All the little imperfections fade away as I look in the full length mirror and admire the way the corset nips in my waist so that my hips flare out so nicely. My breasts push up high and tight, the nipples barely concealed by the satin. I smile the seductive smile again and go back to dressing. Underwear next. A lacy thong that has a strand of pearls running underneath instead of more lace. When in place the pearls run along my slit and accentuate the shaved smoothness of my pussy. The stocking are slid slowly up my legs and attached to the garters on the corset that have little red roses and bows, looking delicate against the black. I stand again to make sure the seams are lined up right then step into the 4 inch black heels I had gotten last week. I teeter a bit on the heels, unaccustomed to being up that high. This will make me closer to your 5’ 11" and I revel in the thought.
I take my hair down from the silver clip I have worn all evening and I brush out the soft blond curls, fluffing them around my shoulders. I pick up a wide band of satin ribbon, black as well, and tie it around my neck, putting the bow in the back. I tug the gloves on, then with a quick application of dark red lipstick and the boa around my arms and I am set.
As I step back into the livingroom, I notice that you have lit some candles and placed them about the room. With the lights off, it gives a dimmed romantic feel to the room and my eyes search for you. There you are, sprawled on the couch, white shirt unbuttoned and open, shoes and socks off your feet, and the black, corduroy pants sitting low on your hips. But what is so amusing to me is you have dozed off. Your head is lying against the back of the couch, your glasses sliding down your nose and a very contented look about you. It was almost a shame to wake you, but it has to be done.
“Eddie?” I murmur as I glide towards you. I see you shift slightly at the sound of my voice, but you don’t stir. “Eddy, love?” Now I have you. Your eyes open slowly and when they register what I was wearing, they turn dark and seductive.
“Hmm, so that was what you were up to. Got plans, baby?” You stand up slowly and walk towards me, motioning for me to turn. I comply, slowly twirling and giving you an air kiss. I know you can see how tight the corset is, the pearls running up the cleft of my bottom, the long lines of the stockings. It sends a wave of heat up my body knowing you like what you see. You reach out and grab me around the waist and pull me closer. “You are being naughty, aren’t you?” You ask as you lean down to kiss me.
“Uh, uh, uh,” I admonish and push against your chest so you can’t reach my lips. “We are doing this my way, so behave.” I push you backwards until the backs of your knees hit the couch. “Down boy,” I tell you and push until you sit down and pull me over you. I straddle your hips but don’t sink down, teasing you these last moments. The boa is flung around your neck and I grab both ends to pull you closer, inch by breathless inch to my lips. Your eyes close, and your mouth opens slightly, breathing in my scent from the shower and body oil. Just as our lips are about to touch, I pull away and push you back, my hands running to your broad shoulders to push both the jacket and shirt from your shoulders. You slip your arms back and frantically rip both off and fling them away from your body. When I don’t move back in, you sigh your disappointment, but I soothe your senses with a kiss to your jaw, nipping once, then laving the spot with the tip of my tongue as you slide your hands slowly from my satin clad waist. Your hands elicit shivers down my body. I tremble and you grin wickedly as my head falls back and I let out a long drawn out sigh that is more of a moan.
I feel dizzy and disoriented when you lean forward and kiss my throat above the satin band, flicking your tongue out as you pull back. You lean back in for another taste, this time sucking the skin fiercely and leaving a red mark. I murmur my approval and you slide your hands down to cup my bottom and pull me down to you.
“Hmm,” I sigh as I settle down on you, enjoying the sensation of your cock pressed to me
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“Better?” you ask, knowing the answer, but wanting me to voice it.
“Yes,” I quiver, and you chuckle at my lack of control. You know I can never last being in command, I want you to dominate me, control me, tease me, send my senses reeling.
You have no problem being my master and you set yourself to the task of making me hum with pleasure. The first thing you divest me of is the boa. It gets tossed over your shoulder, then you pull one of my gloved hands to you mouth. White teeth grab hold of the fingertips and pull. Slowly dragging the satin off my fingers. I watch you, mesmerized, your eyes glittering with repressed passion, as you watch my breathing increase at each tug of the fabric. You get the glove off, the fingers hanging from you teeth before you fling it in the same direction of the boa.
You do the same to my other hand, and by the time you have this glove off, I am panting, my eyes glazing over, my head reeling. You slide your hands slowly from my bottom and glide your hands up to the back of my neck where you reach and grab a handful of hair. You pull my face to yours and you devour my mouth. Hard kisses, soft ones; drugging kisses that have me collapsing against you and sliding my hands around your waist. I hold you tightly as you slide you tongue into my mouth to explore. You taste the wine on my breath and savor the taste of me and the expensive Chianti you wouldn’t try tonight. I murmur low in my throat and try to climb into your skin.
I scoot closer to your body that radiates heat and makes me so feverish, rocking on you and making you gasp and pull back to breathe. Hmm, now it seems I have the upper hand. I rock again and you slap my butt lightly in warning.
“What?” I ask in a breathy whisper.
“Knock it off, baby. I won’t be able to control myself if you do that.” You growl at me and I laugh at the mock ferocity your voice is inflected with.
“Maybe I want you to lose control, darlin’,” I tell you in a sultry drawl.
“Yeah, well I don’t, so do as you are told.”
“As you wish, Master,” I purr.
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You growl and pull me back down to your mouth, and this time no holds are barred, you take my mouth with yours and all I can do is whimper my pleasure. Suddenly you grip me tightly and stand up so my body slides down yours. You pull your mouth from mine and reach down to scoop me up in your arms. You walk quickly to the bedroom which I have left lit with only candles as well, the swath of red fabric over the bed looking like a canopy. You lay me down gently and pull back to brush you lips along the edge the edge of the corset right where my breasts are straining for your touch. But you are in control now. You will pleasure me as slow as you want, teasing and tormenting me. My breathing increases with just that thought and you chuckle lightly.
In one swift move, you flip me over onto my stomach and I move to look back but you press me down. Your hands slowly take off the shoes, pressing a kiss to the ankle of each. I feel something warm running up the seam of the stockings and I think it is your finger, but then I feel both your hands sliding up my leg as well and I realize that it is your tongue tracing the lines. I shiver as you run all the way to the garter where you reach out and nip the skin above the stocking with your teeth. I moan lightly and you repeat the same caress up the length of my other leg. Only this time you end with your finger lifting the garter and letting it snap back down against my skin. I jump and squeak at the slight pain which you sooth with your tongue. You unsnap the garters, front and back and slowly slide the stockings down my legs, placing hot, openmouthed kisses along my thigh, down to my calf where you nip again.
By now, I am panting so hard and the corset’s tightness isn’t making anything any easier. You hear my tortured breathing and you relent a bit and reach up to untie a bit of the corset, relieving some of the pressure and making me sigh. You slide your hands up my legs again, and when you reach my bottom, I feel you run you mouth up the pearls, then back down to repeat the caress with your tongue. My body is humming with pleasure, but I am getting impatient for you to let me touch you.
“Lover?” I whisper and try to turn over, but you push your hand against my shoulder blades and I still can’t move. “Please.” I beg in an agonized whisper. I feel as if my body will burst into flames any second now, and your delicious mouth isn’t helping matters. I feel the vibration of your silent laugh against my bottom and I squirm a bit. “Wretch,” I mutter out and now you really laugh.
You slide up my body and push the hair away from my neck to press a kiss behind my ear. “Oh but you love this wretch,” you whisper in the shell of my ear. Your teeth grab a hold of the ribbon around my neck and you give a tug, untying the bow. You slide it off and toss it on the floor. Then flip me back over so you can now play with my front.
Your eyes have darkened, as I’m sure mine have with the tension floating about and I reach up to cup your cheek and jaw. Your eyes close and you lean into the caress sighing with pleasure. I smile slightly as my hand is shaking from the arousal crashing through me. I pull your head down to mine and kiss you gently, the motion at war with the passion racing through our blood. But it slowly calms us and our breathing slows down to a steady even rhythm. Your hands slide to my waist and we enjoy each others mouths, the warmth, comforting and familiar.
I find myself smiling against your mouth as I trail my hand up your back sending a barely perceptible shiver up your spine. I pull back from you and smile into you slightly glazed eyes. “Well, big guy, shall we continue?” I ask then reach up to nip your chin before taking off your glasses and setting them on the table beside the bed.
“As you wish, baby,” you murmur and kiss me with a drugging touch. My mind leaves my body and all that is left to do is feel. I feel the slight pop of the hooks being slowly released down the front of the corset.
“Much better,” I whisper as I finally can breathe. Corsets are nice. But just for those few moments right before they are taken off.
I am now in just the lacy panties, and I squirm a bit as I feel you gaze running intently up my body. I want you to look at me, but I still find myself embarrassed when you do. I think of all the imperfections and flaws, and I still fluster profusely from being shy for so many years. Having a man look at my nude form is disconcerting in it’s own way and I always end up averting my gaze while you look your fill, turning a very reddish, pink from my mind working against me.
You reach your hand out to cup my cheek and turn it back to your gaze. You smile gently, knowing I am this way, flattered that I trust you with my body and fears. “You don’t need to hide from me, and you certainly don’t need to be embarrassed when I look at you. You are lovely and desirable as any woman could be.”
I thrill at your words and pull your head down to kiss me. You smile as you comply, knowing I am using the kiss as a way to keep my body from your eyes. Hey, a girl’s got to do what a girl’s got to do. I know that it won’t be long before my modesty won’t matter as I will want you too much to worry about such silly, little things.
Your kiss turns smoldering, and I feel the flash of heat and fire run through my veins and body. I never want you to stop, but you pull back and send your mouth on a route down my neck to my shoulder bone where you lave the skin before kissing it then continuing on. I sigh softly, wishing you would linger in some spots even though it drives me crazy. I love when you nuzzle my throat and where my hair meets my neck. You know all of this, but you like to tease and torment me. Which you are doing now with your soft nibbles and kisses on my ribs and the area around my breasts. Oh, it is like the sweetest pain, followed by exquisite pleasure. I murmur my pleasure and you look up to smile at me.
“You’re liking this, aren’t you?” You ask. I take my time to answer and you lightly bite the underside of my breast. I arch my back and gasp. You repeat the question, a warning in your voice to not toy with you.
“Yes,” I finally moan, to which you reward with your mouth coming down to envelop the dusky, pink crest of my right breast. You suck and flick with your tongue, the pleasure almost too much to handle. You pull back and softly blow on the tip, causing it to tighten even more. I reach my hands up to your head to pull you down to the other tip begging for attention, but you have other ideas.
Your hand reaches up to cup my left breast, pushing it up so the peak is mere inches from your luscious mouth. I beg you to take me into your mouth, but you just reach out with the tip of your tongue and lightly, almost so that I can’t feel it, touch the pearled tip. I watch in utter fascination as you flick your tongue back and forth, barely brushing the skin. Your eyes watch my face as you play with me, and when I finally capture your gaze with mine, I can’t look away at the desire I see burning in your eyes. You grin at me then nip the tip, the pain making me gasp which turns to another moan as you relent and finally engulf the whole nipple.
Oh, I can’t think. Your mouth is so hot on me and I feel like I shall burst into flames at any moment. I grip your head, holding you to me as you continue your delicious torture, your mouth so sinful with it’s games. I lift my right leg to drape up and over your hip as I try to pull you closer to me. I want your weight on me and I tug to get your attention. You comply and slowly lower your body to mine.
Mmm, pure heaven. You press me warmly into the covers, your body’s heat taking away the slight chill of the room. You continue you delicious torture on my breasts, alternating between them, never staying in one spot long. It makes me squirm and writhe under you, as I grip your shoulders, hanging on for dear life. And the main act hasn’t even begun. You drive me to insanity. But it is sweet, delicious, wonderful, insanity. I want you to stop, but I want you to go on forever, with your teasing. I am conflicted as it is so wonderful, yet so horribly painful too. I can’t think, so I allow my mind and body to relax and just enjoy you.
You feel my surrender finally, the slight slump of my body deeper into the bed, the slowed breathing, the wordless sigh I let out, and you smile.
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You slowly begin kissing your way down my body to the place that controls all my thoughts. A flick of your tongue in my navel, a nibble along the side of my belly, a breath of air blown across the lace of the thong. I arch my back up and you press a kiss to my left hip. You run your mouth down the lace to where the pearls are, brushing the beads with your open mouth. I feel each breath of air that blows across me, and I shiver uncontrollably. You reach out with your right index finger and slowly trace the pearls from the top to where they disappear. I reach down to grab your head, but you pull my hands away and quickly get up to get the black ribbon you threw on the floor. You come back and you grab my wrists, wrapping the ribbon around them, then you tie my hands to the slatted headboard.
“That’s not fair,” I wail at you.
You just look at me, a glittering look in your eyes as you run them down my naked length. “So, I want to enjoy you just how I want without you pushing me to go faster. Trust me. You will enjoy this.” You grin wickedly when I snarl at you. “Oh now that is not nice. You do want me to continue, don’t you?” You ask me in a domineering tone, but I don’t answer, I just glare and pout. You laugh and start unbuckling your belt. You slide the leather out of the loops and drop the strap to the floor. Slowly you unbutton the shiny button, taking your time, looking like you will never get on with it. A rasp of the zipper and you push the material off you hips. I gasp softly for you rare wearing the wine red, satin boxers I got you for your birthday a few months ago. I love how they make you look. Very sexy and yummy are the only terms that I can ever think of when I see you in them.
“Didn’t know I was in these, did you?” You ask, knowing I love them. I shake my head wordlessly as I run my eyes up and down taking in your aroused state. But obviously you are not in any hurry as you come back down to lay beside me, your head on my hip.
You drag the palm of your hand over my mound and I arch up into your caress. It feels so wonderful, but it is not enough. What I need, you won’t give me. I need you in me, taking me, making me yours.
You brush your hand back and forth across the lace, pearls, and the soft downy puff of golden hair I have left at the top of my mound. I wriggle my hips in the hope you will get the hint, and thankfully you do. You drag your index finger down the pearls, dipping in and just brushing. You pull your finger back out, admiring the shining tip. You smile and bring your finger to your mouth where you lick of the juice before returning you finger back to my glistening folds to drag your finger up and down along the pearls.
A whimper leaves my mouth at your very wicked form of torture, but you keep it up, your pace slowing to drag out the pleasure. I writhe and tug at the bonds holding me, tossing my head back and forth, breaths leaving my mouth with harsh pants. I know you are enjoying this, but it makes me crazy. How you contain yourself always amazes me. Your control is staggering, and I can’t help but envy you. Of course, I’m not touching you, so it is a different matter altogether. If this was reversed, I’m sure you would feel the way I do, ready to tear the ribbon to shreds. And you probably could too, which is another thing that isn’t fair.
Your finger dips down further, and you finally slide your finger into me. I clench my thighs around your wrist and hand, and you chuckle as you press your finger back and forth in me. Slowly you slide another finger to join your other one, and I cry out with pure unadulterated pleasure. You bring your mouth down to my mound and brush your lips across the hair and pearls, warm puffs of you breath tickling and arousing me at the same time. I shiver uncontrollably as you move you mouth down further. I know what is coming next, so I slowly relax my legs and you drag you hand back. You wedge your shoulders in between my thighs, and I can’t help but hold you with them as you reach out and grip the pearls in your teeth. The sight is so utterly erotic, I watch fascinated and amazed that I am still able to maintain some semblance of sanity.
I watch as you drop the pearls and slide your tongue out to run it along the beads then across my skin.
“Please,” I beg, a tortured tone to my voice. You heed my plea and flatten your tongue against my folds then drag it up in one warm, delicious lap, the pressure pushing the pearls into my skin an rubbing against my clit. I cry out at the sensation and you repeat the caress.
Suddenly you pull yourself up and out of my legs to grip the lace on my hips and drag them down and off my body. Practically tearing them in your haste. Hmm, it now seems that your control is waning. It’s about time, I think to myself. Maybe you will give in and untie me so that I can pleasure you.
I am shocked when you do. You actually reach up and tug on one of the ribbon ends, ending my bondage. The minute my hands are free, I sit up and tackle you, my arms going around your neck, my mouth coming down on yours. I can’t help it, I want to taste you so badly now, that I fear I will devour you. Your mouth has the lingering taste of me on it and I send my tongue deep into your mouth to tangle with yours as we duel back and forth. I straddle your hips again, and as you lean forward to deepen the kiss, I wrap my legs around you, not letting you go. It dawns on me that you are still in your boxers, and to be able to get to the main act, they will have to come off. But your mouth has now taken control again. I am swept wordlessly to an alternate plane of existence, the pleasure building again as your hands grip and knead my bottom. It feels so good. I arch my back, expressing my hunger for you and you must get the idea because you push me away and frantically strip off the red satin. You haul me back to your heated skin as you roll on your back, taking me with you. I am now slumped over your chest, my legs astride you hips. Mmm, I like this. This is what I want, and I know you do as well. I lean forward and kiss your mouth, then begin my fun by traversing your skin. It is now my time to make you suffer.
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But where to begin. Your body holds so much delight for my hands and mouth I barely can contain my excitement at having you at my mercy. Okay, well maybe not that bad as I will not be able to last that long. I know I am not far from being yours. But I will hold out for as long as I can, and hopefully you will be able to hold out as well.
First I kiss your chin, moving my mouth slowly, softly towards your right ear. I take nibbles out of your jaw line. Mmm, it tastes so good. You taste so good. I want to eat you up. The scent of your cologne, the soap you wash with, and what actually makes you, you. Your sweat. It is slightly musky, but it has a salty smell to it. And it is salty; I taste it as I drag my tongue along your neck. Oh, it is so good. I will never grow tired of you and your taste and smell. I wish I could bottle it and have it always with me so that when I grew lonely, I could open the bottle and be instantly transported to your side.
I kiss your neck and drag my mouth down to your chest. Mmm, now I like this area. I love running my hands up and down your skin, brushing your nipples and watching them harden, just for me. I run my hands up and down, caressing and kneading, watching you murmur your pleasure and arch your back. Your hands upon my waist and bottom are gentle and caressing, but I know if I push you to hard too fast, you will leave bruises in my skin. But I don’t mind as a part of me wants to be branded yours. So all the world knows the I belong to you and you to me.
I slowly run my mouth down your skin to your left nipple. A quick nip and a lap from my tongue and I feel you rise between my legs. I hum against your skin, as I am more than ready for you to take me, but you let me continue. I shuffle down your body, my lips trailing across you skin as I do. I brush my mouth back and forth in the line of hair from your navel to groin, loving the texture on my lips. Obviously you enjoy it as well as you arch your hips up to me as I pull away. I brush my lips again, for I find that I can’t torture you as you do me. I am too much in a hurry to tease you.
Mmm, I am finally to the part of your body that is begging for my touch. I look up at you, your eyes glazed over, and I grin. “Shall I continue?” I ask you, a wicked glint in my eyes.
“Baby, if you don’t get your sweet lips on my cock, I might have to kill you.” You grind this out through clenched teeth and you push my shoulders down closer to your body. I lick my lips as I move nearer to your raging arousal. I press a close mouthed kiss to the tip then brush my lips back and forth. Mmm, your smell is amazing; so intoxicating, utterly delicious. I look up at you as I reach out and touch you with just the tip of my tongue. You gasp and groan as I run the flat of my tongue across the head of your cock, then drag it down to the base where I press little kisses. You are shifting restlessly and I know you only have a little bit of time before you have had enough.
I come back up and take you fully in my mouth in one quick movement, your groan loud and agonizing. I suck you just once before you grip my shoulders and pull me up over your body so that I am straddling you hips again. You grip my hips and pull me down, your arousal brushing my dripping petals. In one steady thrust you enter me, our loud groans renting the air. I collapse on you and you roll me over so that you are now cradled within my thighs. I can’t help the desire to wrap my legs tightly around your body, and as I do, we both sigh our pleasure. It is too perfect, too wonderful. You fill me so full, and as you just hold yourself steady without moving, I reach up and nip your bottom lip, sucking on it until you reach down and engulf my mouth in yours.
As you kiss me, you rock your hips gently, your forearms resting on either side of my head, your thumbs brushing my chin and jaw. I whimper and moan against your assault, but you keep the pace slow and steady, taking the control away from me, and making me want to plead and beg you. But with my mouth at your mercy, all I can do is grip your sides with my hands, each thrust of your body making me squeeze your skin.
Your kisses lighten until you are just sipping my lips. You slowly start nipping your way across my face, down my jaw to my neck where you suck and lave the skin.
“Please, baby. Move faster,” I sob into your shoulder. I bite down on your skin and your body jumps, giving me the hard thrust I am begging for. I cry out with pleasure and you finally get the hint and begin thrusting more firmly and steadily.
My breath comes out in gasps, and you are rumbling against my neck. I am so close, and I have the feeling you are as well. I squeeze my sheath tightly around you and you growl close to my ear.
“Baby, I won’t be able to control myself if you do that again,” you grind out. I clench my body again and you kiss me fiercely and thrust harder and faster into me.
I cry out again, and toss my head back against the pillows. I watch you run your eyes down my skin to where we are joined, and I blush profusely. You laugh harshly and bring your hand down to brush my clit as you give me one hard thrust.
I come instantly, and in mere moments, you follow, a loud groan leaving your lips. You crush me to your body as you keep thrusting, my body milking your spurts of silky, creamy cum. Our breaths come out in tortured gasps and I feel as if I shall pass out at any moment. Your body is slumped into mine and I relish the weight of you holding me down. I lean up slightly and lick the sweat off your shoulder as you heave into my neck.
“Mmm,” I moan as you pull your body back and away from mine to withdraw from my body. You fall onto your back and pull me up close so that I can rest my head on your chest. I still can hear your heart racing, and you are still panting. I smile and stretch against you, feeling like the cat that got the cream. I reach up and rest the palm of my left hand on your chest and I stroke it up and down, sighing softly.
“Happy?” you ask, your voice drowsy. I smile into your skin knowing it will be mere minutes before you are asleep.
“Quite,” I murmur back. Your hand strokes down my back and I reach down to pull the covers up and over our body as in time, the air will chill our sweat slicked bodies. I smile lightly as I hear your breathing slow and I know you are fast asleep. I snuggle closer and allow my mind and body to drift off. In just seconds I have joined you.
The End
Picking Up My Hot Wife in a Bar
My wife and I have been married for 18 wonderful years. Like many couples we have had our ups and downs but through it all we have always been faithful. Missy was a virgin when we met and has grown a lot sexually throughout our marriage. Now that our kids our grown we have been experimenting and trying to invigorate our sex life.
We’ve tried new positions, lingerie, toys and even talked about including another man or woman to play with. This evening we decided to try something new, role playing. It’s a scenario I’m sure you’ve heard of before. My lovely wife and I were both going to dress up for a night out on the town. She would go out to the bar and I would come later and pretend to pick her up. We had never tried anything like this before but it was worth a try.
It’s hard to explain but that evening we were both very nervous. Even though I was going to a bar to pickup my wife it still seemed taboo somehow. Almost like we were both going out to cheat on each other with someone else. This must be the excitement we had read about in all of those books. We agreed on a location and decided it would be best if we didn’t see each other throughout the day to increase the anticipation. So I gathered my clothes and headed over to a buddies house for the day.
Missy was supposed to arrive at the bar around 7:30 and I was would arrive about 15 minutes later. The idea is simple, we see each other across the bar and I buy her a drink. I then approach and we have small talk. Eventually I ask her back to my hotel room and we leave together. We are then off for a one night stand with each other.
I arrived at the bar a couple of minutes early. I was eager to get the evening started. I approached the bar and ordered a jack and coke. I scanned the bar to see if Missy had already arrived. The bar was busy but not packed. Upon first look I didn’t see her. Then I realized that the hot thing in the blue dress was Missy. My wife is shy and normally dresses very conservative. Tonight she was dressed in a low cut, high on the thigh blue number that was incredibly hot. She looked sexy as hell.
I watched her from a distance for a couple of moments. I was just about to send a drink her way when I noticed she was talking to the man next to her. He was quite tall and distinguished. He wore a very nice suit and appeared to be in his late 40’s to early 50’s. I sat there watching for awhile, waiting for Missy to look this way. She didn’t. She kept talking to him. She was obviously enjoying her conversation because she was laughing a lot and I could tell she was flirting with him. She would lightly touch his arm and one time even brushed her hand along his chest. I was in a trance. What should I do? Should I walk over there and take my wife home, sit back and see what happens.
I watch them talk for quite awhile. I was sure that at any moment Missy would look my way and realize she had forgotten about me. After a few more minutes he gets up and heads to the bathroom. I decide enough is enough and approach Missy.
“What is going on? Did you even realize I was here? Who is this guy?” I asked.
“His name is Steve. He’s an investment banker in town closing a deal. I’m sorry baby. This is the first time in my life that another man has been interested in me this way. We got married so young that I missed out on this part of my life. It was just fun to flirt and talk to him. When he comes back I’ll say goodbye and well go home.” she says.
“No. Your right. You haven’t had this experience. Besides, I’m the one who gets to take you home tonight. I’ll sit at the end of the bar and you have your flirting. When your done we’ll go home.” I tell her.
I watched the two of them for about 30 minutes. They laughed, talked, touched and he even gave her a little kiss on the cheek. Then I watched as they both got up and settled in a small booth toward the back of the bar. I have to admit, my curiosity was beginning to get the better of me. Missy and Steve sat close together and appeared to be quite cozy with each other. It was difficult to see what was going on with the people walking around and the dim lights of the bar.
It was weird sitting there, knowing that my wife was getting flirty and frisky with another man. It was driving me crazy. I didn’t know what to do. I had a sinking feeling in my stomach. I know I was jealous. Admittedly though, I was a little turned on by the idea that another man wanted my wife. I just had to know what was going on though. So I called Missy’s cell phone to see if I could find out what they were up to.
“Hello.”
“Hey babe. What are you two doing?” I asked her.
“Oh, I’m just out with a friend right now. Were just talking and having a couple of drinks. I’ll be home in a little bit and I’ll talk to you then. Ok?” she said.
“Are you saying you want me to go home? You want me to go home so you can be with this guy?” I was floored.
“Well its nothing like that. I will talk to you soon. I’m going to talk to my friend a little longer then I’ll be home.” she said.
“Ok. If you need anything call me. Call me when you leave.” I told her.
I went home and paced around the house. Ever minute seemed like an hour. I kept looking at my phone making sure I didn’t miss her call, making sure it was working properly. The wait was driving me crazy. Several times I wanted to call her or go back to the bar and bring her home. I had to trust her though. Finally, an hour and 20 minutes later, the phone rang.
“Are you ok?” I asked.
“Yeah. Everything is fine. I’ll be home in about 10 minutes.” she said.
“Tell me what happened?”
“I’ll tell you everything when I get home.”
When Missy walked through the door a sense of deep relief washed over me. I was intently happy just to see her home and safe. Her face was flushed and her hair messed up and she had a look of complete desire in her eyes. I figured her and Steve must have made out and fooled around a little.
Missy came up to me and immediately embraced me. I can’t recall the last time she grabbed me like that. Our mouths found each other and our tongues intertwined. Her hands began to roam until she was groping my ass. This was so unlike her. She is normally the passive one but right now she was taking control. She began pulling my clothes off and pulling me into the bedroom. Whatever her and Steve had talked about clearly had her turned on.
We quickly got undressed and fell into bed. Frantically our hands explored each others bodies. My dick was about as hard as it has ever been. I laid on my side rubbing her huge tits while her hand massaged my cock. “So, what has gotten you so horny tonight?” I asked as if I didn’t know. “What happened between you and Steve?” I’ll never forget what she said:
“I got to the bar a little early and ordered a drink. A few minutes later the bartender brought me another drink. I figured it was from you and told the bartender to ask the guy to join me. When Steve came up next to me I was shocked. I didn’t expect it. He introduced himself and sat down to talk to me. We talked for a while and I realized he was flirting with me. It was exciting. I had never had another man flirt with me and come on to me so openly before. I liked the idea that he found me attractive. I have to admit that I was flirting with him to. He was very attractive and had a very smooth persona. He had lightly brushed against me a couple of times and had even kissed me on the cheek once. When you called me in the booth he was telling me how hot he thought I was and everything he wanted to do to me. I wasn’t going to do anything with him. It was just a turn on to have him talk to me that way.”
Then Missy grabbed my hand and put it down on her clit. My hand began massaging her clit and I could tell she was completely turned on. While I rolled her clit between my fingers her hand began stroking my cock faster. She continued her story:
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“Our flirting really started getting hot and heavy. Steve was rubbing my thighs and would occasionally graze my breasts. I got lost in the moment. I couldn’t stop myself. My hand worked its way down and began rubbing his cock through his pants. He was huge. I had never felt a cock so large. I unzipped his pants and pulled him free. He was incredibly long and fat. I don’t know why but I just had to feel that cock. While we sat there he put his hand up my dress and began fingering my dripping wet pussy. I just wanted to fuck him right there.”
I was in shock but I couldn’t believe how turned on I was. I wanted to hear more but I also wanted to bang my wife with complete abandon. While she continued her story she moved my hand down her pussy. I slipped a finger inside of her and could feel how hot and wet she was. Somehow it felt different though. Then I realized it. I was fingering my wife while the cum of a stranger dripped out of her. She continued:
“Steve and I went out to his SUV and began to fool around. Soon he had me laying back and had my panties down around my ankles. I’m sorry baby but I just couldn’t help myself. It felt so wicked. His hand rubbed my pussy and occasionally he dipped a finger deep inside of me. Baby, his hands were all over me. Rubbing my ass, fingering my pussy and grabbing my tits. He was ravishing me and all I wanted to do is feel that large dick. Still laying in the truck Steve pulled off his pants and let his prick spring free. My pussy was so wet. All I wanted to do was fuck that monster until I collapsed. He climbed back in, turning and straddling my head. Like an animal starving for food, I reached out and engulfed his cock with my mouth. I could barely take him inside. My mouth was stretched wide and I swallowed as much as I could. I could only take about 5 inches. I stroked his cock while sucking him in and out of me. I couldn’t believe it but he was actually getting larger. I could feel him grow in my mouth.
He then moved down and began to lick my clit. I was so excited that within a couple of minutes I was cumming hard. I didn’t stop sucking his dick though. I wanted to enjoy it as much as possible. My moans and cries resonated over the sounds of his dick fucking my mouth. I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to have him inside me.
Steve held his cock in his hand and pushed the head against my pussy. I was so wet. He rocked it back and forth but it didn’t seem like my cunt was going to be able to take it in. Then with a stiff push, he plunged that huge cock head into me. It hurt but it also felt so good. I felt every single inch as he pushed deeper and deeper into me. I didn’t think he would fit all the way inside me. My pussy was stretched so much. I have never felt so full before. It is an incredible feeling. I went crazy with the feeling of his huge meat. I felt like a slut and just wanted him to fuck me and use me. I had never felt this way before. This guy didn’t love me. He may not have even really liked me. He just wanted to fuck me. He just wanted my pussy for the night. It was primal. I still love you honey. It wasn’t about that. I just had to have this experience. I thought he would split me open. I began to cum almost immediately. With each additional thrust I felt my orgasm spike harder and harder. He fucked me hard and fast.
Every time he pulled out he would stop for a second. Then with a forceful grunt he would slam back into me. My pussy hurt a little from this huge cock but it felt so right. With each thrust I could feel his balls slap hard against my ass. I was continually cumming. My orgasm was making my head spin and my body go flush with excitement. I could barely control myself. I felt him so deep. Deeper then anything I had ever thought possible. Then he moved my legs up against my chest and thrust as hard as he could. I thought I would pass out. His dick was so hot. I began to twitch and jerk around in complete satisfaction. Then Steve began to cum deep into me. It felt like floods of cum gushing inside me. There was so much cum that I immediately felt it leaking out of me.
We both composed ourselves and with a kiss and an exchange of phone numbers we went our separate ways. My legs were wobbly and I didn’t know if I could make it to the car. My pussy was well fucked and my panties soaked with his cum and my juices. Baby, I love you, but I just had to try it.”
I was stunned. I just laid there with a shocked look on my face. I was completely unaware when Missy pushed me onto my back and straddled me. I came around when I felt her hot wet pussy envelope my dick. She lowered herself down on me and told me how much she loved me. “Baby, I want to cum with you.” she said. She controlled everything. Rocking up and down my shaft. I lost myself inside of her and began meeting each downward motion with an upward thrust of my hips. In only a couple of minutes she began to cry out. I love to here her cum. It is so hot to me. With each convulsion of her orgasm her pussy clamped down on my tool. Then as quickly as this all started It ended. I cam deep into her, mingling my spunk with that of her other lovers.
Missy collapsed on my chest and said, “you seemed to really enjoy what happened. If you liked that then wait until next weekend when Steve comes over and you both take turns fucking me.”
The End