0 comments/ 204696 views/ 55 favorites R's First Adventure By: jambeaux I came home from a late night at the office to find R sitting up in bed as if she had been reading. As I leaned to kiss her full lips, she whispered in a husky tone, "Hurry up and come to bed." With that, she bent forward to pull her sleeping shirt over her head, revealing her pert breasts with taut nipples. I could see she wasn't wearing panties. I whistled appreciatively, and she gave me a coy smile that said, "I'm ready for you." I ran my fingers lightly over her thighs, and her legs parted slightly. Kneeling by the bed, I lowered my cheek to brush her neatly trimmed triangle of pubic hair, then darted my tongue between her pussy lips. Man, she was hot and wet. My tongue slowly lapped the entire length of her juicy slit, then dipped deep into her cunt and came up hard against her clit. R moaned, then whispered again, "Hurry and get in bed." Giving her clit one last hard thrust from my tongue, I stood and made my way to the lavatory to quickly brush my teeth. I threw off my clothes as I approached the bed, my cock rock-hard and ready. But first, I returned to R's creamy pussy, lapping up her juices and steadily tonguing her clit. R opened her legs wider, her passion mounting as I savored the taste of her dripping cunt and lifted her swelling clit with stroke after stroke. Suddenly, she panted, " I need your cock right now. I'm ready to cum." I hated to break away from the oral action _ I love the explosive feeling I get when my woman's pussy cascades under my mouth, quivering, and then collapsing in waves of ecstasy beneath my lips. But R's wish is my command, and, besides, my cock was beginning to feel left out of the equation. I moved over R as her legs widened and her hips rose up to receive me. I centered my cock at the entrance to her cunt, then pushed into her as deeply as I could thrust. She was hot... her skin was warm, and her breasts were swollen. I cupped one with one hand and wrapped my other arm around her shoulders to pull my body higher against her cunt. I stroked in and out, trying to maintain control against the passion that R had ignited in me. As my cock maintained a steady pace, I could sense that R was nearing her climax, and I bore down harder, grinding against her mound. R reacted with a low moan that grew in intensity until she finally peaked with a sharp intake of breath and a throbbing release of tension to the core of her sexual being. "Oh, oh, oh, oh," she mouthed as the shock waves of a massive orgasm flooded over her. I held on for the ride, grateful for the release that would allow me to savor a long, teasing fuck. When her breathing slowed somewhat, and as I moved slowly in and out of her even wetter pussy, I came out with the question that had been in the back of my mind since I had walked into the room: What had gotten her so hot while I was gone? Somewhat sheepishly, R replied that she had been reading a men's magazine I had left in a nightstand drawer by the bed. R doesn't mind my reading such magazines, although she's commented on several occasions that I probably wish I had one of the babes in the pictorials instead of her. I always manage to talk myself out of those situations somehow. "Did you see something sexy?" I asked. "There was this one story that kind of turned me on," she allowed. At my urging, and with me picking up the pace of fucking her luscious cunt, R proceeded to tell me the details of the (probably fictitious} letter. It seems this young couple were talking about extra-marital sex, and the guy said he'd like to see his wife flirt with other men to see how he would react. The next time they went out, they ended up at a bar they'd never visited before. They noticed a lot of unattached guys, and the husband suggested they separate and see what developed. In no time at all, the woman was the object of attention from a number of guys who bought her drinks and led her to the dance floor. Pretty soon, the guys were getting serious with their advances. As the guy watched his wife responding encouragingly to the suggestive dance moves, hands stroking her shapely ass, stolen kisses and touching under the table, his cock grew harder than he'd ever experienced. Instead of feeling pangs of jealousy, he felt a tremendous desire for his wife as he sat mesmerized by the scene unfolding before him. As the night progressed, she sat at a table with three men about her age. Soon, one of them drew close to her and began whispering in her ear. She reacted to his whispered suggestion at first with a look of shock, but after several seconds she gave him a sly smile and a kiss on the lips. Then they got up and went outside. The husband took all of this in, finding himself shocked when his wife walked out with one of the three. He quickly followed them outside, arriving in the parking lot in time to see them crawling into the guy's car and lock arms in a passionate embrace. Withdrawing to the safety of his own car, the husband stared intently at the vehicle in the dim light outside the bar. Soon, the couple dropped out of his line of sight; evidently they were lying on the back seat. The poor husband watched in agony for about 15 minutes, but could discern only hints of motion inside the other car. Finally, the woman and her back-seat lover raised up for a minute, then exited the vehicle and walked back inside. Drained, and wondering what had transpired, the husband was about to walk back inside when the bar's door opened and his wife appeared with another guy in the threesome. The husband waited for a few minutes until they were settled in No. 2's car, then casually strolled past it on his way back to the bar. Casting a furtive look inside as he passed the car, he received the shock of his life: his very sexy wife of five years was giving the other guy a blowjob as he lay on the rear seat. Hubby didn't risk a second look, but he knew from experience that Lover No. 2 was having the time of his life. While straight fucking was his wife's primary passion, she was very skilled at sucking a man to orgasm. His cock now ached at the thought of what he was missing, but he hurried inside and ordered a drink to steady his nerves. Almost halfway through the drink, he saw his wife come back inside and give her other new friends a sheepish grin. She slid in close to the guy who appeared to be next in line and snuggled up to whisper in his ear. He smiled and shook his head in reply, then leaned down and gave her a deep kiss, undoubtedly getting a taste of his friend's cum in the process. She threw down the rest of her drink, and after looking in her husband's direction for the first time in more than an hour, took No. 3 by the hand and led him toward the door. The husband stewed some more, until finally his wife returned with her guy -- both of them with flushed looks on their faces. When the woman left the three guys to go to the restroom, her husband met her as she came out, asking her how she planned to extricate herself from their clutches. "You're next," she said, suggesting that he call a cab and she'd follow him home after she made some excuses to the men. The couple met up again shortly after that and capped the night with a hot, lusty romp and much talk about their adventure. I was hearing this story as I slowly pumped my cock into R's creamy, hot cunt, and, in no time, she worked me into my own blasting climax. When I recovered a bit, I stated the obvious: something about the story touched a hot button in R's psyche. She agreed, but said she couldn't decide whether it was the theme of sex with random strangers or a woman having sex with other guys in front of her husband. I think the latter theme was the bigger turn-on for me, and I half-jokingly asked R on a subsequent night -- as we slowly fucked -- if she would like one day to act out the story with me. "Maybe," she said. "Think you could handle it?" I honestly didn't know, but the thought was intriguing. As the days passed, we kept returning to the concept of a wife flirting in front of her husband. Finally, I screwed up the courage to tell R that we could give it a try. As I outlined my plan, I half expected her to get angry for me trying to force her to break our bonds of fidelity. But, she didn't, and seemed to be weighing the idea in her mind. I told her she wouldn't have to go all the way with anyone, and said we could come up with a "script" to follow that would leave her a way out of a sticky situation. "We'll see," she finally said, and left it at that. Certainly, her brush with the magazine story put a momentary spark in our lovemaking. Every time one of us brought it up, it doubled our ardor. Eventually, as the weekend approached, R whispered during one of our post-coital tender moments, "When are we going to try your plan?" "Saturday night," I replied, as a jolt ran through me and brought my damp cock back to life. When the day arrived, R dressed in tight, low-cut jeans, boots, a clingy V-neck pullover blouse that was short enough to show her sexy, flat stomach, belly button and lower back when she raised her arms or bent over. A western-style vest completed her outfit. We agreed she'd leave her wedding ring at home. I had picked a bar in the next town over from ours. It was a little rough for my taste, but I thought it would be perfect for our experiment. We traveled in separate cars, and she agreed to let me go in first. She was to wait 10 minutes before entering. If I came out before then, it was a signal that I had spotted someone who knew both of us and the deal was off. Likewise, when I thought she perhaps was nearing the point of no return with a strange guy, her cue to break it off would be me leaving the bar. As we left our house, she stopped to give me a lingering, wet kiss and assured me that we were going to enjoy this and fuck our brains out when we returned home. We pulled into the bar's parking lot as the light of day faded. Inside, I didn't see a soul I knew, so I ordered a beer and began to nurse it. Soon, R appeared through the entrance, looking very hot and desirable. She almost stopped the conversation in the bar, or so it seemed, as she made her way through the tables to a corner of the horseshoe-shaped bar opposite my perch. She ordered one of those girly drinks she favors and was reaching in her vest pocket for some money when this tall, dark-haired guy appeared from nowhere and slapped a bill on the bar to pay for her drink. R immediately brightened; one, because I suppose she was gratified to draw a man's attention so quickly and, two, he was attractive in a bad-boy sort of way. I pegged him as an auto mechanic with a leader-of-the-pack charisma. Turns out, I was pretty well dead-on. As R and the guy -- I later learned his name was Danny -- talked, with her smile and fluttering eyelashes lighting his fire, I sat across the way with a raging hard-on. R didn't withdraw as Danny drew closer to her, but she kept flashing glances at me to see how I was standing up. I tried to maintain a poker face, but I probably looked like a pile of jelly as my bride slowly started warming up to her pick-up. My cock literally ached when they got up to dance, with R clinging to the guy. Toward the end of the song, he let one hand slide down to her tight ass, and she shifted her body to get even closer to him. They went back to the bar to finish their drinks, and he drew his face close to hers to engage in a conversation that no one else could hear. I could only imagine what they were saying, but I guessed he was trying to figure out what she was about and how he could get her undressed. About 20 minutes later, he stood up and led her to a front corner of the room, where some guys were playing pool. They evidently knew him, as they appeared to be joking with him and obviously questioning him about his "date." I could see them nodding to her as he introduced her. While he shot pool with the guys, she held his beer, occasionally taking a swig of it for herself. She looked at me now and then, and, although my dick was throbbing and my head was asking if I had not made a big mistake, I gave no outward sign of worry. Soon, he was claiming hugs from R when he made a good shot, and she was deeply engrossed in her flirtation with Mr. Danger. When he bought a pack of cigarettes, she tucked the pack inside her V-neck into her bra to hold it for him while he smoked and stroked his cue stick. R told me later she was so wet at that point she was afraid a damp spot would appear on her denim at the crotch. An exaggeration, no doubt, but it indicated his appeal to her sense of sexual adventure. After several games and nearly two hours in the bar, I couldn't stand it any longer, and I made my way to the door the next time she looked my way. I waited in my car in breathless anticipation until the door finally opened and R came out with Danny trailing her. Catching her arm before she could get away, he engaged her in an animated conversation for several minutes. I could see her shaking her head and trying to get away, but he persisted. Finally -- with my heart thumping -- he led her to a large pickup truck almost directly in front of my car, climbed into the passenger seat and pulled her in with him. Before the door closed, I could see from the interior light that she was sitting on his lap, facing him. "What the hell is going on?" I thought, but there was nothing to do but wait for events to unfold, since she obviously wasn't physically coerced into getting into the truck with him. I couldn't see much in the truck's darkened interior, but by their relative positions, I had to assume they were at least kissing and fondling each other. As I watched, I idly ran my thumb over my hard, aching cock through the fabric of my pants. I needed some relief, no doubt about it. After a lifetime, the truck's interior light came on, and I saw a lot of movement inside, followed in a few minutes by R climbing out of the car and him following her. They embraced for a minute, then they engaged in a long, deep kiss. He watched as she hurried to her car and waited until she started the engine before he walked back inside. I threw my car into gear and hurried to keep the taillights of her car in sight. She was waiting for me in the living room when I got home, with her arms wide open and beckoning and a smile playing across her lips. Right away, I noticed a rather large, elongated damp spot on her blouse and another small round spot near the zipper of her jeans. "What's that?" I blurted. "He shot cum on me," she said matter-of-factly. "I'll tell you about it later. Right now, I need your cock." Leading her into the bedroom, I lifted her blouse and pulled it over her head, closely eying and sniffing the colorless stain on the fabric. Her bra was undone and her breasts were swollen and her nipples pointed like bullets. Her skin was hot to the touch. I unsnapped and unzipped her jeans, watching as she wriggled her hips out of the tight denim while her breasts swayed seductively. Her panties fell to the floor atop the jeans as I moved her to the bed. R sank down on the mattress and spread her legs, inviting me to fuck her. I obliged as soon as most of my clothing joined the heap at the foot of the bed. The head of my cock part the lips of her damp pussy with practiced ease, and I penetrated her steaming cunt to the hilt of my shaft. "Oh god," she moaned, arching her back and lifting her hips to receive me. Her state of arousal was off the scale, and she fucked me with abandon. I matched each of her thrusts with the hard, driving force of my legs and groin, pulling almost out of her wetness before slamming my hardness back into the depths of her pussy. As she ascended ever higher in her pursuit of sexual bliss, R shifted gears slightly and locked her legs around mine to hold me tightly to her body. I began a series of subtle movements in her cunt as I pressed my pelvic bone against hers and brought the most pressure I could bear on her swollen clit. "Oh yes! Oh yes!" she repeated, over and over, as she climbed toward the peak of orgasm. Suddenly I felt it: the throbbing and spasms radiating from her clit as she came hard against my cock. There is no better feeling of mastery that a man can experience than pushing a woman's orgasm to a climax. With her pussy still throbbing and clutching my cock, I surrendered control and shot into her with my own mind-blowing release. After we caught our breath and untangled our arms and legs, R filled in the blanks about her adventure. When she saw me leaving, she waited a minute or two, then began making her own move to leave. Danny, naturally, was disappointed, and he kept pressuring her to wait a little longer. She told him she needed to get home to relieve her babysitter. He followed her out the door, however, and coaxed her into climbing into the passenger side of his truck. With him sitting on the seat and her sitting as far back as she could on his thighs, they started kissing. His tongue quickly darted into her open mouth. His hands soon moved under her blouse to her bra, which he unsnapped to give him access to her succulent breasts. R said she responded with equal ardor, losing control for a few minutes until he began pressing her to take off her jeans. "I wasn't about to do that in that parking lot with people coming and going. I was in a jam. I didn't know how to get away without looking like a cheap cock-teaser, but I couldn't fuck in those jeans and I wasn't taking them off in public," she said. R said she unzipped his pants and reached into his drawers to free his cock instead. It was big and hard, just as she knew it would be. She thought she could get away if she could get him to cum, so she backed up as far as she could and put her mouth over the head, tasting the salty precum oozing from the tip. But she couldn't keep up her sucking because her back was killing her in the position she was in. Stretching out along the front seat was out, too, because of a console between the driver's and passenger's seats that didn't fold up. Desperate, she moved up again and began kissing him deeply, begging him to squeeze her breasts, and stroking his cock with an up-and-down motion. To help him reach an orgasm, she was all over him while keeping a steady beat on his throbbing pole. Between kisses, she told him how good he made her feel, how big his cock felt in her hand, how good he tasted and how hot he was making her feel. I suspect she was not exaggerating very much. When he erupted, the first shot caught R by surprise, as the hot, sticky spurt hit her blouse. But as he moaned his release, she caught the rest of his cum in her hands. Signaling her predicament with a chuckle, she was glad to see him produce a large handkerchief from his back pocket. Wiping her hands on the cloth, she slid back and bent over his hardness again, licking the head and the slit at the tip clean of his emission and feeling for all the world like a sexually liberated woman. As they rearranged clothing and prepared to go their separate ways, he gave her a business card and asked if they could meet again. R, now totally off script, only replied, "Maybe," and declined to reveal her last name or give him her phone number. "Call me," he pleaded as they broke their kiss outside the truck. *** Although the nagging thought that I may have put our marriage in jeopardy popped into my mind over and over again -- R and I had remained faithful to each other through our four years together -- acting out the fantasy put a spark into our lovemaking. We went at it several times the following day, Sunday, without our passion cooling. Moments after the alarm sounded Monday morning, R -- who had to rise first to get to work on time -- reached over to stroke my cock and coax me into a morning romp. R's First Adventure Later, my cock drained again, we talked as she got dressed. "Are you going to call him? I asked as nonchalantly as I could. "I don't know, but I don't think so," she answered, slipping into her dress and putting on hose. Monday and Tuesday passed without her calling him, but the tension may have been building as we replayed the Saturday night action while fucking hard and long morning and night. When I asked her again on Wednesday, she said, "Maybe," and let it go at that. I didn't push the issue, but I was curious as to what she was thinking. That evening, the subject didn't come up until we were in bed and I had peeled off her panties to slide my tongue over per pussy lips in an exploratory move. She drew up her legs and opened them to give me room to maneuver. "Well, I called him," she suddenly announced. "And?" I replied, pausing between strokes of my tongue at the entrance to her love canal. "He's married," she said, sounding as if she thought he may not have been. "What did you expect?" I asked, continuing to lick at her clit. "I don't know. I thought maybe he wasn't, since he was in the bar without a woman. I guess she was home taking care of the kids. Poor girl..." she continued. The irony of a married woman helping a guy cheat on his wife and feeling sorry for his wife apparently escaped her, as R opened up a little more about the call. "He tried to get my name and phone number, but all I told him was my first name, except that I used my middle name," she chuckled. "So, you're Virginia to him. What else?" I asked, still tonguing her pussy and pulling on the lips with my mouth. "He wants to see me again." "What did you say?" I asked as a pang of jealousy washed over me. "I told him I'd think about it," R said as she spread her legs wider, causing the lips of her pussy to open beneath my tongue and a flood of hot pussy crème to come to my waiting mouth. Pausing for a split second, I popped the obvious question: "Do you want to see him?" R only moaned and motioned with her pelvic thrusts and hands pushing against her hips for me to continue what I was doing. "Do you?" I muttered as I concentrated on her clit and slipped two fingers into her steaming hole. Her moaning was the only reply, and her shallow breathing revealed how close she was to orgasm. Doubling my tongue's pressure on her mound, I felt her clit swell until I felt it would burst, then in the blink of an eye flatten and almost disappear. The moment of release was near, and I concentrated on continuing the pressure and steady motions as my tongue glided from her hot, sticky tunnel to her heaving clitoral area. "I' m m m m m cc uu mm mm ii nn gg," she groaned as her bud swelled and throbbed into a shattering orgasm. I rolled over, my hard cock sticking up in anticipation, and massaged R's breasts as she recovered from her flight to ecstasy. When she finally relaxed, she took my cock in hand and stroked it absent-mindedly. "What can I do for you?" she whispered. "How about a half-and-half?" I replied. "What do you want first?" she asked, rolling on to her stomach and looking me in the eye. I reached under her hip to touch her wet pussy, and she gave a little snort as she moved over me, positioned my cock at the entrance to her cunt and pushed down around it. "I should have known," she said, acknowledging that I wanted to fuck her to the point of no return and then cum into her hungry mouth. What could I say? I'm selfish myself, now and then. When R had my cock deeply pushed into her cunt, she sat upright on my thighs and began alternating up and down and forward and backward movements. Her oscillations to and fro were especially intense, as her heaving hips thrust her pussy lips and clit hard against my groin, bringing her pleasure and me to near oblivion. Soon I was at the point of no return, and I gasped for R to take me in her mouth. She quickly obliged, rolling over and spinning around to suck my throbbing cock into her hot little mouth. The sudden switch to a new source of pleasure momentarily pulled me back from the brink, but R's tongue and sucking motions soon had me there again. When it came, the release washed over my face, and then the burst of passion came from my twitching cock as I filled her face with milky cum. R held my emissions in her mouth as she sucked me dry, then sat upright, threw her head back and swallowed all my cream in one motion. She left me moaning with pleasure as she took her place beside me on the bed. +++ While I didn't push her about her new friend, I knew she was interested. She didn't call him Thursday, but she reported Friday night that she had given in and phoned him that afternoon. She said she had a feeling that the woman who answered the phone at his business was his wife -- by the way she acted when R asked for him -- and she felt a little cheap at playing out a sexual fantasy at the woman's expense. "What did he say?" I managed to say over the sinking feeling at the pit of my stomach. "He wants to see me tomorrow. He told me I'm beautiful and sexy... and he wants to make love to me." "Kind of direct, isn't he?" "Well, no. We talked for a long time, and he didn't get serious for a while," she explained. "What did you say to him?" She paused and exhaled softly, trying to be nonchalant. "I might have said he has a big cock..." "My own cock stirred to almost a full erection at her admission. "Nothing shy about you, is there?" I laughed. "Well, we hardly know each other, but aren't exactly strangers either," she reminded me. "So what's it going to be?" I asked. "He wants to meet at that bar again about 7 Saturday night. He says his wife is going to a baby shower or something, and we could get together for awhile. "We've both had other lovers before we got together, but I haven't cheated on you, and I don't think you've cheated on me since we've been a couple. I don't want to ruin our marriage, but since we started this little game, we've been hot and heavy at each other," she continued. "I'm not interested in a long-term affair. I don't even want him to know who I am or where I live. But I think a one-night stand would keep me from looking like a cock teaser and give us something to talk about on cold, rainy nights when we want to start a fire," R said rather huskily. Despite what I was hearing -- that my wife wanted to fuck another man -- my cock was throbbing with desire, and I rolled atop her to quench my fire in her molten pussy. As I stroked her cunt with my rod, R continued with her ideas for fulfilling the ultimate climax of our shared fantasy. She said I should go in first and check out the bar for familiar faces, then watch from the corner as she flirted with him. If they left the place, which they undoubtedly would, I should follow as best as I could, if only to see where he was taking her. To end the tryst on a positive note, she planned to tell him that she had been separated from her husband but had decided to go back to him. But before she did that, she wanted to experience one little fling. "What do you say?" she asked as I shot my load into her pussy, almost by way of replying. "You can say no, and I'll understand. I love you, and I don't want you to lose faith in me. It's just that we've awakened something deep inside me," she said. I realized then that R had put a lot of thought into getting to this moment, and I was forced to admit that it was I who had initiated the "script" after being turned on by her reaction to a magazine piece. Also, I had to admit I'd had more sexual pleasure in the past week than I'd ever had in my life, and I figured that if letting her go the final distance would maintain that ardor, then it was worth the risk. She was asking for an open marriage, or at least a half-open marriage. How far she wanted to go was the question, but I figured we could take it a step at a time, or perhaps stop at any time. "I'm game if you will still love me and fuck me whenever you get home that night," I finally answered. "It might even be the next morning, but I'll save some for you," she promised. ++++ We were on pins and needles all day Saturday, trying not to talk about it but certainly thinking about what might transpire that night. R put on her sexy white bikini in mid-afternoon and sashayed outside to work on her tan in the privacy of our backyard pool. As I walked past the patio door now and then, the sight of her sunning on the deck excited me beyond description. She arranged the fabric of her suit to expose as much flesh as possible, and for awhile she abandoned the top completely to add a little color to the small triangles of untanned skin on her breasts. She came back inside after about an hour and stretched out on the bed, still wearing the bikini, which was damp in spots with perspiration. I took advantage of the moment to move between her legs and begin darting my tongue under the thin strip of material at her crotch. Her skin was hot to the touch from her sunbathing, and the salt on her skin stimulated me to begin tonguing her pussy in earnest. R signaled her own desire by spreading her legs wider and sitting up briefly to unhook her bikini bra, which she left loosely covering her succulent breasts. I pulled her bikini bottoms down until she could pull one leg free, and then she spread her legs again to let me resume tonguing her dripping slit. As rapidly as her pussy became wet with desire, R reached an orgasm that betrayed her passionate frame of mind. After I lapped her juices for a few more minutes, I rolled over with my stiff cock jutting up. R noticed my condition and grasped my tool with one hand. "Let me take care of you, now," she whispered. She reached into a nightstand drawer and pulled out a condom, broke open the package, positioned the tip on the head of my cock, then slowly rolled it down the length. A pang of jealousy hit me -- I realized she was using the condom to keep my jism from lingering in her pussy. She wanted her cunt fresh and clean for her lover tonight. The feeling soon passed, however, as R mounted me and began lifting me to my own climax with her practiced moves with her hips and pelvic area. Soon I exploded and filled her latex tube. After two more hours of rest and small talk, R slipped into the shower to get ready for her date. She fixed her hair and makeup, and then threw her robe aside to get dressed. She picked out black string bikini panties (my favorite), a thin black bra that molded her breasts perfectly, a half-slip, thigh-high stockings and clingy blue dress with a flowing skirt. She looked good, fantastic even. I pulled into the bar's parking lot just ahead of R and hurried inside, a lump in my throat and another rising in my jeans. R sat in her car but waved at me as I went inside. There he was, sitting off to himself in a corner. I went to the opposite corner of the bar, where I could scan the crowd, but I didn't see anyone who would know either of us and accidentally interfere with our plot. Ten minutes ticked by -- an awful long wait -- and then the door opened and R stepped inside. He immediately brightened and rushed over to meet her, giving her a hug and leading her to his table. They sat talking as they waited for their drinks to arrive, and soon the conversation seemed to intensify. His hands were holding hers on top of the table, and she responded by rubbing her foot against his leg and ankle. I sat there with a raging hard-on as R continued to talk to him, ignoring me. I bummed a cigarette from the woman -- good looking woman, at that -- behind the bar, and she kind of half-flirted with me by lighting the cigarette in her lips and handing it to me. The act was sexy because the filter tip had her lipstick and saliva on it when I put it in my mouth, but the casual intimacy of her gesture nearly went straight past me, so engrossed was I in R's interaction with her date. A DJ off to the side started playing a slow, belly-rubbing song, and a few couples got up to dance on the small floor in a spot where the light was not as bright. R and her guy got up and joined the couples swaying and moving slowly to the song. Before the music ended, they were in a tight embrace, grinding their hips against each other while his big hands gripped her ass cheeks. As he walked back to the table after whispering something in her ear, I could see the bulge in his pants. They sat down and quickly downed their drinks, then headed for the door with him holding her hand and guiding her to the exit. A few people glanced up as they swept past; some of them probably knew that he was about to make a conquest while his wife was out of the picture. R told me later that was the hardest part of an otherwise exciting adventure, thinking about the other woman. I downed the last of my beer and hit the door about 45 seconds after they went outside. He was cranking up as I walked to my car, and I watched them kissing in the cab of his truck. I stayed far enough behind them to avoid raising suspicion but close enough to follow him into the city and see him signal for a turn into a large shopping mall. "Good grief," I thought. "He's not going to take her to a motel?" Evidently not, because he drove into one of the mall's large parking lots and parked in an out-of-the-way spot. While I searched for a good vantage point, I saw him get out of the truck and get back in on the passenger's side. R told me later she was disappointed when he told her where they were going, but she didn't say anything. She thought for a minute about volunteering to pay for a motel room, but she decided against it. Besides, disappointment gave way to lust, and she quickly got so excited about the possibility of fucking and making out with him -- with me watching at a distance -- that she got over her initial feelings. R moved to let him slide into the seat, then straddled his legs and began kissing him immediately. She teased him with her tongue and moaned as his hands squeezed her breasts. Still kissing her, he began slowly unbuttoning her blouse. "Hurry," she thought as his fingers worked their way to the bottom of the blouse. When he reached in and lifted her skimpy bra to cup her breasts with his big hands, she squealed with delight. "Wait a sec," she told him, then reached between his hands to pop the front hook of her bra. The cups fell away, leaving him unfettered access to her succulent globes. He rolled her nipples under his thumbs, pulled at them and squeezed them until she cried out in pleasure. Now and then she lifted slightly to bring her breasts to his mouth, and she tore at his belt and zipper. Soon she had his cock out of his underwear, and she began caressing it with her hands while leaning forward to kiss his mouth. "Will you fuck me?" she whispered as her passion mounted. "I want you," he gasped, slipping his hands under her skirt. She stood slightly and urged him to pull her panties down, but he needed no encouragement. He hooked his thumbs under the string waistband and slid them past her knees. R wiggled one leg free and whispered for him to slide down in the seat. R had told me earlier that his cock was not longer than mine, but it appeared to be larger in circumference. But she was surprised even more at its girth when she positioned the head inside the entrance to her pussy and settled down in his lap. The bulbous tip parted her entrance, slick with her juices, but then she found herself having to maneuver her hips to accommodate the thickness of his shaft. When she finally settled in, she whimpered at the incredible feeling of being stuffed with his organ. A few preliminary moves on her part made her realize he was hitting her G-spot like no one ever had before. "Oh, oh, oh," she muttered as she found her stride and began to withdraw most of his cock from her tunnel, only to slide back again with all the force she could muster. The feeling was sublime as he stretched the confines of her dripping cunt and drove a wedge into her inner being. R soon found a way to effortlessly move her hips in sort of a belly dance on his lap that caused her to wince with pleasure each time she lifted and brought his cock back home. She knew she would soon reach an orgasm of huge proportions and she lost all sense of time and place. Meanwhile, her lover also was gasping with pleasure as R's pussy worked its magic on him. R felt her breasts bouncing whenever he let go of them with his hands or mouth, but his attention to her mounds and nipples was electric. R tried to savor and separate in her mind the intense feelings radiating from each point of pleasure, but in a few minutes they all blended together in a climax that flooded her body with relief. She moaned and heaved, sucked in her breath and gasped from a burst of passion that bordered on pain. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming," she managed to breathe as the intense orgasm reached its peak. He groaned in reply, and fearing he was about to blow his wad, R slackened her pace to a gentle undulation of her hips. "Don't cum yet," she whispered as she let the waves of pleasure cleanse her spirit. "I need more of this." R relaxed on his lap and turned her attention to enjoying some more face time with her lover, whose hard dick was yearning for release. After swapping deep, probing kisses, R leaned back to let him take on her breasts with his mouth. One way to get her hot, or keep her hot, is to pay close attention to her nipples. As long as you can keep them taut, you're her man. As she sat still and leaned back to enjoy the sucking sensation on her breasts, she felt him left her with his legs, trying to coax her back to fucking his cock. R understood his need, and, although she enjoyed the sensations radiating from her breasts, she began to stir again, getting back to the rhythm of rising and sliding back down on his monster. In a few minutes, she realized she probably could ride him to another orgasm. Seizing the initiative, R decided to go for broke and fuck him nonstop to see who could come first. Humping his cock with back and forth movements, she grabbed him by the shoulder to give herself leverage to buck his pole in and out. Gradually, she neared orgasm without breaking her rhythm, and she shut her eyes and gritted her teeth to maintain the pace. R's climax arrived as he gave out a grunt and moaned, "I'm cumming! Oh yeah." "Shoot it in me Give me your cum," she answered, feeling his spunk flowing out of her cunt and soaking the crack of her ass. Leaning back, she felt him twitch inside her, emptying the rest of his load deep in her thirsty pussy. R hiked her skirt higher and pulled up from his still hard cock. She clasped her legs together as she felt his sperm running between her legs. "God, he filled me up," she thought. She wriggled her way to kneel on the floorboard and guided his slippery cock, still quite hard, into her mouth, licking her juices and his milky emissions as she cleaned him. She thought the combined fluids had an exotic taste, and she sucked hard for a moment to empty him. When at last his cock began to soften, R withdrew and let him pull up his shorts and jeans. As he got out of the truck to return to the driver's seat, R slipped her legs into her tiny black panties and pulled them tight against her crotch. The fabric, which had been dampened by her cunt's earlier excitement, immediately became drenched with her lover's wetness. (The next day, as R picked up the clothing scattered about our bedroom, she noticed the dried semen on her panties and made a point to show it to me. Rather than wash them, she put the panties in a box where she saved keepsakes of various events.) R's First Adventure I followed them back to the bar and watched them exchange good-night kisses, then raced home to anxiously await R's arrival. She seemed somewhat distracted as I greeted her with a tight embrace and a warm kiss, but she was not totally aloof, either. "How was it?" I asked as I unbuttoned her blouse and her skirt, finding her bra hanging open and her panties obviously soaked. "It was OK," she replied, not revealing her true feelings at the moment. (She would fill me in on the details and her excitement over the tryst in subsequent pillow talks or while we were enjoying our own lovemaking. Every time she described the action, I reacted with my own excitement.) After I stripped, I approached her as she lay on the bed, and she instinctively parted her legs to receive me. I peeled back her panties, revealing pussy lips that were reddened and swollen slightly. Dried semen was visible on her legs and around mound, and a glistening pool was evident at the entrance to her cunt and inside the folds of her pussy lips. Now, I had tasted my own cum in R's pussy many times during extended lovemaking sessions, but I never thought I would be in a position to taste another man's cum in my wife. I had to do it, though, so I licked tentatively at her opening and then plunged by tongue deep to spoon a large amount of his cream into my mouth. Whereas R's juices are always warm, I found his to be cooler inside her cunt, almost as to signify that it was a foreign substance in her body. The taste wasn't objectionable, and I lapped up as much as I could and rolled it around in my mouth before swallowing. I was enthralled, for some reason, but R snapped me back to reality with a husky whisper. "If you put your cock in me now, I think I will cum," she said. As I moved in to oblige her, I felt how hot she was, both in the depths of her wide-open, slick cunt and on the surface of her body. We kissed as I stroked her with my shaft. She wasn't kidding; a few pumps from my rod had her moaning in the throes of a long, long orgasm. I guessed that she was reliving the action earlier in the evening, though, and I didn't feel overly pleased with myself for bringing her over the brink. But suddenly I realized that my own need was great, and I began fucking her hard. Still feeling the effects of her climax, she nevertheless fucked back with equal abandon as I slammed my balls against her sticky crotch. I needed one little shove to push me over the edge, so I asked her, "Did he make you cum?" "Yes, very quickly and then again later," she moaned as my balls started filling her with another load of cream. "Oh my gosh," I groaned as I empted into her and collapsed on her damp, hot body. Later, she thanked me for handling the situation without jealousy and promised me she would always love me. I mumbled something in reply, satisfied that we had pulled off the ultimate of fantasies but wondering in the back of my mind if R had not entered a zone from which she could never return.