4 comments/ 23767 views/ 2 favorites A Memorable Night By: vrosej10 Margaret sat uncomfortably aroused and lonely in the crowded cinema foyer. She felt much older than her fifty or so years. She was trying to balance a drink and popcorn on her lap when she noticed them; Margaret wanted them immediately. The woman was tiny with wavy, brunette hair and a face that was painfully pretty. She was wearing very low cut jeans. Pubic hair should have been visible. Did she have a Brazilian? The man was handsome and knew it and the bulge in his pants was huge. The couple talked but the man carefully avoided looking at his date. It was obvious to Margaret that he was being unfaithful to this woman and despite the hypocrisy, he seemed possessive of her. She seemed oblivious to his infidelity but insecure also. He's Mr Jealousy and she's Miss Easily Deceived Margaret decided. It was clear to her that they had sex recently. Perhaps right before they came out. She pictured their naked bodies twining ... With his swaggering self confidence, Mr Jealousy reminded Margaret of her first boyfriend, Scott. Margaret was a late bloomer and was eighteen before she even noticed guys. Scott was a jock and thick as a brick — everywhere. That was his single redeeming feature. He couldn't hold down a conversation that did not revolve around sport, but there were better uses for his tongue. They broke up after Margaret found him circle-jerking with his football teammates. She couldn't look him in the eye after that. Just then, a group of giggling young women came in. She didn't mind they way they looked either but they appeared a little overconfident for her tastes. She liked them mousey, like her first girlfriend, Amy. Amy's breasts were perfect; small, upward pointing with delicious strawberry nipples. She squirmed as her wetness increased at the thought of them. They met when Margaret was in uni. Amy was an ineffectual, timid librarian who couldn't come without pain. Whenever Margaret went down on her, she insisted on being bitten on the labia; if Margaret drew blood, all the better. This wasn't something she enjoyed and Amy knew it. Amy eventually left her for a dominatrix named Carla who had an eye tattooed in the middle of her chest. For a moment Margaret missed the smell of Amy's skin. A group of labourers, still looking grubby from work, were buying tickets. Bill. That thought smarted. Bill was a road worker and a self-taught gentleman scholar. He was also Margaret's one true love and her perfect fit. He enjoyed nothing more than to get drunk and pontificate on literature in the pub. He was a chronic know-it-all, but after these sessions, Bill would drag Margaret home for base, animalistic sex. His body was fabulous from hard work and his chest hair was inch deep and like a pillow to rest your head upon. Sex with him was like being hit by a storm front and Margaret would come like a lightning bolt every time. Bill was also her great personal tragedy. One night she attended a late tutorial and he went out drinking alone. On his way home Bill was hit by a car. The song Born to Be Alive was playing on the radio when the policewoman told Margaret he had been killed. That was January 20rd 1980 and Margaret had thought her life was over. No one followed Bill for three very long years. Familiar grief washed over her at his memory. This only exacerbated her loneliness — and her libido. There was a pregnant woman standing in line, shifting from foot to foot. Something about her made Margaret recall the last time she saw Consuela Hernandez-Jones. Consuela was the other woman in a hot little three-in-a-bed arrangement Margaret enjoyed in her late twenties. Mr and Mrs Damien Hernandez-Jones were yuppies. Consuela liked both sides of the fence and Damien liked the idea of fucking another woman for free. Consuela had the most divine pussy and such a talented tongue that Margaret didn't care that Damien sucked in bed. They had a merry little understanding for almost five years till the Hernandez-Jones' decided they wanted to settle down and have kids. 'A threesome is too weird for baby-making sex.' Consuela had told her as the couple broke up with Margaret. She was deeply in love with Consuela by that time and took it badly. One day, months later, she saw a heavily pregnant Consuela in the street. Margaret was so distressed by the sight that she packed up and moved 1000km away so she would never have to see Consuela again. By this time, people were queuing up, waiting to be let into the cinema. Margaret took her place in the vague line. Mr Jealousy and Miss Easily Deceived stood to the left of Margaret and a little ahead. Mr Jealousy positioned himself right behind his date with his arms around her waist. Margaret was almost touching them and they both smelt fabulous. She pictured Miss Easily Deceived naked, bent over, Mr Jealousy's hands stroking her back, thrusting himself into that pert arse. Margaret's arousal was agonising by that point. She wanted to go on watching them, but then the line finally moved. Surprisingly nearly all the people were queuing go into another theatre. Mr Jealousy and Miss Easily Deceived sat a couple of rows in front of Margaret. When the lights went out, she watched the woman's head go down into Mr Jealousy's lap. Margaret thought of the last time she went down on a man in a movie; it was with Robert. Robert was a solicitor, an amateur painter and the owner of the most perfect cock Margaret had ever seen. She adored the damn thing so much that she let him persuade her into a blow job during Dirty Dancing. It was their third date and the usher caught them. Robert was also thirty years her senior but she didn't care. Each time they kissed, Margaret was forgot where she was for a moment. It was surprising then that the sex was so mediocre, but she loved Robert, so she forgave him that flaw. They were married on January 23rd 1989. It was the day Salvador Dali died they found out later. Strangely Robert thought that it was a good omen and until he started to forget where he was and to have wild mood swings, they were as happy a couple as could be imagined. Eventually the doctor decided Robert had Alzheimer's. Today was the sixth anniversary of the day Robert had gone into the nursing home for the last time. Remembering his parting pleas made Margaret feel like she was going to be sucked inside a hole in her chest. But then Mr Jealousy's soft groan caught her attention and she could see he was thrusting into Miss Easily Deceived's face. Margaret looked around. Realising that no one could see her, she slipped her hand into her panties and began stroking. Mr Jealousy was obviously heading toward climax and so was she. Margaret heard Miss Easily Deceived gag a little and then she sat up, wiping cum off her lips. As her moment came and went too, silent tears rolled down Margaret's face ... A Memorable Night Jessica and Michelle have been friends since high school. Now in their late 20's, they had been through many things together. However, neither had ever considered what they would go through together on this night. Michelle had been dating her boyfriend for almost 2 years, and things weren't going well. It was a relationship that probably should have already ended, but for whatever reason hadn't as of yet. They got into a heated argument on a Friday afternoon, and Michelle decided that she needed to get out of the house for the night. She called Jessica to see what she was doing. "Nothing" was the basic answer. Michelle explained they had been fighting and wanted to come over and get drunk. Jessica thought this sounded like a great idea, so Michelle packed up some booze and headed for Jessicas house. The drinking began upon arrival, and before long both were laughing and having a good time, forgetting about the troubles of earlier in the day. After a couple of hours (and several margaritas each) Jessicas phone rang and it was another friend of hers named Amy. Amy invited Jessica over to an impromptu party that had started at her house one street over. She explained there were several people there and everyone was having fun. Jessica told Amy that Michelle was over and they were already drowning the days sorrows in Tequila. Amy said to bring Michelle as well, and to bring bathing suits because the hot tub was going strong. Jessica asked Michelle if she wanted to go, and Michelle agreed. They grabbed booze and bathing suits, and walked to Amys house. Amys party was a good one. There was over 20 people there, and everyone was having a good time. The booze flowed freely, and most everyone was beyond drunk. Around 9:00, a guy named John took an interest in Michelle. He began trying to talk to her with usual chit chat, but Michelle cared very little about men that evening. The fight with her boyfriend was still fresh in her mind. The more John tried to talk to her, the more irritated she became with him. "Jess, this guy keeps hitting on me, and I'm not really in the mood" she said to her friend. Jessica replied "You want me to run blocker for you? I wouldn't mind it a bit because I think he's fucking hot anyway. You can do what you want and I'll do him!" Michell laughed. "You would do that for me?" "Yeah, I'll take one for the team to protect you from the evils of the hot guy. I wouldn't do this for just anyone, but I will for you because I love ya." Both got a good laugh out of this and agreed that Jessica would run blocker for Michelle against John for the rest of the evening. Michelle felt better knowing Jess had her back and knocked back some more drinks. Jess kept drinking as well, so both were getting very drunk. Every time John tried to move in and talk to Michelle, Jess slipped in and took over the conversation. At some point during the night, Jess had slipped off somewhere and John saw his chance to talk to Michelle alone. She was sitting on the couch by herself. John came and sat next to her. He said "I've been wanting to talk to you all night, but haven't really had the chance". Not sure what to say, and very drunk, Michelle searched for words. "I , uuhh, I've just been hanging..." Before she could finish her half constructed sentence, John leaned over and kissed her. It wasn't a regular kiss. It was a hard, deep passionate kiss. Something in Michelle instantly melted at this kiss. It had been a long time since she'd been kissed like this. She instantly knew that she liked it, and she missed it. She let out a very small moan and began to kiss back. John began to kiss her harder and lightly but firmly pulled her hair. Michelle had never had her hair pulled like that before, and it set off something she didn't expect. She REALLY liked it. It made her instantly hot and wanting more. All of the passion missing in her relationship with her boyfriend seemed suddenly to erupt inside of her. Within those few seconds, she already saw the possibilities of what could be that night. On cue, Jess came walked up and interrupted the moment. "There you are" she said. "I've been looking all over for you." Michelle snapped back to reality and quickly got up and walked away as Jess started talking to John. Michelle was confused by what had just happened. She felt things she didn't expect, was drunk and wasn't sure what to do about it. She stumbled to the kitchen to make herself another drink. She got her drink and was downing it fast while talking to some other people. As she stood there talking, she saw Jess leading John by the hand out to the hot tub. Michelle felt a twinge of something in her stomach. Jealousy? Curiosity? Alcohol? A combination of them all? She wasn't sure what it was, but it was an uneasy feeling. After a few minutes of contemplating these feelings, she decided to go out to the hot tub to see what was happening. Jess and John were the only ones in the hot tub, or even in the back yard. Everyone else was either inside, or had begun to go home. Jess and John were sitting together in the hot tub, and Michelle sat down across from them. Jess had a confused look on her face, she wasn't sure what was happening. After a few seconds of silence, Michelle said "John, you should kiss her like you kissed me. That was a really good kiss. She needs to feel it too." John grinned and looked at Jess for approval. She grinned back and he knew it was okay. He kissed her as passionately as he had kissed Michelle, and it affected Jess in the same way. Jess immediately moaned and returned the kiss. Things quickly began to spiral out of control. Hands began to explore, bodies began to move. Then Jess maneuvered on top of John and began to grind on him. Really turned on by this display, Michelle wasn't sure what to do. She felt like an intruder on a private moment, but was it really private? They were in the hot tub in full view of anyone that happened to be there. Then the little devil that lives deep inside of each of us was suddenly turned loose in Michelle. For reasons she couldn't explain, she slipped over next to John and Jess. She leaned in and kissed them while they were kissing each other. Then she said softly into Johns ear "You should take her inside. She told me earlier that she wants to fuck you tonight. Looks to me like she still wants to". With that prompting, John took Jess by the hand and led her to the back bedroom and closed the door. Michelle was suddenly alone again, but with a belly full of strange feelings she didn't know what to do with. Passion, lust, and wanting were all raging inside her, but she had sent her potential outlet off with Jess. Michelle staggered back to the kitchen and mixed herself another drink. There were still a few people left at the party, but not many. She stayed in the kitchen talking with some of them, but always thinking about Jess and John in the back room. Had she done a bad thing? Would her friend be mad at her in the morning? Many questions ran through her mind, and many feelings still ran rampant inside of her. Michelle didn't know how much time had passed, when she saw John walk towards the bathroom. She needed to go check on Jess. The bedroom door was closed, so she lightly knocked on it. She heard a moan in response and opened the door. "Jess, it's me. Just checking to see if you're ok". "mmmmm, that was soooo good" was the response she got from Jess. Michelle walked in and sat on the edge of the bed to talk to her friend. Jess was obviously still very drunk, but hadn't lost her senses. "That was awesome. I haven't had sex like that in a long time." Said Jess "Well honey, I'm glad you had a good time." replied Michelle. Jess muttered a few more words, then rolled over and quit talking. Michelle knew she had passed out. Michelle covered her up and sat in the quiet for a moment. Those few moments of quiet allowed Michelle to think about the entire evening. How drunk she was, the things that had happened with John, the feelings she felt, the fact that her friend had just had fantastic sex that she had set up. As she was laying there thinking about all of this, John slipped back in the room. He kind of startled Michelle, but not too badly. He looked at Jess and said "Is she okay?" "Yeah, she's fine. Just out like a light. I think she had a really good night." Michelle chuckled. Michelle stood up to leave the room, but as she stood, she was met with a kiss from John. It was the same passionate, deep kiss that he had given earlier, and it got the same response from Michelle as it had earlier: She instantly melted. When John felt that she liked it, he pulled her hair again during the kiss and the dam of passion within Michelle broke open. Passion and lust came flooding out of her in a way that hadn't happened in years. At that moment, nothing else in the world mattered except for the raw passions coming out of her. Any last thoughts of resistance immediately faded away. The fact that Jess was passed out on the bed right beside them was irrelevant. John sensed that she wanted this to happen, and kept going. While they were still standing, John spun Michelle around and began to nibble on her neck and ears while still pulling her hair. "I've been wanting you all night" he whispered in her ear. A moan was the only response she could muster. This all felt too good and there didn't seem to be any words that would be appropriate to what she was feeling. As he was stood behind her, she felt his erection pressing into her ass, and she began to press back against it. They were soon into a full grinding motion. Pressing against each other, each feeling the others arousal. Michelle couldn't take it anymore. She stopped grinding, stood up straight, but didn't turn back towards John. She simply slipped the straps of her bathing suit, lowered it, stepped out of it, then bent over the bed. John quietly slid his trunks to the floor and took position behind her. He slowly rubbed his cock along her slit. She was very wet, wanting and ready. His cock easily slid into her pussy. As he entered her, she let out the loudest moan yet. He slowly started stroking her. Long, slow deep strokes getting as deep inside of her as he could with each stroke. He felt her orgasm quickly start to build, but he didn't change his pace. She began to moan and buck, but he stayed with the slow deep thrusts. This drove her crazy. She wanted more, harder faster, but he wasn't co operating. She unknowingly reached up and began to play with her clit as her orgasm approached. He felt her orgasm start and gave one deep hard thrust that set it off. Her pussy clenched down around his cock and her hand furiously worked her clit. He felt her wetness running down his leg. It was the most intense orgasm he had ever witnessed. When she finally regained her senses, she looked at him and said "your turn, how do you want it?" He rolled her over on to her back, then set her ankles up on to his shoulders and entered her again. Once again he started with slow strokes, but soon began to pick up the pace. He began to fuck her harder and deeper, and she began to moan again. He felt her orgasm building, and his building as well. He started pumping fast and furious, and Michelle let out a guttural "fuck me, fuck me harder" as her orgasm began. Her orgasm set off his orgasm. They both had a violent orgasm, the kind you feel at your core. Spent, they both lay there motionless for several minutes. Finally, Michelles senses came back to her and she began to chuckle. "What's so funny?" John asked. "Well, I got in a fight with my boyfriend, went to Jess's house to get drunk, wound up over here, tried to avoid you all night, got Jess to fuck you, then I fucked you in the same bed that Jess is passed out in. I had no idea what kind of day I was going to have when I woke up this morning." She was silent for a few seconds before she added "I just fucked a guy that she fucked just a half hour earlier. She's passed out right next to us. This is without a doubt the weirdest day of my life". Michelle rolled over and kissed him, and then said "Thanks for a wonderful experience, but I have to get myself put back together and make sure Jess is ok." John took that as his cue to leave. He put his shorts back on, and left the room closing the door behind him. Michelle then turned on a small light, found her bathing suit and started putting it back on. Then she heard a very groggy voice coming from Jess: "That was the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life"........ A Memorable Night I have been happily married for 12 years. I am 41 and she is 38. My wife is beautiful and the sex has always been great with her. The only problem was for some reason, just me having sex with my wife just wasn't enough. For some reason, I have always had this fantasy of watching her have sex with another man. Just the mere thought of this happening would give me a raging erection. Any time I masturbated, the only thing I would think about is her with another man. Finally this fantasy got so strong, I decided to approach her with this and see how she reacted. I had always heard that any couple thinking about sharing partners had to be in a very strong marriage in order for it to work. I felt like we were in a strong marriage, and could talk to each other about anything. The only problem I was facing was how to approach her with this. Seriously, how does a man approach his beautiful wife of 12 years and tell her that he wants to watch her fuck another man? So we went out one night like we do sometimes and had a few drinks. Once I had a little liquid courage in me, I decided to tell her about my fantasy. Granted I didn't just blurt it out, but I was pretty straightforward in telling her that I had this very strong urge for her to have sex with another man. Of course her reaction was as expected. Although she didn't seem too outraged by the notion, she definitely was shocked by what I had told her. She told me that she didn't see how watching her fuck another man would be a turn on. I told her that I can't describe it, but the feeling I get when I think about it is one that can't be compared to anything else that I have ever felt. The way my blood starts boiling and the overall feeling I get when I think about it is unreal. Of course I was getting an erection as I was telling her about this. She asked me if I had cheated on her and this is my way of getting rid of the guilt. I completely understand why someone would think that, but I told her that this has nothing to do with me wanting any other woman. I told her that she is the only woman that I want. We decided to call it a night. When we got home, there seemed to be some sexual tension in the air, so we went to the bedroom and had some amazing sex. A few weeks went by, but nothing was said about our conversation. We were both slightly intoxicated that night, so I was wondering if it ever sank in. All of a sudden one evening, she told me that although she really doesn't really understand why a man would want to see another man fuck his own wife, she would do it if it was really what I wanted. I told her I definitely wanted it to happen. She told me that she had a couple of rules that she wanted to get straight before we continued with this. First of all, she told me that it could not be with anyone either one of us knows. She said she felt it would create too weird of a situation socially. This was fine with me. I figured unless she had someone specific in mind, I never thought it would be with any of the people we personally know. She also said that she didn't feel comfortable with me watching her, and didn't think she would be able to go through with it if I was just sitting right there staring at her. Although I was a little disappointed by this, I definitely understood. I man really, who wants to be watched like that regardless of what they are doing? A few days had passed, and I heard about a convention that would be in town over the weekend. I figured this might be a good opportunity for her to meet someone. I figured any convention worth its name is going to have horny guys around the local bars looking to hook up. When I got home, I told my wife about the convention, and she thought it was a good idea. I told her I had an idea about the fact that she didn't want me to watch. I told her I understood where she was coming from, but it seemed to be a big part of this fantasy. I asked her if she would be ok with us renting adjoining rooms at a nice downtown hotel and leave the adjoining doors open while she was in the other room with the man. I told her that I would just stay in the other room, and at least I could hear them. I assured her that she wouldn't ever know I'm there. After a short pause, she agreed. We agreed that after she was done, I would join her in her room and the other guy could clean up in the adjoining room. My wife and I were able to reserve adjoining rooms at a nice hotel downtown. We decided we were going to get ready there. As usual, I got ready fairly quickly and was just waiting for my wife to get ready. After a while, I heard her come out. My God she looked gorgeous! She had a black dress with black stockings and some heels that were to die for. Her hair and makeup were perfect. She didn't say so, but I could tell she put on a little extra makeup to give her just a little added sex appeal. (Not that she needed it!) I always knew she was gorgeous, but I don't think I have seen her look this sexy in a long time. I wanted to throw her on the bed right then and start fucking her, but I knew we were there for another reason. She went downstairs to the crowded bar alone. I waited about 30 minutes and then headed down there myself to see what was happening. Since the bar was very crowded, it took me a while to find her. When I finally saw her, I noticed she was talking to a very tall black guy. My heart started pounding. I could feel my blood start boiling just from seeing her flirting with this guy. We had never talked about what type of man she was going to try to find, but it looks like she hit the jackpot. This guy had to be 6'5, was bald, and man was he built. I grabbed a drink and found an open barstool. After a while, I could really tell she was having a good time. There were a few other guys around my wife too, but I assumed they were just this guy's friends and were keeping their distance. She was flirting hard with this guy. Every time I looked up, she was giggling and seemed to really be enjoying this guy's company. She even flicked her hair a few times, which is the same flirty move that she did the first time we were together. I don't know how many drinks she had, but I figured she must have had a pretty strong buzz going. By this time, they were sitting close. He had his hand on her knee, just barely below the edge of her dress. Their conversation seemed to be getting serious and then it happened! He slowly moved toward her and whispered something in her ear. As he moved toward her, he slid his hand up her silky stocking and kept it there as he was whispering to her. When he stopped talking, they both starred at each other. A few seconds later, she picked up her phone and started texting me. She said that they are heading back to the room. She said that she had told him about us and that I would be in the adjoining room. Apparently he was ok with it. So I watched them walk away. The sight of my beautiful wife walking away arm in arm with this stud is one that I will never forget. I waited for a couple of minutes and headed back to my room. When I got there, my wife was in the bathroom. When she came out, I immediately saw that she had reapplied her makeup and replaced her hot dress with a pink babydoll that barely covered the tip of her black thigh highs. She looked as gorgeous as she ever had. She slowly walked by me, told me she loved me, and walked through the adjoining doors into the other room. I immediately got as close to the door as I could so I could hear them. I heard him come out of the bathroom and told my wife that she looked beautiful. I heard them start to kiss. At this point, I was already as hard as I can ever remember. I still had my jeans on, but I could fell my cock pulsating at the thought of this huge man getting ready to take my little wife. There was silence for a bit, but then I hard him start to moan. I couldn't take it anymore, so I decided to peek through the doorway. I could not believe my eyes. I saw my wife's mouth around this man's massive cock. This was my first glimpse, but I am guessing he had to be at least 8 or 9 inches. My little wife was doing everything she could to get her mouth around it. She was slowly taking his massive cock back and forth in her mouth. No words will ever be able to describe the feeling I had as I was watching this. It had to be the most erotic thing I have ever seen. She probably sucked on him for a good 15 minutes. Slowly taking his cock in and out of her mouth and running her tongue up and down his huge shaft. When she finally stopped, she looked up at him. He picked her up and gently placed her on the bed. He slowly ran his hand all over her body as she quivered to his every touch. I was worried that she was going to see me watching, but it didn't take me long to figure out that I was the last thing on her mind. He continued to rub his fingertips all over her body until he slowly spread her legs apart. He started kissing her breasts and then slowly made his way down to her belly button and then he slowly started to lick her clit. As he started to run his long tongue around my wife's pussy, her back arched with ecstasy. I don't think I have ever seen her do that before. I had always thought that I had given her all the pleasure that she needed, but it was obvious that I hadn't. He slowly moved his tongue up and down her slit, going a little deeper with each pass. My wife was softly moaning with every pass. After a while, his tongue was all the way inside my wife's pussy. As he moved his tongue in and out of her, I noticed her back arched even more and her moans got louder. He went on and on for what seemed like an eternity. I could hear my wife's moans get more intense until finally she had an orgasm. Her whole body was quivering as he continued to move his tongue in and out. It was fairly dark, but I could see my wife's juices flowing out of her pussy. When she finally settled down, he pulled his tongue out. He slowly worked his way up so he could position himself inside of her. After putting on a condom, he lined his massive cock up to my wife's pussy and started rubbing the tip of his head around her clit. Each time, he would put a little bid more of his monster inside my wife's tight little pussy. I knew she had never been with anyone this big, and he was about to put me to shame. As he was rubbing his cock against her, she was starting to breathe hard with an occasional moan. He was still going slowly, but he started to get more aggressive with trying to get inside of her. Each time he would push a little further in, she would breathe harder and moan louder. All of a sudden, he rocked himself away from her and then pushed himself all the way inside of her. She moaned louder than I had ever heard her moan before. Her hands clinched onto the bed as he pulled back and inserted his entire length again. Each time he would go in and out, I could see her tiny little pussy being stretched back and forth. He would go slow for a while and then speed it up for a while. I don't know exactly how long this went on, but I have to think at least an hour. The look on my wife's face was that of sheer ecstasy. She seemed to like everything he was doing to her. After a while, his moans were starting to match hers. I could tell he was getting ready to shoot his massive load. He started pumping her harder and harder. My wife's moans got louder and louder until finally she had her 2nd orgasm. As her body started pulsating again, he gave his massive cock one last thrust and started ejaculating. I could see my wife's juices flowing out of her pussy, leaving a huge puddle on the bed. He kept himself inside her for several more minutes while they kissed passionately. He finally pulled himself out of her and got up. He grabbed his clothes and asked my wife if he could use the adjoining bedroom to shower and clean up. She told him sure and let him know that he could sleep in there if he wanted. He said it might be a good idea if he stays in there for a while since he was tired and had a long drive home. He walked into the adjoining room where I was, and quickly walked by me. Needless to say, I had the most raging erection that I could have ever imagined. I just witnessed the most intense lovemaking session that I had ever seen, never mind the fact that it was my wife and another man. I quickly walked through the doorway and shut both adjoining doors behind me. I saw my wife lying there with a look of pure satisfaction on her face. The bed was drenched with both their juices since he had taken the condom off right after he was done. I walked over to the bed and immediately and started to fuck her hard. Feeling her freshly fucked stretched out pussy around my cock was something that I will never be able to describe. Since I was ready to blow well before we started having sex, it only took me a few minutes to finish. I pulled myself off of her and we both fell asleep in each other's arms. A few hours later, I was awakened by the noise of my wife getting out of bed. I asked her what was wrong, but she didn't answer me. She started walking toward the adjoining door and opened our half and started knocking on the adjoining door. Frantically I asked her what she was doing. Again, she didn't answer me. After a few seconds of knocking, the black stud that had just given my wife so much pleasure just a few hours earlier was standing at the doorway in his boxers. She immediately embraced him and started kissing him. Of course I had an immediate erection as I watched this go on. It was obvious that my wife needed more from this stud and his massive cock. I started to move toward the doorway as they walked into his room, but my heart dropped when she closed and locked the door behind her. I was infuriated and started moving toward the door with the intention of knocking it down if I had to. About half way between the bed and the door, I realized that I was just as turned on if not more turned on by the fact that my wife shut the door and needed time alone with this man. After realizing this, I moved close to the door so I could at least attempt to hear what was going on. I heard the now familiar sound of slurping and him moaning, so I knew his massive cock was in her mouth again. This went on for a few minutes and then all of a sudden I heard my wife start moaning. I figured he was down on her again, getting her good and ready for their next session. I heard her moans get louder and louder until she had yet another orgasm. There was a short silence and then I heard her tell him to lie on his back because she wanted to feel what it was like to be on top of him. I heard her start to moan again. I could just picture her stretched pussy slowly moving down his massive cock inch by inch. I heard her moans get faster and louder, so I knew he must have been ramming himself inside of her as she was moving down on him. This went on for quite a while until finally I could hear my wife having another orgasm. I couldn't believe what was happening. When we were younger, I would be able to give her 2 orgasms at the most, even on a good night. I waited a little while, but it was obvious my wife wasn't coming back to our room. So I went back to the bed and eventually fell asleep. The next morning, I heard my wife come back into the room and head straight for the shower. When she got out, she asked me if I had fun watching a stranger with a huge cock fuck her last night. I told her I did like it very much. When I asked her if she liked it, she simply smiled. Needless to say, we had quite a conversation on the way home! A Memorable Night Unbeknownst to me, my wife was ready. Ready to make a baby. She told me we were going on a date. I had assumed we would make lobe that evening, but what I got that night was every man's erotic fantasy come true. My wife has a secret. But you would never guess that. She drives me wild with desire, because I know her secret. At 5'2" and 115 pound figure, she hides the most exquisite pussy. Whenever she wraps her secret around me, I know I'm the luckiest man alive. That day she picked me up from work wearing a short, figure-hugging skirt. She looked so delicious. I was anticipating action anyway but seeing her fresh-shaven legs in a skirt put my arousal on high alert. I always like it when she wears skirts. Her super-soft legs are such a turn-on to run my large hands along. And my imagination thinks of all the sneaky ways and places I want to touch, tease and probe her. As I drove to dinner I asked her the plan. She said we were going to stay all night at a hotel alone. I asked her where her bag was and she said she had only packed a spare pair of panties. Wow! My sex drive was hit with a shot of nitros. The bulge in my pants was now on fire. firm and oozing. Did my soft spoken wife of 10 years really say that? Then, she opened her purse and showed me the new sex toys, which I had ordered earlier. They had arrived in the mail while I was at work. She told me she had opened the package and subtly hinted that she had played alone. My pulse raced and my mind flashed into overdrive, imagining her that day lying on the bed with silky legs spread wide, her beautiful secret filled with a dildo and her pushing herself over the edge. Unfortunately I didn't; my imagination had to fill in the erotic details of hearing about my wife's first confession of masturbation. I had always wondered and wanted her to do that, and now here she was hinting at a naughty fantasy. Previously she had given me flashes into her eroticism, and I desperately desired her to let her true sensuality flow. When she lets her desire take over she transforms from the girl next door into a gorgeously sexy vixen. When her inhibitions disappear and her naughtiness emerges, she lights my world on fire. And that night, looking at the newly-used toys, I realized we were not only going to try making a baby but we were going to have an extremely good time in the process. We went to a nice seafood restaurant. As we walked in, I could see men's heads turn to glance at my sultry bride in her short skirt. I'm sure their imaginations where teased too. We ate oysters, talked and connected emotionally, all the while knowing in a few hours we would be sucking and fucking each other with reckless abandon. Throughout dinner I kept thinking about her sweet secret hidden a few short inches up her skirt. I wanted to feel her there as soon as I could. Keeping my hands off her is always a challenge, and on a night like this damn near impossible. She didn't let me down. She plays all innocent, but she knows how to really turn me on. After dinner, in the car she pulled her skirt up. With a min on their own I reached and felt her heat. I slipped a finger over her panties and rubbed past the stickiness of lips and plunged into her moistness. She let out a gentle sexy moan as her anticipation coated my curious, probing finger. She let me enter and tease her for just a second, but then she pulled her skirt back down. Once we arrived at the hotel, we giddily checked in with no luggage and two serious grins on our faces. The clerk knew we were getting lucky that night. It felt sort of naughty to get a hotel room in our own town. In the elevator the sexual tension broke; I attacked her mouth with lustful kisses which she eagerly returned. Her mouth is so sensual. She is such a good kisser. When we dated, we would kiss standing beside our cars. Our weight leaned upon the other, we would kiss one another until it got too late or too heated. Her lips are very soft and seductive. Even after 12 years, it only takes all of about 30 seconds of kissing her gorgeous face for a bulge to form in my pants. One time early in our marriage, while sitting on the couch, she brought me to an immense orgasm simply with deep kisses me deeply and a slow stroke on my penis. This tiny woman has enormous erotic superpowers over me. In the elevator that night it was no different. I was incredibly excited to have so beautiful and sensual a woman lustfully kissing me. I fumbled the key getting in the door and we laughed it off. We turned down the bed and turned off the A/C. I thought about the lucky people next to us who were going to hear some body-slapping noises later that evening. We made out for another minute and she pulled away saying she wanted to loosen up a bit with a drink from the bar. I literally begged her to let me taste her wetness. She resisted at first, but granted my wish after I promised we wouldn't let things get out of hand. She laid down on the bed and pulled up her skirt again, revealing her secret to me. I teased her through her panties, and then threw those on the floor. She oozed with excitement, and I couldn't take it anymore. I knelt down and plunged my tongue into her. I lustfully lapped at every drop. She tasted clean and horny. Approaching the edge of no return, she pushed me off and said that's enough. So she got up, straightened her hair and left her panties in the room. I nearly flooded my pants. Here was my church-raised middle-class mother of a wife going to a bar with me without her panties and dripping wet. She had become a total MILF. Hot as hell she was redlining my lust. I was rock hard and I could sense my balls were filling, but I had to play it cool. It was hard to contain myself, she had pushed my temptation like never before. We went to the dark hotel bar and ordered a couple of drinks. I wasn't a drinker anymore but I wanted to knock the sensitivity in my pants down a few notches so I could give her the loving she loves to get and the loving I love to give. I was ok with her drinking because it relaxes her and helps let her guard down. After just a couple glasses of wine she gets extremely horny . And by extremely horny I mean gushing wet and nearly insatiable. In my hyper-aroused state I was ready for all of the above. The dance floor was empty and there drinking quietly were a few business travelers and diners. She sat across from me on a high top stool with her thighs tight together. All I could think about was pleasuring her for the rest of the night, whatever it took for however long she would let me and I would last. I burned with desire. I desired to feel her slickness on my tongue. I desired to feel see my pulsing cock buried in her, to feel me splatter her insides with warmth. I desired to hear her grunts, gasps, moans as she her waves of release rolled on. Oh how I desired to make her cum. Seeing her rhythe in pleasure is very erotic. She cums fairly easily and often. Her vaginal muscles flex and flush her insides with ample moistness. Normally she stops me after a couple or three orgasms, but when she's been drinking there's really no limit except exhaustion or time. For a man who likes to pleasure his woman, that is enormously sexy to me. Sitting there, I needed to feel her dampness and desire down there again. [If I had it to do all over we would've sat side-by-side in the low lounge chairs with our backs to the people at the bar, and I would have brought her to her first sopping hot orgasm with my fingers inside her. There in public like we had done on the beach before.] But with a second round of drinks in hand we stepped into the elevator. My mouth went to her mouth and my hands lifted her skirt, eager to massage her vagina. I slipped my fingers over her. She was wet with desire too. She got worried the elevator would stop and we would get caught with my finger inside her or that we would get her dress dirty with her juices. So I backed off until we got inside our hotel room again. That's when the teasing stopped and the foreplay began. That's when the desire morphed into down and dirty action. We stripped, and I laid her down kissing her passionately while cradling her in my arms. Now kneeling between her legs, I began making serious love to her with my lips and tongue. She wiggled in delight beneath me as she had her first delicious orgasm. Then I did something different and unexpected. I took out the toys and moistened the head of the dildo with my dripping juices. Inserting the gray, 8-inch dildo is always fun for both of us. Her sex engulfed it's length and width and she was pleased. I've never been an insecure man in the bedroom so I can honestly say I enjoy exploring her with toys. Her moans are my payment, and my dick jumps in excitement as I see her the large dick disappear within her tight cunt. I sucked and flicked her clit with my tongue and worked the dildo in and out of her. I lubbed the anal probe and touched her other entrance. She loves anal penetration. The long black toy reached deep inside her, touching her in forbidden places. I pistoned it in and out. Two of my fingers pushed inside her, filling both her holes. I slow fucked her in two places. She arched her back, thrusting her hips into the air and that's when the dam broke as came again and again. Then I made my next move. Positioning her on the corner of the bed now, her round sexy ass nearly hanging off and her creamy cunt calling for more cock, I entered her wetness. The corner of the bed is a favorite of ours because it allows full access to her and deeper penetration. Once we got a rhythm we were able to have a nice body-slapping hard and deep fuck. Our crotches were so wet they made sloppy smacking sounds. My full balls bounced on her ass with each thrust. I can't recall how many times we changed positions, all I know was it was passionate, it was loud and that we were there to make a baby so there was no withdrawal only a deposit. I don't often get to spew inside my wife's velvet vagina, but I don't think there is a more pleasurable act. It's the thought of our juices combining inside her that drives me insane. But with that skirt, the build up, the sexy surprises, the thought of her masturbating, the drinks and the teasing, I was beyond lust for her. She felt like hot silk around me. After a few noisy minutes of pussy pounding, I flooded her with my hot seed. And that was just the first round. She looked exquisite laying there full of my cum. I fetched our drinks and wiped her juices off my face. We fell asleep spooning in the nude. I woke, and quickly my hands began to explore her curves. As my hands went further south, I discovered her thighs were seductively sticky. She didn't resist my efforts to turn her on again. I reached for the toys. The hum of the vibrator on her clit made her moan and open her legs wider. Amazingly she got really wet. I can't recall all the details but I do remember when she straddled me. Her swollen pussy lips were incredibly puffy as she lowered herself on me. I couldn't believe my eyes. She was so gorgeous mounted there on my semi-erect cock. She rocked her hips back and forth and used my penis as her own sex toy. She pushed me inside and worked herself up. I stroked her perky tits, circling her hard nipples. My hands rubbed her sexy ass and thighs and spread her wider for more sensation. With eyes closed and her hands on my chest it started. Not once or twice, but three times her warm juices gushed on my cock and belly by the cupfulls. It was the most erotic thing I had ever witnessed. I was so turned on watching her use me to please herself over and over again, but my dick wasn't fully hard and fully recovered. I pulledher down on top of me and began working myself back to life in her super slick hole. Our bodies slapped. I worked her until my erection returned. As I got stiffer she moaned more. My balls tightened against my body again, and I began to pulse inside. A few more strokes and I emptied a second load. She wanted my cum that night. All of it that I could give her, and I didn't want to let her down. We collapsed in exhaustion in the puddles of our passion. It was truly a night to remember. In the morning before getting out of bed, we got her ready again. This time I mounted her as she lay side ways with one leg bent. It's a great position if she's tired. The extra weight from her leg compresses her opening and makes her tighter than normal. I was decent firm, but she wasn't wet at first. The fresh thoughts of last nights romantic date, her sultry teases, our hot sex and knowing my cum was still inside her made me want to have her one more time. As I pushed in and out, she said she was drying out and that I needed to go soon. I always find that a sweet and sexy thing to say, like she is telling me "this isn't very pleasurable but go ahead and use my body to make yourself cum." Since I enjoying pleasuring her so much, not having that pressure is refreshing and freeing. It's nice that she lets me use her body selfishly some times, especially when she lets me cum inside. So I worked in and out and she began to get more wet and respond with tiny moans. I began to stiffen up and by that time she was wet enough to and enjoy a nice morning fuck. Seeing her enjoyment made my balls quickly tighten as I ejaculated one more time in my sexy wife's pussy. It was glorious epic night and morning of erotic sex. One for the history books. Some men fantasize about making love to a woman that sexy that gorgeous that wet and that horny. It was no longer a dream but a memory. And a successful night it was, because we soon found out she was pregnant again. We both smiled at the doctors office when he asked if he knew when she got pregnant. A Memorable Night at Work My shift started out pretty good; I'd gotten to work a bit early and clocked in. I looked at the daily sheet to find out how we'd been doing and what our goals were for the day. Jenny, one of the managers, was helping a new associate ring up a customer. I waved hello, not wanting to interrupt them, and then headed to the back to see if Susan had anything special for me to do that night. She was sitting at the desk in the back when I walked in, and she just about jumped out of her skin when I said "Hey." "Don't do that do me!" she said, hand clutched against her chest. She looked great, as she always does. Her hair was pulled back, she was wearing an off the shoulder blouse, and when she turned around the talk to me, I noticed how great her legs looked in the skirt she had on. I don't know what it was about seeing her bare shoulders like that, but every time I saw her in that blouse, it sent a shiver up my spine. But I tried hard to keep those kinds of thoughts to the back of my mind, as I didn't want to get caught staring like some star-struck teenager, especially considering that she always wore low cut tops that showed of her cleavage. She filled me in on what we needed to do that night, and said she'd get me to rub her shoulders in a bit, as she'd been tense all day. We flirted for a bit after that, talking about personal issues and other non-work related items. After a bit I got up and went out front to help Jenny while Susan finished up the paperwork she had been working on. I pulled out some back stock to fill in the floor, and changed three light bulbs that had gone out. About 30 minutes later Susan came out and asked if I'd come massage her shoulders before Jenny had to leave. We walked to the back and she sat down in the chair. I took off my rings and started rubbing her shoulders. I was trying to distract myself from the fact that I could see straight down the top of her blouse when she started telling me about how bad she'd been recently. It was pretty normal for us to be pretty open with each other about any adventures we'd had. But I was starting to get pretty aroused about hearing about what she'd been up to lately. Hearing this while having my hands on her bare shoulders, and staring at the delicate curve of her neck was driving me insane. I was massaging lower and lower on her back, then moving back to the her scalp to trace my fingertips down the curve of her neck, and across her shoulders when I just couldn't take it anymore. I had to do something about all the thoughts that were going thru my head by then. Her head was tilted slightly to one side so I leaned forward and lightly kissed the back of her neck, brushing my lips around the side of her neck, kissing every inch or so. For a second she tensed up, and my heart started pounding, wondering if I'd really screwed up, when she relaxed and continued telling me about her exploits, while tilting her head more so I could better get to her neck. Knowing an invitation when I see one, I continued kissing my way across her neck to her ear, nibbling slightly on her earlobe. By now I could tell her breath was coming a bit quicker. I let my hands slide down from her shoulders, tracing circles lower and lower down her front till I could feel the swell of her breasts. Barely in control of my self by now, I cupped her breasts thru her shirt and started to caress them. She turned her head and our lips met, then opened and we started kissing deeply. Her hands came up and she ran her fingers through my hair while we kissed. What felt like an eternity later, our lips parted, and we just looked into each other's eyes for a bit. "God I want you now!" Susan said, "But Jenny is going to be back here in a minute if we don't get out to the floor to let her go home." My eyebrows went up at that, "Well, at least we are the only two closing tonight, who knows what might happen before the night is through. I think we can find plenty of ways to keep our minds on things till we close." She was biting the corner of her lip before saying, "Damn straight we will! But we just need to be busy tonight, cause if it's slow, it is going to take forever for nine o'clock to get here!" I grinned and stood up, put my rings back on, and then put out a hand to help her up so we could go out front. She adjusted her blouse, so it didn't show my groping and we headed back out front. I couldn't help watching her ass move under her skirt, wondering if she was wearing panties or a thong. Jenny and the new girl left while Susan and I helped the few customers that were in the store. As normal for a weeknight, there would be a small rush of customers then no one in sight for an hour or so. Unfortunately this left us plenty to time for teasing each other. I'd be at the wrap desk or folding something at the table when I'd feel her press up against me from behind, her hand coming around my side to grab the crotch of my pants, or just to press her breasts up against my back. Of course I gave just as good as I took. Whenever I'd catch her on the phone, I'd come kneel down near her and pretend to pick up something off the floor, when I'd rest my hand on her bare leg, and slide it up between her thighs till I could rub my finger against the crotch of her panties. Or when she'd be bent over somewhere in the store I'd step up close behind her, run my hands down her back, then grab her hips, pulling her back to me so she could feel the bulge in my pants against her rear. Of course during the whole night we talked...well, mostly teased. The things we talked about! We talked about the wildest things we'd ever done, or thought about doing. I admitted to her some of the things I'd thought about doing with her, and was surprised to find she'd had a few thought about me too. Mostly we talked about what we'd be doing to each other once the store closed. Or what we wanted to do to each other right then. It almost made things worse when we had customers, as we did our best to help them, but most just wanted to browse. We had to behave ourselves during these times, but still managed to catch each other's eye with a look every once in a while. She caught me by surprise one time when I came up behind her, reached around pulled up her skirt and went to rub the crotch of her panties. I'd noticed as the night went by that her panties were getting wetter and wetter. But this time, when I went to rub and tease her, instead of encountering wet cotton, my finger slipped between her swollen lips. A very pleasant surprise! She moaned appreciatively as I found her clit and ran the tip of my finger around it before stepping away. I lifted my finger to my mouth, she tasted even better than I imagined! I couldn't wait to get the chance to kiss my way between her thighs and tease her with my tongue! After that I took every chance I could to rub her pussy, once even getting wild enough to catch her at the desk, and kneel down in front of her, and push her skirt. Her lips were bright red and swollen, her juices coating her thighs. I lowered my face between her legs and traced my tongue around the edges of her lips while squeezing her bare ass in my hands. I felt a shiver run thru her body when I dipped my tongue into her, she was SO wet! The smell of her was intoxicating and she her taste was like an aphrodisiac. Every taste of her just made me want more! She was watching the front while my tongue explored. After all the teasing throughout the night, it was only seconds before a flood of her juices filled my mouth and I felt a tremor run thru her entire body. I kept a constant pressure with my tongue on her clit while tremor after tremor went thru her body. She finally pushed my face away and pointed to the front of the store. I wiped my mouth before standing up and seeing that another customer had walked in. Seeing that she was still a bit wobbly from her orgasm (which seemed to still be sending aftershocks thru her) I went to the front and helped the people that had just walked in. Susan disappeared to the back to compose herself, and probably to wipe up a bit, but appeared back on the floor before to long. It was getting closer and closer to closing time. But about an hour before we closed she did manage to get me back. I had just answered the phone; it was Laura from Madison Square wanting to know how we were doing. I was pulling up the report when Susan came and kneeled in front of me, mouthed "Watch the front" and started pulling on the zipper to my pants. She had a bit of trouble fishing out my semi-hard cock from my pants, but when she did, she instantly went to work on me, licking me, and then taking me deep into her mouth. I was trying hard to keep my voice steady while talking to Laura and keep an eye on the front. It wasn't easy, as Susan quickly had me rock hard and was very good at what she was doing. Luckily I was able to get off the phone before my voice cracked. It didn't take her long to get me to the point I was ready to explode. I swept the store with my eyes before looking down to tell her that if she didn't stop soon, I was going to cum. Her eyes twinkled and she stopped long enough to tell me that was the whole point before redoubling her efforts. Then stopping, I looked down at her, wondering why she'd stopped, when she smiled and said she changed her mind, and I'd have to wait till we closed. Luckily no one came in during all that, or even for the next twenty minutes. The sexual tension between us had thickened to the point that I worried that anyone walking in would have known something was going on. But as luck would have it we didn't have any more customers that night, we started getting things ready to close the store, cleaning mirrors, vacuuming, closing registers. The only flirting we did during this was when Susan said. "I hope you won't get in trouble getting home late tonight, I have a lot of plans for you tonight." "I was going to say the same thing to you, this could end up being a very long exhausting night for the both of us" I replied, winking at the end. "You have no idea..." was her parting remark as she went back to counting down one of the cash drawers. The last half hour pasted pretty quickly, considering how much we were both anticipating what would come afterwards. I straightened the store and cleaned the mirrors, while Susan closed out all but the last register. At about five minutes till 9 I went to the front to pull in the signs outside the store and closed the gate once the mall closing announcement came over the speakers. I took my time vacuuming the store till Susan finished closing the last register and went to the back to close out the store. I put away the vacuum cleaner and went back to join her. She was leaving the nightly voicemail, so started nibbling on the back of her neck. I was teasing her earlobe when she finally hung up the phone. Susan stood up and sat me down on her chair, then sat in my lap. We kissed over and over, exploring each others skills. I slipped my hands up the back of her shirt and rubbed her back while we made out. After a couple minutes, I pulled her shirt up, and she helped me pull it over her head. I unhooked the back of her bra, and pulled it off from the side, uncovering her full breasts. Her nipples were hard, and I desperately wanted to suck on them. She pulled at my shirt, and I helped her unbutton it and shrugged out of it. The feel of her firm breasts pressed against my chest as we went back to kissing was exquisite. Her skirt been pushed up when she straddled me, so I reached down and kneaded her bare ass with one hand. I kissed my way down her neck, and she leaned back over the desk so I could continue kissing down her cleavage. I used my lips to explore the curve of her breast before taking her nipple into my mouth. A small sigh escaped her mouth as I ran my tongue in a circle around her nipple. After a few minutes she sat back up, and kissed me again, before standing up. There was a definite gleam in her eyes as she told me to take my pants off. She helped me get my shoes off, and then slip out of my trousers, which now had a small wet spot where she'd been sitting. I then sat back down while she straddled me again. We both shivered when her pussy came in contact with my cock. She'd pressed her hips against mine, and the length of my cock was enfolded between her swollen lips. We both started rocking our hips, just rubbing against each other as we went back to kissing. I couldn't take much more of her teasing and nibbled her ear whispering "I want you, I want you now!" She stood up a bit so my cock wasn't pressed between our bodies, then without reaching down lowered herself onto me. I couldn't help but moan the intense pleasure! We started rocking against each other again, but this time with me inside her. Even with our limited movement, we both orgasmed quickly, holding on tight to each other as the sensations rushed through us. As the pleasure faded, she whispered in my ear, "I want to suck you off again on the floor, but this time I want to finish." She then stood up and I helped her pull off her skirt before she grabbed my cock, leading me out to the front. The floor tiles were cold as we walked through the stock room. It felt very strange to be walking naked through the store. She had me sit up on the counter, with my back to the front of the store. She spread my legs and started kissing my chest, running her hand up and down my sides, my legs, and my arms. She kissed lower and lower till she was kissing my thighs. I'd recovered enough that my cock was starting to rise again when she took me in one hand and started stroking me. Continuing to tease me with her mouth she took her time and seemed determined to torture me with pleasure for as long as she could. She licked her juices off the length of my shaft and gently sucked my balls. I ran my hands over her shoulders and thru her hair as she took me deep into her throat. I groaned with pleasure! Over and over she teased me, stroking me with her hand, teasing me with her tongue, wrapping her breasts around my shaft, teasing me with her cleavage. I begged her to let me cum, telling her I would get her back for all her teasing. She finally gave in and picked up the pace of her teasing. When she started rubbing her finger around my asshole it was the most intense feeling I'd ever had! I gasped and told her I was going to cum seconds before I felt the tightening in my balls. She sucked harder when she felt my cock start to twitch and pressed harder against my ass. I saw stars as I exploded, squirting into her mouth. She surprised me again by sucking every bit of cum out of me and licking her lips afterwards. I pulled her up and kissed her after that, tasting myself in her mouth. After I recovered enough to get off the counter and stand up, I motioned for her to get up on the counter. She did, and I grabbed a scarf that had been damaged and tied her hands behind her back. She raised an eyebrow at that but didn't say anything. I picked up one foot and started kissing my way up her leg, rubbing with my hands the higher I went. Up her inner thigh, till I was right between her legs, kissing my way across her mons, then trailing kisses down her other thigh. My hands were constantly moving, exploring her body, caressing, teasing. I kissed and nibbled all around her inner thighs, and around her pussy, never quite giving her what I knew she wanted. Then I started running my tongue over her outer lips, tasting her juices, building up her anticipation. Occasionally I'd lightly brush the tip of my tongue over her clit, or blow lightly against it. Or I'd reach up and play with her nipples, or stand between her legs, and lean forward to suck on them while letting my cock rub against her pussy. I slowly slid a finger into her, and was rewarded with a low moan as it slid in deeper. Moving it around slowly inside her, rubbing her inner walls, till I found a sensitive spot and her hips started to move, rubbing herself against my finger. I slowly took it out, and then dipped my tongue deep into her. Her low moans increased in volume when the rough part of my tongue ran across her sensitive clit. Using just the tip of my tongue I ran it in small circles around her clit, while with the finger I'd had inside her I rubbed back and forth on the little bit of skin between her pussy and her asshole. Her breathing was coming faster and faster by now, alternating between my lips, tongue and fingers I brought her closer and closer to orgasm, and then stopped, only to start again a minute later. When I pressed my finger against her now slick asshole, she groaned, then started pressing back towards my finger every time I pushed against her. Running my tongue around her clit, I slowly penetrated her rear with my finger, causing her breath to start coming in short gasps as she came nearer, and nearer to cumming. Not wanting her to finish to soon, I stopped using my tongue and just slowly worked the tip of my finger in and out of her rear. She was plenty wet enough, and more and more of my finger disappeared inside her. I saw she was fighting against the scarf now, trying to get her hands free, I could tell she wanted more. She wanted to cum in a bad way. I was thoroughly enjoying paying her back for all the teasing she had done to me. With my finger deep in her rear, I slid my thumb into her pussy. She groaned when I rubbed my fingers together inside her, rubbing her inner walls between them. Taking pity on her I started licking her again, combining my oral attention on her clit with my fingers sliding in and out of her holes. I felt her whole body start to tense up as a massive orgasm raced through her body. Keeping the up my rhythm and pressure, I looked up to see her mouth open in a silent scream, her body propped up by her elbows. Her legs locked around my ears as one orgasm after the other raced through her like lightning. When she started scooting away from me on the counter I knew she'd had enough. I stopped and held her as she trembled from the after-effects of her orgasm. She shivered over and over for quite some time. I helped her down from the counter and turned her around to untie her hands. While looking down I couldn't help myself after seeing her round ass bent towards me. I stepped up to her, reached down slipped my cock into her wet pussy. Grabbing her hips, I sank deep into her on the first thrust, just feeling her soft ass against my hips, while my cock was encased in her wetness was almost more than I could stand. Susan let out a loud sigh as I hit bottom. After the first few thrusts into her, she started pushing back, meeting me as I thrust into her. Every time our bodies met I could see her ass jiggle, and felt balls slap against her. We were moving harder and faster with each thrust, both of us grunting as the sound of our bodies joining got louder. Then she reached back between her legs and I felt her grabbing my balls every time she could, it was more than I could take. I grabbed her hips harder and rammed into her two...three times before I felt myself exploding. Her hand was now rubbing her clit furiously while I started cumming. Before I'd finished, she reached climax and let out a gasp as she orgasmed once again. I felt her pussy tighten around my cock and her legs start to go weak. I was feeling rather light headed myself by the time we'd both finished cumming. I leaned over her, and rested on her back, kissing the nape of her neck while trying to catch my breath. After a bit we found the strength to get up. We kissed one quick kiss before starting to clean up the mess we'd made. I wiped down the counter while she ran off to the bathroom. We cleaned up as best we could and got dressed. As we left the store we were both wondering if this would be a one time affair, or just the beginning? A Memorable Night of Spontaneity A Club, A Car and A Cock: A Memorable Evening of Sexual Spontaneity The following is a true account of one of the many wonderful sexual encounters that I had when I was wild, young and single. No names have been changed, as no one was innocent. The evening had begun rather innocently enough with me going out to one of the local clubs with a guy that had been calling and calling me to go out with him. He wasn't that bad looking, in fact, thinking back on it, he was pretty hot. Craig was blonde and blue-eyed, standing almost 6 feet and with a strong muscular build. I don't really know why I had hesitated in accepting a date with him in the first place, maybe just too many other guys to go out with I guess. We had agreed to meet up at this local club, joining my girlfriend and a guy that she had been seeing for a while: a safe play on my part in case things didn't work out between Craig and I. The place featured good live music as well as a heavy-handed pour on the drinks – what more can one possibly want? We all met there about 8 pm, found a booth for the four of us and ordered several rounds of drinks and some finger food appetizers. We talked about a wide variety of things, hitting it off rather well. As time went on, the conversation became tinged with suggestive sexual innuendos. Craig's hands began to probe under the table, resting on my leg, first at the knee, and then climbing higher to my thigh. I was secretly wondering how far he'd go with this approach but about 9:30 the band took the stage and began playing some great dancing music that made conversation very difficult. Craig and I hit the dance floor for several dances and I found that he was a better than average dancer, which was an added positive as I love to dance. We took a break to grab some more drinks. I was drinking my usual vodka and tonics and was getting pretty well buzzed by that time. The band began some slower songs and Craig led me back to the dance floor. He began with the conservative "two hands on the shoulders " grip, slowly pulling me close to him as he gradually worked his right hand down by back and over my ass. He would lightly brush my ass cheeks with his hand in time to the music, and as I was wearing a rather thin skirt, I could practically feel the ridges in his fingertips as he did this. I found this very stimulating and moved my head off of his shoulder to look up into his face. Our lips gently met and we exchanged a wonderful, exciting kiss that sent small electric sensations into my nether regions. His other hand left my shoulder and deftly found my left breast over my blouse and bra, caressing my nipple with a glorious soft, sensual touch. I absolutely love a good kisser and simply can't resist having my breasts and nipples played with, so I was pretty much his at this point, even if he didn't know it quite yet. I pushed my pelvis in tighter to his and felt that "special" bulge in his pants beginning to become more prominent. Dancing this way was really was getting both of us horny and I began to think about where this was going. It was dark and my car was outside in the parking lot- oh, why not? I whispered in his ear if he wanted to go outside and he grinned and said, "Only if you walk closely in front of me on the way out". I immediately understood and appreciated his request! We walked out of the bar (with him essentially glued to my back) and across the parking lot to my car, a nearly new American car with large bucket seats. I had parked fairly close to one of the light posts in the parking lot, but oh well. I walked to the driver's side and unlocked the car, getting in the driver's side and Craig let himself into the passenger's side. As soon as we were in the car, he reached over for me and we shared another wonderfully passionate kiss. My left hand wondered down to his groin and I cupped his hardness through his pants. It didn't take long before I had his pants unbuckled and unzipped and his cock out in my hand. He was nice and hard already and I broke off our kissing to direct my mouth towards his cock. His cock was of better than average length and thickness with drops of precum already forming on the head. I eagerly lapped these up and began licking his shaft up and down. He fumbled a bit in pulling his pants down to his ankles giving me unfettered access to him. I sucked him into my mouth and began giving him a great blowjob, using my tongue to lick his balls when his cock was fully down my throat. I could tell that he wasn't going to last long with this treatment and, as I really wanted his cock in other places other than my mouth, broke off my oral ministrations long enough to pull off my panties and hike my skirt over my waist. I then climbed over on to his seat, facing away from him, my face almost on the dashboard near the windshield. He got the message and guided his glorious length into my, by now, dripping wetness. He slide into me easily and I slowly sat down on his cock, taking it all in to me. I used my right hand to gently stroke his balls as our movements became synchronous with me moving back and forth on his cock and him raising and lowering his hips to meet me. Several people walked by my car during this time, and I can't but think that they MUST have known what was going on in my car. The steamy windows, my face against the passenger's windshield back-lit by the parking lot light must have made some picture! This was yet an added turn-on for me, however. I looked back at him, finding his eyes closed and a smile playing across his face in a perfect picture of bliss. At the same time I could feel his cock getting harder inside me and knew it wasn't going to be long before he came in me. I was getting close to cumming myself too, so I ground myself down onto him, using the base of his cock to massage my engorged clit. As I began to feel that particular "buzzing" sensation cocks make just before they come, and I found myself exploding with my orgasm as he spurted his cum deep inside of me. It felt like he had a lot of cum to give me and I greedily held myself on him until his cock stopped all of its spasms. I climbed off and suggested we head back into the club. He pulled his pants up, zipped and buckled up and got out of my car. I brushed my skirt down, putting my panties in my purse, got out and locked the car. On the way back inside, I felt warm liquid running down my legs and realized that it was his cum. Once back inside the club, I ran to the ladies room and took a handful of paper towels to clean up all of his cum that had spilled out of me and down my legs. I never did get around to putting my panties back on, hoping for some additional "action" back in the club that, unfortunately, never occurred. After a few more drinks, we went our separate ways in leaving the club and never did end up seeing each other again, although I was left with a wonderful memory of a very special and spontaneous sexy evening.