0 comments/ 114245 views/ 5 favorites Lori: At the Restaurant By: LB19642003 Lori and her husband walked into the restaurant/bar. They had already had dinner elsewhere, and were stopping for a drink at a fun place on the way home. She had a few glasses of wine with a good dinner, and was in a friendly mood for a change. She also got hornier the more she drank and that was always slightly entertaining, at least until she had that one-drink-too-many and was only good if you liked fucking a corpse. She wasn’t very adventurous, but her husband tried to make up for that. Lori is 39, 5’4”, unnaturally blonde, 110 pounds, and not in bad shape. She’s cute, and hotter after a few drinks. She had on a knee-length black skirt he had selected, as it was one of her shorter skirts and she had shapely legs. (Always look for thin ankles, they are a sign of good legs that will remain that way…) Her blouse was white silk, and she had put on a white bra even though he requested she not wear one. She also put on a black thong under her French-cut pantyhose. That was about as racy as she got, but hell, it was better than nothing. (Then again, nothing is better than NOTHING…) The bar was hopping. Lots of pretty people of all ages and both sexes, maybe a few more folks in their 40’s and 50’s than younger. One woman, who appeared to be early 50’s trying to look 30, started talking to them. Her name was Sheila, and she was getting drunk, but could carry on a bit of a conversation, or at least as much as someone on probably her fifth or sixth Crown Royal Manhattan could. Sheila had on a very short tan skirt and black blouse. Looked good for her age, and looked like she wanted something younger. After a few minutes she got up to go to the restroom. When Sheila came back, she quietly placed her hand on the back of Lori’s husband’s thigh and ran it up his backside under his sport coat. “N-i-i-ice” he thought to himself. If he weren’t married he would have been happy to take a shot at pleasing her. Sheila started complaining that she had gotten a run in her sheer black stocking when she sat down, and promptly pulled her skirt high up on her thigh to show them. Lori gave her a “that’s a shame” face, and he took a leisurely look at her thick but firm thighs. He would have liked to return the favor and stroke them, but he was afraid Lori might make a scene. He leaned over and told Lori about the ass-stroke to see her reaction, and she just laughed with a surprised look on her face. Guess she was more buzzed than he realized... Lori leaned over and asked Sheila if she liked what she felt, and Sheila slurred back that she did. The booze was starting to hit her hard. She mumbled something about heading out, and Lori’s husband alerted the bartenders so they could get her a cab. She paid her bill and got up to go outside to get some desperately needed air and sit on the bench and wait. She’d probably pass out. Poor cabbie that had to carry her... Then again, the cabbie would probably get some cheap feels if not more… He helped her on put on her leather coat, and took a few steadying steps with her as she made her way towards the door. Oh well, there went the entertainment. As he walked back to his stool he saw Lori had “made a friend.” There was a young gent, dark hair, good build, clean-cut, leaning in and talking to Lori, and they were both smiling that smile you see on the faces of young folks on a second date…when the first date went well and they truly start to get to know one-another and are trying to get someone into bed. He sat down on Lori’s left, and she introduced him to the young gent named Ben. He seemed likable enough. Probably 10-12 years younger than them, and clearly happy to have a decent looking older woman intently hanging on every word he said. Looked like he had a friend sitting next to him, who was busy talking to a young super-model who had come in with two of her super-model friends. Lori’s husband was leaning over on the stool looking past Ben and his friend, carefully eyeing these women. Lori didn’t seem to mind, and he was glad they were both able to have a good time. Lori was playing the sophisticated older woman, drinking down her Absolut Cosmopolitan and explaining to young Ben how the drink was made, and how trendy it was. Ben was a beer drinker who preferred domestics, and listened intently. He worked as an assistant chef at a nearby restaurant, so Lori began talking about various food preparations, and the conversation was rolling along. Her husband noticed she had opened the third button on her blouse, which was pretty risqué for HER. Likely Ben could just see a bit of cleavage at that angle, enhanced as she had worn a push-up bra he bought her at Victoria’s Secret for Christmas. One of the few pieces of “lingerie” she would “indulge in.” Whenever she said anything remotely funny Ben would smile broadly, or even laugh gently, and put an arm on her shoulder. At times he would slide his hand down her back smoothly, but nothing too aggressive. Just heavy flirting, and Lori and her husband were getting a kick out of it. Sometimes when he slid his hand down her back her blouse pulled open further, allowing a nicer tit-shot. Ben looked like he would lean in at these times so he was probably getting a good show. “Cheers, Ben!” he thought… The super-models grew tired of Ben’s friend, so he too was now talking to Lori, pushing his head around Ben as much as possible so he could get a good look at the older babe, and get a few words in. Her husband bought all three a few rounds and the gents were polite and thanked him each time. He liked that. If they were going to ogle his wife at least they weren’t being assholes about it. Although he WAS pissed they let the super-models get away… Lori was enjoying herself immensely. She was openly laughing, and now occasionally running her hands over their shoulders and backs. Nothing too outrageous, but she looked like she was contemplating their strong young bodies and happy to have their complete attention. She didn’t even slow down when her husband started rubbing her back and moving lower. The place was loud, and there was a rustic roof support behind them so few people could see him stroking her. Ben and his friend, Carl, suggested that since they were so happy to make such nice new friends they all needed a shot to celebrate. Lori’s husband told them she was the “shot person.” He drank enough as it was and gave up doing shots years ago. Lori tried to say “no” but they kept at her, and began suggesting various fruity concoctions. In her “sophisticated” mood, she suggested that the best shots were the “hard stuff,” and mentioned tequila. Ben and Carl were inexperienced with tequila, so she took on the role of “teacher,” and informed them SHE would show them how it was DONE. Her husband didn’t need anyone to tell him. Lori seemed to be holding her booze well that night, so he immediately ordered a round of shots for the three of them. He also continued to massage her, and had moved down to her lower back, and often would move his hand below the waistband of her pantyhose, although outside her skirt. She seemed to rise up a bit on her stool, and he took advantage going lower, rolling his hand over her ass cheeks. With just a thong on, her cheeks felt nice and smooth through the soft material of her wool and cotton, form-fitting skirt. Lori had to get up to go to the restroom. He thought Ben and Carl would fall off their stools trying to look at her without being too obvious. He tried to put them further at ease by mentioning, “Her ass looks pretty good with no lines due to her thong, huh?” And then he followed that up nonchalantly by pointing out a few other nice asses at the other side of the bar. The boys just laughed and high-fived him. Men can get along so well as long as they have a drink and some hot women to look at. Lori came back, and he helped her onto the barstool, sliding his hand down her back and completely around her ass now to help her smooth her skirt. He noticed her thong was MISSING! Very nice. She would probably be drunk soon, and never remember that she took it off or the fun they had, and the boys would just be a somewhat-fond-yet-blurry-memory, but for now he just tried to put her usually incredibly boring personality out of his head and savor the moment. Likely this was the most fun they had in nineteen years of marriage, so why spoil it thinking about how generally their sex life was horrible, unadventurous, and infrequent. “God bless booze…” he thought…”makes staying married possible for almost everyone…” She rocked forward and up and he openly massaged her ass now. Anyone behind them who had a view could easily see if they cared to look. He thought he could feel a bit of wetness right through her skirt, and thought later he would have to check her thong IF she kept it. He would rub around her ass cheeks, stopping over her pussy to make circles. Lori just kept right on talking like nothing was going on. Hell, maybe she was getting too far gone from the drink and didn’t even realize it. Ben and Carl couldn’t really see, since as Lori rose up on her stool she blocked their view. They just thought she was leaning in closer to them to hear better, and they didn’t care as it allowed them to steal more looks at her tits. The conversation continued. Lori asked them why they weren’t out with some hot young-things right then, and they replied that they were. What a load of shit, but in her current state she bought right into it, and tossed her head back and told them they really knew how to make a woman feel good. The tequila came. Shots, salt, and lemon wedges. The boys were momentarily nervous. They had seen people drink tequila on TV, but had little idea of what to do. They also heard it was harsh, but they didn’t want to look like amateurs. Lori instructed them to lick the top of one of their wrists, and shake salt on. She did so to demonstrate. Then she licked the salt off her wrist, threw down the shot, and sucked the lemon wedge. The boys followed suit, and then they all moved forward and slapped hands. Her husband had ordered Cabo Wabo, so it was very smo-o-o-oth. The “boys” liked it. As they were shaking hands he firmly circled her pussy with his hand outside her skirt, applying pressure with his fingertips. She wiggled her ass. A good sign. He ordered another round of drinks, although Lori insisted on switching to white wine. Five cosmos by that point were more than enough! He also ordered another round of shots. Ben and Carl were thrilled. The drink made Lori more confident, and she asked them about girlfriends. Ben said he had broken up with his girlfriend of three years, Mandy, just a few weeks ago. Carl chimed in that he had several girls he went out with, but nothing too serious. He had come out to cheer Ben up, and he was very glad Lori’s company was doing just that. Lori mentioned that Ben and Mandy had been together for a pretty long time, and asked what had happened. Ben told her Mandy didn’t want to, “you know, have sex.” Lori just laughed mildly. “What did you DO for three years,” she said. Ben must have been feeling pretty good as well. “She would give me hand jobs, and let me massage her tits and ass, but that was about it,” he replied. “Once, she licked my pole a bit, but she didn’t like it.” “Pole,” Lori thought to herself. What an interesting choice of words. Not stated in an arrogant way, and she liked that. “Hmmm, ‘pole’ sounds good, she thought…” Carl laughed at Ben’s being so forthright, and kidded him, “Hell, Mandy was so hot you must have taken matters into your own hands every night!” Ben blushed. Lori loved that. The drinks came. More tequila. “This time,” Lori stated, “since we know each other so much better, we have to try something different.” She licked both her wrists and put salt on each. Then she put a lemon wedge in her teeth and mumbled “Go on-n-n-n.” Ben’s eyes became large. Carl wasted no time and jumped at the opportunity. He took Lori’s right arm in his left hand and held it up, and his shot glass in his right hand. He licked her wrist, threw down the shot, and tried to suck the lemon. Carl was stunned but excited, however, as he moved in to suck the lemon she moved it back into her mouth with her tongue, forcing him to touch her lips and suck the juice out of her mouth. They looked like they were both trying to eat the same bite of food with their lips touching, and a small amount of juice dripped out and down their chins. Lori’s husband was astonished, as he had NEVER seen her behave this way, but he sure wasn’t complaining. He started to openly squeeze her ass through her skirt as she “sucked face” with Carl in the truest sense of the term. Carl sat back in his stool with a smile from ear to ear. “Now that’s the great way to do a shot of tequila,” Lori exclaimed. Ben was now as red as a strawberry. Lori casually picked up another lemon wedge and put it in her teeth. “Schwell c-c-c-ome on-n-n-n,” she said as best she could through the piece of fruit. Carl reached over and raised her left arm. “Try it Ben, it’s fan-fucking-tastic.” Ben licked her wrist slowly, making eye contact the whole time. Lori rose up on her stool. Her husband silently massaged her ass. Carl cheered them on. Lucky the bar was busy and noisy and few paid them much attention, although one of the bartenders was watching intently. Ben raised his glass in front of her face, smiling broadly. He threw down the shot quickly, paused inches from her lips, and then pushed forward. Again she slipped the fruit into her mouth, but Ben caught her with her tongue still sticking out slightly, so when he sucked he pulled her tongue into his mouth as well. Now Lori looked surprised, but didn’t pull back. She bit down on the fruit and a gush of juice was released and Ben sucked it into his mouth, hitting her tongue as well. Her husband was still in shock. Normally, Lori hated most things ORAL. Kissing was rare, and blowjobs even more so... Ben started laughing as he sucked on her, causing her to respond in kind, and a good deal of juice slobbered out and onto both of them. Carl and her husband clapped and slapped them both on the back. The whole group erupted into a fit of laughter. Lori turned to her husband and asked if he wanted some too. He declined, so she told Carl he would be rewarded for being the most confident, and took both his hands in hers. She turned both his palms face up. “They better be clean!” she shot at him. She then told him to lick his left palm. She shook salt into it, and placed a piece of lemon in his right palm. “Are you ready, handsome?” He nodded yes. She ever-so-slowly licked his left hand, and then pushed out her tongue and more poured than drank the shot into her mouth. She leaned down and licked all around the lemon sitting on Carl’s hand, before she sucked it up in her mouth, swirled it around, and let it slip back into his palm. “Is that another lemon wedge in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” she asked him. Now CARL blushed. “I’m happy to see you,” he quickly replied. “And your soft lips nuzzling on my hand were the stuff of dreams.” “Wet or dry dreams?” she asked. “Wet, definitely wet.” He replied. They giggled. Lori had to go to the restroom again. She said she needed to clean up. Ben and Carl stood up politely as she rose. Of course, it also afforded them a good view of her. She was in good but not great shape, but after those shots they couldn’t care less. “Having a good time fellas?” Her husband asked. “Unbelievable” they both choked out almost in unison. “Are you kidding me!?” added Carl. “Your wife is HOT. You are our hero!” "Hope that is OK to say…” he caught himself and meekly added. “No problem. But don’t get too excited gents. It’s the booze talking tonight. Lori can be brutally boring and a major bitch, although you probably don’t believe that from this encounter. In fact, in nineteen long years this is about the most exciting she has EVER been.” “No way!” “Way.” “Well, she’s making up for it pretty well then?” “Wait’ll you’ve been married for a very long time, and then think back to this night and answer that question for yourself.” After he said it, he wished them both better luck than he had. He still believed in true love and the possibility of happy marriages. Lori had come back. She was holding up surprisingly well given the alcohol. Her husband ordered some shrimp and bruschetta to eat, as well as another round of drinks. Better get a little food in her he thought, although that was a double-edged sword as it would help her for now, but likely come back up sometime during the night or in the morning. He dreaded the thought of what a bitch she would be tomorrow when hung over, but what can you do? He wasn’t going to stop her now. The food and drinks arrived, and they got a kick out of holding the shrimp by the tail as she sucked them in and bit them off aggressively, growling a little each time. He had rubbed down her back again and this time realized she must have taken off her bra! From the boy’s angle of view she must have been silhouetted against the lights in the room behind them and they must be able to see her nipples pretty well. Lori had medium sized breasts, and nice small, sharp nipples that pointed up. Her husband liked them, and always took pleasure in pinching them until she hollered he was being too rough. (And then he’d pinch them some more…) Ben and Carl both had bulges in their pants, and her husband was a bit excited as well from rubbing her as much as he was. At one point as she leaned forward to get a shrimp she put a hand on Ben and Carl’s legs to support herself, and they each supported her by placing a hand on her sides quite near her tits. He thought they likely both came right then and there. The conversation wandered and turned more and more to relationships. He thought they would both choke to death when Lori asked them about favorite sexual positions, although Carl recovered well and said “any one that would involve you.” More bullshit, but again it was working as they could all clearly see her nipples were erect and pointing straight ahead. The bar was thinning out, and it was time for their next shot. “Do something interesting gents” her husband challenged them. Lori’s blouse was fairly open, and Carl was emboldened. He took the lemon and rubbed it all around her chest just above her cleavage, causing her to roll back on the stool and go into a fit of laughter. He threw some salt, spilling a good bit down her front. He licked her, downed the shot, and licked her again to get some lemon. She was laughing, choking and moaning all at the same time, and her husband was pretty sure Carl took the opportunity to check her breast size, if you know what I mean. A crowbar could not have pried Ben’s eyes off them. In fact, his eyes looked glazed over for the moment. Then, not to be outdone, Ben snapped out of it and told Lori to slide her pantyhose down. AMAZINGLY, Lori started shimmying and complied!!! She lowered them so they were just above her knees but still under her skirt so no one in the bar could really tell they were pulled down. She rubbed her hand over Ben’s hair and said, “What do you have in mind, Big Boy?” Lori: At the Restaurant Ben dropped his napkin as a distraction, grabbed the salt and a lemon and got off his stool. He kneeled down in front of Lori as if to retrieve it. Few could see exactly what was going on. Carl tossed his head back in disbelief and laughed. Like lightning, Ben pushed his head up her skirt and licked a thigh and put salt on it. Then he rubbed the lemon on the other side. “Wish I were THAT lemon,” Carl let out. Ben pulled his head out and smiled mischievously. He popped back under, licked the salt, popped back out and swallowed the shot, and then shot back under for the lemon. Lori moaned softly. “I think I just came. What a way to DO a shot,” she said breathlessly. Ben hopped back up looking a little disheveled, but feeling heroic. Lori slid over and kissed him softly on the cheek. “Thank you” she purred. She wiggled her hose back up as discreetly as she could. Carl high-fived Ben. “You’re a God, Man! I never thought you had it in you!” “Bravo!” said Lori’s husband. These boys have potential he thought… Despite the excitement, Lori looked like she was getting tired. She smiled, but yawned, and he knew these as the signs she the alcohol was affecting her greatly, or not-so-greatly depending on your perspective. “Almost time to go fellers” he said. “But we’re just getting started!” they exclaimed. “Yes, but your date is fading fast” he replied. “Tell you what. I would love a few beers and a few games of pool. We don’t live far. How about we run over to our place, and if Lori passes out so be it. I have cold Miller Lights and a decent table, and at least we can shoot a few games and I’ll drop you back off here” Lori’s husband suggested. “Sounds good” Carl anxiously replied. “Besides, you might need help carrying her in the house if she passes out” he jokingly added. “Good deal, and if she DOES pass out you can feel her up as much as you want.” “HEY!” Lori shouted! “Oh come off it, you’d love it you darn slut-goddess” he amusingly retorted. She shot him a nasty glance, or at least as nasty as she could muster. He paid the bill and the group headed out to their SUV. The poor bartenders sure looked sad as they left. It was pretty cold as Lori’s husband got in to drive, and suggested the “boys” help her in the back seat. “Prop her up if she needs it” he cheered. She did not put her coat on, and they threw it into the third row of seats. Ben slid in first holding Lori’s arm and supporting her. Carl was behind, and placed his hands on her ass to push her up into the vehicle. She fired back a glance and a smile as he cupped her and lifted. They sat on either side in the back. It was a large SUV, with three seats, and the interior was leather. “Nice car” said Carl. “Not bad, but gas mileage sucks” Lori’s husband replied. “It’s pretty roomy though. Gotta love that third seat.” “The middle of the second row folds down as an armrest. I always wanted to bend Lori over it and take her, but she’s ALWAYS worried SOMEONE will see.” “Fuck you” Lori chimed in, “Stop talking like that.” “There ya go, the REAL Lori is emerging” he replied to no one in particular. “Pretty hot, but a pain in the ass…” “Asshole” was all she could manage. “What’s that, you want it in your asshole?” he replied. “In your dreams, dickhead” she said. “Don’t I KNOW IT” he mumbled. Ben and Carl looked at each other and were uneasy. “Sorry gents, you shouldn’t have to put up with this. I’ll shut the fuck up” he added. He put the car in gear and started out of the parking lot. It was a dark night. Lori put an arm around each of them in the back. I’ll show that asshole she thought. She turned and began kissing Ben and Carl in turn. Her husband noticed in the rear view mirror. “Have at her, Gents!” he encouraged. Ben and Carl were nervous, but her lips were so soft and hot and inviting. “She took off her bra in the bathroom at the bar for you, so you might as well enjoy what you can” Lori’s husband added. LORI was now nervous. Ben and Carl were a great tag team. As Lori would turn towards one and kiss them, the other would slide a hand up and over her blouse and stroke her tits. As she would turn to say stop it, the one stroking her would start kissing and the other would feel her breasts. And so it went for a few minutes. She was like a person watching a tennis match, moving her head from side-to-side trying to keep up with the action. Carl, no surprise, was the first to make a move. As Lori was kissing Ben deeply Carl gently slid one hand over her tits and the other up her thigh. Lori snapped around to holler at him and he started to kiss her right away and took his hand off her breast, but he continued to move up her thigh. She SEEMED like she was trying to protest, but she also SEEMED to be getting very short of breath and moaning softly. Ben was reluctant but saw her husband turning his head to the back seat and smiling and nodding yes at him. He figured it was now or never, and started to unbutton her blouse. Lori struggled a bit to turn from Carl, who had her in a lip lock, as Ben had opened three buttons with just one to go that was above her waistband. Geeze, Carl and she were REALLY going at it. He had never seen such hot kissing. She finally broke away from Carl and turned to Ben. Their eyes met for what seemed like a minute, and then he enveloped her mouth in his. “Hot damn” her husband said. “She likes that boy’s mouth, Carl.” Carl saw her shirt opened and moved right in. He grabbed one tit with his hand and one with his mouth, and continued to move up her skirt with the other hand. “I’ve been rubbing her all night Boys, so you have to let me know just how wet she is!” her husband called over the seat. Lori tried to pry herself loose but they were just too entangled. The thought of what she was doing was sobering, but hell, her asshole husband was right there and couldn’t care less so what the fuck… She had forgotten just how strong young men could be. Carl was sucking her tit like he wanted fresh milk, and Ben’s tongue, long and strong, was so far down her throat he must be hitting her intestines. Ben had joined Carl moving up her opposite thigh, and she tried to move her hands down to stop their progress but she just couldn’t seem to find them under her skirt. Maybe it was dark or maybe she just liked it too much. As her head was spinning, she felt the car stop. Her husband had pulled into the back of a dark parking lot where the car was out of sight of the world, and was now turning around to see full-on what was going on in the back seat. He would tell them to knock it off she thought. By now, Carl had reached her pussy, and gasped as he realized she had no underwear beneath her pantyhose. “I thought she had a thong” he blurted out to no one in particular. From the driver’s seat she heard “She took it off in the bar, knucklehead. She wants you.” Lori tried to say no and stop them, but it was like she was in a dream. Carl pressed on, rubbing the front of her snatch, and now she could feel another hand making its way up. She flipped her head back and forth from Carl to Ben as she felt a hand on each tit and one on each side of her pussy. “P-P-P-P-lease” she moaned. “S-s-s-s-top now, I’m old enough to be your mother…” “No you’re not” was all she heard in reply. They pressed on. Her shirt was torn open and her tits popped out. Her nipples ached mostly from being erect and now from being manipulated and pinched. She couldn’t even tell whose tongue was being thrust down her throat anymore, and she didn’t care as they all tasted fresh and virile and animated. Her legs were spread wide, and her hose were torn open. She struggled and moaned, but the assault continued. “Make her cum hard gents” was all she heard from the front seat. Her legs were raised and her hose were roughly pulled off now. “You hot bitch” was whispered in her ear in an urgent tone, followed by a wet tongue. “We’re going to fuck you h-a-a-r-r-d-d.” Fingers were rubbing her pussy lips, and first one, and then quickly two fingers were pushed in. “Damn, she’s wet!” someone blurted out. Her husband was pleased. He didn’t want all his efforts to have been in vain tonight. His cock was rock hard watching these two young gents roam all over his wife. Ever respectful, they would look to him before they would venture into a new area making sure he nodded his consent. As they were ready to finger her pussy he waited to several seconds to see if they would hold off waiting for his “OK.” They did. Good gents. He would have to have the over again for a drink and more of the same… Her legs were now raised up with each being firmly held, causing her to slide down in the seat. Both Ben and Carl focused their mouths on her nipples, and with their other hands each had a pussy lip to rub and pinch. “She needs more experience sucking cock” came front the front seat. Carl smiled evilly as he grabbed her hair and turned her head towards his crotch. “See how happy I am to see you” he said as he pulled her into his lap. Ben took both legs and flipped her around so she found herself kneeling up on the seat with her head in Carl’s lap. Ben, paying no heed, ran both his hands up her legs and over her ass cheeks. He squeezed and pinched and loved it as she tried to avoid his hands and bucked constantly. Her husband now reached back and slapped at her buttocks. Ben smiled at him and pushed her skirt up so her ass was fully exposed. “Thank you, Sir…much obliged” was offered. Carl had pulled out a 6” cock that was at least 3” around. His loose fitting jeans hadn’t suggested he was packing such a monster. He grabbed the back of her neck and squeezed until she started to holler, and then pushed his cock into her mouth. She had trouble getting the thick head past her lips. “Pretend it’s a lemon wedge, bitch” he offered. She took it in, and tried to close her lips around it quickly as she didn’t want it going any further. Ben was now shoving three thick fingers in her wet pussy, stroking in and out constantly, while Carl grabbed and pulled at her tits, and her husband spanked her harshly. “Suck it bitch”…” Are you enjoying it bitch”…” Have you been a bad bitch?” They were all calling her a bitch, but she didn’t seem to mind. At this point her pussy spasmed and she flexed and tightened her muscles on Ben’s fingers. She screamed as wave after wave of her orgasm hit her. She had NEVER cum this much! Carl pushed his cock all the way to the back of her throat, and started shooting a ton of sticky cum past her tonsils. “It’s not lemon juice, don’t spill a drop bitch” was all he said. Her husband seemed to notice her cum and his spanking got much harder, and he rubbed his hand over her ass and around her asshole. That she was sober enough to remember, she only let him ass-fuck her a couple of times early in their life together after he had closed a big deal and made some money, and she thought maybe their marriage COULD work, but not in the last six or seven years. While it wasn’t the worst thing, her upbringing suggested such things simply were not “normal” and a lady should NEVER do it. She didn’t like that he was rubbing her there now, but she couldn’t do much about it. The fact that she had an orgasm was like somebody blowing a trumpet to “Charge!” She found herself being pushed over to suck Ben’s rock-hard cock, and Carl was shoving what felt like his whole hand up her slit. Ben was even bigger than Carl, and she wondered how she hadn’t noticed such a monster! Ben twisted her hair and grabbed the sides of her head and led her up and down his cock rapidly. Carl had shoved his face in her crotch and was licking her pussy and clit like she was the last ice cream cone on the planet. At least her husband’s slapping had stopped. “Alright gents, let’s change our strategy here” came from the driver. Lori thought he was FINALLY going to put an end to this and she fell back on the seat and started to breath deeply. “Ben, climb back to the third row of seating. Carl, you’re hard again, sit down in the middle of the second row and lift that bitch onto your cock. Ben, as she falls forward, make her suck you till you come out her neck.” The boys took orders well and quickly she was impaled on Carl and bent over the seat sucking Ben. They were getting into a pretty good rhythm, and her juices were flowing again. Then she felt it. That asshole! He was pushing two fingers up her little bunghole. He had rubbed around her crack for lubrication and now he was violating her in a way HE knew she HATED. She tried to struggle but with Ben’s hands driving her face, and Carl’s mouth sucking down one nipple and his hands pulling and stretching the other one, she couldn’t do much. She tried to scream at him, but it was muffled on Ben’s cock and they all enjoyed her struggles. “Well, time for me to have some fun along with you.” He put his legs over the seats and positioned himself behind her. Then he rubbed the head of his dick up and down her crack. “Nice job, guys. I’ve never made her this wet!” He was gentle for a few seconds, pushing the head of his cock in, and then he rammed forward and she felt for a moment like she was ripping. She hollered into Ben’s cock and he LOVED IT. Carl could feel her tense, and this made her pussy feel that much tighter. He LOVED IT. Her husband was nailing her for al he was worth, and it felt GREAT. Soon they all hit a rhythm, and she hated to admit it, but they all came together. She swallowed about a gallon of cum from Ben. Carl shot so much she thought he was pissing in her pussy, and her husband came so much in her ass she shit it out for a two weeks. They flipped her over, and Carl and her husband made her clean them off while Ben reached around and played with her tits. She was humiliated, and ready to kill them, but she passed out after a few minutes from the sex and the booze. He drove on home and got the camera and took a few pictures to remember the evening. Then he drove the gents back to the restaurant and their car. He took her home and fucked her some more, which was abut all she remembered, or at least all that she would ADMIT remembering, but she sure seemed to jump when he mentioned the names Ben and Carl. The SUV had to be cleaned four times, but that was a labor of love, if you know what I mean… Lori doesn’t know it, but he has arranged to meet Ben and Carl on their next anniversary. We’ll have to let you know how that turns out…