0 comments/ 23368 views/ 2 favorites Loving Cole By: lovelykate Kate stroked the cue stick, grinning to herself as the shaft slipped back and forth between her fingers. She loved the game of pool. Tonight, after two glasses of beer, sexual innuendo seemed to be spinning through her mind. Kate chuckled. Sticks and balls and holes waiting to be filled up. She wasn't usually so crass. Leaning against the pool table, she carefully took aim. In one fluid movement, the tip of the cue stick collided with the chalk-stained white ball, causing a chain reaction on the felt-covered table surface. Her friends groaned with amused frustration as Kate's one shot sent three solid-colored balls into three different pockets. She smiled broadly. "Don't worry ladies. If you can't pay your bets up front, I'd be happy to accept personal checks, providing you can show two forms of identification." "Easy shot, Kate." Her partner for that round chipped in. She winked. The eight ball was poised on the very edge of the pocket. She leaned forward, her left arm against the table, her right hand gripping the end of the cue stick. Kate licked her lips, adjusted her aim, and felt something slap against her bottom. She lurched forward. It was just enough to swat the ball in the wrong direction. As luck would have it, the white ball rolled slowly towards the side pocket, hovered on the edge for a scant moment, and then plummeted to the bottom with a pronounced clack. "Who did that?" She spoke slowly, drawing out the words. Her friends had grins on their faces. "He did." Joan, who had been on the opposite team, nodded her head in the direction of another table. "Sure, Joan. You know the rules. No cheating. That'll be the 20 dollars we agreed upon." Kate stuck out her hand, palm up. "No way. It really was that guy." Kate looked to her partner, who nodded. "He bumped into you on his way to the table." "Which one is he?" She asked. "He's the tall guy, with the blue shirt on." Kate turned in the direction her friend indicated. All that she saw was a pair of broad shoulders talking to a waitress. Her eyes narrowed. Clumsy jerk or not, she figured that he owed her $20 for making her lose the game. "I'll be right back." She heard her friends laugh. Apparently, the prospect of her confronting the man amused them. He turned slightly, and caught sight of her approaching him. She looked annoyed, to say the least. He grinned. The cute little blonde was cocky, to say the least. Tantalized at first by the way her round ass looked bent over the pool table and encased in tight denim, he had drawn close to get a better look. When he heard her bragging to her friends before her last shot, however, he couldn't help himself. He had walked by her, his hand making delicious contact with her firm rear, causing her to miss the shot. Kate marched up to the stranger. Between the beer she'd drunk and the U2 that was blasting through the pool hall, the blood was pumping through her veins. She stood behind him, realizing belatedly that he was almost a foot taller than she was. No matter. She tapped him on his shoulder. He turned around to face her, slowly. She breathed in abruptly. He was a giant. His shoulders must have been at least two and a half feet wide. She tilted her head up. Good God. Men should not have faces like that. His eyes were a deep indigo, framed by long, black eyelashes. He smiled and his teeth flashed white against his tan. His nose was straight and narrow; his chin was strong. He was the best-looking man she had ever seen. Period. His eyebrows shot up as she continued to stare at him, befuddled. His voice was deep, amused, "Can I help you?" Kate snapped to attention, feeling silly for having gawked at him. "You made me miss my last shot." "I know. I did it on purpose." He moved in closer. She smelled his cologne. He was delectable and she had trouble concentrating. "I beg your pardon?" "I heard you talking. You're too cocky for your own good." Her eyes lit up. He grinned at her reaction. She was riled, "Who do you think you are?" It was getting easier to ignore how handsome he was. "Let me tell you something, we were playing for money. I think you owe me the $20 I lost." "Really?" He moved closer, towering above her and pushing her into a corner. She gulped. Lost all desire to argue. His mouth was near her ear, his body pressed against hers. "Tell me your name." "Kate," she whispered. The scent of him combined with the feel of his hard body pressed against hers made her weak. "I have an idea, Kate. Do you want to know what it is?" His tongue traced the delicate shell of her ear. She nodded. "I think you should let me work it off." "Oh. That's your idea?" "Yeah. Don't you like it? He moved against her. She felt his cock, hard against her stomach, and moaned involuntarily. "I think you like it my idea, Kate." He nuzzled her neck, and her hands grasped his shirt to keep her from falling. Kate turned her head to the side, to allow him better access. Her eyes opened, slowly, and when they came into focus, she saw her friends, clustered around the pool table, gawking. With a start, she realized that her lust-stunned befuddlement was robbing her of her ability to communicate, to think, to control herself. "Who are you?" "My name is Cole." Little by little, she was coming out of the trance he had created. "Your mother must have read romance novels." He chuckled in response. "What did you have in mind, Cole?" Her lips turned up in a siren's smile. She ran her hands up his chest and watched his eyes darken. "I think you know what I'm up to, Kate." Her red mouth held his gaze and the lush breasts she pressed against his chest were driving him wild. He wanted to tear into her clothes and rip them off with his teeth. He had never felt so savage before. "About seven inches?" Her eyelashes fluttered innocently. He grabbed her hips in his hands, and pulled her up to meet him, pelvis to pelvis. "Try again." Kate's eyes nearly crossed. "Kiss me." He wrapped her legs around his waist. She curled her arms around his neck and their lips met. Cole's tongue plundered her mouth. She met his kiss with a fire equal to his own. "I want you." She sounded surprised. "Really?" He sounded amused, "Kate, look down." She complied, and realized belatedly that she was about four feet above the ground. "You should put me down, Cole." "Will you be with me tonight, Kate?" He slid her down his long length. She leaned against the wall for support. His hands rested on her waist. Reality began to set in. "I've never done anything like this before." Her voice was uncertain. "Neither have I. I don't know you." He smiled, "you might be dangerous." "Are you willing to take the chance?" "Absolutely." She made up her mind. "Meet me at the bar in ten minutes." His lips touched hers briefly, and then she swept by him. * "After the scene that we just caused, I had no trouble convincing them that all the beer I drank gave me a headache." She smiled, "I am going to hear about this for weeks, you know." She wriggled in closer to him in the back of the cab. His fingers trailed along her thigh. "Well, then, you should give them something to talk about." Inch by inch, his fingers moved further up her leg. "Cole," she moaned quietly as he touched her hot core. He stroked along the seam of her tight jeans, stimulating her clitoris. "Cole, we can't do this in the cab." She moaned again, uncontrollably, this time a little louder. "Why not?" His hand cupped her vagina, burning through the fabric of her pants. His index finger moved in tight circles over her clit. She buried her face in the smooth leather of his jacket, incapable of stopping him, unable to control her sounds of pleasure. She was coming. There was no more argument for her as her body quivered. Cole felt how wet she was through her pants. She began to shake uncontrollably. On a deep intake of breath, she came, quietly. Her back arched against him. He slowed the rhythm of his fingers, bringing her back down to earth. "We're here." He spoke. She looked at him, mute. Her eyes were liquid. He quickly paid the cab driver and pulled her gently from the cab. "Can you walk?" "Yes." They moved hand in hand to the building. "Where are your keys, honey?" She pressed them into his hand. He opened the door and swung her up into his arms. She clutched at his neck. "Down the hall, Cole." He moved swiftly. Cole fumbled with the keys for a moment, moved into the apartment, and kicked the door closed behind them. "Cole," she murmured, "I think that you are the most handsome man I have ever met." "Sure, honey." He smiled down into her eyes. She slid down his body. "It's true." Her hands held both of his behind his back. She backed him against the wall. "You're the first man who's made me feel this way." "Which way is that?" "Savage. Elemental." Kate ground her hips against his, rocking back and forth slowly. He moaned. "Do you like this, baby?" He grunted in acknowledgement. His cock pushed against her. "Do you want to fuck me?" She increased her tempo. He moaned his assent. "Honey, if you want me inside of you, you better get me to the bedroom fast. Unless you want the first time to be in the hallway." They moved together, driven by a need that they had been stoking all night. He pulled her tight sweater over her head and dropped it to the floor. She ripped his shirt open, the buttons flying all over her bedroom. Kate quickly wriggled out of her jeans, as Cole followed suit. She stood before him, clad only in black lace panties. He could smell her desire. Her eyes roamed over his body, and stopped at his thick penis. Her mouth formed a round O of surprise. "Cole," she gulped, suddenly sober. "I am not very experienced with men. You are absolutely huge." Fully erect, his penis must have been at least 9 inches long and as thick around as a beer bottle. "How on earth is that going to fit?" "Don't worry about that, baby. I promise that you are going to love my cock." He smiled and pulled her into his arms. "You have the sexiest woman I have ever held. My cock has been hard from the moment I laid eyes on you." She began to relax in his arms. He pulled her closer for a gentle kiss. Cole moved her until the backs of her knees hit the bed. "Lay down sweetheart." She was incredible. Her breasts were perfect, he thought, as his tongue toyed with one sweetly pink nipple. She arched her back and moaned his name. He cupped her breasts with his hands. They were so large for such a small woman. "Baby." He kissed her turgid nipples, and moved to her mouth, where her tongue slowly drove him mad. Cole fingers worked magic on her breasts as he kissed his way down her neck. "You are so beautiful." His mouth enveloped her nipple as he sucked hard. Kate's legs wrapped around his waist, crushing her wet, hot pussy against his hard flesh. "You're breasts are perfect. Slow down a little, honey." He kissed down her stomach as he took hold of her legs and spread them wide. "I bet that you taste really good." Kate screamed when she felt his tongue on her pussy. "Just like I thought, honey, you taste good." He draped her legs over his shoulders. Cole licked one of his fingers, "My cock is going to be in you soon, baby, just like this." Slowly, he inserted his thick middle finger into her waiting, dripping cunt. She rocked against him, enthralled. "Do you like that?" "Mmm." She moaned. He began to pump his finger in and out of her tight sheath. "Cole," she cried, "oh, honey." His tongue moved over her sensitive clit and she screamed again. When his finger slowly rimmed her anus, she came in a flood on his face. "Fuck me. Baby, fuck my pussy. I want you in me." Helpless to deny her plea, Cole rose up over her. He took her mouth in his, as he moved the head of his thick cock to nestle against her waiting vagina. She wailed with need, arching against him. Slowly, he moved into her. Kate opened beneath him, enveloping his penis tightly. Her cunt was like a fist. She squeezed him as he moved within her. "Katie," he groaned, "you're so fucking tight." She moaned in response. "Your cock feels so good, Cole. Fill me up with it." He thrust deeply. She felt the head of his penis pressing against her cervix. "Oh Cole," her eyes closed and tears seeped out. He felt her vagina contracting around his cock. She climaxed with a shudder and a long moan. Unaware of the tears streaking down her face, she urged him on, "Fuck me baby. I can take it. I want it hard." He grabbed her hips in his hands and began to thrust. "Harder, Cole." In and out he pounded. His heavy testicles slapped against her ass as his cock drove into her tight vagina. "Yes, baby, yes." She rose to meet him. The bed was rocking with the force of their fierce, animalistic fucking, striking the wall rhythmically. Her legs clamped around his waist as she screamed her release. Her pussy grasped his cock, squeezing it, stroking it as he fucked her. He moved his hips against hers, his cock buried to the hilt within her. Her quaking vagina erupted into orgasm again as he rocked his cock slowly, grinding the head against her cervix. Cole threw his head back as he thrust one final time. His yell accompanied her deep moans as he came inside of her, spewing his hot load into her waiting warmth. Neither one of them could speak; the pleasure was so intense. Cole collapsed on her, and she delighted in the feel of his heavy body pressing her into the sheets. He nuzzled her neck and she sighed aloud in contentment. They drifted in and out of sleep. He knew he was too heavy for her. Cole scooped her into his arms, and turned them about. Kate slept peacefully, an idyllic smile on her beautiful face. He arranged her comfortably on his chest. She murmured. "What's that honey?" "Cole," her voice was a sleepy whisper, "I really liked your idea." He smiled into the darkness. Loving Couple I look over to you as I walk into the bedroom. You lay in the bed reading; red glasses propped up on the tip of your nose. You glance over to me, as I unbutton my jeans, and lick your lips. "Does it turn you on, watching me undress?" I ask accusingly. You smirk and look back to your book. "How about if I do it more slowly" I ask, grabbing your attention again. I draw my t-shirt up over my torso and toss it to the ground, watching you the whole time. I then thrust my hands down my jeans, pulling them down in the process, leaving only my boxers. "Would you like me to take these off as well?" I ask presumptuously. You smirk again, feeling the wetness between your legs growing. The look tells me all I need to know; I put my hands under my boxers, thumbs hooked over the outside, and slowly slide them down my legs, revealing myself completely. I pull back the sheets from my side of the bed, revealing a sliver of your body as I climb underneath. You are wearing a small cotton pyjama top and briefs. I slide over to you and push the full length of my body against yours. "I guess you want me to return the favour then?" you ask cheekily, pretending to be put out. You then lean towards me, place your hand on my face to draw me in closer and kiss me full on the lips. I let out a very soft groan, which makes you smile and encourages you to gently lick my upper lip, inviting me in. I open my mouth and thrust my tongue out to meet yours. Our tongues entwine and twist together lustfully as I slide my hand up your thigh to rest it on your stomach. You run your hands down my chest and grab my bum to pull me tighter as we flick our tongues against each other's. We become lost in each other's touch, our hot breath mixing, rubbing hands over whatever we can reach. When you feel me growing hard against your groin, you place your hands on my chest to gently push me away and slide out of the bed. I love the way you can completely distract me from what I'm doing in a split second. Before I know what has happened I somehow find myself out of bed and putting on a little show for you. I don't really know what I'm doing but I can see you're enjoying it. I just imagine all the things you are going to do to me once I lay myself back down beside you. It gives me confidence, somehow. I want you to hold my body close and feel your mouth on my skin; to make me gasp and swoon. One look from you takes away all of my doubt and hang-ups and lets me just be me. You look gorgeous standing before me, head-to-toe; your face clear and rosy cheeked. Your plump lips, firm breasts and slim body all make me crazy for you as I watch. You look upon me lovingly as you run your fingertips up your thighs and then slide your hands up across your stomach, pulling your top with them and lifting it over your head. Your breasts bounce playfully as they are released from the fabric. Your long dark hair is now draped down over your shoulders and onto your chest, partially concealing your hard, pink nipples. "You look incredible!" I exclaim. You blush and shake your head, "I can't do it in a sexy way" you explain. I then instruct you, and you do as I ask. "Turn around... Put your hands down the back of your pants... OK, now slide them down your legs". You reveal your soft, round bum to me as you bend over. "OK, now pull them all the way down to your feet." You giggle as you do exactly as I say, opening your legs slightly to show me all of yourself. I can't help but lay open mouthed in the bed watching your little show; it is such a turn-on when you act confident and sexy. I then slide over to you and place my feet on the floor either side of your body. I explore your behind with my hands and mouth and you let out a sigh, placing your hands on the facing wall to steady yourself as you bend over for me. You open your legs wider as I slide my hands up and down between your thighs, teasingly diverting along the edge of your bum and away from where you want my fingers to be. Just as you become impatient, I grab your cheeks and gently pull them apart as I slide my tongue slowly along your mound. I barely make contact, but it is enough for you to let out a groan of relief and pleasure. You let out more moans as I repeat this motion, going deeper and deeper into your sex each time, tasting your nectar. I then run both hands up along your stomach to your breasts, gently squeezing them as I flick my tongue around the outside of your opening. After fondling your soft breasts and gently rubbing your nipples, I slide my hands back down your stomach to rest on your hips as I pull you hard against my face. I plunge the whole of my tongue into your warmth, eliciting a muffled cry from you as you bend further over, allowing me greater access. You feel me twisting and pulsing deep inside of you, pushing you toward bliss. As you feel yourself getting close, you slowly stand up and turn to face me, placing your hands on my neck and shoulders; partly to show affection, partly to steady yourself. "Let me do something for you now" you say with a smile. I look deep into your eyes as I slowly push you back to onto the bed and lay my body on top of yours. Closing my eyes, I hunt for your lips with mine and kiss you softly, and then not-so-softly. Working my way across your cheek and up your neck, I nibble gently on the lobe and then stick my tongue in your ear. You let out a groan and shiver slightly, tightening your arms around my waist. I run my hands slowly down your chest and stomach, following them with my lips and tongue; licking and kissing my way along your skin. When I reach your privates, I find the damp patch on your waist showing your excitement. I run my finger through the pool and have a taste, looking up at you wide-eyed while sucking on my finger. You can't help but smile down at me, making me smile back up to you. I continue my journey down your body and run my hands along your shaft, following them with a pecked kisses all the way down. I lick you slowly all the way back up to the tip, forcing a long groan from you as I do. I take you in my right hand and stroke gently as I reach under the bed with my left to find a small red bottle. I squeeze some strawberry lube onto the head of your penis and slide both hands down your length one after the other, coating all of you. I rub your tip with one hand as I pump with the other, causing you to grow even harder in my hands. As your enjoyment grows, I start to gently lick the underside, working my way up, then taking you into my mouth and swirling my tongue around the tip. You run your fingers through my hair and rest your hand on my head, encouraging my efforts. I take you deeper into my mouth, tasting the salty-sweetness. I sense you reaching your peak and grip your shaft firmer, pumping quicker and following the motion with my mouth. "Ohh! Slow down babe, I'm not finished with you yet" you call out, placing your hand over mine to slow my thrusts. You sit up again and reach for my lips with your tongue, kissing me passionately before laying me down on the bed alongside you and then continuing to explore my mouth with yours. I kiss you as I slide my leg up between your thighs and press against your groin, and you grind against the pressure. I follow this motion with by sliding my hand up your stomach to squeeze your boobs and then take your nipple into my mouth, suckling on it causing you to arch your back towards me. I take both of your breasts into my hands and caress them as I move between the two with my mouth, sucking on your nipples and flicking them with my tongue. You reach down to grab my crotch in your hand, rubbing back and forth. I move myself on top of you, one knee between your legs, to allow us better access to each other. I slide my hand from your firm breast down your side and grab your bum, then slowly up between your thighs plunging my fingers straight into you. You raise your pelvis up as I penetrate you for the first time and then relax again and continue rubbing your hands between my legs. I insert a second finger into your folds and begin to rub my thumb on your clit; your hands speed up and I do the same. "Oh that feels so good" you purr, before grabbing my bum and pulling me towards you. "I want you inside of me. Make love to me." I do as you say and move my other leg between your knees, pulling them apart and laying my body on top of yours. You squeeze my bum as I slide my length into you, I grown loudly feeling your warmth envelop me. I pull back and enter again gently a few times to work my way completely inside of you, then stay still for a few seconds, just to feel you. I pull nearly all the way out of you, just leaving my tip, and then thrust all the way back into you again. We both moan in unison as I repeat my thrusts, increasing the speed to match your heavy breaths. As I penetrate you, you grab my face and pull me into you to kiss my open mouth, sucking my tongue out to meet yours and flicking yours around it. As your pleasure starts to plateau, you push me off of you and roll onto your hands and knees, looking back to me and smiling as you wiggle your bum at me. I accept your invitation and rub my penis along your damp lips. You take over, grasping me to direct me to your entrance as I push into you. I thrust hard into you so that it causes a slap each time. Our moans grow louder again; I reach forward for your boobs and squeeze them as I enter you. When I feel you reaching you peak, I release your breasts and grab hold of your hips to push faster and harder into your behind. You cry loudly as you reach climax and I feel your body shake in my hands. I follow shortly after and, for a few blissful seconds, we are one, lost in each other. I slow my thrusts very gradually, to extend our pleasure, then hold myself inside of you a little longer before slowly pulling out. You collapse underneath me and I follow suit, spooning you and wrapping my arms across your chest and stomach. We take a few seconds to slow our breathing and then both say "I love you, babe" and laugh, before we fall asleep with you in my arms. Loving Couple Adventures Sherrie and I didn't go out very often, but tonight we found a babysitter, and were heading up to one of our favorite bars to see a local band we had heard some good things about. We decided to go out to a semi-fancy dinner first, so I got dressed in a shirt, tie and dress slacks, figuring I could dress down a little by losing the tie after dinner. I was of course ready first, so I sat on the couch in front of the TV and flipped through a couple of games. On time (amazingly) Sherrie called out that she was ready. I turned off the TV and headed for the front door. The sight that greeted me took my breath away. In the 15 years or so that I have known my wife, I cannot think of a time that she looked hotter. She wore her below the shoulder length auburn hair swept into an up do. She had on a red cocktail dress that I had never seen before. It came down to just above her knees (a little shorter than she usually wore) and had spaghetti straps that showed off her flawless skin, exposed as it was by her choice of hair style. The scooped front exposed some cleavage, but the look was classy, not slutty. She topped off the look with black nylons, and was stooped over slipping on the second of her 4 inch, strappy red heels. She looked amazing, and I gave out a little wolf whistle to let her know I thought so. "You like?" she asked playfully, doing a little twirl once both shoes were in place. "I like it so much I'm thinking about ordering in and then locking you in the bedroom with me." "I didn't buy this dress for no-one to see me in it. We went through the trouble of finding a baby sitter, making reservations, and getting dressed up. We are going out tonight. Besides," she said with her trademark sexy smirk, "if you show me a good time tonight, I may just show you one, if you know what I mean." I was about to make sexy comment to continue the banter, but before I could open my mouth she pulled me in close and kissed me on the lips. I closed my eyes and succumbed to the incredible sexy woman that now stood enveloped in my arms. She ran her fingers through my hair, and parted my lips with her tongue. As our tongues danced across each other's lips, I slid my hands down her back until they rested on her bottom. As soon as they settled there, she broke the kiss and said "We have to go or we'll be late." She turned and walked out the front door, glancing back over her shoulder in enjoyment as I adjusted my semi erect penis before following her into the night. She had been a sexual creature as long as I have known her. We met in college, belonging to a group of people that would show up regularly to see a particular band that played at one of the local bars. The bar didn't card, so it was a popular hangout, but there were a group of about 10-15 of us that were hardcore into the band, and were there for the music more so than just the chance to underage drink. Sherrie and I actually didn't date back in college. We both graduated and went our separate ways, but when that band was having a goodbye show when they broke up a few years later, it brought the old crowd back together. A couple of years older and wiser, we realized we were perfect for each other, and started dating. We have been together ever since. Sherrie was about 5' 5, 140 pounds. She may not have had a models body, but she did have sexy curves and knew how to carry herself to full effect. Her 34 C breasts were just about the perfect size, and her deep blue eyes competed with her pouty lips for your attention. I admired the sway of her dress as she walked to the car, and hustled past her so I could open the door for her before she got in. I was rewarded with the sight of the skirt climbing up to mid thigh, giving me just a taste of the nylon heaven I loved. I walked around and got into the car, and she playfully locked the door before I could open it. She gave me a little "oops I did it again" hand over an exaggeratedly open moth, before finally relenting and letting me in. As I pulled the car out of the driveway, and headed out into the night, she snuggled up close on my arm. "I love you so much Kevin. I'm so glad we got drunk that night and hooked up. I can't imagine a life more perfect than the one I have with you." "I know how you feel. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine life could be this good." We drove in silence, fingers entwined, the rest of the way to the Italian bistro I had selected. We were actually a couple of minutes early (I usually pad our start time to allow for Sherrie's habitual tardiness), so we went to the crowded bar area for a quick drink. The bar was full, so we ended up standing by a side table as we drank our drinks. She flirted with me with her eyes as she sipped on her straw, and I basked in the glow of being with the woman that the entire bar, male and female, was wishing they could go home with. It was finally our turn to be seated, so we pushed through the crowd to follow the hostess to our table. We chatted about how romantic the atmosphere was, and how we wished the server would get here so we could order some wine. As if on cue, a good looking, college age kid appeared, and announced he would be taking care of us. I saw a familiar twinkling in Sherrie's eyes, and was not at all surprised when she said in a flirtatious lilt, "I'll bet you'd take care of me just fine." The poor kid turned beet red, and stumbled through the rest of his spiel. Sherrie let him off the hook by toning it down and played it straight as we ordered an appetizer and a bottle of Shiraz. "You should ease up on the kid. I don't think he's used to that kind of attention coming from a woman as hot and refined as you are. We do want him to come back with our food and drinks after all." "Sorry, I guess that was a little over the top. I don't know what it is, but tonight, I feel really horny. I mean really horny. I feel like I'm back in college again." Wow. That was horny. She wasn't promiscuous in college, just wild. She dated a lot, but was a serial monogamous. She was known to be up for anything back then (even girls). Being a close friend, I knew most of her old war stories, and they really kind of turned me on. Our relationship was more mature, and of course we had the kid, house and careers to think about, so we tended to not do all of the crazy sexual stuff that she got into back in the day. Not that our sex life wasn't great, we just weren't doing it in public parks, or having three ways, or sneaking off to the bathroom in a restaurant. We confined ourselves to the bedroom, and concentrated on making the roof shake. But I did love to hear her, even now, recount some of her earlier adventures. If she was that hot already after only one drink before dinner, this could turn out to be an interesting night. The waiter came back with the wine, and did the wine presentation. He then went ahead and placed my napkin on my lap, and seemed to hesitate before turning to do the same to Sherrie. "Don't worry, I won't bite," she said. He still seemed unsure, but went about his task anyway, only to stop in the middle of placing the napkin on her lap. He quickly regained his composure, put down the napkin, and walked away flustered again. "What did you do the poor boy now?" I asked, unsure if I wanted to know the answer. "Well, it wasn't my fault," she said playfully, "but this darn dress somehow rode almost all the way up. I do believe that 'poor' young man is going to be jacking off tonight to an image of my underwear." I nearly spit out the wine I was drinking as she giggled hysterically. A few minutes later, the appetizer arrived, brought out by a food runner instead of our server. As I started working on the calamari, I felt the gentlest of touches around my ankle. Sherrie was making a show of concentrating on her food, and looking around the restaurant, but the unmistakable feeling of her foot slowly rising, rubbing, fondling my calf was starting to work its magic. I wondered what her plan was as she ran her foot up the length of my thigh. She finally made eye contact again as her foot groped around my crotch and made contact with my again semi erect penis. She wiggled her toes, moving them up and down the shaft, and then rubbed the arch of her foot slowly over the length of my shaft. This was obviously not her first under the table foot job, although it was mine. She was in complete control, touching me just enough to keep me fully aroused, but being subtle enough to not bring me to climax. Halfway through the appetizer, the waiter re-emerged to check to make sure everything was ok. Sherrie looked in straight in the eye and told him everything was wonderful, all the while continuing to jack me off with her nylon covered foot under the table in his presence. She said I would order for us, and then of course increased her pressure slightly (not enough to make me come) as I struggled though the order. I'm pretty sure he had an inkling of what was going on, because when he asked if there was anything else we needed, he arched his eyebrows. Mercifully, Sherrie removed her foot from my crotch, and our conversation veered to more mundane topics. I of course didn't need a sexual component to be enchanted by my wife, and was so lost in our conversation that I didn't realize that we had killed the first bottle of wine until our entrees arrived. We order a second bottle, and then savored the food, atmosphere and company. Bradley, our waiter,of course came back to make sure everything was ok, but sensing she had given him enough spank material, Sherrie left him alone for the rest of the meal. We leisured over the second bottle, and declined desert. It was about time to go do our second favorite activity together: hear live music. Bradley dropped off the check, and as I worked on paying it, Sherrie excused herself to go freshen up. When she came back, she was aglow. "I didn't think the kid had it in him," was all she could say, stifling a giggle. "What are you talking about?" "Bradley cut me off on the way to the restroom. He was looking like he was about to have a heart attack, so I put my hand on his arm and asked if everything was ok. He gave me a kind of half smile, and then handed me a piece of paper. I opened it up, and it had his phone number on it. He said he knew I was a happily married woman, but if I was ever interested, he most definitely was." "What did you do?" "I put the number in my purse. I told him I was about to go into the bathroom to pull of my panties so I could get good and fucked by my husband's huge cock out in his parking lot. I kissed him on the cheek and told him he was sweet, and if I ever decided I needed a little more cock in my life, I would definitely give him a call." "And how exactly did young Bradley respond to that," I asked. "He didn't say anything. I'm pretty sure he came in his pants." We both burst out laughing. We got up from the table, and I threw a few extra dollars into the bill to cover the cost of poor Bradley's dry cleaning. We walked out into the cooling night air arm in arm. "Oh, I almost forgot," Sherrie said, reaching into her purse for something. The next thing I knew her hand was down inside my pocket. I reached in and felt the soft silk of her panties. "I wasn't kidding about taking those off." When we got to the car, I made like I was going to open her door again, but instead pushed her up against the outside of her car door. I leaned in before she could object and kissed her passionately. Our tongues explored each other mouths, and I reached my hand under her skirt to see exactly what kind of game she was playing. I held our kiss despite what I found. She was wearing a garter belt and stockings. She would wear them for me when we were having sex, but only in the privacy of our own home. I would encourage her from time to time to wear them when we would get dressed up, but she claimed they didn't work for her unless they were part of a lingerie ensemble. Tonight, without me even asking, she had included them in her semi revealing outfit. I massaged her wet pussy for a minute as we stood there out in the open making out, and then broke the kiss as if nothing happened and opened the door for her to get in. As she got in, she hiked her skirt up to give me a good look at her now slick pussy. When I got in the car she leaned in and again I found myself being attacked by her lips. We were both starting to get really worked up, taking chances we never did, and I started to contemplate if we should just go home before things got to out of hand. "Did you like exposing me back there? Were you hoping Bradley would be watching us and he would ask you to let him fuck me?" She grabbed my hand and put in under her skirt, sliding it up over her smooth stockings, past the point where the stocking tops met flesh, and over to her waiting hole. She rubbed my hand over her dripping slit, and the whispered in my ear, "Please put a finger in me." I did, and she let out a low moan. "Now let's get going or we are going to miss the band." I started to remove my finger from inside her so that I could drive to the bar, but she held my hand under her dress and said, "I'm not finished with that yet. You are going to have to drive one handed." I shook my head, but was too turned on by my wife's outrageous behavior to say anything. I pulled out into traffic, and she pulled he dress up further, exposing herself to any high sitting driver that might pass us by. That turned me on even more. She moved her hips as we drove, and as we got close to the bar, I could feel her body tense up as she reached the night's first orgasm. I pulled into a parking space, and she removed my finger from her pussy, and delicately placed it between her lips and seductively started to suck all of her juices off of it while looking into my eyes. I almost came right there. As if reading my mind, she said, "Don't worry baby, were going to take care of you too." She reached down into my lap and undid my zipper, and then fished inside of my boxers for my fully erect cock. She had a little trouble maneuvering it out of my fly between the seatbelt, the steering wheel, and my sitting position, but she was not to be dissuaded. She leaned in with a hunger, and engulfed my throbbing prick in one motion. She is a world class cock sucker and between the footjob, the teasing of the waiter, the exhibitionism, and the finger fuck in the car, I exploded in her mouth in a matter of minutes. She drank all of my come down, and kept me in her mouth until my erection subsided. "Now let's, get drunk and hear some tunes," she said, replacing me in my pants and exiting the car door. I struggled to finish getting myself readjusted, and had to practically run after her to keep up. I was not letting her out of my sight when she was in such a hyper sexualized mood. There is no telling where that would take us. She was flirting with the bouncer when I caught up to her, a guy we knew from coming here before. She kissed him on the check for letting us in without paying the cover, and as I went passed he said, "It looks like you got your hands full tonight, huh?" I nodded in agreement, and followed my wife in. Sherrie had located a table in the back, and was waiting for me to make my way through the crowd. She asked me to order us a round of drinks, as she once again needed to go freshened up. Our drinks arrived before she got back, and I almost missed her when she slid into her seat. "I must really look hot tonight. I just got hit on again." "Another 21 year old boy?" I asked playfully. "No, a 21 year old girl. She said I looked amazing, and she wished she had my tits, and if she couldn't have them, maybe she could play with them for a little while." "And what did you say?" "I said they were accounted for. Then she asked if she could kiss me." Sherrie took a sip of her drink. "And what did you say to that?" "I didn't say anything; I just leaned in and kissed her." She took another sip of her drink. "Are you mad?" She looked pensive now. "Not mad, just a little stunned. I've never seen this side of you before." "You've seen it before, just not since we've been together. Do you remember how wild I used to be back in college?" "I do, and it's never been an issue. Trust me; I'm a little turned on tonight thinking about you getting together with all of your admirers." She took another sip of her drink, downing it. "Really? Thinking about me with other people is turning you on?" "Well, yeah. You are a hot, seductive, sexually amazing woman. Who wouldn't be turned on? I do have to admit, I'm picturing myself being involved in all of these scenarios. I hope that doesn't ruin it for you." Before she had a chance to respond, the band came out and started their first set. They were everything we had been told they were, and more. Simply one of the best bands we had heard in years. We had a couple of more drinks during the set. I couldn't tell if Sherrie was being quiet because something was bothering her, because she was just into the music, or if I was just imagining the whole thing. Finally after about an hour, the band took a set break, and the volume sent down a couple of levels so we could easily talk again. "Is something wrong?" I asked her. "No, nothing's wrong. I'm just thinking." I raised an eyebrow. "About what?" "About having a three way. I know it's a great fantasy, but would you ever want to have one in real life?" I stumbled for an answer, but before I could figure one out, the waitress came over and we ordered another round. As she went up to the bar to retrieve or order, I noticed something behind where she was standing. It was our old college buddy Lyle. Lyle was part of our crew back in the day, and even though we stilled lived in the same town, we hadn't seen him in years. He was standing at the bar talking to guy I didn't recognize. When I pointed him out, Sherrie practically fell out of her chair. She waved him over, but he didn't recognize us at first. As the cognition slowly dawned over him, he left the guy he was talking to mid conversation and hurried over to us. "My god, I almost didn't recognize you. How are you guys doing? How long have you been here? What are you guys up to? Oh my god!" We got him a drink when the waitress came back, and we spent the rest of the set break catching up. He was still working at the same law firm, still married to the same woman, and still living in the same house as the last time we saw him. We exchanged numbers again, with the intent of all going out, but when the band started back up, he excused himself to go back to the group of guys that he had come with. We both gave him a hug, and separated. The band played for about an hour again, and took another break. They were going to have just about one more hour to play before last call. We had started slowing down on the drinking at this point, but were pretty well in the bag. "We never finished our conversation," Sherrie reminded me when the music cut off. I took a moment to remember what conversation she was talking about. "Would you be interested in having three way in real life." "Oh yeah, now I remember. I don't know. I've heard that it is one of those things that is better as a fantasy than it is in real life. I think I might get a little jealous seeing you with another man." "Would you get jealous seeing me with another woman?" "Probably, but not in the same way. Where is all of this coming from? Are you unsatisfied with our sex life?" "Oh, no honey, it's got nothing to do with that. I don't know where this is coming from. I'm feeling feelings that I haven't felt in years tonight. It is not that you don't make me feel sexy, but the looks and comments, not to mention the pickup lines tonight have really got my head spinning. I think it might be something I'd like to try."