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He walked me over to his couch as we made out. Sitting down he pulled me onto his lap so that I was straddling him. Feeling his bulge up between my thighs, I knew that I was going to fuck him. Until that moment I wasn’t really sure, but now I knew. A few minutes later, my blouse unbuttoned, my bra unsnapped, my nipple in his mouth, I reached down behind my ass and unzipped his pants. Feeling another man’s smooth and hard cock in my hand was super erotic to me. Looking down into his eyes, straddling him, stroking him, watching him, feeling him ache for my wet pussy was thrilling. I stroked his shaft against the crack of my ass. Then I slipped my panties aside and slid him into my wetness. It was wonderful. Tiny electrical pleasures sizzled all along my lips as his shaft slid up inside of me. His size was very satisfying. I let myself slide right down onto his lap, taking him all inside of me. He filled me just right. We sat there silently for a moment, just looking into each others’ eyes. Then I rode him good. It didn’t take long before I felt him swell up and explode. It was incredibly satisfying having him bury his face in my breasts as he choked out groans of relief. It was the first time I had another cock in me in years and I loved it.
Just hours before I had finally agreed, after years of enticement, that I would go on a date with another man. My husband had been at this one for a long time, but in the last few weeks he had gained a new level of confidence and, I guess, I was warm to the idea. He finally convinced me. I finally agreed. And a few hours later I was eating dinner with a man I had never really talked to. Then dancing. Then a walk. Then he asked me to visit his place. I accepted. We cracked some beers. We kissed. And now his cum was seeping down my lips as I sat on him catching my breath.
As he softened up I reached back behind me and just stroked his slick member. He never really deflated and I could tell he wanted more. I kept kissing him and patiently stroking him until I felt the blood returning. As he got hard again I felt him shift under me. Then he stood up all my weight on his arms and walked me to his bedroom. There he put me on my back and stripped my panties off me. Entwining his arms through my legs, he spread me open as he maneuvered back into my wetness. His size just big enough to create that natural pleasurable resistance. He held me there and getting his rhythm began pounding my body into his bed. My wet pussy soaking his blanket as he dove inside me over and over. This time I cummed long before him. His bed-springs singing along with me. My pussy clinched up around his cock as I moaned and kissed his chest and shoulders. I held his strong body, never wanting his pounding to stop. And for a very long time it didn’t. When finally he exploded again I was beyond satisfied having cummed multiple times. His cock so swollen and hard. His strong hips punishing my body in the best way imaginable. He really rocked my world. I fell asleep underneath him, still holding him tight. His sweat and sex smells filling my nostrils as I drifted off.
I woke to him stirring next to me. It was early morning. The first light creeping in through the window. His cock was stiff next to me. I squirmed a bit, scooting closer to him, feeling his stiffness against my thighs. We kissed. And then he rolled me onto my tummy and pulled me up onto my knees. My skirt never having been taken off was now wrapped around my hips as he guided his cock into me. He spanked my ass like it was his. It really turned me on, so I let him get away with it. This time he just stroked in and out, nice and slow. A good relaxing morning fuck. I arched my ass for him, knowing he would like it. All men do. Then I turned around and watched him fuck me from behind. It was hot. He was hot. He had a nice body with good muscle definition. The way he held me on his cock felt good too. I hadn’t been fucked like this in a long time. The freshness of it. The raw energy. The fact that he was fucking another man’s wife, listening to her cum on his cock was really thrilling for him. I could feel it. Cumming on his cock was hot for me too. When he wrapped his fingers in my hair and pulled my head back so he could kiss me as he fucked me, I cummed. I cummed while his tongue was buried in my mouth. It felt so good. My breasts hanging free, swaying to his rocking of my hips. Then he pulled out and brought my face around, putting his cock right into my mouth and holding my head so that I would suck it at the pace he wanted. He kept this up, his cock slowly swelling in my mouth until I could taste that first precum. Then he pulled it out and stroked himself exploding on my face and breasts. That was new for me, but I liked it. Not even sure why, but the look in his eyes as he gazed on his semen covering my body, turned me on.
After catching my breath, I knew it was time to go home. This had turned into way more then I thought it would, but I needed to get home now. I güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri jumped in his shower. When he tried to join me I swatted his cock away and let him know I was the boss again. He was too satisfied to really protest. I dried off and got dressed. Then I had him take me home. I almost had him stop at a pull out on the way home, but controlled myself. I did stroke his cock most of the drive home though. When he groaned over not being able to finish, I told him it was a down payment, so that he wouldn’t forget about me. He was practically drooling as he assured me he wouldn’t.
When I got home my husband was an animal. He didn’t look as if he had slept well, but that didn’t stop him. He turned me around against the wall, deftly removed my skirt and fucked me from behind. He was rock hard. Even when he cummed he didn’t stop. Then he put me on the couch and bent me over. He spanked me really hard and pounded my pussy. His passion was overwhelming and scary, but super arousing. I cummed on his cock making it the first time I had cummed on two different cocks in the same day. Not even sure if I have accomplished that in the same week before, but here I was setting new milestones. If I had even known this much I would never have hesitated so long. Two cocks in one day is more than twice the fun.
After a good hour my husband was done. He had fucked all his angst out. Then he wanted details. At first I was afraid and tried to make it sound casual, but he just kept teasing more out of me. And retelling it all just made me get all turned on. I couldn’t even believe that my body could keep producing all this wetness. As I got wetter, he got harder and made me retell everything in more detail then I could even remember. He fucked me nice and slow as he listened. His cock was swollen in a way I have never really seen. The fact that I had fucked my date three different times and had stayed the night there and all the orgasms just stiffened him up like a rock. Finally, he had heard enough and turned me back over. He fucked me so good. He spanked me hard. It hurt, but he always timed it so that I was on the verge of cumming and it only added to the pleasure. It was like my pleasure simultaneously turned him on and pissed him off.
And then after all that and a nap, my husband wanted me to go out on another date. With the same guy of course. I wasn’t so sure. First of all, I really wasn’t sure my pussy could handle much more. Two different men acting like first time studs, two days in a row, might just be a little much. But he was pretty convincing and I guess in my heart I wanted to be convinced. He had arranged the first date, so I told him that he would have to arrange the second. Actually I felt much safer leaving him in charge of that aspect. I didn’t want the pressure. I could already feel that Ben was probably interested in more dates, but I didn’t want him arranging them with me. My man could handle that with me retaining veto power.
A short while later he came back smiling. Date was arranged. Then he picked out some clothes he wanted me to wear. Unlike last night we now knew where this date was heading so he pushed for a much more risque outfit. That included a short plaid skirt, no panties, dark thigh highs that barely cleared the bottom of the skirt and a red tank top with a red lace bra underneath. Also my red leather boots that stopped just below my knees. I looked like a sex symbol, if ever there was one. I couldn’t believe he wanted me to dress like this. We were only going to be about 45 minutes from our hometown and it would be a very real possibility to run into someone we knew. Dressed like this with another man seemed to invite trouble. A younger, sexy man to boot. It left very little to the imagination.
This date also came with specific requests. One of which was a public fucking. There was a boardwalk in a nearby town that traced along the riverbank often disappearing into trees, but also frequented by many locals and others on their dates. Yet he was adamant that something sexy and naughty happen on that boardwalk. I know it sounds crazy, but my husband is a mad genius and when he is on to something, I get swept up. And I am glad for it.
As the afternoon progressed, already dressed up for the date, I found myself getting hotter and hotter. I felt younger. I felt like a sex icon. My man constantly praising me, kissing me, barely controlling himself from having an appetizer. As he walked by me he would trace bits of my body leaving me tingly. I couldn’t wait to see the look in Ben eyes when he saw my outfit. I had no doubt the public fuck would be appealing to him. He had that young stud thing going on. It was going to be a trophy in his memory, especially if I cummed on his cock.
Despite being excited about the coming date I couldn’t get rid of my trepidation. Finally my husband agreed to let me where my red masquerade mask. It just covered my eyes, but that was enough. güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri I felt protected by it and I guessed that even if I saw anyone I knew the outfit, the date, and the mask would be enough to keep them from identifying me.
Finally I heard the honk. Ben was out front in his sports coupe. My husband went out first to make sure he understood the request too. He was afraid I would chicken out, so he made sure Ben knew. When I came out of the house, I could see Ben’s eyes pop and practically feel him stiffen up. I think he even accidentally revved his engine a bit. I felt so fucking hot. I took to the passenger seat luxuriously, allowing his eyes time to take in my various parts. He wanted to touch, but contained himself. About thirty feet out of the driveway though he was barely paying attention to the road as he stroked my thighs. That gave me the idea that if I spent most of the ride prepping him maybe he would struggle to sustain an erection for long and our public moment would just be a passionate quickie. Also with my head down in his lap, maybe he would watch the road.
As they say though the best layed plans of mice and women often go astray. Fifteen minutes into the ride I was swallowing Ben’s cum as he shot his load in my mouth. His finger frantically rubbing my clit the whole time I stroked and sucked him. Now though I was wet and horny and he was most likely not going to cum quickly. At least he would probably pay better attention to the road though.
I made him take me out to eat first, hoping he could recharge enough to not get me in too much trouble. I got a lot of stares as I wore my masquerade mask into the restaurant, but I chose a dimly lit establishment with high booths so that my exposure was minimized. A cute young teenage girl was our waitress. Luckily she was unfamiliar to me because she had no trouble feeling out what our night was about. I still wore my wedding ring even though Ben had no matching counterpart. I liked that though and played it up feeling her awe at my confidence, power and sexiness. I was obviously a good decade older then Ben, but he was entranced with me, barely even noticing her cute little ass and perky tits. She noticed him not noticing too and that felt good. When we were leaving she gave me a naught smile of admiration.
Then we began our stroll down the boardwalk. It was late dusk now and the boardwalk was pretty empty. Still we got glances and even one guy definitely tried to follow nonchalantly. We waited him out though and he finally disappeared. I think he could feel that Ben was about to approach him and he must have realized what a creep he was being. A few minutes later we found a little nook. It was a branch off the main path that went out over the river. At the end of the branch a circle dock was suspended over the water for fisherman. Luckily the darkness had sent any fisherman away and with a good thirty feet between us and the main path it seemed relatively safe.
We began kissing. Ben was ready. I had been stroking his cock off and on throughout dinner. I had enjoyed flirting with the waitress while I was holding his stiffness in my hand underneath the table top. He had enjoyed it too. I was also trying to get his semen production up and running. I think I got my own juices flowing more than his though and now I was very horny. I had been tempted to just let that guy watch, although I kept that to myself.
Ben reached under my skirt and found my clit dripping with desire. He guided me to the brightest spot on the dock. I knew he wanted me publicly. At this point I was too horny to mind. I wanted his cock inside of me. He turned me around leaning me against the railing, so that I was facing the main path. He brought my skirt up and slipped his hardness into me. As he fucked me, he slid my tank top up over my breasts, and then just pulled my bra up and over my tits so that they were hanging free and visible for every passerby. It scared me but my pussy only get wetter. I felt so sexy. I felt sexy in a way that I never had felt before. His cock was hard, but he lacked the frantic pace that would indicate he was close to climax. I didn’t mind anymore. His steady thrusts brought groans and wetness to my body. I pretended I was being watched and that added to my excitement. Actually I am pretty sure I was being watched. I felt safe though with my mask on.
I knew Ben wanted me to cum on his cock in this public setting. Men are pretty simple when it comes to these things. Luckily he turned me on and I was turned on. His cock was the right size too, so after a few minutes of his steady thrusts I was melting into a nice orgasm. I could feel his thrill as I slipped into that other place and a few minutes later he joined me grunting and gasping, shooting his cum all over the inside of my thighs as his cock slipped loose.
Having orgasmed we made a hasty retreat to his coupe. We were like two bandits eager to get güvenilir bahis şirketleri to our get away vehicle. He got right on it and we were soon heading to his house. I was tempted to have him take me back home. Not quite sure why, but I think I just felt things swirling out of control and it scared me. I didn’t say anything though and soon he had me be the hand guiding me into his home. I could tell that he was already ready for more. The public scene was quite a boost for him. And now he wanted me all to himself, all night long. It isn’t that I didn’t want that too, I did, but I felt kinda like his sex slave, as if it was just assumed that I wanted all this cock, which I did, but I didn’t like it assumed.
Still when he laid me down on his bed I didn’t stop him from taking me again. And this time he was in stamina mode. He just fucked and fucked me. First, I was on my back. Then he had me from behind. Then he put me on his face and had me suck his cock. I was wet. I cummed several times. I played along, enjoying my role as his satisfy-er. I could tell he had never experienced anything like this and that turned me on too. I wanted to please him and take him to new heights. So I did. He put me on top, but reverse cowgirl. My thigh-highs, my boots, my skirt had never come off. Just my bra actually. He had pulled my tank top up and over my head but left it around my shoulders and was using it like reins. It really turned me on. He kept asking me if I liked it and I couldn’t deny that I did, but my voice kinda scared me because it really sounded like it was the best thing I had ever had. And maybe it was, but I wasn’t sure I wanted him to know that. Then he started calling me his sexy slut. I cummed all over his cock as he spanked me, telling me how naughty I was and how much I liked fucking his cock.
None of which I was in a position to deny. This went on for hours. I have never had so many orgasms, not even close. I had brought some oils and we used them to augment my poor pussy. He rubbed the oils all over my breasts and ass and thighs and I guess that is where he got the idea to use other parts of my body, which started with my tits. He was just long enough to fuck my tits and get his head into my mouth, so that I could suck on him while he titty fucked me. And then for the grand finale at maybe three a.m. He rolled me over and spent time arranging my ass and hips just right to slip his hard cock right into my asshole. I just went with his confidence. It was a first for me. It was pleasurably uncomfortable, but the oils helped a lot. And I was more turned on then I had ever been before. My tight ass was what he needed though cause just a few minutes later he was exploding on my cheeks and back, even cumming on my plaid skirt. He collapsed on me exhausted. We both were. I couldn’t even move. My body was tore up as if I had been doing extreme aerobics for hours. Well, I guess that is pretty accurate.
The next morning I got dressed and told him I needed to get home. Luckily he was still pretty depleted and though I could tell he wanted more I didn’t have to work too hard to convince him. He was plenty satisfied and was content not to push his luck. It felt right for me to establish some power in this relationship. Men always think a couple orgasms makes you theirs, so I wanted to dispel that. It isn’t that it isn’t true, it just isn’t as true as men think it is. I knew I would have a weak spot for Ben as long as my pussy was active, but it was still my body.
On the ride home, I let him know that it might be a week or two before I saw him again and that I would have my husband contact him in the event of another date. I could tell he wasn’t happy about that and maybe that is why when he pulled down a side street I didn’t protest him finding a nice secluded spot. He came around and got underneath me in the passenger seat. I straddled across him, looking him in the eyes. Thanks to my husband’s outfit choice, I had no panties on. We still hadn’t exchanged words when he unzipped his pants. My boundary had him rock hard again. I was too sore to really fuck him, but let him guide me down onto him. I groaned. His cock hit all the sweet spots. It was very annoying in terms of establishing strength with him. And furthermore that my pussy was creaming all over his shaft and that I couldn’t help not gyrate a bit. The satisfaction of an ache; a constant relief of building agony. Still I maintained my strength of gaze. I placed his hands on my ass and made him do the work. He did it real good too, lifting and dropping my ass down on his hard cock. When he went for my top, I put his hands back on my ass. Both times. And then he just let me have it. I cummed again and felt my resolve weakening, thinking maybe a few days would be enough time to recuperate and set a firm boundary. Still I kept my mouth shut, except for the moans and groans, and promised nothing. After several minutes he was satisfied, his cum once again bathing my thighs and pussy. We made out for several minutes, me resting on his lap. It was so nice. I was just melted into him. He held me like that for a long time before putting his Shillong way and taking me home. I gave him a quick kiss and a smile and said, “be patient, this is a lot to take in and adjust to. My man will call you.”