When last we saw our slutty heroine she was about to wrap her healing lips around the young boys, nearly spent libido, bringing him to new heights...
I p-l-unged my face down impaling his cock to the back of my throat in one motion...he kind of folded up a little in my mouth...it felt great to take charge of his cock that way...I pulled up and then noticed the taste of latex and something else entirely unpleasant...spermicide I think...
Note to self: flavored condoms next time...
I grabbed the shirt tail of his wife beater and wrapped his stiffened cock in it and toweled off it as best I could...I could still taste it but it was better...a few slurpy mouth thrusts later I managed to drool enough to wash the spermacide off and get a nice dose of warm, slightly salty cock taste...
A shame I couldn't taste myself on it too..I always like that when I have hubby pull out and I lick it all clean...but wait? I smell a little pussy on him...
Note to self: warn him to shower me off his balls before his girlfriend gets home...
On the other hand I lavished a lot of attention on his balls to clean them pretty well and yep, that's definitely me...must have dribbed and drippled down his shaft...I WAS pretty well wet...getting there again giving head....(or he didn't wash after fucking his girlfriend but that's just gross to think about so we shan't think about that then.)
Note to self: Look up why giving head would possibly cause that reaction way down there?
So up and down up and down....a nice FIRM shaft again..clearly ready again...almost forgot the point and took this too far...although I thought I wonder how long before I could have him firm again if I did take a mouthful....balls tightening...better stop...so I did.
Youth has its advantages...I had thought him about late 20's early 30's he is 23, come to find out! (Gawp!) Seems wrong on a lot of levels.
I roll on a new condom and tell him to trade me places again...I scootch to the edge of the seat and present myself with my knees held high, lost the shoes at some point and see a small run starting (damn) where I snagged my stocking foot on something....
I guide the tip of his cock to my little pink rosebud...and....
Put of telling you of butt-fuckery until tommorow, or if you are really good, tonight,
Showing posts with label Car Sex. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Car Sex. Show all posts
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Friday, August 13, 2010
Guess the hosery....
This is an interesting game that apparently Derek has been playing all along, and is now kind of a joint exercise....
The other day when I got the thigh highs I also got some sandal-foot pantyhose because I wanted to wear a pair of strappy heels that I haven't worn in a while.
Yesterday, I wore them to work with a rather snug pencil skirt. I was alone with Derek when several people took an afternoon break and caught him looking at my shoes.
"Caught you that time." I remarked. "But you have either lost interest or are getting better at using your peripherals."
He grinned and said, "Oh, I am always noticing."
So what do you think, "Pantyhose or not?," I teased
"I was thinking pantyhose." He said with very little hesitation.
"You been keeping track?"
"Well, since that one day, after I finally got what you meant about not wearing pantyhose I can't help but notice. Like for instance yesterday with the black and then red shoes you were definitely not wearing pantyhose."
"How could you tell?" I said it casually, but I very well knew how..I had worn the bulky garter-belt and a clingy skirt at least at the top of it.
"The straps holding them up kinda showed." He actually blushed a little.
"Well its nice to be noticed, Derek. I kinda hoped though that no one noticed I switched shoes though. I hadn't meant to wear them to work."
"Why not?"
"Not really business appropriate."
"So why did you switch?"
Uh oh....hmmmmm.....well I started this....
I looked him right in the eye and said..."I had a lunch-date, and wanted to look nice."
He thought about that for what seemed like forever and then just. 'Oh.'
I told him that I was embarrassed a little when I realized my mistake. I said since I kind of thought if anyone noticed it would have been him, and that I though about sending him out to my car to fetch the proper pair. He likes responsibility and apparently shoes, so it was a natural fit from an executive standpoint.
He smiled big and said..."You should have, I'd be glad to have gotten them for you. I would have thought you wouldn't embarrass easily though, Mrs ________." He always make me feel like a third grade teacher when he calls me that.
He did a really lousy job of not looking for the rest of the day. Today I wore more sensible shoes and thigh highs. I haven't asked for his guess yet.
Kind of a weird unintended consequence from slutting it up for my date.
I ran into Diana who is sort of the most likely to push the boundaries of business attire and related part of this story, basically just mentioning that I had unintentionally worn some kinky shoes to work (leaving out the lunchtime shoe switcheroo) and that a young guy on my team had noticed them. She immediately said, Oh the red ones? I was aghast! I hadn't even seen Diana that day and she had noticed? Before I could get my head around that, she of course wanted to know who on my team had noticed...she said, "I'll have to wear something outrageous and strut on by. Can't let you have all the fun." That sounds like trouble.
So I asked her about when she had seen them. It was worse than I thought. Apparently, she overheard a couple of the administrative staff girls talking about my choice of shoes. One saying to the other, "I hope I have the guts to wear shoes like that when i am her age!" Diana loved needling me with that comment.
"We should go out sometime after work like old times. I know lots of places you could wear those shoes!" Old times involved a lot of alcohol and Diana displaying ample amounts of her proudly bought and paid for cleavage.
I mentioned Diana's open invitation but not the comment about the shoes to hubby..(Hubby has met her and knows what a wild child she is). He said, "You should go..you were pretty good friends a while back." Is he kidding?? Go to a pick-up bar with Diana? Well perhaps he isn't kidding...
My social calender is getting complicated...
The other day when I got the thigh highs I also got some sandal-foot pantyhose because I wanted to wear a pair of strappy heels that I haven't worn in a while.
Yesterday, I wore them to work with a rather snug pencil skirt. I was alone with Derek when several people took an afternoon break and caught him looking at my shoes.
"Caught you that time." I remarked. "But you have either lost interest or are getting better at using your peripherals."
He grinned and said, "Oh, I am always noticing."
So what do you think, "Pantyhose or not?," I teased
"I was thinking pantyhose." He said with very little hesitation.
"You been keeping track?"
"Well, since that one day, after I finally got what you meant about not wearing pantyhose I can't help but notice. Like for instance yesterday with the black and then red shoes you were definitely not wearing pantyhose."
"How could you tell?" I said it casually, but I very well knew how..I had worn the bulky garter-belt and a clingy skirt at least at the top of it.
"The straps holding them up kinda showed." He actually blushed a little.
"Well its nice to be noticed, Derek. I kinda hoped though that no one noticed I switched shoes though. I hadn't meant to wear them to work."
"Why not?"
"Not really business appropriate."
"So why did you switch?"
Uh oh....hmmmmm.....well I started this....
I looked him right in the eye and said..."I had a lunch-date, and wanted to look nice."
He thought about that for what seemed like forever and then just. 'Oh.'
I told him that I was embarrassed a little when I realized my mistake. I said since I kind of thought if anyone noticed it would have been him, and that I though about sending him out to my car to fetch the proper pair. He likes responsibility and apparently shoes, so it was a natural fit from an executive standpoint.
He smiled big and said..."You should have, I'd be glad to have gotten them for you. I would have thought you wouldn't embarrass easily though, Mrs ________." He always make me feel like a third grade teacher when he calls me that.
He did a really lousy job of not looking for the rest of the day. Today I wore more sensible shoes and thigh highs. I haven't asked for his guess yet.
Kind of a weird unintended consequence from slutting it up for my date.
I ran into Diana who is sort of the most likely to push the boundaries of business attire and related part of this story, basically just mentioning that I had unintentionally worn some kinky shoes to work (leaving out the lunchtime shoe switcheroo) and that a young guy on my team had noticed them. She immediately said, Oh the red ones? I was aghast! I hadn't even seen Diana that day and she had noticed? Before I could get my head around that, she of course wanted to know who on my team had noticed...she said, "I'll have to wear something outrageous and strut on by. Can't let you have all the fun." That sounds like trouble.
So I asked her about when she had seen them. It was worse than I thought. Apparently, she overheard a couple of the administrative staff girls talking about my choice of shoes. One saying to the other, "I hope I have the guts to wear shoes like that when i am her age!" Diana loved needling me with that comment.
"We should go out sometime after work like old times. I know lots of places you could wear those shoes!" Old times involved a lot of alcohol and Diana displaying ample amounts of her proudly bought and paid for cleavage.
I mentioned Diana's open invitation but not the comment about the shoes to hubby..(Hubby has met her and knows what a wild child she is). He said, "You should go..you were pretty good friends a while back." Is he kidding?? Go to a pick-up bar with Diana? Well perhaps he isn't kidding...
My social calender is getting complicated...
Saturday, July 31, 2010
57 Minutes of heaven...
As an awkward teenager, did you ever play seven minutes of heaven? You go into a darkened closet with a shy boy and fool around with your clothes on while you fear the door opening any moment even though the rules say do not disturb?
Like that.
But parked under the shaded overhang between an SUV and a truck with heavy tinted rear windows was a bit less private. Which made it hot enough to need the engine on to run the air.
(Jim has asked that I not be descriptive in any identifiable way...so I will say a sedan pulled upo with a non-descript guy in it. ~A non-descript guy with piercing blue eyes~ PHSSLLLT!)
"This is probably kind of a bad idea...."
"Oh, no, it can't be bad, we have agreed your intentions are to be good, and I have committed to refrain from corrupting you..."
This goes back to the transcription of a chat that Jim exercised veto and letting ya'all read. Essentialy though we were playing what if..had to do with Clinton's definition of is or if or whatsit. How far could he go before he would feel like he couldn't look Wifey in the eye and say, "I did not have sexual relations with that harlot woman."
Basically the rules were as follows:
Two hand touch above the waist. Wait that was inter-mural powder-puff football.
At least one person had to have all their clothes on at any given time. (We may have stretched that one a bit when I told him his belt was hitting me wrong and slipped it off and then totally cheated and unzipped him.)
Making out was OK. I had asked about lap-dances, he said if you can figure out how to pull that off in a car...go for it...
The theory was that in a car how much trouble could we get into? Especially in the company parkinglot? I didn't remind him I consider cars an aphrodisiac lately.
Total nudity was verboten. He actually stopped me when I started to reach behind to unclasp my bra, but I am getting ahead of myself.
We drove off quickly lest anyone notice I was getting 'picked up'. That's where I left the narrative above.
He said, "Yeah, but I forgot about Pheromones or maybe its just your perfume?"
I wasn't wearing any (worried about Wifey) but had rubbed some lotion on my hands. Its an Avon cucumber/melon thing.
I held my hand up to his nose and he kissed my wrist..."This?"
"Yes, seems like a 'clean' scent."
Maybe I'd better go with a more neutral hand lotion next time.
He laughs, "Maybe I should buy Wifey the same kind." First time he called her Wifey, I think it annoys him when I do, which is half the fun.
We basically drove around the block for about 15 minutes it seemed like but I am sure it was much sooner. I teased and flirted. I had said I wouldn't do ANYTHING unless he specifically OK'd it.
"Is it OK that the top button on my blouse was undone before I got in?" ~smirk~
"May I cross my legs the other way?"
"Lose another button?"...."And this one?"
"Would you like to see a hint of pink lace?" By now it was getting a lot more dangerous than driving with a cell phone and I suggested we park..
"Where?" we cruised a neighborhood that runs right up to the business district, but the neighborhood watch seemed out in full force..or at least a lot of floppy hat wearing gardening ladies.
"Back to work.." He protested that it is way to risky..not as much for him, he says he hardly runs into anyone that knows him from before he became a contractor, but worried about me. I pointed out that the smokers hung out near the door and the actual lunch eating or nooner-having crowd wouldn't be back for over 30 minutes...
SO we parked.
He seemed conflicted. Visibly aroused. Shyly embarrassed.
We had talked about his concern about "getting something started and leaving me hanging." I had assured him I was a big girl and I own a vibrator.
I unbuckled and leaned over to his side and kissed him. Deeply.
He kissed back. A lot.
I encouraged his hand inside my open shirt. He foiled the move with a firm hold on my ribs, though his thumb brushed the underside of my cup a bit. That felt really nice.
I reached to the side fumbled and futzed around and found the recline..this got me back from the less tinted front windows and got me in a more temptingly fuckable position.
I tried to reach behind and unhook, but he said whoa. (really)
I said, well, If I gotta leave my bra on, you have to see the matching panties. He retreated to his side without objection as I (seductively , I think) unzzzzzzzzziped my skirt and eased it under me and down to the floor. Now I am wearing a button-down shirt that isn't the least bit buttoned, a lightly lined bra with a lace insert that matches the lace in the french cut panties. There's even a little bow at the top of the panties, but nothing happens if you untie it, just the hotglue comes off. And the shoes...he does appreciate them...
I was thinking though I should have matched the shoes to the panties if I was going to strip down to them...then I realized that given the location, if seen that was the least of my worries...I wasn't sure he was going to notice if anyone came that way, and asked him. He said that 8 people had come out of the building since we parked and 7 cars left. He figures two were in one car...only one car had come into the parking lot. I'm basically fucking Rainman here. Ok not fucking, but I felt very sparkly....should have taken him to Vegas!
anyway we nuzzled and fooled around and played and despite wanting me to avoid even toples nudity, I'm pretty sure that when his hand cupped mmy breast inside my bra and eased it out and the cup under, thats kinda nude.
He actually said, oops and meant it...said.."I got a little carried away...wasn't going to...."
Whatever he was or wasn't going to do was lost when his lips and tongue decided to explore my very erect nipple. My nipple didn't mind the lack of conversation.
"Oh, my..." he said looking flush, and guilty and full of wonder all at once...
At some point I was teasing him mercilessly stroking the his white jockeys up and down the length of his cock, my fingertips on the fabric, just the sides of my fingers brushing his rigid member. He was so engorged that you could see the ridge of detail of the head of his cock...it was all I could do not to rip those shorts down and nose-dive into his lap.
Now you can see why my DH got the office blowjob.
Someone asked about that like how often hubby gets blown..I realized that answer lately (A LOT) doesn't match historicaly data trends and hubby is an accountant...Do men take gratuitous fellatio the way woman are suspicious of flowers "just because"? Hope not!
I Love love loved the whole thing. Partly I like the whole public thing. I like the whole orgasm denial thing..(although this was more than just orgasm denied, I don't know if there is a word for this level of denial.)
It was about desire, and sensuality, and forbidden, and fidelity and it was hot.
I'd do it again in a heartbeat despite Jim's misgivings that in my current nympho-maniacal state I'd be frustrated.
Fair warning though Jim - Next time you get your cock within arm's reach I am not promising not to gobble it up. I wouldn't want to make hubby suspicious if I come too home cock-hungry!
Like that.
But parked under the shaded overhang between an SUV and a truck with heavy tinted rear windows was a bit less private. Which made it hot enough to need the engine on to run the air.
(Jim has asked that I not be descriptive in any identifiable way...so I will say a sedan pulled upo with a non-descript guy in it. ~A non-descript guy with piercing blue eyes~ PHSSLLLT!)
"This is probably kind of a bad idea...."
"Oh, no, it can't be bad, we have agreed your intentions are to be good, and I have committed to refrain from corrupting you..."
This goes back to the transcription of a chat that Jim exercised veto and letting ya'all read. Essentialy though we were playing what if..had to do with Clinton's definition of is or if or whatsit. How far could he go before he would feel like he couldn't look Wifey in the eye and say, "I did not have sexual relations with that harlot woman."
Basically the rules were as follows:
Two hand touch above the waist. Wait that was inter-mural powder-puff football.
At least one person had to have all their clothes on at any given time. (We may have stretched that one a bit when I told him his belt was hitting me wrong and slipped it off and then totally cheated and unzipped him.)
Making out was OK. I had asked about lap-dances, he said if you can figure out how to pull that off in a car...go for it...
The theory was that in a car how much trouble could we get into? Especially in the company parkinglot? I didn't remind him I consider cars an aphrodisiac lately.
Total nudity was verboten. He actually stopped me when I started to reach behind to unclasp my bra, but I am getting ahead of myself.
We drove off quickly lest anyone notice I was getting 'picked up'. That's where I left the narrative above.
He said, "Yeah, but I forgot about Pheromones or maybe its just your perfume?"
I wasn't wearing any (worried about Wifey) but had rubbed some lotion on my hands. Its an Avon cucumber/melon thing.
I held my hand up to his nose and he kissed my wrist..."This?"
"Yes, seems like a 'clean' scent."
Maybe I'd better go with a more neutral hand lotion next time.
He laughs, "Maybe I should buy Wifey the same kind." First time he called her Wifey, I think it annoys him when I do, which is half the fun.
We basically drove around the block for about 15 minutes it seemed like but I am sure it was much sooner. I teased and flirted. I had said I wouldn't do ANYTHING unless he specifically OK'd it.
"Is it OK that the top button on my blouse was undone before I got in?" ~smirk~
"May I cross my legs the other way?"
"Lose another button?"...."And this one?"
"Would you like to see a hint of pink lace?" By now it was getting a lot more dangerous than driving with a cell phone and I suggested we park..
"Where?" we cruised a neighborhood that runs right up to the business district, but the neighborhood watch seemed out in full force..or at least a lot of floppy hat wearing gardening ladies.
"Back to work.." He protested that it is way to risky..not as much for him, he says he hardly runs into anyone that knows him from before he became a contractor, but worried about me. I pointed out that the smokers hung out near the door and the actual lunch eating or nooner-having crowd wouldn't be back for over 30 minutes...
SO we parked.
He seemed conflicted. Visibly aroused. Shyly embarrassed.
We had talked about his concern about "getting something started and leaving me hanging." I had assured him I was a big girl and I own a vibrator.
I unbuckled and leaned over to his side and kissed him. Deeply.
He kissed back. A lot.
I encouraged his hand inside my open shirt. He foiled the move with a firm hold on my ribs, though his thumb brushed the underside of my cup a bit. That felt really nice.
I reached to the side fumbled and futzed around and found the recline..this got me back from the less tinted front windows and got me in a more temptingly fuckable position.
I tried to reach behind and unhook, but he said whoa. (really)
I said, well, If I gotta leave my bra on, you have to see the matching panties. He retreated to his side without objection as I (seductively , I think) unzzzzzzzzziped my skirt and eased it under me and down to the floor. Now I am wearing a button-down shirt that isn't the least bit buttoned, a lightly lined bra with a lace insert that matches the lace in the french cut panties. There's even a little bow at the top of the panties, but nothing happens if you untie it, just the hotglue comes off. And the shoes...he does appreciate them...
I was thinking though I should have matched the shoes to the panties if I was going to strip down to them...then I realized that given the location, if seen that was the least of my worries...I wasn't sure he was going to notice if anyone came that way, and asked him. He said that 8 people had come out of the building since we parked and 7 cars left. He figures two were in one car...only one car had come into the parking lot. I'm basically fucking Rainman here. Ok not fucking, but I felt very sparkly....should have taken him to Vegas!
anyway we nuzzled and fooled around and played and despite wanting me to avoid even toples nudity, I'm pretty sure that when his hand cupped mmy breast inside my bra and eased it out and the cup under, thats kinda nude.
He actually said, oops and meant it...said.."I got a little carried away...wasn't going to...."
Whatever he was or wasn't going to do was lost when his lips and tongue decided to explore my very erect nipple. My nipple didn't mind the lack of conversation.
"Oh, my..." he said looking flush, and guilty and full of wonder all at once...
At some point I was teasing him mercilessly stroking the his white jockeys up and down the length of his cock, my fingertips on the fabric, just the sides of my fingers brushing his rigid member. He was so engorged that you could see the ridge of detail of the head of his cock...it was all I could do not to rip those shorts down and nose-dive into his lap.
Now you can see why my DH got the office blowjob.
Someone asked about that like how often hubby gets blown..I realized that answer lately (A LOT) doesn't match historicaly data trends and hubby is an accountant...Do men take gratuitous fellatio the way woman are suspicious of flowers "just because"? Hope not!
I Love love loved the whole thing. Partly I like the whole public thing. I like the whole orgasm denial thing..(although this was more than just orgasm denied, I don't know if there is a word for this level of denial.)
It was about desire, and sensuality, and forbidden, and fidelity and it was hot.
I'd do it again in a heartbeat despite Jim's misgivings that in my current nympho-maniacal state I'd be frustrated.
Fair warning though Jim - Next time you get your cock within arm's reach I am not promising not to gobble it up. I wouldn't want to make hubby suspicious if I come too home cock-hungry!
Monday, July 19, 2010
What happens in Vegas....
...Stays in Vegas, tight?" he said
This when I was gushing about how hot Saturday night had been. I said, "Oh no, I definitely want to do that again when we get back home!"
He looked VERY uncomfortable.
I said, "The quickie in the parking garage was SO hot!" (which of course was not what I was referencing, and he relaxed a bit which was the idea...
We are back home now, after a flurry of kink yesterday, well not really kink if you don't count the fingering in the hot-tub, but that's almost a given isn't it?
We fucked like teenagers seemingly all day yesterday and once on the plane..(gotta do the mile high thing!) I was thinking about my post about online infidelity being possibly good for a marriage and thought about my time with Early Bird leading up to this Vegas trip. I could ALMOST make the case that fucking around on your husband makes for a happy marriage,, but I am SURE there is a flaw in that argument somewhere. (Isn't there?)
I will say that although I wasn't re-enacting anything with hubby, things changed a little for the better. I hadn't realized that we had devolved to affection-less sex if that's a phrase. Less to no kissing. Now we are making out like teenagers and it is nice..(The Mustang brought back a lot of teenager memories so that might have helped in a way too.
I am pretty sore and almost sated.
This when I was gushing about how hot Saturday night had been. I said, "Oh no, I definitely want to do that again when we get back home!"
He looked VERY uncomfortable.
I said, "The quickie in the parking garage was SO hot!" (which of course was not what I was referencing, and he relaxed a bit which was the idea...
We are back home now, after a flurry of kink yesterday, well not really kink if you don't count the fingering in the hot-tub, but that's almost a given isn't it?
We fucked like teenagers seemingly all day yesterday and once on the plane..(gotta do the mile high thing!) I was thinking about my post about online infidelity being possibly good for a marriage and thought about my time with Early Bird leading up to this Vegas trip. I could ALMOST make the case that fucking around on your husband makes for a happy marriage,, but I am SURE there is a flaw in that argument somewhere. (Isn't there?)
I will say that although I wasn't re-enacting anything with hubby, things changed a little for the better. I hadn't realized that we had devolved to affection-less sex if that's a phrase. Less to no kissing. Now we are making out like teenagers and it is nice..(The Mustang brought back a lot of teenager memories so that might have helped in a way too.
I am pretty sore and almost sated.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
New Twist on "Strip" Club...
When hubby returned he had a huge smile on his face...He led me out to the parking lot like a kid with his prom date. (Which I kinda felt like, actually)
In the parking lot was exactly what I asked for. (What woman doesn't appreciate getting what she asks for?) The red Mustang had the top down already accounting for his tousled look. It was a little humid but the sun had gone down a couple of hours ago and most of the heat seemed to be from the street itself, the breeze in the air as we roared off was nice. After a couple of blocks, I said, "Oh yeah...you are DEFINITELY getting blown in this car!"
"Let me drive," I said a little closer than necessary to his ear, which I then took a playful nip out of.
He pulled to the curb and we did a Chinese fire drill around the car. "You know where we are going?" he asked...
"This is Vegas, I'm sure I can find something appropriately naughty." following the directions I had memorized from my hand drawn map, I managed to just about pass Wyoming Street so I screeched to a halting corner and managed not to skid. "Mustang, Wyoming, get it? Got to be some cowgirls around here, right?"
A couple of blocks up there was a reasonably tasteful (by Vegas standards here) looking establishment advertising "Little Darlings" apparently for rent. And darling they were but I'm getting ahead of myself here.
"You sure?" he said, looking amazed.
"Sure, why not?" It'll be like lesbo porn but live!
The cover charge was $20 or $25 I think. I had to pay because I had cleaned out hubbies wallet of $350 dollars from my fabulous 'hooker blowjob' (he still owes me $150.)
The handsome young, buff bouncer dude grinned at me paying and said, "I'm going to pretend you are here for an audition and he's just here for the view, and only charged for one."
We went in and found seats near this raised stage...a cute All-American looking blond was crawling around. People were holding out dollar bills which she snapped up with her g-string..I realized that I had all large bills about then. This was solved when a waitress with a perky smile and perkier tits asked what she could she get us from the juice bar. I asked about change and she dug in a little side pack and came up with a handful of bills..I got $40 worth and discretely handed half to hubby.
He looked at the stack and then at the dancers with bils folded lengthwise in their g-strings and stocking tops and in one case the ankle strap of a show. I could see his mind go into accountant mode.."Hey! Snap out of it!...you better not have any left when we leave here!"
"Can I ask them about their 401-K?"
This earned him a laugh from me.
I wasn't sure what I was looking for. I have some bi-tendencies but other than a little in college and "that one time at band camp" ~kidding~ sort of. I was mostly watching him out of the corner of my eye looking for some spark. I was flattered a bit when he seemed a bit taken by a girl that reminded me of a younger me with much perkier tits, but natural ones, so that's something.
As 6-7 girls had rotated through the stage we had gotten pretty good attention...One girl with gorgeous auburn hair down her back almost to her fantastic ass, drew me close and said "I LOVE couples, if you guys are looking for a private dance" I noticed there was two other couples and a pair of cute girls that could have been dancers themselves or maybe friends of the dancers hanging out and groping each other and the dancers. I felt like a lot of nice attention was paid. I noticed the girls seemed to defer to me to make sure I was OK with boobies in hubbies face..(he was obviously OK with it in a "is this some kind of elaborate I am in trouble later situation?" sort of way.
I saw the girls playfully but firmly fending off hands-y guys, yet they frequently held my hands and guided them to cup the sides of their boobs..I wasn't sure of the rules but apparently chicks get a little more freedom...
The girl I finally decided on was dancing over on a side stage after giving a lap dance in the middle of the room to a construction worker type..she seemed to be genuinely into him, but then they all seemed more or less that way save a couple with assholes after them and one that looked bored to be there in general.
"Sage" was a pretty tall athletic-looking woman and her gyrations proved that..pilates got nothing on her routine. She had long straight fine hair that was probably highlighted a bit from her natural brunette but looked really natural. She had, I noticed stripper shoes but not stripper nails. I asked about it..she laughed said, too tomboy to keep them up!
When we were groping each other partly for Alan's benefit and partially because it was randy fun, I leaned in and stage whispered to her...how good an actress are you...she pulled back and looked me in the eyes then laughed a deep throaty laugh...she leaned back in making it a natural part of her grind "honey nothing but acting class here!...whatcha got in mind?" At this point I was getting essentially a lap dance for free as she was working my leg like a stripper pole, a couple of times while I was standing she moved a hip bone inside and I swear strrrrokkkkked me just right. Caught me off guard.
I need you to "accidentally" discover that my husband over there (currently occupied with a cute little enthusiastic Latina) is wearing a sheer pair of panties...
Carefully plucked and penciled eyebrows arched above a twinkle in her eyes. "Really??! ... this sounds interesting."
I was trying to gather a response to explakin what I had in mind, but she began with some questions...
"Like a gag, he lose a bet, or like he gets off on a little humiliation play?"
"No, not like that...my idea, just a little psychological leash kind of.."
"Hmmm like Fem-dom? You want I should spank him?"
"No, but that sounds fun now that you mention it. I was thinking more like wow that's hot your cock looks amazing through those..."
"Hmm you are definitely gonna need a private room. If it was make him blush I could pull it off on the floor probably with out anybody noticing, but if I gotta ooh and ahh, gonna need the privacy.."
"I can tip well.."
No, no its not that, I mean yeah the rooms are kind of a hustle but its part of the game, in this case I need to be able to take his pants down a bit, and well that's a bit against the rules..I'll just charge for a couple of regular dances but you tip Darryl $20 on top of the $20 for the room and he'll look the other way. Although Don't get me wrong I am definitely your girl here but Darryl is going to wonder since I usually play it pretty straight in here..I make good tips out on the floor and don't have to put in the "extra service" to have a good night. But don't freak if you see Darryl Peek in the window on his rounds. I'll go set it up. I slipped her the $40 and she went over to the large black man I'd seen working the room over by the row of windows near the other side.
He came over and put a large paw on Alan's shoulder causing a start, but said in a surprisingly soft mellow voice, You kids come with me, I've got a nice private room for y'all. He left us there and we went for the couch. Sage popped in in a minute from another entrance that didn't seem obvious in the dim light reflected around by all the mirrors.
I should explain that calling him "hubby" all the time seems odd since I never call him that. Alan is his middle name and it occurs to me to use that since that's how I introduced him to Sage when she came over and sat in his lap. He caught on right away and responded as if that's what he is called all his life.
"So, Alan, what did you do right to get such a hot wife generous enough to share you with me?"
"Just lucky I guess.."
"You have no idea HOW lucky, Alan..." she breathed in his ear then straightened a bit and smothered his face in tits..."You like that, Alan? You know, most customers here get a little shove when they get a little too close...does this feel too close, Alan?" she actually placed her nipple in his open mouth, like she was nursing an infant...then, straightening up into a stance she grabbed his hair rubbed his face against her silky thigh ending with his cheek firmly against her g-string...maybe you are a leg man?"
He was shell shocked..she pulled away and started making out with me...big open-mouthed kisses, openly fondling my breasts, then under my blouse...a hand sidling up my thigh, grinning at the garter strap and freezing then going slower when she reached no panties..."I see where they came from!" she teased in my ear quietly...I shook my head, "not exactly, but you get the idea..."
"Oh I am getting all kind of ideas," she said this time to both of us.
She pounced into his lap and leaned back arching her back to kiss me over her shoulder, all the while working his belt..she had it out of his loops and around the back of his neck pulling him to her..."You are gonna owe your wife big here..."
She maneuvered us next to each other, I was nuzzling his neck, she his other side and her hand was under my skirt with delicious slow strokes up one side and down the other of my labia. (pussy? not sure how gyno specific I want to get here but she could be one!)
I could hear what was apparently supposed to be for him..."you know what I'm doing under your wifes skirt, Alan? I am slowly stroking her smooth, wet pussy. I think she is very very excited."
He visibly trembled..."Do you mind?" she said as she reached her other hand into his lap and was grabbing his cock firmly through his pants. easing up on me a bit so I could think again, we both started stroking him and nuzzling his neck basic 2-girl guy fantasy stuff..I'd seen the pornos, she possibly had been in them...
I don't think it even occurred to him about any potential embarrassment because he didn't register anything but dazed bliss as she unbuttoned him, eased down the zipper and began stroking him through nylon. Nothing. Wow.
She decided to push a little..."ease up Alan" she said lifting him a bit then pulling his pants to his knees...continuing to stroke him, she eased his cock out and said "I think Alan needs a kiss, don't you?" to me. I went down and gave it a slurpy kiss then eased the panties back over the cock...he watched amazed and then a light looked like maybe it was winking through the fog...
"Wearing your wife's panties is SO Hot, Alan...I LOVE a man not afraid to get kinky...."
To me she said, "I hope you don't mind but I want to help him make a VERY big mess out of your panties..." she proceeded to grind in these gentle quick movements in his lap and in no time they were see-through for their wet sticky mess...HOT
She kissed him on the cheek and said, "Thank you,that was amazing.." I gave her about $100 or a bit more I think in a sweaty wad of cash, then added the rest of the singles "hubby" had let stick to his fingers..."I think we better go before Darryl checks in.."
She hugged me close and said, "That was something, come back anytime!"
I was frighteningly horny, and with a hand in his lap as he zoned out in the passenger seat, I could feel him twitching back to attention like a teenager...I kept looking for a deserted side street..(In Vegas??) and settled on a parking garage...I jumped him in the passenger seat and to his credit he rose to the occasion, I got off remarkably quickly, and the quickie was memorable mostly for the location and more to the point what had preceded it..we got to the hotel him still dazed and drained and he is snoring as we speak with an angelic smile on his face.
In the parking lot was exactly what I asked for. (What woman doesn't appreciate getting what she asks for?) The red Mustang had the top down already accounting for his tousled look. It was a little humid but the sun had gone down a couple of hours ago and most of the heat seemed to be from the street itself, the breeze in the air as we roared off was nice. After a couple of blocks, I said, "Oh yeah...you are DEFINITELY getting blown in this car!"
"Let me drive," I said a little closer than necessary to his ear, which I then took a playful nip out of.
He pulled to the curb and we did a Chinese fire drill around the car. "You know where we are going?" he asked...
"This is Vegas, I'm sure I can find something appropriately naughty." following the directions I had memorized from my hand drawn map, I managed to just about pass Wyoming Street so I screeched to a halting corner and managed not to skid. "Mustang, Wyoming, get it? Got to be some cowgirls around here, right?"
A couple of blocks up there was a reasonably tasteful (by Vegas standards here) looking establishment advertising "Little Darlings" apparently for rent. And darling they were but I'm getting ahead of myself here.
"You sure?" he said, looking amazed.
"Sure, why not?" It'll be like lesbo porn but live!
The cover charge was $20 or $25 I think. I had to pay because I had cleaned out hubbies wallet of $350 dollars from my fabulous 'hooker blowjob' (he still owes me $150.)
The handsome young, buff bouncer dude grinned at me paying and said, "I'm going to pretend you are here for an audition and he's just here for the view, and only charged for one."
We went in and found seats near this raised stage...a cute All-American looking blond was crawling around. People were holding out dollar bills which she snapped up with her g-string..I realized that I had all large bills about then. This was solved when a waitress with a perky smile and perkier tits asked what she could she get us from the juice bar. I asked about change and she dug in a little side pack and came up with a handful of bills..I got $40 worth and discretely handed half to hubby.
He looked at the stack and then at the dancers with bils folded lengthwise in their g-strings and stocking tops and in one case the ankle strap of a show. I could see his mind go into accountant mode.."Hey! Snap out of it!...you better not have any left when we leave here!"
"Can I ask them about their 401-K?"
This earned him a laugh from me.
I wasn't sure what I was looking for. I have some bi-tendencies but other than a little in college and "that one time at band camp" ~kidding~ sort of. I was mostly watching him out of the corner of my eye looking for some spark. I was flattered a bit when he seemed a bit taken by a girl that reminded me of a younger me with much perkier tits, but natural ones, so that's something.
As 6-7 girls had rotated through the stage we had gotten pretty good attention...One girl with gorgeous auburn hair down her back almost to her fantastic ass, drew me close and said "I LOVE couples, if you guys are looking for a private dance" I noticed there was two other couples and a pair of cute girls that could have been dancers themselves or maybe friends of the dancers hanging out and groping each other and the dancers. I felt like a lot of nice attention was paid. I noticed the girls seemed to defer to me to make sure I was OK with boobies in hubbies face..(he was obviously OK with it in a "is this some kind of elaborate I am in trouble later situation?" sort of way.
I saw the girls playfully but firmly fending off hands-y guys, yet they frequently held my hands and guided them to cup the sides of their boobs..I wasn't sure of the rules but apparently chicks get a little more freedom...
The girl I finally decided on was dancing over on a side stage after giving a lap dance in the middle of the room to a construction worker type..she seemed to be genuinely into him, but then they all seemed more or less that way save a couple with assholes after them and one that looked bored to be there in general.
"Sage" was a pretty tall athletic-looking woman and her gyrations proved that..pilates got nothing on her routine. She had long straight fine hair that was probably highlighted a bit from her natural brunette but looked really natural. She had, I noticed stripper shoes but not stripper nails. I asked about it..she laughed said, too tomboy to keep them up!
When we were groping each other partly for Alan's benefit and partially because it was randy fun, I leaned in and stage whispered to her...how good an actress are you...she pulled back and looked me in the eyes then laughed a deep throaty laugh...she leaned back in making it a natural part of her grind "honey nothing but acting class here!...whatcha got in mind?" At this point I was getting essentially a lap dance for free as she was working my leg like a stripper pole, a couple of times while I was standing she moved a hip bone inside and I swear strrrrokkkkked me just right. Caught me off guard.
I need you to "accidentally" discover that my husband over there (currently occupied with a cute little enthusiastic Latina) is wearing a sheer pair of panties...
Carefully plucked and penciled eyebrows arched above a twinkle in her eyes. "Really??! ... this sounds interesting."
I was trying to gather a response to explakin what I had in mind, but she began with some questions...
"Like a gag, he lose a bet, or like he gets off on a little humiliation play?"
"No, not like that...my idea, just a little psychological leash kind of.."
"Hmmm like Fem-dom? You want I should spank him?"
"No, but that sounds fun now that you mention it. I was thinking more like wow that's hot your cock looks amazing through those..."
"Hmm you are definitely gonna need a private room. If it was make him blush I could pull it off on the floor probably with out anybody noticing, but if I gotta ooh and ahh, gonna need the privacy.."
"I can tip well.."
No, no its not that, I mean yeah the rooms are kind of a hustle but its part of the game, in this case I need to be able to take his pants down a bit, and well that's a bit against the rules..I'll just charge for a couple of regular dances but you tip Darryl $20 on top of the $20 for the room and he'll look the other way. Although Don't get me wrong I am definitely your girl here but Darryl is going to wonder since I usually play it pretty straight in here..I make good tips out on the floor and don't have to put in the "extra service" to have a good night. But don't freak if you see Darryl Peek in the window on his rounds. I'll go set it up. I slipped her the $40 and she went over to the large black man I'd seen working the room over by the row of windows near the other side.
He came over and put a large paw on Alan's shoulder causing a start, but said in a surprisingly soft mellow voice, You kids come with me, I've got a nice private room for y'all. He left us there and we went for the couch. Sage popped in in a minute from another entrance that didn't seem obvious in the dim light reflected around by all the mirrors.
I should explain that calling him "hubby" all the time seems odd since I never call him that. Alan is his middle name and it occurs to me to use that since that's how I introduced him to Sage when she came over and sat in his lap. He caught on right away and responded as if that's what he is called all his life.
"So, Alan, what did you do right to get such a hot wife generous enough to share you with me?"
"Just lucky I guess.."
"You have no idea HOW lucky, Alan..." she breathed in his ear then straightened a bit and smothered his face in tits..."You like that, Alan? You know, most customers here get a little shove when they get a little too close...does this feel too close, Alan?" she actually placed her nipple in his open mouth, like she was nursing an infant...then, straightening up into a stance she grabbed his hair rubbed his face against her silky thigh ending with his cheek firmly against her g-string...maybe you are a leg man?"
He was shell shocked..she pulled away and started making out with me...big open-mouthed kisses, openly fondling my breasts, then under my blouse...a hand sidling up my thigh, grinning at the garter strap and freezing then going slower when she reached no panties..."I see where they came from!" she teased in my ear quietly...I shook my head, "not exactly, but you get the idea..."
"Oh I am getting all kind of ideas," she said this time to both of us.
She pounced into his lap and leaned back arching her back to kiss me over her shoulder, all the while working his belt..she had it out of his loops and around the back of his neck pulling him to her..."You are gonna owe your wife big here..."
She maneuvered us next to each other, I was nuzzling his neck, she his other side and her hand was under my skirt with delicious slow strokes up one side and down the other of my labia. (pussy? not sure how gyno specific I want to get here but she could be one!)
I could hear what was apparently supposed to be for him..."you know what I'm doing under your wifes skirt, Alan? I am slowly stroking her smooth, wet pussy. I think she is very very excited."
He visibly trembled..."Do you mind?" she said as she reached her other hand into his lap and was grabbing his cock firmly through his pants. easing up on me a bit so I could think again, we both started stroking him and nuzzling his neck basic 2-girl guy fantasy stuff..I'd seen the pornos, she possibly had been in them...
I don't think it even occurred to him about any potential embarrassment because he didn't register anything but dazed bliss as she unbuttoned him, eased down the zipper and began stroking him through nylon. Nothing. Wow.
She decided to push a little..."ease up Alan" she said lifting him a bit then pulling his pants to his knees...continuing to stroke him, she eased his cock out and said "I think Alan needs a kiss, don't you?" to me. I went down and gave it a slurpy kiss then eased the panties back over the cock...he watched amazed and then a light looked like maybe it was winking through the fog...
"Wearing your wife's panties is SO Hot, Alan...I LOVE a man not afraid to get kinky...."
To me she said, "I hope you don't mind but I want to help him make a VERY big mess out of your panties..." she proceeded to grind in these gentle quick movements in his lap and in no time they were see-through for their wet sticky mess...HOT
She kissed him on the cheek and said, "Thank you,that was amazing.." I gave her about $100 or a bit more I think in a sweaty wad of cash, then added the rest of the singles "hubby" had let stick to his fingers..."I think we better go before Darryl checks in.."
She hugged me close and said, "That was something, come back anytime!"
I was frighteningly horny, and with a hand in his lap as he zoned out in the passenger seat, I could feel him twitching back to attention like a teenager...I kept looking for a deserted side street..(In Vegas??) and settled on a parking garage...I jumped him in the passenger seat and to his credit he rose to the occasion, I got off remarkably quickly, and the quickie was memorable mostly for the location and more to the point what had preceded it..we got to the hotel him still dazed and drained and he is snoring as we speak with an angelic smile on his face.
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