Linda's husband farms her out (fiction)

It had been a long day, and I really went into the bar just to watch some baseball and relax with a few beers. I wasn't from around here, and had never been to this particular establishment before, but it looked nice and clean, and there were a couple of large screen TV's in the bar and a couple of billiard tables off to one side. The food smells from the adjoining restaurant were also very enticing.
I found a small high table in one corner with a good view of the game and of the rest of the bar and settled in with a cold one. The game was very slow, and was not holding my attention, but that was not the reamister I noticed Linda as soon as she walked in. Every male in the place, as well as most of the women, stared as she crossed to the bar. Other than the sound from the televisions and the clack of the billiard balls, the room fell silent.
We couldn't help it, you would have had to be in a coma to not notice. She was just stunning, and far classier and sexier than anyone else there. Tall and slender, her long brown hair fell in soft curls down her back, and perfectly applied makeup accentuated her beautiful features. I would not have been able to take my eyes off of her face except for the small black cocktail dress and sexy high heels that powerd my eyes to appreciate her perfect body. The dress ended just below her small tightly rounded butttocks, and the dress and shoes combined to display her fine legs to the greatest advantage. Long, shapely, and flawless, I know that many men in the place were envisioning those legs wrapped aroung their waists, or perhaps the long, softly muscled thighs pressed against the sides of their head as they tasted her nectar. The scooped front of her dress displayed the upper part of her breasts for all to see, and like the rest of her they were fine and perfect, smooth mounds that led your eye and your mind to want more. I estimated about a 34C, and found out later I was right on the mark.
The thought crossed my mind that the high heels raised her derriere to the perfect height for me to bend her over a table and enter her from behind. I knew that her height would work well with my own 6'3", and could picture our bodies joined. I felt myself growing hard.
She crossed straight to the bar, and I could tell by the way the young bartender greeted her that he recognized her. And that he wanted her.
They chatted as he mixed her take, and then she turned and walked away carrying a Martini glass with some sort of greenish concoction in it. She appeared to be serious about her takeing.
She paused at a couple of tables, speaking briefly to people she apparently recognized, then continued to the billiard area where she paused to watch the players. It occurred to me that I was staring, that I had not taken my eyes off of her since she had walked in. I glanced around the room to see if anyone had noticed, but only one woman was looking at me, and she quickly looked away. Several other men were hungrily following every move Linda made.
She stood watching the pool players, and we sat watching her. At one point she reached down with her right hand and with two fingers lightly rubbed a spot on the inside of her right knee, then trailed her fingers all the way up the inside of her right thigh as she brought her hand back up, pausing just under the hem of her short skirt before raising her hand to switch the take from her left into her right. If the move was intended to raise cocks around the room I'm sure it worked, but it was the fact that it was so un-self consciously seductive that made it work.
She appeared to grow bored with the game and turned, letting her eyes roam and take in the room. There were few solo unaccompanied men in the bar, but her eyes expertly picked out each one and paused briefly until they met my own. I smiled and held her gaze, and she turned and walked to my corner. Without saying a word, she pulled the stool to my right closer to me and smoothly slid onto it, her dress riding up slightly higher on her thighs, and enticingly close to revealing what, if anything, she was wearing underneath.
She placed both hands flat on the table and turned to me saying "Hi, I'm Linda." I was staring at the large diamond wedding ring on her left hand, and raised my eyes to find her searching my face. "Hi Linda, I'm Erryk, and you, obviously, are married."
Her clear laugh pealed out as the scent of her very sexy perfume filled my head. "Yes, I am. Does that matter?" I could feel the heat from her body, she was that close to me, and with her scent and the overwhelming presence of her I knew that it did not, but I said "Well, it seems as though it could, don't you think? Being shot by a jealous husband is not in my plans although in this case it may be worth it."
She laughed again, and scooted forward on her stool to get closer to me. This move revealed a glimpse of black lace between her thighs, answering that question. She laid a hand far up on my right thigh, the hand with the incriminating ring, and said "Well, you are in luck. My husband is the one that helped me dress for this. He picked my dress, my thong, my 'fuck me' heels as he calls them. He perfumed me with my sexiest perfume which he also bought for me, and he waits at home knowing that before this evening is over I will have another man inside of me. What do you think about that?"
Feeling stupidly slow I said "I don't get it. I mean I don't understand. Why would he do that? You are so incredibly beautiful and sexy, and he wants you to make love to other men? Why, what's in it for him? I'm a little lost."

"Well, he (she calls him Joop, I do not know his real name) insists that I tell him all the details, and he becomes very aroused. I need more sex than he can give me, but he loves to hear about me fucking other men, and that is what I do, I do not make love to them as you say. He imagines what is happening to me as he sits home alone and masturbates, and when I get home he can smell and feel the sex on me, and he gets to live his fantasies."
As she was speaking her fingers were wandering on my leg, and soon found the swolen head of my cock, hard and about 8" down my right thigh. Her stroking soon swelled it to fullness, and she cupped her hand over my thick shaft. "Sometimes I find a tall handsome man with a very large cock, and if all goes well it can be a wonderful evening not only for me, but for him and later for my husband. What do you say, are you that man?"
I didn't know if she was telling the truth. I could not believe that any man would send this incredible woman out to be fucked by other men. It seemed only a wimp or a sissy would do this. Perhaps his equipment was so small that she needed to find more well-endowed men to make her happy. Perhaps he just really enjoyed his wife's pussy when it was filled with another man's seed. We each had another take and made small talk as I mulled over the reamister for this odd behavior.
I was excited not with the holy water, but with her beauty, and her scent, the warmth of her body and the feel of her wedding ring clad hand squeezing my erect cock. I could see the arousal and desire in her eyes, and her hard nipples showed through her dress.
This stunningly beautiful woman, wearing nothing but a tiny black dress, a black lace thong, high heels, and a perfume that shouted sex wanted me. I didn't care any longer about her husband, or the why of it. I threw some cash on the table and stood up, taking her hand.
"Let's go. I'm just up the road at the Hilton. Ride with me, and I'll bring you back for your car later."
Smiling, she stood and smoothed her dress, her eyes lingering on the bulge in my pants. "I don't have a car, my husband dropped me off. You can take me home, after, it will be OK." Her screwball husband brought her to me to be fucked. Unbelievable.

Anyone care to read more, or should I let it go here? I won't feel bad either way, I just don't want to go to the work of writing it if nobody is enjoying it. The only reamister to post the story is for other's enjoyment!

Stormydog,
Good story so far. I'm amazed that I'm the first to post back to you actually. I really would like to see how your story ends. I'm sure I'm not the only one.

Stormydog

Your story is excellent. It's very erotic. Don't be concerned about the lack of response. Its been looked at 972 times since you posted it. Judge its success by that criteria.

For some reamister many of the readers here don't want to take the time to express their appreciation. I think that they forget that this is an amateur writer's forum.

Keep writing. Your story is fun and imaginative. You will find that you will develop a group of readers who do support you with comments. I already know that I want to learn more about these charachters.

GH

I liked reading it and I look forward to more

Stormydog,

You got my attention, please continue

great so far lets see where it goes,

Hi all, and thanks for the kind words. I have tried to post the next installment, but am having some kind of technical difficulty that keeps losing the story somewhere. I wil get it worked out and post soon, thanks for your patience.
Sure am glad my car is more dependable than my computer!

She continued to suck very enthusiastically on my hard cock, doing something amazing with her tongue. I was already extremely horny from the feel and taste of her on my lips, and I was afraid I would embarass myself by cumming in a matter of seconds, but as I looked down at her dark shiny hair swaying as her head moved up and down on me and was about to beg her to stop, she stopped on her own.
She smiled up at me, her lips wet and glistening. "Did you like that?"

Like it? Was she crazy? "Let's just say I could die happy if that was happening at the time. I guess I don't care about your husband shooting me after all, it'd be worth it." She laughed that great laugh again. "If you hadn't stopped just then you would have had a mouthful very soon. I don't know what your tongue was doing, but it was incredible!"

She kissed me, her lips soft and hot. "I still intend to have a mouthful, as you say. I want to taste you."
"But I thought you wanted to fuck..."
"Oh, I do, and we will. Look at that big thick cock, I have to have that inside of me. I think you will get it up again, I'll make sure of it. Besides, Joop will be so jealous and horny when I tell him how big you are and how good you felt in me."
This was almost too weird for me, but there was no stopping now. "You really tell him all this? Why?"
"He loves to hear about men, especially men with real big cocks, fucking me and cumming in me. It makes him so excited and he gets so hard. He has a nice cock, but not big like this. I tease him and let him see and touch my wet swollen pussy before he can cum. Sometimes I use just my hands or I suck him off, but if he's been very good and gotten all his chores done, or bought me something nice, I might let him fuck me after."

This was wild, but I had to admit it was pretty erotic. That is , if you don't mind your wife fucking other men.
She just smiled a little at my bemused look, and said "Where was I? Oh, I remember," and took me back into her soft mouth. She was serious now, sucking and stroking , moaning softly with her own arousal. I slid my right hand over her hip and between her legs from behind. I found her hot and wet, touching her soft pussy lips and hard clit, and I slid one and then two fingers into her. She squeezed down hard on my fingers, gripping them, and thrust herself back to get them further into her, moaning softly.

I had less than a mile left to the hotel, but I knew I wasn't going to make it. Linda would make sure of that. As it was I had lasted only a few minutes, but I'm only human and at least I'd made it past those first few intense moments. I groaned "Oh god, I'm gonna cum!" If I thought she might back off at my warning, I was wrong. She just intensified her effort, and then I was spurting an enormous load into her mouth. And I almost rear-ended a car stopped at a red light!
I slammed on the brakes, squealing to a stop just inches from its rear bumper, and sat with both feet mashed to the floor as I continued to cum, pouring my big arousal induced load into her willing mouth. She never missed a beat, pausing momentarily to swallow and then catching the rest, licking and sucking as I gasped for air. The light turned green, and still I sat there.
My fingers sliding out of her Linda raised up, smiling, and kissed me, thrusting her tongue into my mouth. I could taste my cum on her, and feel it slippery on her lips. "Wow" she said, : "I'm impressed. It's not just a big gun, it was loaded." The car behind me honked. She licked along my jaw line. "Don't you think we should go?"
I was dazed. "What? Oh, yes, of course." Starting up, I looked at her.
"That was, without a doubt, the best blow-job I have ever had. Where did you learn that?"
She laughed again, pleased with the compliment (which was absolutely true) and said "Lots of practice. My husband always volunteers to be my assistant. My Guinea pig I guess you'd say. Sometimes I let him." What a fucking lucky guy this Joop, even if he did let her fuck other men. It began to become clear to me that he was powerless to deny her. Looking at her, all aroused and sexy, I knew I would not be able to deny her anything either.
I pulled into the lot and parked under a light where nobody would be likely to bother my truck. I tried to tuck my cock, wet and still half hard and rubbery back into my pants, eventually succceeding and carefully zipping up.
"Hurry, let's go to your room! I want naked bodies together and your tongue in me again." Good idea, I'd need a little recovery time.
As she moved to straighten her clothes I asked if she wanted her panties back to put on.
"Why? You will just have to take them off of me again." Logical, this girl.
"Besides, I like the feel of the cool night air moving across my wet pussy, and you never know what might happen in the elevator!"
Well, she was right, but I knew one thing that probably wouldn't happen in the elevator, not unless we did a couple of laps around the block first.
I took my briefcase in one hand and her hand in the other and we walked in, her panties in my pocket and my mind on the fact that she wasn't wearing any, and that she was so wet!

We crossed the lobby of the hotel and rounded the corner to the elevator just as the door began to slide shut. I stepped forward quickly and shoved my briefcase into the gap, and the door reopened. We stepped in and found a single passenger, a young guy about 16 or 17 I'd guess, standing near the control panel.
He had already pushed the 16th floor; I asked him to hit 14 for us, which he did as we stepped to the rear of the car. He was staring at Linda, and I don't even think he realized that his mouth was hanging open. I couldn't fault him for that, she looked even sexier than before with her lips slightly swollen and red and her long hair a little bit dishevelled. I think she was also putting out some serious sex pheromones, which were working on me and obviously hit his younger, hormone saturated brain like a ton of bricks.
It didn't help when Linda stopped directly in front of me and started to slowly grind her soft ass against my groin as the elevator began to climb. He could obviously see what she was doing, her movements were exaggerated for his benefit, and even though he turned bright red he couldn't tear his eyes away. Her motion was pushing her skirt up, and it didn't have far to go before she'd give him a real eyeful.

He swung the small bag he was carrying in front of him to hide the growing bulge in his pants, but I knew Linda had already seen it, and she turned up the heat by leaning forward and pushing back into me, giving him a look down her dress at her tits. To my amazement I was getting hard too!
As she straightened up she reached both arms back to encircle my neck, which pulled her dress up enough to completely expose her. This position also thrust her hips forward, so this poor kid had a glorious view of her neatly trimmed pussy. From his vantage point he could probably see how wet she was. I think he stopped breathing for the rest of the ride, the spell broken only when the bell chimed for our floor.
As the door opened and I stepped out, Brenda got right in the boy's face and reached between him and the bag he was holding so protectively, gripping the hard bulge through his pants and squeezing and stroking it aggressively. I put my foot against the door to hold it open, and watched, stunned and aroused, as the diamond on her finger flashed with the motion of her left hand on his crotch. She had her right hand on his shoulder and her face inches from his. I know he could smell my cum on her breath, and within just 10 or 12 seconds he groaned "Oh cuckolds brownie,oh,oh god", and pushed himself hard into her hand.
She covered his mouth with her own, thrusting her tongue into it while she continued to squeeze and maul his cock while he pumped his big hot load into his pants. I stared as the wet stain spread across the front of his thin pants; he couldn't have had underwear on, it soaked through too fast and spread too far.
Linda stepped back, looking at the sheen of his cum on her hand, then wiped it off on the front of his shirt.. Looking down at the havoc she had wrought, she smiled. "It looks and felt like you needed that. You're going to make some girl very happy with that big cock of yours, but you better practice lasting longer."
He just blushed all the more, and stammered "I - I know, but you're so hot!" He remembered I was there, and looked at me, startled. I said "Just thank the lady, mister." He did, profusely. I think he was truly in love, or at least in serious lust. He would certainly never forget it, and I expected it would fuel many a masturbatory fantasy.
We left the elevator, the door closing on him and his cum-soaked pants. "I hope he's not sharing a room witth his parents, that wet spot would be tough to explain. I sure enjoyed that though. I'm really horny now, I hope your tongue is all loosened up and ready to explore!"
I said 'Maybe he has a change of pants in his bag. I hope so. I can't believe you did that! Do you do that kind of stuff in front of your husband, or do you just tell him about your exploits?"
"Well, both really, but he probably would have just about cum on himself too if he saw me do that. I couldn't leave that poor boy in his condition, so hard and horny with his balls getting all blue. That was a little wild though, even for me."
Now, she's not my wife, but I had to admit that it had been pretty hot watching her do that. I opened the door to my room, not knowing if I should believe her last statement or not.

The whole episode, from stepping into the elevator until we got to my room couldn't have been more than 2 or 3 minutes, but I had found it very erotic, and I could tell that it had left Linda in an almost desperately horny state. No sooner had the door closed behind us that she dropped to her knees and pulled my cock, by now mostly hard again, out of my pants and wrapped her soft mouth around it.
She sucked me hard and fast for a few moments, until I was stone hard and throbbing, then stood and pulled me toward the bed. She dropped onto the bedspread and pulled her legs up and apart, exposing her wet and swollen pussy, "Lick me Erryk, eat my pussy and if you're any good I might let you fuck me."
I didn't need to be told twice, and yanking my shirt off I quickly positioned myself between her long legs and slowly parted her wet pink lips with my tongue. She tasted like heaven, and I began to lose myself in the sensations. Her moans and her heat, the feel and taste of her on my tongue, and my hard cock pressing against the soft spread combined to create an overwhelming sense of lust and desire. She again grabbed my hair and pulled my face hard into her, thrusting ler pussy against my lips and tongue while her hips bucked.
She was getting louder with her moans, crying out so that I knew anyone in the hall or neighboring rooms would surely hear her, but I didn't care. Let them be horny and jealous, we were enjoying ourselves immensely. As I crushed her hard clit with the flat of my tongue, she exploded into an enormous orgasm, locking both hands into my hair and squeezing my head hard between her thighs. Her juices flowed into my mouth, and I swallowed hungrily, savoring her honey.
As she slowly came back to earth I continued to lick her softly and slowly, inserting my tongue into her as far as I could. I enjoyed the way my touch made her twitch and cry out softly, and kept torturing her with light caresses, now her clit, then her soft lips, then sliding the tip of my tongue into her opening.
I raised up, my cock straining toward the ceiling, and held her legs up and apart as I thrust my entire length into her well lubricated pussy. She cried out, and came again, bucking against me and digging her nails into my shoulders. I continued to fuck her hard, fast, and deep. She was so tight and so hot, and so deeply enjoying this that I wouldn't have lasted 2 minutes if she had not already sucked me off. As it was I felt like I could go all night. Right then I certainly wanted to.
After a few minutes Linda asked if she could suck my cock again, so I withdrew from her tight tunnel and rolled onto my back. She began to lick and suck me. licking her own juices off my cock ana balls. I knew by then that she was an oral artist, and she knows it and enjoys providing the service. She sucked my cock for several minutes, stopping to comment on how big and thick it was and to suck my balls, one at a time, into her mouth and bathe them with her tongue. Exquisite!

Once I was well soaked in her saliva she leaned over me and pressed her beautiful breasts to the sides of my cock, engulfing me and giving me a great titty fuck. I could feel her hard nipples sliding in the pool of her saliva and my precum on my lower stomach, and knew she was enjoying the sensation.
I couldn't last too long with her doing this, the sight and the feelings were just too intense, and soon I started to feel the building rush in my balls.
"Baby, I'm going to cum, unhhh god."
She quickly straddled me, guiding my cock deep into her pussy just as I started to gush a huge load, my entire body pushed to the limit by the intensity of my own orgasm. Her pussy gripped me tightly, and I could feel her thrusting onto me and milking every drop of semen out of me.

As my spasms slowly subsided, I grabbed her and rolled her over, still locked deep inside of her, and began to slowly thrust my slowly softening cock into the hot pool of semen deep inside her pussy.

I slowly shrank and slid out of her, followed by a gush of cum. Linda said "Oh quick, give me my panties!"
"What? Why? Don't you want to clean up first?"
"No, I'll tell you in a minute, just get them and help me put them on."
I retreived them from my pants pocket and walked back to the bed, saying "You know, I wanted to keep these as a souvenir."
"No, there, just help me pull them up, yeah, there, thanks. No, if you want a pair of my panties I'll have to bring 2 next time (there was going to be a next time?? Alright!!) because Joop likes me to show him my panties all full of cum so he can believe I really did the things I tell him."
"Babe, your husband is one strange dude. Do you just give him the wet panties?"
"No, sometimes he likes to take them off me, then he fucks me and enjoys the wet seconds. Other times, if he's already gone to bed, I leave them for him, on his night table, or on his dresser, or next to his sink, maybe at the breakfast table where he sits. It's my semen surprise for him. I never wash until he has felt me, or fucked me. I wish he would eat my cum filled pussy, but he has not wanted to do that. Not yet."
I wanted to find out more about their lifestyle, so I fixed us a couple of takes from the mini bar and encouraged her to tell me more about it.

Thanks polik, I couldn't ask for a better compliment than that! I posted the last section without looking for replies, sorry I didn't get back to you sooner but I've been travelling again.
If any of this gets you in the same state again, please do something about it and then tell us!

I set the takes down on the table near the sofa and walked over to Linda, still laying on her back on the bed. I noticed my clothes brownietered in a path from the door to the bed, but didn't remember taking off my pants, which were in a heap at the foot of the bed. All I had on was my socks, a particularly stupid look which I quickly corrected by pulling them off.

Linda's tiny little black dress, the one that had started all this, was hanging neatly over the back of a chair. When the hell did that happen? I don't remember either of us doing that, I don't even remember pulling it off of her. All she had on were the panties I'd just helped her with and which now had cum oozing through the lace between her legs, and her hooker heels.
I gave her my hand to help her up, and when she stood naked in front of me but for those scant clothes I was again taken by her beauty, the thick mussed up dark hair, the perfect breasts with her nipples jutting out, and the long slender legs which the heels emphasized so well. If I hadn't just had her I would be hard as stone just looking at her. I wanted her again, right then, but there was no way, so we walked to the sofa. I handed her her take, and she took a sip."Mmm, that's good. My throat was dry from breathing so hard." She took a bigger gulp.
I held my take as I sat on the sofa, my wet, soft but still swollen cock flopping over onto my thigh. She looked at it, completely at ease with our nudity, and commented that even half hard I was bigger than her husband. "He will get very aroused when I tell him how much bigger you are, and how you filled me up and stretched my pussy."
"Really? That's kind of strange, most men would be very hurt and embarassed by that I would think, that their wife had enjoyed a larger cock than what they have. I'd have felt very threatened and angry if my wife ever told me that."
She sat next to me, hooking her left knee over my right so that her legs were spread and I could see the cum soaking through her panties. She began to lightly finger my still sensitive cock with her left hand, flopping it back and forth between her fingers. I stared at her wedding ring, reminding myself that she was married, and apparently happily so.

I rubbed her mound, then slid down and pressed her panties into her soaking groove, feeling the cum run slippery across my fingers and further saturating her panties. "If what you said is true, your husband is going to love these. You must have squeezed a huge load out of me, 'cause it's just gushing from you." I ran my cum soaked fingers over her left nipple, then bent and licked it clean.
"You don't mind tasting your own cum?" She seemed very surprised, then I remembered her comment about her husband not being willing to clean her, after. "No, I don't mind it at all. It has no taste, to me, and how can I expect a woman to take it in her mouth if I'm not willing to do the same?"

"Would you lick me after, you know, eat my pussy when it was full of cum?"
"My own, sure. I'm not so sure I'd be willing to put my tongue in another man's cum. I'd probably have to be really horny, really takes, or tied up. Or maybe all three. That idea has never really crossed my mind, but then I never expect to be in a situation where that issue might arise."
"But you'd eat your own? Show me!!"
I smiled at her eagerness to try something new. "Maybe later, not right now. We're talking. Tell me what you'll do when you go home. Will Joop pick you up here, or do I drop you off at home?"
"He'll pick me up here if I tell him to, even come up and get me at the door and tell you thanks for fucking me. He's at home right now, imagining what I'm doing and fantasizing, his cock all hard and his balls aching.
"I want you to drop me off at home, and we'll walk up to the door and you will need to give me a big hug, and squeeze my ass when my dress lifts up, and press your big bulge against me. He will watch through the window, knowing you were inside of me and that I'm all full of cum for him, and he will see how tall you are and the big truck you drive, and I will tell him all about your big cock and how much you cum, in my mouth and inside of me."
She was starting to get ME horny again with all this! "Don't you love him anymore, is that part of this?"
"No, I love him very much, and he loves me. We just both get something we need from this. I'm not going to run away with you and leave him you know, I just like to fuck different men, especially ones with big cocks, and he likes to know what I've done. You and me, we fucked, and it was great, but later I will make love to him."

"Yeah, right, by telling him that his cock is smaller than the one you just had, and by making him take sloppy seconds. Do you get off with him?"

"Sometimes, and really good too, but I have to tell him that you were better, that you fucked me with your big cock like he never could. He gets very turned on by that, and I love him so I make love to him that way and he lets me do this, which I love. I keep thinking about you eating my pussy, and it is making me very aroused. Please, please show me now!"

I leaned over Linda and helped her get her soaked panties off as she raised up, and then pushed the coffee table back and took a long take, finishing my take and letting the ice rest for a moment against my lips.
I hooked my arms beneath her legs and pulled her to my face, pressing my cold lips into her soaked and steamy sex. She gasped and rubbed herself against my lips, which quickly warmed.
She was squirming against me, trying to get as much contact as she could. Her head, shoulders and upper back rested on the sofa, and her firm ass against my chest as I ran my tongue up her slit from back to front. I could taste her in the juices, and feel the viscous slipperiness of my own semen on my tongue. I began to lick vigorously at her, stopping to swallow as my mouth folled with my saliva and semen and her own wetness. It was extremely wet and sensual, and I could feel myself slowly becoming engorged again. I couldn't get enough, my lips and chin were soaked with our juices, and I could feel the moisture running down her ass and onto my chest so that she slid against me in the slick as she bucked, approaching her orgasm. I put my tongue deeply into her, then swirled it around her hard clit as she came hard, her muscle contractions powering a spurt of our combined cum into my mouth.
She reached under her back and found my cock, hard and thick, and squeezed me hard. "Oh, god, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me pleeease!"

I lowered her and positioned my cock at her wet opening, slowly, very slowly sliding into her hot grip. She bucked, trying to slide herself onto my cock, but I held her hips and controlled the penetration, very slowly entering her, watching as little by little my thick shaft disappeared into her body. It felt so good, the temptation was there to just slam into her and fuck our brains out, but she was whimpering and begging for more, and I slowly gave it to her. "Oh god, oh please, please, you're making me crazy, I want you, please fuck me, oh please, oh my god!!"

Just as I was almost fully into her I leaned forward, thrusting the last inch or so, and pressed my cum soaked lips to hers. She sucked at my lips and tongue, licking my chin to share our juices. I could feel the tip of my cock against the end of her tunnel, and my balls pressed into the wet slippery pool on her ass. I held still as her pussy clenched me and she shuddered through another orgasm, crying out her pleasure, As she came down a little I slowly started to fuck her with long deep strokes. I knew I'd be able to last a long time this time, and I owed her a refill. I'd eaten all the cum she had intended for her husband.

I continued to fuck her with long deep strokes, savoring the feel of her tight heat gripping me, almost too well lubricated, which reduced the friction somewhat. Fortunately she was tight enough that it didn't matter, and I could feel the muscles of her pussy clenching and relaxing as she squeezed me.
Back at the bar she had looked as though she was built for sex, and she had proven that in this case the looks did not deceive. I don't have a huge wealth of experience, I have probably been with less than 30 women in my life, but I have found that sometimes the really beautiful ones don't have the enthusiasm to see that their partners enjoy sex as much as they do, it seems to be all about their satisfaction, or that they are too reserved or aloof to relax and have a good time.

It has seemed to me that the women that could be described as a little more average, less image conscious, maybe carrying a few extra pounds are the ones that know how to really enjoy themselves, and are as lusty about sex as they may be about food, or about being loud and rowdy and the life of the party. As I said, just an observation from my limited experience. But that was not the case here, and I digress:

She felt so good inside that I probably could have climaxed easily, if I had let myself, but Linda had reached a series of small orgasms, and I enjoyed watching her face and hearing the sounds she made as she came. Besides, it felt too good to end already, but I knew if I kept thrusting my control would crack and I'd be pouring into her again.

To forestall that I withdrew completely, and Linda whimpered softly at the sudden emptiness. "Please, don't stop." "Oh, don't worry, I'm not. Just roll over, get on your hands and knees. I want you from behind."
She looked at my cock, swollen hard and wet, then up at my face. "You can't put it in my ass, you're too big."
"I won't if you don't want me to, just turn over." She did, resting her head, shoulders and chest on the sofa cushion but thrusting her gorgeous ass up into the air. I paused for a moment to admire the view, her pussy lips red swollen and wet, slightly open for me, her ass and thighs slick with the wetness of our efforts, her asshole a tight pink pucker.

I slid two fingers into her, feeling the wetness and feeling her pussy clamp down on them. When I had my middle finger well soaked with our combined cum I slid it out and pressed the tip of it against her tight anus, pushing slowly. At first she tightened up, but then she began to press herself back against my finger, relaxing a little so that it slid into her ass.
I continued the slow pressure until my finger was deep into her, my knuckles against her ass, then I bent my finger and moved it around in her rectum. She gasped and moaned at that, and began to slowly move back and forth, fucking her own ass onto my hand, which I held very still as she slid the length of my finger.
"Oh, my god that feels so amazing, god, put your cock in my pussy, please hurry, hurry, I'm going to cum!!" I had to bend my arm and wrist to an awkward angle to accomplish it, but I slammed my rampant cock into her, full depth, which jammed my hand tight against her and my finger deep into her. She slammed back against me, groaning out between clenched teeth "OH YES, oh oh GOD YESSss, oh my god!"

That did it for me, and I pulled my finger out of her with an audible pop and grabbed her hips and began to buck hard into her, thrusting deeply. With each thrust I coud hear her going "Unh, unh, unh, yes, unh", as she pushed back to take all of me, squeezing me tight.
I couldn't last much longer, and when she reached back between her legs and grabbed my balls, squeezing them and mashing them into her wet pussy, it was all over, and I began to spurt deep inside of her.
I held her tight against me as I pumped 2 or 3 spurts into her, then withdrew and thrust in, pumping 2 or 3 more. With her pussy rhythmically clenching my cock, and her hand tight on my balls, I felt like I might never stop. How could I have this much, I had already come twice this night?
Finally the spasms subsided, and I withdrew from her, falling onto my side on the floor exhausted and drained, every muscle limp. I might never get hard again.
Linda flipped quickly onto her back, breathing heavily, but keeping her knees up. "Quick, give me my panties." I groped around for them, remembering that she wanted to present her cum filled panties to her husband. My hand found them, all wet sticky lace, on the floor beside me, and I looked at them as I passed them to her. "Those aren't going to hold much more cum, you know. They're pretty saturated already, its run through the lace.
She laughed as she struggled to pull them on. "That's OK, then your cum will just run down my legs. He will like that too, when I wrap my legs around him."
She stood and shook her long hair out, combing through it with her fingers and then throwing it back so that it fell across her shoulders and back, long shiny curls mussed by our activities, looking like she had just been well fucked. She came and stod over me, and I rolled onto my back. She put one foot, now bare, on either side of my head so that I was looking up at the underside of her breasts and her crotch, white cum seeping through her balck panties.

"Erryk, do you like the view?"
Of course I did, how could I not? If I had not just cum 3 times in the last couple of hours this would have had me hard instantly. "I love the view. If I were not almost in a coma I would need to have you again."
"Mmm, that sounds good. Do you think you can?"
"No, no way, not for a long time. The way I feel now I may never get it up again." I was actually pretty pleased that I ahd been able to go 3 times in just the evening, it had been awhile since I had tried that. I had that dull ache very deep in my groin, a satisfied and pleasant ache really, but one that let me know I was about spent for now.
Linda lowered herself down, squatting until her lace covered pussy was just inches from my face. I could plainly see the cum soaking through the lace, and a small rivulet trickling down her left thigh. I turned my head and caught the trickle on my tongue, tracing up to its point of origin and running my tongue across the wet lace. I tasted us, and swallowed my prize.
Linda shuddered, and stood up "God, if you keep that up you'll have me cumming again, but no more for you. This load is for me. Well, me and my husband." She raised one foot and put the sharp heel on my chest, the pointed toe under my chin, and nudged me. "Come on, get up, you need to take me home to my husband so he can see what you did to me. He will be so happy tonight, this is a great story to tell him."

I grabbed her foot, and she let out a small cry. almost losing her balance. I pulled her shoe off and dropped it, and brought her foot to my lips, kissing the bottom of her foot in her arch, the most sensitive spot. She twitched and curled her toes; I knew then that she was slightly ticklish, so I continued, licking the sole of her foot from heel to toes, and back again. I heard a small gasp, and a soft "Oh, god!", and I knew she liked this.
I brought her toes to my mouth, and one by one I licked them, focusing on the underside where there are more nerve endings, and then sucking them, each in turn, slowly and softly, letting my tongue trace the bends and up to the ball of her foot. Looking up at the underside of her beautiful tush and at her pussy, I continued to lavish attention on her toes and on her arch. I saw when she pressed her hand to her pussy and began to rub the cum soaked lace against her clit, and saw the drops of cum glistening on her fingers. I heard her cry out and felt the muscles in her leg and foot tense as she came, pressing her thighs together with her own hand pressed hard between them.
She collapsed, sitting down none too softly on my stomach, still straddling me, and fell forward so that her hair covered my face as well as hers and her lips were inches from my ear. "Oh, Erryk, you're *******ing me" she panted into my ear "I've never had a man make me cum just from sucking my toes before." I could feel her chest heaving and her hard nipples against me. I could also feel her heat and wetness down low on my pubic area, and tickling my limp cock, which was trying valiantly to stir. The desire was there, but it was too soon.
"Well, technically you rubbing yourself probably had something to do with it you know."
"But that was your fault" she objected. "I had to, you were making me too horny. You could probably keep me cumming all night, even if you don't get hard again. You're very inventive."
"Well, I'd sure like to try, but we need to get you home. Do you want to shower?" She just raised up and looked at me, and wiggled her wet crotch against me. "Oh yeah, that's right, I forgot you need to keep that . Do you mind if I grab a quick rinse off?" She didn't, so she got up and I headed into the bath and showered quickly. When I pushed the shower curtain back, Linda was there, leaning back against the sink and watching me. She looked down at my cock, dangling long and puffy between my legs. "You have a beautiful cock, but I think I wore it out." "You sure did, but he's gonna live I think. Toss me that towel, will you?"

She did one better and brought the towel over to me, opening it and holding it to my face with both hands. She began to dry me, something nobody had done since I was a young. She had removed her other shoe, and she seemed much smaller now, wearing only her thong panties, her nipples standing out proudly on her perfect breasts. She dried my back, then each of my arms as I held them out, then my chest and stomach, dropping her hand until she cupped my cock and balls in a bundle of warm soft terry cloth, softly massaging my sex as she dried me. I felt myself start to thicken as she moved around to the back drying my ass and the small of my back and commenting on the muscular shape of my butt. She asked about a thin white scar I had received at the top of my right buttock in a motorcycle accident, and I told her about it as she dried the back of my legs. She nipped my butt, then ran her wet tongue slowly up the crack of my ass, then back down, probing between and almost but not quite touching my anus. She held the towel in one hand as she did this, cupping my balls from behind in her other and squeezing them.

Looking down, I was amazed to see myself getting hard. She moved to the front of my legs, looking at my growing cock but saying nothing. I felt it brush her face as she moved in front of me, and a few tendrils of her hair wrapped around my rising shaft. She seemed not to notice, and finished drying me by having me raise each foot so that she could dry as I leaned against her, my cock against her face and then her neck, her hair covering me.
Finished, she dropped the towel on the floor and put a hand on each of my hips, her lips inches from my half hard cock. She licked her lips, slowly and seductively, and then in one smooth sensuous movement she took my cock deep into her mouth and her throat, right down to the base, and held it there. All I felt was heat, and suction, and wetness, and her tongue doing something amazing to me. After what seemed like forever she withdrew, and smiled at my cock, now totally hard and shiny wet. She held it up against my stomach with one hand, and used her tongue to bathe my aching balls. I knew I could cum again if she kept on, but she quit and used the towel to again dry my equipment.
"Now you're ready to take me home. I want Joop to see your bulge and how big you are so that he will know you have stretched me for him. He likes me all loose and sloppy." I couldn't imagine she was ever loose, not in my breif experience.
We walked out in the room to get our clothes, my cock waving ahead of me like a spear. As I reached for my jeans Linda objected, asking what other pants I had. "Whatever is clean is in the dresser. I'll wear whatever you find," thinking she would get my khakis or my sweats. Instead, she came up with my thin knit workout shorts, in gray, and under which i usually wear athletic support underwear when I work out.
"Here, wear these. I want to show you off."
"OK, give me the white underwear."
"No, no underwear, just those. Will you hang out the bottom?"
I had tried them before that way and knew I wouldn't. "Not quite, or not when I'm not hard anyhow, but I can't wear them in public like that. It will be obscene."
"Mmmm, yes, and wonderful. Put them on, I want to see." I pulled them on, but still half hard the tip of my cock did stick out the leg a little. "See, I can't go out like this."
"All men should have to dress like that all the time so that a girl knows what she is getting. Help me with my shoes and get your own. By the time we leave you will be OK."
She was right, a few minutes later I had nothing protruding, but the pants left little to the imagination. I could only hope to sneak through the hotel without meeting anybody, and it was pretty late. I had on a t shirt, the shorts, and sandals, she was attired as she had been hours ago in her little dress and high fuck me heels, and her panties, now soaked in our combined fluids.
We left to go to my truck, me with the strange duty of taking her back to a husband that had sent her out to be fucked and, if she could be believed, had sat home all night, hard and horny and waiting for her to return with her sticky bounty so that he could have his reward. Still a strange idea to me, but I had sure enjoyed it so far.
We met one woman, crossing the lobby, and her eyes never left my crotch as we met and passed. I know I was blushing, and now I know how women feel when men talk to their tits.
When we got into my truck I helped Linda in from my side, and she slid over only far enough for me to get in, then leaned against me. She raised up and pulled her dress out from under her, pressing her cum soaked ass and pussy against my warm leather upholstery. "I am going to leave a cum stain on your seat. Do you have a towel or something?"
"No, but it's OK, it will dry."
Well, it did, and to this day I can still see the outline of her small ass and the mark of her pussy outlined on my seat next to me. I love it, great memories of that night, and while I know others have noticed it, and probably realized what it is, nobody has ever asked.

I was looking forward with some trepidation to meeting her husband, and with great anticipation to seeing her again. If anyone wants the story to continue, please let me know. If I've worn it out please let me know that too, I'm an amateur and constructive criticism is welcome.

As we drove to her home Linda snuggled up against me, her hand alternately cupping me and stroking me. The feel of her fingers playing with my tired but sensitive cock was almost too much to stand.

"Mmm, I really like the way these shorts fit you. You should dress like this all the time." I snorted "Yeah, right, this is the kind of thing you see every day, guys wandering around with their cocks almost hanging out. I think most people find it more socially acceptable for women to be the ones that dress suggestively."
"That's my point. I think it's only fair if you guys, or at least the good looking ones, would show off what they've got too."

"Well, I do have to earn a living, and unless I'm going to do that by being a gay prostitute, which I'm not, I do have to protect an image and a reputation. I only dressed this way tonight for you."
"Mm-hmm, and don't forget my husband. I'm showing him what I just had too. It will drive him crazy, and I can't wait!"
She fished my cock out the right leg opening and began to stroke around the head of it with her fingertips. To my surprise, I could feel myself swelling. I dropped my right hand to her crotch, and she instantly spread her legs wide. She was sopping wet with my cum and her own juices, and her panties had long ago become soaked to capacity. The wet slipperiness extended well down the inside of both thighs by now, and was soaking into my truck seat under her ass. I ran my fingertips up and down her sensitive inner thighs, enjoying the slipperiness of our cum on her smooth, taut skin. She moaned, and I could feel a shudder run through her body as she leaned on me.
"Linda, you'd fuck all night if you could, wouldn't you?" She grabbed my hand to stop my teasing strokes and pressed it into her soaking pussy."God yes, I can't think of a better way to spend a night. How many men do you think I could wear out?"
I had to laugh at that. I had never met such a horny bitch, or at least not one that would so readily admit it. I could understand why her husband couldn't keep up. "I don't know, let's start with 4 sometime and work our way up. You could tie up your husband and power him to watch."

"Erryk, I like the way you think. I wouldn't have to tie him up though, I could make him beg me to be allowed to watch. He would really get off on that, and on having me after everyone else was finished."

"Really?" I was having trouble believing this. "Yes, really. He sends me out to do this and loves to hear about it. I know he would like to watch, but most guys would freak if he were there."
She jammed my cock back into my shorts and grabbed my cell phone from the dashboard compartment and started punching buttons. "Who are you calling?"
"I'm not. I'm putting Joop's work number into your phone. You need to call him sometime tomorrow and catch him at his desk, and tell him how much you enjoyed his wife. Tell him everything we did, and how good it felt, and how many times you made me cum, al that stuff."

"I can't do that, it would be too cruel."
"No, you need to. He will get so turned on that he can't walk around in front of his co-workers with his cock hard. If you're really good he might even leak a wet spot of cum in his pants. He does that when he's really aroused."

I was starting to warm to the idea. If this was true, I just might enjoy being in the "dominant stud" role. This was a totally new experience for me, I mean I had on a couple occasions had brief affairs with married women, but always in fear of their husband finding out. Now I was being asked to rub his nose in it. Figuratively and maybe, eventually, literally.

"Well, I could sneak a few private minutes to do that, if you're sure."

"I am. Tell him how tight and horny I was. Tell him how you licked your cum from my pussy. Especially tell him how I kept telling you how big your cock was compared to him, that your big cock was so much better that his tiny pathetic limp little dick and how hard I would come with you in meand your huge balls bouncing on my ass. God, I'm making myself so horny!"
"I can't say that! Is he really that small?"
"No, he's kind of average, but you are quite a bit bigger and he likes to be told how small he is. It's offense, it's part of the game, and it turns him on. Here, this is my house, pull over there."
It was a nice looking home, and the front porch light was on. "Walk me to the door, I want him to see you."
"OK, but first, where did you enter his number on my phone?"
She pushed a couple of buttons and held it up. "Here, in you directory under 'C'." I looked; it said 'Cuckold Wimp'. I was vaguely familiar with the term. I shook my head as I stepped out of my truck and turned to help her down.

Stormy,
You are keeping this pot boiling consistently well here. Thank you and please keep it going.

Thanks peak, glad you're enjoying it. And now for another installment...

I got back to my hotel, exhausted and with that pleasant ache down deep in my groin that told me I had given my equipment a major workout. I was deep arelax when my alarm went off about 5 hours later, but I had dreamed of Linda and been very aroused much of the night. I think this was due to the fact that the room smelled of her perfume and of sex, and to the fact that I could still almost feel her against me and her pussy clenched on my cock. I was a little obsessed, I think, and looking forward to seeing her again.
My phone rang as I stepped out of the shower, and when I answered, it was the object of my desire.
"Hi. Good to know you survived the night. How are you this morning?"

"Good, how are you? Did your husband enjoy your exploits and your, uh, moistened condition?"
She laughed. "You have a real way with words. Yes, he enjoyed it too much. He came about 10 seconds after he got in me, he just gets too excited sometimes. Probably my fault, but it's a good thing you gave me so many good orgasms or I would have been very upset with him. I might have had to punish him. Cum ran out of me all night thanks to you guys. I had to make him change the sheets before he left for work today, they were wet and smelly. I even have to wash the pad."
"Oh, well, are you sorry about that? As I recall, you seemed to enjoy it."

"I loved it. Let's do it again soon. Pick me up for dinner?"

"What, before my meeting? I thought you were just coming for takes after."
'I thought let's have dinner, then I'll come to your meeting and see what you do. That's OK isn't it?"
It was OK , the meeting is covered by sunshine laws and open to the public, but..."You'll be bored to tears, it will be 2 hours of technical discussions, presentations, politicking and ass kissing."

"That's OK, I liked kissing your ass. Maybe I'll like watching you kiss someones ass. Or maybe I'll find an even better ass than yours to kiss. Or lick. Or stick my tongue into until his cock gets hard and starts oozing cum..."

"OK, OK, stop, you can come. Boy, when it comes to sex you never quit, do you?. I think that's a fine attribute in a woman. Where have you been all my life?"
"Would you like to have been my cuckold husband, Erryk?"
I thought about that. She is extraordinary, but no, I'm not built that way. "I see your point. No, I'm a little too posessive for that. I didn't like my wife fucking other guys, even though we were almost over by the time I found out about it, and even though I was also playing the field. No, you'd have had to be mine."

"I couldn't do that. I need men, lots of hung horny men and a husband to come home to, to take care of me, to clean me and dress me and support me, and to share my sex life mostly vicariously. We wouldn't have worked Erryk. Joop is special, my special cucky wimp husband. We were lucky to find each other, and it works."

She was right; it was weird, but it did seem to work for them. "Hey, listen, speaking of him, tell him to dress you classy tonight. I know you can't help but look sexy, but tell him nothing too slutty or revealing, and for god's sake don't use the magic pecker-stiffening perfume you wore last night. Something a little more subtle, please. This meeting is very important, and if you're with me..."

"Don't worry, Joop will know just what to do. I'll be on my best behavior."

For some reamister I didn't find that last comment as reassuring as she intended it, you know, the old 'when she's good she's very good, and when she's bad she's excellent' syndrome popped to mind.
"Pick you up at 6:00 for dinner? The meeting is at 8."

"OK, don't forget to call Joop today."
"I won't. Bye, see you later."
"Bye bye, stay hard!"

I probably would much of the day. I finished dressing and headed for work.

Thanks Kokomo, and you're right, there is just something about the way a woman's lips feel and taste after a blowjob, all hot and swollen and slick, her breath smelling of cum, her face flushed, her tongue in my mouth, and, uh, that, uh, is , uh....
Sorry, I kind of lost my train of thought there.

First thing that morning I had a meeting with Mike and Ken, the project coordinator/main honcho and the general contractor, respectively, for this project. Both are great guys, and we had worked together many times in the past. We seemed to be on the same wavelength on things, and I knew the project would go as smoothly as possible with this team on it.

Ken I had known for only a few years, but we got along well. He was a little older, and very low key and down to earth, and very straight-laced.

Mike on the other hand I have known since college when we were arbitrarily assigned as roommates our freshman year. We had both come from out-of-state, and did not know anyone to choose as a roomie, so we teammates got assigned together. It was an odd and awkward pairing at first, I am from a small town in South Dakota, 99% white, and he was from Memphis, is black, and did not have a lot of contact with, as he put it, "white folks as friends".
We both had gotten partial scholarships to play football, he as a defensive end and me as outside linebacker and occasional tight end. We loved to play, and were decent players, but we both knew that we were not likely to go beyond college as football players. Accordingly, we were both pretty focused on getting our degrees and then jobs we liked. After a few tentative days of getting to know each other following the early team meetings we hit it off, and have become very close. When I stayed with architecture, he branched off into finance and management, and we frequently get a chance to work together which we both enjoy. He was the best man at my wedding, and we have helped each other through some very tough times of permisteral loss.

I tell you that to tell you this:
It was from Mike that I found out that my wife was screwing other men, and I found out because after noticing some strange behavior on both their parts I asked him over beers at our local hangout one night if he was fucking my wife. He admitted that he was, and I punched him in the mouth. The ensuing brawl moved into the parking lot, and we beat the crap out of each other.
He is probably 35 lbs heavier than me, and considerably stronger, and less takes, but I was much more pissed off, and I think his guilt held him back. Nevertheless, by the time the police got there he had me pinned down and was sitting on my chest, pinning my arms, and we were both redy and in tears over what we assumed was a shattered friendship.

The cops ultimately let us go in the custody of a more sober friend that promised to drive us home. Mike talked me into coming into his place to talk, and we did, late into the night.
I had known for some time that my marriage was basically over everywhere except on paper, and had suspected that Sue was fucking around. Hell, I was doing some of that myself by then, but having it confirmed, especially that my best friend was one of the guys fucking her...
I kept getting this mental image of my wife with my best friend's enormous black cock buried in her, and yes, I knew from some nights in college when we had double dated and then taken both girls back to our room for a little fun that he was and is extremely well endowed, larger than me, and I've been told that I'm pretty big. That image physically sickened me, and made me even more ashamed of the couple of affairs I'd had with married women.
The pain and offense of being cuckolded (although I was unfamiliar with the word at that time) was almost unbearable. The fact that it was my best friend made it worse. Although Sue, Mike, and I had had a 3-way one takesen night during our senior year when she and I were dating pretty seriously, we had with some embarassment tried to forget about it once we sobered up.
I knew Sue had enjoyed it, and she would occasionally in later years make reference to his size and how good it had felt. She had alternated sucking and fucking both of us, and had come multiple times and been a complete whore.
Mike had cum once in her mouth, early, and I had cum in her pussy. I had been too takes to get it up again, but he had later fucked her and cum in her pussy while she was licking my balls. We woke up the next morning all 3 in the same bed, naked, badly hung-over and badly embarassed by our behavior, and Sue with cum all over her.
I was very ashamed, as Mike seemed to be, but I always had the feeling that Sue would be happy to do it again. She and Mike always had an easy familiarity and closer friendship after that night, whereas they had been somewhat uncomfortable around each other before, so I was thankful for that at least. I should have seen it coming.
Anyhow, Mike and I talked things out that night after our fight, and salvaged our friendship. He reminded me that I was behaving as badly as they were, and that I had confided in him that I expected to divorce soon. He swore it would not have happened if he thought Sue and I still loved each other. Sue and I got our divorce soon after, but have remained surprisingly close, and occasionally get together for sex, which seems better now that we're not married. Maybe we'll repeat that 3-way again some day. He still fucks her pretty regularly when he's in town.

Anyhow, I wanted to introduce you to Mike, as he plays a part in this story. Our meeting that morning went well, and at about 10:00 I found myself alone out by my truck. I brought up my cell phone directory and scrolled to 'Cuckold Wimp', and hit the call button to fulfill my promise to Linda. This could prove to be a strange experience.

He answered on the second ring.
"Technical Services, how can I help you?"

"You can listen to what I have to say. Your wife told me to call you. Do you know who this is?"

"Yes sir, I believe I do."

"Good. Did you enjoy the special gift Linda brought you? Was she wet enough for you?"

"Why yes sir, it seemed to be quite satisfactory."
Why was he talking so strangely? Then it dawned on me; he was where he could be overheard by his fellow employees. I would not only be tormenting him, I would be doing it in front of others, and if he responded they would know. I had a chance to embarass him badly if he should lose control at any point. Normally I wouldn't have the heart for this, but Linda had assured me that it wasvery important that I do this well.

"Are you in an open cubicle where your friends can see and hear you?"

"Yes sir that is the case."

"Women?"

"Well 3 sir, and a gentleman."

Time to change my approach. "Joop, thank you for your wife. You did good, sending her to me. You had dressed her beautifully, and she smelled so sexy. She was wet from the moment we met, and could not wait to get my cock in her mouth."

His voice sounded a little strained. "Yes sir, sometimes that happens."

"Did she tell you that she felt me up in the bar, that she played with my cock and made sure I knew how aroused she was. Did she let you touch yourself while she told you what she did?"

"That is affirmative sir, I am aware of that incident."

"And that I gave her such a good orgasm by eating her pussy just minutes after we met. God, she tastes so good, and the sounds she makes as she cums, do you know those sounds?"

"Yes sir, although perhaps to a lesser degree, I am aware of the phenomenon."

"And about sucking my cock as I drove, she told you that?"

"Yes sir."

I was getting hard remembering, I wondered if he was. By the sound of his voice, I thought he was probably struggling.
"Is this hard for you to hear? Does it arouse you or make you sad and angry?"

"The former sir."

"Will your coworkers know how aroused you are? Linda told me she was not going to allow you to wear any underwear today. Speaking of that, were her panties wet enough for you?"

"Yes sir, the condition of that apparatus was quite nice, and your other question is also an affirmative."

"I came in her mouth you know, as I drove. She swallowed most of it like a good girl. Did you kiss her last night? Did she put her tongue in your mouth?"

"Yes sir."

"She said my cock was much bigger than yours, that she could barely get it in her mouth." She hadn't said that, but she had told me to use this approach.

"Oh, god, I mean yes sir, I'm sure that is the case." His voice was starting to sound a little hoarse.

"She said she wanted me inside of her, that she needed to feel filled up for a change, that she wanted her pussy stretched and filled with cum for you. Is your cock too little to satisfy your wife?"

"Oh my god" softly, then louder "Perhaps sir, that is sometimes the case."

"Did she tell you about the boy on the elevator?"

Puzzled. "No sir, I don't believe I am aware of that incident."

"Oh my god, your wife is such a whore. This boy, a teenager, got on the elevator at the hotel with us. She started to tease him, you know what she does, showing off her body and rubbing up against me.
He started to get hard, the big bulge in his pants was obvious, and he tried to hide it. He was blushing so bad!" I laughed a little at the memory of the look on the boy's face.
"Anyhow, when Linda sees this she gets right in his face. I mean she still has my cum on her lips, and she grabs his cock through his pants and starts stroking him. She said he was enormous and hard as a rock, way bigger than you, but he cums all over himself in seconds! He was so embarassed. Does that ever happen to you Joop? Linda says it does.
Anyhow, his pants are soaked in cum, Linda's hands are covered, his cock is still bulging out, and your wife really needs me to fuck her. It was great!"
"Oh god, oh god, I have to go sir."
"You're not going to cum in your pants, are you Joop? That would be embarassing. Do you have that wet spot your wife told me you get?"

"No sir, I mean yes sir. God, I have to go!"

"Wait, you havent heard about how she came when I stretched her pussy with my huge cock."

"Please no, I have to go!"

And the connection was severed. That had actually been kind of fun, but had left me pretty aroused as well. I would have to get Linda to find out from him what had happened. I hoped for his sake that he had made it to the restroom to jerk off, but I was not sure he had.
I had to get back to work.

That last part was very entertaining, and it made me giggle lol.
But i like the whole story so far too...very hot
I am going to check out your other stories, thanx stormydog

Thanks suakm, glad you liked it. I can't wait to get back together with Linda though!

I was way out near the edge of the site about 30 minutes later when my phone vibrated in my pocket. I opened it and, recognizing Linda's number, answered. "Hi, what's going on?"
"Erryk, you are a bad bad boy, treating my poor husband that way."
I walked around to the far side of a trailer that was parked there to get away from the noise of the equipment. I could barely hear her.
"I didn't even get to tell him half of what you told me to, sucker hung up on me."
She laughed at that "Yes, he had to, he was about to cum in his pants and really embarass himself. Too bad for him he didn't hang up sooner though."

"No kidding, he didn't really..."
"Oh, yes , he did. He said he sat real still and tried to hold it off after he hung up, then he thought of you cumming in my mouth and almost squirted, then when he almost got through that he got a mental image of me squeezing a big cock on a teenage boy until I made him cum all over himself. He said that almost did him in, and he had already left a quarter size spot on his pants just from leaking cum."
"That's your fault, you should have let him wear underwear."

"That would have spoiled my fun." She laughed again. I could tell she enjoyed her husband's offense.
"How did he tell you all this, he told me his coworkers could hear everything he said?"
"He's driving home right now, seems he needs clean pants. He called me from his car."
"How did he get out of his office if he came in his pants?"

"Well, if you'll shut up for a minute I'll tell you. Anyhow, he almost had made it through the image of the boy and the cumstain on his pants when he started thinking about my cum soaked panties and how full of your cum I was when he first entered me last night. He said I felt like I was full of hot syrup." She was laughing so hard now I could barely understand her. "Well, that did it, he lost it and started squirting a big old puddle in his pants just as the girl next to him started asking him a question!"

"Oh lord, tell him I'm sorry, I never imagined it would be that bad."

Laughing and breathless, she fetishd out "No, no, you haven't heard the best part yet! He said she looked at him real funny and asked if he was OK, that he looked like he was in pain!" She broke down in peals of laughter. Now I was laughing too, I could just picture him trying to hide the fact that he was having a big wet orgasm while somebody was talking to him. He had obviously been pulled up tightly to his desk, or she would have understood his 'pained' expression. His pain was entirely emotional, what she saw was that look no man can control while he is shooting a huge load.
"Oh my god, that is too funny." Now I could hardly breathe. "What did he do?"
"He said, oh my god, he said he thinks he answered her but he's not sure." Gone again, nothing but raucous laughter from her end, then back. "He had to sit at his desk until his cock shrunk down, oh, man, I'm laughing so hard I'm crying!"
"Me too. How could he get out of there if his pants were soaked through with cum?" It was probably almost a minute before she could answer.

"He 'accidently' poured his coffee in his lap!" Gone in laughter again. Me too.

Finally, "I hope it wasn't too hot."
"That's exactly what I said when he told me! Oh boy, my belly hurts. That was the funniest thing I ever heard. He's coming home to change now, then he's going to take the afternoon off."
"Really, tell him I'm sorry. That's really a horrible thing to do to someone."

"No, he totally loved it! More importantly, so did I, and I'm impressed with his quick thinking with the coffee."

"Me too. Don't forget I'm picking you up for dinner at six, then the meeting if you still want to go."
"I absolutely still want to go."
"Remind your wet pants baby that he needs to dress you classy for tonight, nothing too slutty."
"Oh Erryk you do know how to make a girl feel special."
"Sorry, but you know what I mean."
"Yeah, I do. That's why he took the whole afternoon, he is going to take me shopping for something special for tonight, so that I look just right for you."
That thought had my cock hardening. "Linda, I would think you looked fabulous if you wore nothing but an old sweatshirt, but my favorite is the one you wore last night for awhile, you know, nothing but hooker heels and a wedding ring, and my cum running down your legs." Now I was hard.
She laughed "You're cute. I'll get something a little more appropriate for tonight. I wouldn't want you to be ashamed of me."
"No chance gorgeous. See you at six."
"Bye bye."

The rest of the day was uneventful, and so it dragged on. I fianlly bailed out a little before 5:00 and ran by my hotel for a quick shower and change of clothes. Looking at myself in the steamy mirror after my shower, I decided that I didn't look too bad for a guy that had been knocked around a little.
At about 6'3", I had worked hard to stay in pretty good shape, and my stomach was still flat without sucking it in too much, and my pecs, shoulders, and upper arms were still hard and cut. I had been thinking about Linda while I showered, and now my half-erect cock hung long and thick, arching out slightly over my balls. I gripped it in my fist and stroked it a few times so that it stood out straight and hard, then stopped.
I was just priming the pump for tonight.
I combed my still wet short brown hair, frowning a little at the gray that had started showing up along the sides. My vanity said I was too young for that, but not enough so to make me dye it. I am what I am.

I slapped on some deodorant and just a light touch of cologne, I didn't want to fight with whatever wonderful perfume Linda's husband had found for her, then put on my "meeting uniform" - new clean jeans, white twill long sleeve shirt, tan corduroy jacket, and topsiders, no socks. Oh yeah, and my knit boxers, I wasn't going to make the mistake Joop had.

Down the elevator, out to my truck and to Linda's house a little before 6:00. I parked and got out, but before I could start up the walk the front door opened and her husband stepped out. "She's getting her purse, she'll be out in a minute."
"Oh, OK, great." I waited there, I didn't want to have to try to mke small talk with the guy whose wife I was screwing, and who I had embarassed in his office.
When Linda stepped out moments later, I was surprised. Her dress was a conservative silver gray, maybe a little darker, and fell just below her knees in soft natural folds. The upper part conformed closely to her body's shape, and while the neckline was scooped it showed only the top swell of her breasts. She had on light silvery gray hose, and low heeled charcoal gray strappy sandals.
Her hair fell in soft shiny curls of dark brown around her face and onto her shoulders, and her makeup was conservative and flawless, setting off her natural beauty perfectly. It was a very conservative look all in all, but she was stunningly beautiful.
I never would have thought she could look this demure. Then she moved.

When she moved, this dress moved with her in amazing ways, like water flowing over her skin. As she stepped forward, it molded to her thigh, displaying the length and form of that lovely appendage in a way I had never seen, and when she turned back to kiss her husband it formed to the arch of her narrow lower back before flaring out and falling teasingly over her round buttocks, showing each round cheek and the cleft between as though it were a grayish-heather mist on her body.
She skipped down the steps and walked quickly toward me, the dress flowing over her. I could see the muscles in her legs work through the clingy fabric, and the current of air she was creating pressed the material into the V of her crotch in a very distracting way.
As she got closer to me I could tell that I had been wrong about the color, it kept changing between dusty heather purple, gray, and charcoal, playing tricks on the eye. The erect nipples that were displayed so plainly through it were no trick though, and I could feel myself start to harden. No bra could be worn under this dress, and I wondered about panties, deciding probably just pantyhose.
This dress was what I had asked for, but only if she was stationary. When she moved it was probably even sexier that what she had worn the previous evening. Joop is an absolute genius if he had picked this out. I looked at him, and caught him smiling at my discomfiture. He is an evil genius.
"My god, you look absolutely incredible!"
Linda smiled at the compliment. "Thank you, my Joop likes me to look nice for my dates, and he has such good taste, don't you think?"
She whirled, which showed so much of her body as the dress formed and flowed. My own body responded.
"Uhm, wow! Let me help you in." I opened her door and, putting my hands at her slim waist, boosted her up into my truck. The fabric of her dress felt cool on my hands except where the heat of her body warmed it.

I walked around and got in, and found her looking at the previous night's cum stain on my truck seat. "Is that what I did?"
"Well, technically we did it together, but yes, that is the outline of your cute little tush."
She touched it with her fingertips, running one finger down the line formed where her pussy lips met and had pressed into the wet leather.
"I do have a cute little tushy, don't I?"
I laughed. "Yes, you sure do, and I'll want to see it up close and permisteral later, but right now I have a quick errand to run on the way to dinner, so let's go."
She slid over against me and, after waving at her husband, cupped my crotch and began to squeeze and tease.
I groaned, waved at Joop standing on the front porch, and drove off.

I explained to Linda that I needed to run by the meeting room at the City Center to be sure that my 2 college interns were having no problems getting the presentation set up. We had PowerPoint, individual folders for each member of the review board, several easels with plans and renderings, artist concept drawings, and even a scale model. Last but not least, I had even told them to line up refreshments.
This was to be the meeting that got the project moving forward, and if it failed we would get hurt to the tune of almost $40,000 per day while we corrected any deficiencies. I had a lot of faith in the 2 kids, but I needed this approval.
Fortunately the restaurant was not far from the Center, so we'd be allright on our times.
As I drove, Linda continued to play, stroking my now-hard cock through my tight jeans. I snuck a sidelong look at her; she looked happy and healthy, her eyes shining and lips glistening as she wet them with just the tip of her tongue. For the first time I noticed her diamond and sapphire earring (I assumed she had a match on the far side), and coordinating necklace on a long white gold chain that placed the jewels just into her cleavage. Very minimalist, but very classy.
"So, tell me about this dress. That may be one of the most amazing things I've ever seen, and I think it was just waiting somewhere for you to come find it. I don't think anyone else could do it justice!"
"So you approve?"
"It's a little - OK, a lot - sexier than I was looking for, but I can't not love it. Do you realize how it shows your body?"
She smiled, slow and sexy. "Joop sent me back into the dressing room to take off my underwear, he said it spoiled the effect, and he said it in front of the sales people and other customers. When I came back out people stared, they knew I ws totally naked under this thin clingy fabric.
"Were you embarassed?"
"No, very aroused. I still am, and so was Joop. He likes for other people to look at my body, especially other men as you know."

I had to know. "How is your underwear not showing now, pantyhose, right?"
In answer she raised her feet to the top of the console and moved her knees apart so that the dress slid up her thighs, past the stretch lace top of her thigh-high hose, and pooled just below her waist, revealing her beautiful naked, well trimmed pussy. I groaned as I felt sparks shoot through my cock and balls. I slid my right hand up her smooth inner thigh, off the nylon hose and onto her warm soft skin, and using my index and ring fingers to open her I let my middle finger slide into her slick heat.
She moaned and pushed onto my hand, trying to get more into her. Teasing, I withdrew my finger and made soft circles on her engorged clit. Almost instantly she cried out and bucked against my hand, her body racked by a strong orgasm. We were both shocked, I think, by its intensity.
She began to pull frantically at my zipper, succeeding in gettting it lowered without damaging me, although I don't think she cared just then, and reaching in began to tug at my cock, trying to get it free.
That was a no-go, the jeans were too new and tight and I was too hard and too far down my left pants leg to get out without pain. I was also still driving. "This is probably a bad idea, I could have a wreck. Besides, we're only a few minutes from the center."
"I don't care, I need some cock, a big cock!" She was tearing at my belt, then the button, then trying to yank my pants down. I raised up just a little, and she got them down just enough. She pulled out my raging cock, barely hurting me at all!
"God, you're so thick and hard, I love the feel of you in my hand. I can't even reach around you!" She took me into her warm wet mouth, but only for a moment.
"OH, god, no, I need you in me, put it in me!"
Was she insane or what? "Linda, baby, I'm driving here, what can I do?"
Moaning in frustration, she climbed into my lap, putting her knees into the back corner of the seat and her calves and feet on the outside of my thighs. I was swerving all over as she did this, but she seemed not to notice. She put her left shoulder under my chin, her face looking back over my left shoulder, and with her hands locked behind my neck began to rub her wet pussy on my rock hard cock.
She was whimpering softly, and moaning as the head of my cock parted her swollen lips and rubbed her clit. Soon she found the spot she was looking for, and slid down onto me, taking my thick shaft deep into her molten pussy. She cried out and shuddered through another intense orgasm.
I had both hands on the wheel, my arms around her. I could feel her muscles clenching tightly on me, and hoped not to embarass myself.
I didn't remember anything about the last few minutes of driving. Fortunately I apparently hadn't *******ed anyone.
Linda began to slowly rock her pelvis back and forth, not so much sliding me in and out as moving me around deep inside of her. She was also crushing her clit against my pubic bone, grinding my coarse hair against her softest parts.
"Oh, I needed that, you're so much bigger than my husband. You feel so good inside of me, stretching me. Feel." She pulled my arm down to her soft ass, and reaching under her I could feel the tight ring of her pussy stretched around the base of my cock. Very hot, wet, and tight. I slid my finger back just a little, and pushed against the tight ring of her asshole. "No, don't, I don't want---oh god, oh godoh fuck I'm cumming!" She spasmed and clenched tightly around my finger, now about 2" into her bum. I must have hit the right button

It turned out she did want my finger in her ass, despite her protests, and she quaked through a couple of small aftershocks as I turned, one-handed, into the lot at the City Center. It was almost vacant, just a few cars. I parked in a shadowy corner, planning to fuck her hard right there. We could have dinner another time. I slowly wiggled my finger out of her, as she moaned at the loss.
"I need you now babe, I am about to explode here. Kneel on the seat so I can get behind you."
"No, no, I don't think so. You just go meet with your people, I'll wait here for you." She sat up and pulled her dress down over her knees. She had to be kidding. I looked at my cock, as hard and big as it had ever been, and glistening with her juices, jutting way out in front of me.
I was a little angry, or maybe just desperate. "Sure, right, and what am I supposed to do with this? It's not going back in these pants in this condition."
"Poor baby. Think about cold things, or work, or your ex, or whatever it takes. Just don't think about how hot and wet my pussy is."
"Very funny. That's not helping."
"No? Then how about this?" She leaned forward and took me into her soft mouth, sucking hard and then licking me, sucking and licking her own fluids from me. "Mmm, I taste good. You'll have to try me later!"

"Please stop. If you're not going to finish me please stop. We have stuff we need to do."
She relented then, and as we made some idle small talk my cock finally subsided enough to stuff it back into my pants. It looked like I had a Maglight stuffed down my left leg, but I was able to get zipped and put back together. I grabbed some papers from behind the seat and headed into the building, leaving Linda to rest up in the truck while she waited for me.

I walked into the meeting room, looking for Joni and Jamister, or the Bobsey twins, as Mike calls them. He 21 and she 22, both are going into their senior year and had worked out very well in the summer intern program at my company, smart and conscientious.
They had developed a thing for each other while out on the job and doing the various gofer chores that interns do, and I was pretty sure they were fucking. Oh well, more power to them as long as it's mutual.
I didn't see them right away, and when I called out their names I heard a muffled thumping from the storage room in the back corner and soon Joni popped out, fussing with her buttons, followed closely by Jamister, carrying an easel and making a big deal about finally finding it. Yeah, right, and that's why they were both so flushed.
"What's happening gang, you got us set up?" Joni, raising her eyes from my crotch, met my amused gaze, and blushed deeply, which looked very cute on this little blond cheerleader wannabe. She is a cutie, and very bubbly and eager to please, and probably could charm the pants off any boy she set her sights on. I remembered that I was still semi-hard and likely a little bulgy in the pants.
Jamister, the more serious of the two, said "Yes sir, we have the program all set, and I double checked the computer connections and the order of the sketches and plans, like you said."
"Jamister, you've been with me almost 2 months. Are you ever going to stop calling me sir and make it Erryk?"
"Yes sir, uh, I mean Erryk. Sorry." Now he was blushing. Good lord.

"And everything is set? You got the printing, everything booted up, I see you've got the model positioned. How about the bulb in the projector?"

"Got it boss" Joni answered, "and there's a spare in the cabinet."
"Great job guys. What are you doing for dinner?"

Jamister now, "Oh, we'll just hit Taco Bell or McD's or something."
I reached in my pocket and, grabbing my clip, peeled off a $50. "Kids, don't keep eating that crap. Go someplace decent, and let me know if it runs over this, I'll treat."
Joni looked at the cash as Jamister took it, then I saw her eyes go to something behind me, and widen momentarily. I turned and found Linda walking into the room, her dress doing its magic tricks to her movements. She treated us to her beautiful smile, and as I turned back to the kids I saw that Jamister's eyes were locked on Linda, while Joni's had gone hard and cold. It was an almost frightening transformation, and I was stunned.

I made the introductions all around, and Linda was very warm, particularly to Jamister (she just can't help herself, she automatically hits on men if they are halfway attractive, and Jamister was, I guess, what you'd call hunkish) and at least cordial to Joni. Jamister stuttered and stammered all over himself, while Joni was particularly cold. If I was any judge, Jamister was in for a tough evening.
We said goodbye and took our leave to head to dinner. "Wow, that was weird. I've never seen Joni be like that before."
Linda smiled. "Oh, women can be pretty bad when someone trespasses onto their claim you know."
"You think she thought you were hitting on Jamister?"
"No, you, you big dummy, she's got her sights set on you, and I'm obviously a threat."
"No way, you're completely misreading this. She screwing Jamister, I'm sure, and I nearly caught them at it tonight, not that I care."

"Well, she may be, but she'd kick him to the curb in a second if you made a move. You'd be wet and welcome before you knew what hit you!" She laughed at her own imagery.
"Well, I think you're wrong, but even if you're right it's not gonna happen. I have a hard and fast rule that I've only broken once, and that's 'Keep your pecker away from the payroll'. As her boss it's just too risky for me and too potentially painful for her. I lived to regret the time I broke the rule. Never again."
"No, I think just before she goes back to school you need to spend a night showing her how a man fucks. She's too used to boys, which are fun but just not as satisfying. Promise me you'll do her?"
The idea was intriguing, and not a little arousing. Joni does have a tight little body, and the long blond hair, laying on my stomach or hanging in my face as she rode me... "OK, I'll consider it, or at least trying."

I pulled into the restaurant lot and up to the valet stand, enjoying watching his eyes narrow at my big work truck among the Mercedes and BMW's, and then widen as he watched Linda slide out, her dress clinging to her very revealingly.
They had my reservation, and we got a quiet litle U-shaped booth with white linens and a candle, the works. It was early, and the place was not very busy.
I looked at the wine list, knowing what I wanted. "Do you like Cabernet Sauvignon?"
"Mmm, yes, I love a good Cab." I had been sure she would. I have always found that less inhibited women, the ones that really live life fully and with few boundaries, seem to enjoy the fullness of Cabernet, the earthy scent and stronger tannins, and richer, fuller fruit flavors, the way it feels heavier in the mouth and saturates your taste buds.

I don't know a lot about wine, and am certainly no vinophile, but I had found a Cab here before that I particularly liked. "They've got a great Geyser Peak 2003 Reserve, it's very good." At $67 per bottle, this was a pretty expensive wine for me, but I had gotten the feeling that Joop kept Linda supplied with the finer things, and I wanted to impress her.

She was looking at the wine list. "Sure, that would be great, sounds yummy. Oh, wait, they've got a 2003 Louis Jadot Clos Vougeot! It's really excellent!"
I was clearly in over my head. "Uh, I'm not familiar with that one. Enlighten me."
"Its a Pinot Noir silly. It would be a great pairing with what I'm planning to have tonight."
"Ok, sure, I like a good Pinot, let's get that." I wasn't sure how she knew what she was eating, we hadn't even looked at a menu yet. I glanced at the wine list, preparing to order the wine, and was fairly shocked to see it was $152 for the bottle. Oh well, it's only money.
As the sommelier left to fetch the wine, I felt her fingers playing over my crotch under the edge of the tablecloth. 'Stop it, you'll get us arrested or kicked out or something."
"You mean like you stopped when I told you not to put your finger in my ass?" She had a point, I hadn't stopped when asked. Still...
I grabed her arm. "They know me here. I bring clients in here, including the mayor and most of the City Council at one time or another. You know, the rich and powerful, mostly snobby jerks."
"Let go of my arm, or you won't be getting any tonight." She smiled as she said it, but I knew she was serious. I let go of her arm, and felt her begin to fumble at my zipper, tugging it down. Thankfully our wine showed up before she could accomplish her goal. The sommelier began the ritual of opening and presenting the wine to me, but I steered him to Linda.
"She chose it, let her do the honors." He poured a small amount into her glass, and she expertly swirled it and raised it to her face, inhaling the rich aromas, then tasted it. "Mmm, that's as good as a nice wet orgasm. Wonderful." She was staring into the waiter's eyes as she said this. He blushed and dropped his eyes, then met her eyes again and smiled boldly at her, all while I looked on.
I think it was a small taste of how she trreats her husband, and I didn't like it. "Thanks, leave the bottle, that will be all for now." He gave me an insolent stare and walked away. "What was that?"
"Sorry, old habit. Are you upset?"
"No, not really, just surprised. You are just being yourself, I suppose."
She nodded, and sipped her wine. I tried mine after a long inhale of its heady aroma. It really was excellent, lighter than the Cab but rich and very complex. Her fingers returned to their task, getting my zipper down and fishing around inside, finding my limp floppy cock and pulling it out before I could stop her or it could harden and make the task impossible.
She began to slowly stroke and squeeze my cock, alternately tickling and massaging under cover of the white linen tablecloth, and by the time the waitress showed up to take our order I was hard and hot, her hand stroking my length very slowly and sensuously, her fingers unable to close around me. She didn't stop as we gave the young lady our order, but I think she didn't notice the subtle motion of Linda's arm. At least I hope not. What would her husband think about this? Had she ever treated him this way? I gripped the edge of the table tightly.

We had both settled on the small filet, medium rare, and the waitress, Carla, who I had met and befriended on my earlier visits, headed back to the kitchen to turn in the order. Linda continued to stroke me, alternating hard milking motions with very light, almost tickling touches, and driving me absoutely wild with arousal. A big part of it was her total disregard for the fact that we were in a very public place.
I tried to distract myself and her by talking about the people she would meet later at the meeting. I told her at length about Peter Simmonds, the little jerk that was the chair of the Design Review Commitee, a City Councilman, and the main roadblock to our getting the needed approval.

He had campaigned hard against any taxpayer funding for the stadium, and the fact that the voters had overwhelmingly approved it in a referendum still stuck in his craw.
I also told her about Mike, and what a good friend he had been for so many years, and about a few of our wilder adventures together. She continued to fondle my achingly hard cock, and I gritted my teeth, determined not to cum all over myself and this nice booth.
In doing all my talking, I had forgotten completely about the napkin ritual. The wait staff here would always shake out your napkin and place it in your lap for you, a custom I thought a little odd, and suddenly Carla was there to do just that, prior to bringing our salads. With the usual flourish she placed Linda's napkin, and as she stepped to get mine I quickly grabbed it myself, for obvious reamisters, to avoid any "situation".

Linda, having noticed the way Carla and I had greeted each other and launched into our usual harmless flirting, grabbed my hand. "No, that's her job, let her do it honey." I was horrified as Carla tok the napkin, shaking it out, and leaned in to place it on my lap. Ever helpful, Linda pushed the tablecloth back, completely exposing my throbbing erection!

She had been holding me with it pointing down between my legs, but now she pulled me up so that the head of my cock was at the level of my belt buckle, a large clear drop of precum glistening on the tip. Carla froze with the napkin held out in front of her, her eyes locked on my cock.
She continued to stare for what seemed like forever but was probably only a few seconds, then her eyes met mine. I'm not sure who blushed more, me or Carla, but then she gave a nervous laugh and said "Wow, that's a surprise! But what a beautiful surprise! Very nice!", and proceeded to spread my napkin over my embarassment.

I thought she had handled it very well, but I was so humiliated. Oddly, when I saw her staring at my exposed sex. I almost came! Wouldn't that have been an unpleasant surprise to all 3 of us!
She soon came back with our salads, and had composed herself, as had I. She winked at us as she said she hoped we enjoyed our salads, then whispered something to Linda, looked at me, and left.
I began to complete my story about Mike and I and mentioned something about him being black, which I guess I hadn't mentioned earlier. Linda stopped me. "Wait a minute. Mike is black?"
"Yeah, he is, but don't tell him, we're trying to keep him in suspense about that. He thinks he's Chinese."
"Very funny. I've never had sex with a black man. Is it true what they say?"
"If you mean are they all hung like Clydesdales, no, it's not true." I had spent enough years in athletic locker rooms to know this was a fact, blacks, like whites, come in an array of sizes, although I do believe a larger percentage of black men are well hung.
Linda seemed disappointed that it was not true, and I let her ponder that for a few moments before I enlightened her. "Now, if you are asking about Mike specifically, he's huge, seriously hung like a horse, but you asked about all black guys."
"You jerk, of course I'm asking about Mike, who I'm going to meet tonight and imagine what he has hanging between his legs." She squeezed me hard, milking me with quick strokes. "I want to see his cock."
Well, you can't be more honest than that! I was a little shocked, yet again, by the raw sexuality of this woman. "I'm sure if you ask nice, he will show you."
She thought a moment. "No, I have an idea. I'll make a bet with you."
This scared me a little. What fresh embarassment did she have in mind for me now? "What kind of bet?"

"If I can make you cum just as they bring our dessert, I win, and I get to take you and Mike home and fuck you both, all night, in front of my husband."
"And if I win?" This was a slam dunk, there was no way I was going to last until dessert. I felt like I would squirt any second.
"Well, then you and Mike get to take me home and fuck me all night in front of my husband!"
I laughed at her brazenness. "Well, I love a bet where both sides win no matter what. OK, you're on, but only if Mike is willing and available. He may have a date." I knew of course, that when he saw Linda, in that dress, he would be hard and available. He's always been a horndog.

I expected our steaks any moment, but Carla showed up empty handed, two other servers trailing along behind her.
She looked at Linda, who motioned them around to my side and then pulled tablecloth and napkin aside, showing them all my hard cock. Again, I felt myself blushing furiously. I was at a severe disadvantage here, four fully clothed women ogling my cock and laughing at me. I was glad we were early and our part of the room was fairly empty. The petite blond, whose name I never learned, reached out and touched me. He's really big. And hard. Are you going to cum?"
I felt like I was about to, their admiring looks were a surprisingly strong turn-on. "Yes, probably so, and soon." At that, Linda removed her hand from me, and left me just sticking up in all my glory. The girls tittered and made lewd comments for a few more seconds, then wandered away. Blondie said "I want to see you cum." as she wandered off.

Carla came back one more time, I thought still empty handed, but then held out two clean, folded linen napkins. "Here, I thought you might need these. They just put your food up, I'll get it and be right back."
Very thoughtful, that bit with the napkins. She was right, I was feeling like I would need one, and soon. She returned with our steaks, which looked and smelled delicious. She placed them down, and asked if we had everything we needed, which we did.
When she noticed the two fresh napkins still laying on the table she said "Well, those won't do you any good there. Let me help you with that." She then shook one out and leaned in as though she were performing her usual napkin placing routine, but grabbed my hard cock and raised it up so that she could tuck the napkin underneath. I groaned as she touched me. This was approaching sensory overload "There, that should keep any unexpected spills off your clothes." She winked again.
I thanked her as she left, then took a big gulp of my wine, my hand shaking badly. Linda watched me as she continued her slow stroking motion. "You'll have to cut my steak for me, I don't think I can manage with one hand."
I took up her knife and fork and did so, cutting smaller bites that I would for myself, I glanced around at the other couple of tables that were occupied to see if anyone noticed, and locked eyes with one attractive redhead that was looking at us with obvious curiousity. She held my eyes for a moment, then looked away.
We enjoyed our food, and I settled in and enjoyed Linda's s******* at keeping me at a peak of arousal. I was painfully, amazingly, miserably, incredibly turned on, and although it was *** and potential offense, it was also the most intense pleasure I'd felt in a long time. The wine was a perfect pairing with the food, and had softened my inhibitions enough to relax and enjoy what was happening.
Halfway through the meal I asked Carla to bring us another bottle of the same, but specified that she bring it. I hadn't cared for the sommelier that was on duty tonight, and the fewer people to come near our table the better. Besides, we knew what we wanted and didn't require his advice.

We finished our meal, and as Carla took our dessert order Linda pulled her close and told her of our bet. I heard her say softly "I bet him that I can make him cum just as you bring our dessert to us. Be sure to pay atttention if you want to see." Carla smiled and nodded. "God, you guys are making me so horny! I'll probably jump the busboy and have to explain to my husband why that happened!"
As our Creme Brulee was being prepared, Linda reached under the table with her other hand and gathered up a large clear drop of my precum on her fingertip, then placed it in my mouth. Slightly salty, but good with the steak and wine flavors. She was subtly increasing her tempo, and focusing more of her strokes on the head of my cock, squeezing and letting her fingers bump over the hard ridge at the back of my glans.

She might have started too soon, and I felt a drop of sweat trickle down my neck and chest as I tried to delay my ejaculation. I saw Carla come out of the kitchen and start toward our table carrying a small tray, and Linda was beating me fast now, her rapid arm movements obvious to anyone that happened to look our way.
I could feel a massive load boiling in my balls, my prostate, my cock - all seemed ready to explode and spurt an enormous gusher of cum. I glanced toward the redhead I had noticed earlier, and found her staring openly, her lips parted in obvious arousal. I knew that at least one other permister in the room knew I was about to cum.
Carla set the dish on the table and looked into my face. "Well, how are we doing?" That did it, I was cumming, every muscle in my body focused on powering enormous jets of cum out of my cock, the intensity of the orgasm rocking me. I threw my head back and groaned "Oh goddamn!", gripping the table so tightly my fingers hurt. My cock bucked and spurted, bucked and spurted, over and over.
Linda's fingers were over the tip of my cock and were catching the masses of cum and smearing it over my hard cockhead and thick shaft. I felt her body spasm, and looked at her face. Her lips were also parted, and I heard her huff in a sharp breath. Her eyes were open wide, her pupils were enormous, and her nipples were jutting out plainly through her dress. "Wow, I came too! That was amazing, that's never happened to me before!"
Carla looked over the edge of the table as I continued to spurt, each one slightly less that the one before. "Jeez, what a huge load! Good thing I brought those napkins, cause you really spilled. God, I am so wet!"

As Carla walked away, Linda brought her hand out from under the table, lettting my wet throbbing cock lay in the pool of cum on the napkin. She looked at the cum which was thickly coating her fingers, then began to suck and lick it off, staring into my eyes as she did. With her other hand she raised her wine glass, sipping between licks of thick white cum from her fingers. "That's why a Pinot Noir is so good. It pairs nicely with meat, but is also excellent with rich creamy sauces. I knew this when I ordered it , you know, I had this planned."
I did know. I reached under and began to clean and dry my cock, still long and thick but starting to soften. I laid the soaked napkin on the edge of the table, not knowing what else to do with it, and as I did I saw the redhead, still staring and seemingly frozen in place. knife in one hand and fork in the other, immobile. Her eyes locked on the napkin. She knew.

I used a second napkin to get myself dry, and Linda used hers on her hand. My hands were still unsteady, and I felt weak. I had to sit and eat dessert with my cock hanging out under the table as it shrunk enough to tuck back in. The Pinot was also good with the Creme Brulee, and we finished both.
The redhead walked past our table to go to the restroom, and caught my eye as she did. She was very attractive, but couldn't hold a candle to Linda. After she had passed, I noticed the napkin was gone. She had stolen the cum filled napkin from our table!
As she returned I saw a small corner of it sticking out of her purse. She smiled a big beautiful smile at me as she passed. What was that all about?

Linda poked me."Well, I win. You have to bring Mike over tonight and I get to do whatever I want to you both. You have to obey me."

That wasn't how I remembered the bet. "What about your husband?"
"Oh, I'll let him watch if he behaves himself. Hey, stuff yourself back in your pants or we'll be late for your meeting!"
She was right, we had to go.