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By *onny Bones OP Man
21 weeks ago
a block away from heaven |
We met during the Euros final. Everybody high on a good vibe, feeling like we were about to be part of history. Loads of people coming together, we visited our local to watch the game. The pub was packed, people spilling out the door. Normally a quiet place, we struggled for a seat anywhere!
A couple had sat on a large table and I thought it was under occupied everybody else seemed happy to stand around looking uncomfortable. My mate went over and asked to share the table and the couple seemed happy to oblige. It became annoying as the husband seemed to know loads of people and would be shouting over commentary and tending to stand up in front of the screen whenever something exciting happened. His wife appeared to acknowledge this and she became slightly awkward about it. We mumbled under our breath each time he did it. Again caught by his wife. After a few uneasy smiles and eye rolls, his wife offered to buy a round of drinks for us. It was when she stood up that it became obvious that under her England shirt she had no bra on. Her nipple rings were clearly visible under her top. She was wearing the older, red version of the shirt and a pair of shorts barely visible almost hidden under the length of her top.
She was gone for almost the first half. The queue at the bar was long but she was gone for ages. My mate went to the toilet before the half time rush, supposed to be back soon. After about 15 minutes both my mate and the mans wife returned. Both laden with drinks, they struggled back to the table with 4 drinks each. 8 drinks for 6 people? The husband had shots to accompany his pint. He downed them before we had a chance to finish ours. My mate offers another round to return the gesture to the couple. We were losing at this point and the wife had clearly lost interest. She offered to help carry the drinks and the husband didn’t really take any notice of the pair returning to the bar. By this point he was chewing my ear off about tactics, formations and the players who didn’t make the squad. After about 10 minutes of him basically repeating what the commentators were saying, I excused myself. I almost went to the toilet to get away from him.
As I headed to the men’s, my mate and his wife came out of the disabled toilet. She knew I had seen them and just smiled. I went back to the table and said nothing to anybody. They came back to the table with even more drinks this time. I really didn’t care much about what she had done but my mate has a smashing wife who is really accommodating to us all. I felt a little disappointed. The husband downed his 4 shots and 2 pints before I’d finished mine. Another goal went in and it was clear this was not going to be a successful game. The husband pulled his wallet out, threw a handful of cash at the wife and ordered her to get another round in. This time she asked if I would go and help with carrying the drinks. I declined and offered my mate to help. He made an excuse of feeling tipsy and urged me to go.
On the way to the bar she was trying to explain about what I’d seen but I couldn’t hear her over the noise in the bar. She pulled me away from the bar and in a corner explained that she had wanted as much cock as she get that evening. My mate was the third person she had sucked off that evening. Apparently a lad she pulled earlier couldn’t hide it and had left their table after feeling embarrassed. She also explained that she had permission from her husband to enjoy herself. The rules were she could suck any amount of cock she liked but no fucking. I didn’t believe a word of it and told her as much. She pulled me into the same disabled toiled bent over the sink. Pulled her short shorts down and asked me to fuck her? Against the rules, I thought and I hesitated. She just turned, grabbed my cock and sucked. Sucked until I exploded all over her face. She wiped her face off and apologised for making me feel uncomfortable. But I wasn’t I was just confused. I would have fucked her, I was just taken back by the sudden change of rules. Why did she offer me her pussy if she was only allowed to give me head? We went back to the table, my mate winked at me and I smiled back at him knowing what he had done with her also.
By now the game was over, hearts broken and her hubby was unable to stand! He did notice a stain on her shirt and made a comment, something about having 4 lions on her shirt! We helped her get her hubby up the road to their home. It as nice, only a couple of doors up from the pub. He was a big lad and we almost dumped him on the sofa. He was asleep as soon as he hit the cushions. One of the lads went to the toilet, when I realised that another lad was nowhere to be found. And then I heard dishes crashing. In the kitchen my mate had her spread eagled over the table and was pounding away on her. 5 minutes later and after a loud fucking he came out the kitchen and the other two went in there. The noises coming out the kitchen were like something from a porn scene. One after the other they both came out and urged me to go in. There was broken crockery on the floor, her red top was covering a bird cave and the back door was open. There was a used condom on the chopping board, it was a weird scene. She was a mess with cum all over her face. She turned over on the kitchen table and spread her cheeks. I had to do it. I was straight in her and she felt good. As I was fucking her she kept whispering something that I couldn’t quite hear. Huh, what, what did you say? At the top of her voice she yelled; ‘Do not pull out’. I was about to cum and tried to pull out but she tightened around my cock and pulled me in closer to her. We both came t the same time and she was filled.
I felt bad as I thought she was only allowed to suck dick. She explained that her hubby promised not to get d*unk but ignored her wishes. Her intention was to get him to eat her pussy and taste me inside.
I left asking myself who was at fault with what had happened. Am I guilty or is she? |
