A couple local to me messaged me, my profile interested them. The lady was in her late 20s and her husband was in his 50s. They mentioned they were hot wife, cuckold. Having some experience having joined couples in te past, this interested me.
We agreed to meet in the fleet, in guildhall. It's a nice big pub, with a few quiet corners. I arrived, early and after a nervous wait, in they walked.
She looked amazing in lovely red high heels, stockings, a short black skirt, white blouse with a bright red bra on underneath and very attractive. He was very unassuming in jeans and t-shirt. I'd made an effort with waistcoat, shirt and smart jeans. As she walked over to me, she ordered him to get the drinks, quietly he asked my poison and off he went. As she leaned into me, kissing me on the cheek, I stood to greet her. She commented on how I looked and how she loved my smell. I returned the favour, commenting on her stunning looks, and surprising me, she blushed.
She joined me in sitting on my side of the table, nice and close as her husband returned, with the drinks. She completely ignored him as he sat opposite us. We started chatting, as if he wasn't there, we did a little small talk before broaching the reason we were all there. She started talking, quite loudly about how she was married to a worthless, sissy faggot with a small dick and needed a real man to make her happy. Leaning in close, her hand resting on my arm, she commented on her believing i could help in there dynamic.
As we Sat chatting, my hand slipped to her stocking clad thigh, moving it up, I found the top of her stocking tops. She leant forwards, whispered in my ear she wasn't wearing any knickers. She’d laid at home, mastubating in them before coming and she'd made them wet and he was now wearing them. I looked over, and he was sat there, hands in his lap, eyes down.
"is that right faggot boy?" I asked "are you wearing sissy knickers?" he looked up, a wierd, happy look in his eyes, and nodded. My hand rose even higher, my little finger finding, and brushing up against, a bold, wet pussy. I turned to look at her, as she spread her legs and slid a little further down her chair, the only problem was, we weren't alone. There were a lot of people about, no one seemed to notice, but it wouldn't be long. She and I were very over dressed for an afternoon session, so I stopped. The look of desperation on her face, was a picture. She looked round. "I need a man, I need to be fucked, right now".
"Shall we go? My place or yours?" I asked.
"Mine if OK?”
Pointing to her husband “You, stay here, in an hour you can come home." and with that she stood as I followed, watching as she bent slightly to re-adjust her skirt, showing the backs of her stocking tops, I moved in, bumped her, hands on her hips, before taking her hand, and walking outside. The second we were outside, I pushed her against the wall, hand on her throat as I kissed her, my tongue delving deep into her mouth, my hand immediately going between her legs. I easily slipped a finger inside her, she was wet as hell, as I kissed her, before standing back. She grabbed my hand, moved it to her mouth and sucked "shall we?" she huskily asked, as keeping hold of her hand we walked to her car.
The journey back to her house took less than ten minutes, twice her hand wandered into my lap. Soon enough we arrived at a lovely old house in southsea, a big old victorian place. Walking up the drive, as she stopped to put the key in the door I pressed up behind her, kissing her neck as my arm went around her waist, pressing myself into her butt. She turned and we practically fell in through the door. Pulling at each other's clothing, she yanked my jacket and waistcoat off before pulling my shirt over my head, not bothering to undo my buttons, as I ripped her blouse open, stopping briefly, to lean back and look at her beautiful breasts incased in a very expensive, red lace bra. Moving my hands up, under her breasts, I lifted and squeezed them before dropping my head to pull her nipple out with my teeth, rolling it in my mouth. Pushing her backwards to the steps, she Sat down, undoing my belt, my buttons, yanking my trousers and boxers down all in one go, before she grabbed my arse with one hand and wanked me with the other. At no time looking up at me, staring at my cock the whole time. After a minute or so, I grabbed her hand, to slow her down, warning her to stop as I was very close to cumming.
"Sorry," she said "I just need your cock, it's beautiful. I just need to please you."
"Take your time" I told her, "there's, no rush".
With that, I leant forward, took her face in my hands, leant down and kissed her, before, pushing her back, and kneeling. Easing her skirt up, I stopped and admired the view. Stocking glad, thighs and a bare pussy, just waiting for me. Gently I kissed down her thighs as I caressed a finger up her leg. Leaning in, taking in her heady musky smell, I gently sld a finger inside her. Hooking my other arm, I eased her hood back, flicking her clit with my tongue. Gently at first, I started to finger and suck. Adding a second finger, hooking it to find the magic spot I flicked and sucked her clitt.
Writhing like a mad woman, she grabbed my head..
"Fuck, fuck," she screamed over and over as clamping her thighs tight she came. I carried on, mercilessly, enjoying the pleasure she was undeniably recieving.
"Enough, shit, stop" I had her begging as slowly I eased back.
Siting up, a glowing smile on her face, she leant in to kiss me. Running her fingers threw my beard, she raised it, smelling herself.
"Mmmm... shall we go upstairs? " she said, as grabbing my hand, turning she ran upstairs. |
