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That one night
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That one night You sighed as you got into the car. You had REALLY made the effort this time. You had been trying to seduce your husband for weeks now and he just didn't seem to notice. You had been hinting at every possible opportunity. A week before you had been wearing your red silk nightgown with no underwear. He had been sitting in his armchair playing on his laptop. You had pretended to drop your bracelet and bent over to pick it up, giving him a full view of your moist, glistening lips. He just carried on playing the laptop. The bastard didn't even look up. A few days before that you both were laying in bed together. Both of you were naked, as your usually slept. He was reading some book or other. You, feeling horny and hoping to turn him on, had subtly started to touch rub yourself up and down, gradually working your way down to your clit and masturbating to try to get him to notice. His only response had been "Do you have to do that now?" Tonight however, had just been the icing on the cake. You have been out shopping all day, you had bought sexy lacy black underwear and a tight fitting, short black dress. You changed upstairs and then came down, stood in the living room doorwy and had given him your sexiest "I'm all yours and you can do whatever you want with me" look. "I'm watching the TV!" had been his reply. So fuck him. You got into the car with a sigh and decided to head into town to find a decent cocktail bar where you could just get drunk and forget about that prick. You would even spend the night in a hotel if need be. I work just as hard as him, you thought, but I still have a fucking sex drive. I've still got an amazing body for a 46 year old woman. Any guy would be lucky to be married to me! Driving through town you find the nearest car park to a well known trendy bar area. You park and, grabbing your handbag from the seat behind you, set off along the street. Bold neon signs with a host of names calling to you, like 'Kaz-Bar', 'Honeytrap' and 'Heaven's Gate'. None of these seemed to really take your fancy. Plus, you notice that the crowds in these places seemed to be predominantly younger people in their late teens and early twenties. You begin to worry you would look a bit out of place- mutton dressed as lamb. As your nerves began to kick in, you noticed one unassuming looking bar. You walk closer towards it. Large plastic letters outside proclaimed the name of the establishment: 'Tiger's Den'. You feel yourself being drawn inside. The interior was pleasant enough. Trendy patterns painted onto the walls, lots of tables packed with young drinkers, the beautiful people of town, sipping cocktails or bottles of imported premium lager. In one corner there was a large crescent shaped bar, behind which stood several beautiful young people of both sexes mixing drinks from an array of spirits and liqueurs on the shelves behind them. You notice some empty tall stools at the bar, and hurry over to one, hoping nobody makes comments about the 'old cow' who had just walked in and ordered herself a mojito. You sit there drinking for several minutes, feeling more uncomfortable as time went by. Why did I come here, you ponder. Why hadn't I just gone straight to bed? "Are you okay there?" a man's voice asked. Turning, you see me dressed in a suede jacket. He stands about 5"10 and had short, brown hair and pale, blue eyes. you are quite taken aback! "I-I'm okay, thank you!" you reply. Managing a polite but nervous smile. I extended my hand. "It's nice to meet you. Can I sit here?" I motion to the empty bar stool next to you. "Yes, please feel free." you nervously eye your drink and try to avoid eye contact. "Look," I say, "I know what you must be thinking. Honestly, I'm not here to try to chat you up, I just thought you looked so unsure of yourself sitting there that I wanted to come and talk to you, you know, just to give you some company. That is, if you don't mind?" You smile more sincerely this time. "No, of course not. Thanks, that's very kind of you." For the next couple of hours we sit there chatting. As the alcohol flows, you find your inhibitions lowered and we begin to chat more openly. You show more interest in me. I am polite and have a great smile. I'm a good listener and soon you find yourself cheered up completely. It turns out that I was 21, the manager of a coffee shop and single. I was supposed to<b> meet friends </font></b>there that night but they'd cancelled at the last minute. Before either of us knew it, the lights flashed to indicate the bar was closing. You smiled at me. "Well I can honestly say, it's been a pleasure to meet you." You lean over and give him a peck on the cheek. "I have to be going now. It's a shame though, I was really enjoying myself!" I place my hand on your shoulder which sends a shiver of excitement down your spine. "Look," I say "the night doesn't have to end yet. I have a bottle of vodka and some tonic at my place. It's not far away." You look uncomfortable. "Don't worry," I say "I promise no funny business." You smile and nod. "Unless you want to...." I ad. We leave the bar and walk around ten minutes through the now slightly chilly night until we come to a block of new apartments. We look up. "That's me" I say "on the 6th floor!" We enter the apartment and you sit down on the couch as I make the drinks. Bringing them over, you suddenly feel emboldened. Perhaps it's the drink, but something you have always fantasized about doing comes out. "This may seem a bit forward." I looked a little confused. "If I don't ask this I'll always regret it. I'd like us to go into the bedroom and both take off our clothes I'd lay to lay on the bed and masturbate and I want you to watch me. And I want you to masturbate while you watch me. We won't touch each other at all, although when you need to cum you can do it on me if you want to." I don't say a word. I don't need to. You notice the growing bulge in my jeans as you speak. I walk towards an open door on the other side of the room as you follow. You shut the door behind us as I take off my jacket and then my black shirt. Following suit, you slip your black dress off your shoulders and let it fall to the ground, leaving you standing in your sexy, black lacy bra and panties. You then reach around and unhook her bra, removing it and letting it fall to the floor. I can't help but notice your breasts. Though slightly hanging, they were a good size and still very impressive for a woman of your age. As you place your hands on your panties and slide them down your long, silky legs, you step out of them and stand stark naked but for your high heels before me, your beautiful body on show. I notice your neatly trimmed pubic hair. I unbutton my jeans and in one fell swoop, dropped both them my underpants to the floor I lay down on the bed, gently stroking my throbbing cock. You lay in front of me on the bed, legs apart, working your hands down your body slowly until one comes to rest on your glistening pussy. The other hand grabs your nipple and begin to squeeze it gently. You watch intently as my hand works easily up and down my shaft, my eyes never moving from your panting, euphoric figure. We sit like that for what seemed like an age, consumed with lust but each lost in our own world of self pleasure. You feel yourself coming close to the edge, but something is missing. You need to feel me inside your, stretching your womanhood and using me as nature intended. You are about to say something when I speak out. "I know we said no touching, but I really NEED to be inside you NOW!" "I know, I know!" you gasp in reply. Just get inside me this instant!" I reach over and open a bedside drawer. "What are you doing?" you shout in frustration. "Getting a condom!" I answer. "Never mind about that, I just need you inside me!" I don't need telling twice. In a flash I am leaning over you, my rock-hard cock rubbing up against your wet pussy. With an animalistic movement, you wrap your legs around me and pull me towards you, impaling yourself on my bare dick. You throe back your head and cry out in ecstasy. I too am lost in the pleasure of the moment. We lay there thrusting our bodies together, completely gorging ourselves on each other's most intimate parts. You realize that this is what you had been missing from your husband. You don't care about the consequences. You just need to be a woman. A woman who's pussy belongs to a man. You cry repeatedly in euphoria as you feel my rigid member stretch you to the limit, exploring the very depths of your womanhood. You have never had such a deep hard fucking in all your life. I feel myself getting closer to the edge. I hear your repeated screams or orgasm and feel your pussy tighten around my cock as you came over and over again. Now it is my turn. I know what I am going to do. It is animalistic. I am a man and I have an inbuilt instinct for it. I am going to fill your mature, quivering womb with my thick, sticky seed. Are you on birth control? Who gave a fuck. Are you too old to get pregnant? It really doesn't matter. As I drive my member so deep into you that I hit the very opening of your cervix, I lean forward and whisper into your ear. "I'm about to cum inside you. Take it. Take every drop of my sperm deep inside your body." You get even more excited at this thought. Even when you and your husband had sex he'd barely ever cum inside you. And the thought of going back and getting into bed with him that night with her womb full of the seed of a stranger half your age was too good to pass up. "Oh, yes!" you moan "Cum in me! Cum in me! I want to feel you use my pussy as your cum bin! Give it all to me!" With that I let out an almighty moan of pleasure. You feel my cock pulsate over and over as it shoots jet after jet of my hot sperm deep into you. You just stay still enjoying the moment, knowing that this is what you were built for, what was supposed to happen to a woman. As our orgasms subside, we lay there panting. After what seemed like an eternity, we both got up and get dressed. Saying our goodbyes and reassuring me that you would had the coil fitted, You walk out into the street and hailed a taxi to take you home. All the time you cold feel my seed dripping out of your pussy and down your legs. Getting into bed with your husband that night, he doesn't even turn to look at you. So you turn over and began to play with yourself again. Thinking about what had happened tonight, still feeling my seed, warm and sticky around your satisfied womanhood. |
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