On this particular summer evening in July of last year, my getting-ready started in the same way. It was Friday night which is the best night for dance lounge visits - crowded, standing room only, live music, dimly lit dance area, easy to share the spotlight with other women and girls who were dressed nice too. I take a long, hot bath, and have discovered that I can increase my internal sexual heat by bringing a few Penthouse magazines to the tub with me. Just browsing the stories. It was just this type of reading that my husband Brett and I did in the beginning, which got our minds drifting off in this erotic direction in the first place. Yes, we also think many of the stories are fiction and male imagination, but some seemed more real .. and the sum total left us with desire to experiment. If I were to dress as Brett envisioned me to, I'd be almost naked in a tight fitting silk slip & high heels. But that's not realistic outside our own bedroom. I wore a very white one-piece minidress, accented with a wide red leather belt, red heels, very red lipstick, nylons and a few pieces of costume jewelry. Have I worn garters before ? Yes, but usually on special occassions and with dresses that can carry it off well. *May I say here that my language at home is pretty tame, but in this story I'll describe things the way men are more accustomed to. Language different than what I am allowed in home, near family. Brett finds it very hard not to want sex with me during this preparation period. But we both want it delayed. Him because when I get home, and after an evening of anticipation, the moment will be more intense if he waits. And me, because although Brett wants me as a used cum filled woman, I want to present myself fresher to whomever I meet later in the evening. I leave the house around 9 p.m. and it takes 20 mintues to get to the lounge of my choice. It's one that I'm comfortable with and my husband and I have both been here before. It takes me another 10 mintues in the car, building up some courage to go in. I am sexually very stimulated at being able to play with this extra-marital-sex lifestyle, but I am also on the reserved side in personality, and more submissive in nature. So dressing slutty in public and being reserved in private is like colliding worlds. I don't calm down and relax until after about 10 mintues inside the lounge, and it helps to be dancing. As expected it's crowded inside. The band is playing loudly and my eyes take a while to adjust to the low lighting. I'm immediately approached by a man who buys me a drink and though I'm not attracted to him, I take it and engage in some mild conversation just so I can keep busy for a bit. We even dance one number. I'm feeling better now, and my eyes begin to take in a wider perspective of the crowd. I side step off by myself for a moment and an older gentleman asks me to dance. He's quite handsome and well dressed. I do and we go for three dances, both slow and fast, and he's quite nice. He's also quite horny and had enough to drink that he's looking oh so very relaxed. I was getting a little horny too by now and allowed him to hold me pretty firmly around the waist as we talked for awhile near the bar stools. It wasn't necessarily my desire to stay until the place closed, but to have a nice, hopefully exciting sexual experience, and then go home to my husband to finish up a fulfilling evening. So even though this man had alot to drink, I was considering him for what he might be capable of giving me in the way of raw sex and quick romance if we were to go off somewhere. But could he drive ? I was having some doubts too as to how this was going to work out. Fortunately I hadn't committed myself yet, and could still comfortably dash off to dance with another man from time to time, or make a trip to the restroom without this man getting upset. And after one of these quick trips to the restroom , a much younger guy names Rick approached me and asked to dance. We did and ended up dancing all the way until the band took a break. I suspected Rick was married, but he wasn't too revealing of his personal life as we talked. At least not the domestic part of his life. I admitted to him that I was married though, and he was only interested in whether my husband was also here at the club this night. Once hearing that he wasn't, Rick maintained his flirtatious interest. He looked 7 or 8 years my junior. I didn't ask and he didn't inquire much on this subject either. He had to know the obvious difference though. The band began another set and we were back on the dance floor. It was so crowded that couples were constantly brushing against each other, lightly bumping. I had a strong attraction to Rick and so it was an exciting feeling for him to draw me in close, with his arm around my waist. Mine were around his neck. As he let his hands roam down the sides of my dress and softly around my bottom, I was feeling relaxed and increasingly hot. I just let my body follow his as we moved slowly around the dance floor, and then I could feel his erection pushing strongly from inside his pants, and against my abdomen. He was commenting on my perfume and the softness of my body and the silkyness of my dress. His hands were starting to find a home on my rear end and he pulled it closer to him..closer to his erection. I found myself helping him a little, though more subtley, and I was having heated fantasies of the power of Rick's penis. It is an everlasting sensation I have about the impregating nature of a man's cock. I imagined Rick's penis trying so hard to work its way to my reproductive canal...to impregnate me with a very potent sperm.. to mate with me and the leave me laying open legged on the floor somewhere. It's just a fantasy. When the dance ended, I excused myself for a moment to go to the restroom. I walked through the crowd, down the hall and before getting to the bathroom, found that the other man had followed me. He was still very nice, still very horny. Looking even older under the brighter lights, but that didn't make a difference. There was still something attractive and adventurous about him. He put his hands around me and pulled me towards him. He wanted to dance some more and knew I was with another man right now, but he wasn't troublesome. Maybe thats why I felt comfortable with him. I was nice to him and permitted his hands to explore my dress and take a quick liberty with my breast before I leaned forward and gave him a nice kiss and told him it would be great to talk with him again on another evening, but I have to leave for the moment. He was very cooperative. More so than some would have been. Nice person, but I wondered if he'd get home ok. In the restroom, I put on some more lipstick and in the stall, I inserted my only birthcontrol, an IUD. I never insisted on a condom, because Brett's desire is to feel another man's cum inside of me when he pushes his own penis in to fuck his used wife. From the payphone I made a quick call home, and pretended I was talking to a babysitter, just case Rick would walk up to me. This was just a pre-arranged way of telling my husband that I had met someone, and that sex was in the cards. It gave him a confirmed sense of anticipation .. that his reward would indeed come later. Back on the dance floor, Rick roaming hands had quickly reactivated the rock hardness of his cock and I gave him a light kiss on the lips to make sure it didn't go away. He took me by the hand and led me outside to his car, which was right out front. We drove to another parking spot in a more darkened area, but still among the hordes of other parked cars. What a wonderful make-out. In this privacy, Rick kissed me and our tongues were rapidly probing each other's mouths. My husband has a fetish for me in lipstick, but often wipes his mouth after the first kiss. Rick was consuming me, and I liked it. He pulled down the elastic top of my dress and I helped him unsnap my bra. The warmth and softness of his hands on my breasts as he cupped them, squeezed them and pooched out the nipples so his mouth could softly clamp around them was exciting. I revealed to Rick my sensual desire...for him to cup his entire mouth over my tit and to suck as much in as he could, then move back and forth in a milking motion,stretching it out as far as he could and then back in. This is highly exciting to me and it drives me to new ecstasies as the sex foreplay goes on. I grappled had his pants and Rick undid his belt, his zipper and tried to slip off his pants. He had to step oustside the car though to get them off, and then through everthing in the back seat. This man was wonderfully naked from the waist down in front of me and his hard cock went right into my mouth as I bent over to welcome him back inside the car. Rick hands went back to my breasts. As I continued to suck on him, I could feel Rick pulling up my dress over my ass, and trying to push down my nylons. We were both a little out of breath and I told him I may not have enough room in here to slide them off easily. But that I wanted to. He wanted me to get out of the car and come over to his side, the darker side where the distant parking lot light wasn't reaching so brightly. We both stood outside of the car and I leaned against it with my back. Rick stood before me, and as I held up the hem of my dress to my waist, Rick gently pulled my nylons down and off. He then slid my panties down, and before he rose back to his feet, his face went between my legs and he started kissing my pubic hair. I was leaning against the car and actually had my left leg lifted slightly up and definitely out as Rick's tongue entered me and explored as far in as it could. My hand was at the back of his head, pulling him into me. I asked him to come up to me and Rick stood up and embraced me, his penis was sticking between my legs looking for the right place. When it found it, Rick plunged in so fast and hard, that I winced a little then felt the car against my shoulders as I guess I was leaning back so far in compliance with Rick's penetrating thrusts. I was feeling very much like a bitch in heat. Rick was verbal and descriptive but also respectful. Secretely I was fantasizing about him not being so respectful as he had sex with me, and in my own dream world, I was conguring up his aggressive voice calling me his bitch and that I was the whore he had been looking for. Rick turned me around and wanted to fuck me from behind too, and I gave into the desire. I could feel him position his penis up against my anal hole, but I quickly readjusted him to my vagina and leaned out farrther for him. Rick didn't object or try again. He entered me from behind and I was the first to climax as my hands were sprawled across the trunk of the car and Rick's hands went from holding on to my tits, to holding on to my hips, as he humped back and forth on me. Rick was also quick to come and I could sense it when he reached climax and he was ejaculating his cum inside ofme. I knew he had finished, but he didn't stop. He kept humping as long as he could keep it up and I let him. I was probably feeling more pleasure than he was at this point, and I thought it a new experience that a man would not stop so suddenly after climaxing and emptying himself of cum. For awhile we could hardly move. I turned around and we embraced and held each other. Rick really wanted to sit down, so we got back in the car but not before throwing some clothes on first. Inside we reclined the seats and talked for awhile, recuperating. I put some lipstick on, a little perfume, we touched some more and did some light petting. I felt his cock and it was soft but I enjoyed looking at it and feeling it. He kissed me and felt my breasts for awhile. It was after 2 a.m. that I arrived back home and as is customary, my husband was in bed, wide awake, waiting for me to come to him. I always freshen my makeup before coming into the house, and then sit next to him on the edge of the bed. He asked if I did it, and of course I said yes...it happened. He also wants to know if it was a good experience ( in other words am I in a good mood) or did something negative happen. No, it was nice...It was a great time. I liked it. I then started to tell him of the evening as his hand went to my thigh and soon to my pussy hole. He could feel the fullness of cum still sticking to the sides of my vagina and I rarely get far into the story before he has to get on top of me to penetrate this indecent receptacle of another man's cum. This is Bretts moment...his fantasy come true.. the time when his hard penis is surrounded by the warmth of a strangers cum. In bed with his unfaithful wife, still unwashed, still smelling the same as an hour ealier in the parking lot, still faithful to the marriage, still adventurous. Sort of the end.. maybe.. ZzZz
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