So, this summer was her husband’s, Terry, place of work’s office party. Years past, they have enjoyed the lovely dinner, drinks, and laughs the night brings. Being a medium-large company, it also brings together co-workers that generally don’t find the time and opportunity to interact regularly. The event is for the company people and spouses/partners—no kids, which is nice to get away and have an adult night out. Date night as they call it. This year, as in the past, it was on a Friday night at the country club, in which the upper officers are members. For her husband and her, it is a pleasant experience that they usually do not have access to The country club is just under an hour’s drive from the city where they live, but centrally located between his office and the office in the state capital.
Like years past, tables are round, making it easy to carry conversations with the other 9 – 11 people at the table. At each table, the seating arrangements are a girl/boy/girl/boy. At their table, was upper-middle manager, David. She and her husband have socialized with David at these company gatherings in the past. Terry and David work in different departments but regularly run into each other for projects. David is a good looking mid 40’s black man, who runs marathons, and has a fun sense of humor. It is easy to forget he is about 15 years older than her husband and herself.
At the table this year, the seating arrangement was turned around a bit. Instead of her husband, Terry, sitting next to her, she was sitting with David to her left, then co-worker Sherry on David’s left, and Terry sitting on Sherry’s left. Our table was a good crowd, funny stories and lots of ribbing of each other, good food and plenty of drinks. The drinks are not a problem, with the distance from home accommodated. The company runs a couple of small buses from each office to the country club and back again at the end of the night. She and Terry do like most people, and they hire a cab ride from home to the office parking lot to catch the bus and call a cab once they are back. No driving necessary. Kids overnight at grandparents take out any need to be home at a particular time.
The evening took a strange turn for her. Late in the evening, as they are sitting around the table, after enjoying a great meal, but not done with the drinks yet. There is a lively conversation going on to her left involving David, Sherry, Terry, and a few other people. She was leaning in to catch the funny on-going story, turning left in her chair. Caught up in the comic story, looking to get her voice heard above the loud banter and laughter, to lean forward, she laid both hands on David’s right leg, giving her input. She did not realize until she sat back, with her hands still on David’s right leg, under her left palm was not the innocent feel of David’s thigh, but the end of his flaccid cock! She remembers the moment vividly, the first reaction in her mind was not ‘’ move the hand away’’, it was ‘’OMG, that thing is big’’. Then she found the sense to move her hands back to her own lap. A quick glance between David and she was gone from him of light amusement, probably both of us thinking together ‘’that was unexpected’’ from both points of view. The laughter and banter at the table continued, with no one else the wiser, but her mind was stuck on how big David’s cock felt under her hand. She was stunned. She questioned herself, did she really feel what she think she felt? If she did, was it that big? She tried to steal a glance down, see if it had an outline against his pants that would tell how big it was, but there were too many sets of eyes around that table. She had No chance could look down that direction without being noticed. But she could not shake the curiosity of what she felt. With the ongoing conversations at the table, she found the opportunity to lean forward again. She swallowed hard, built up her courage, and leaned forward, placing both hands on David’s right leg. Yes, she wanted to feel his cock again. Yes, she was happy with her marriage in every way, and never was unfaithful to Terry. But at that table, that night, that brief contact of her palm against the end of David’s cock, it ignited an intense curiosity, and, looking back, fueled with some alcohol in her system, she had to feel it again. In her mind, she told herself, ‘’she was just touching it from outside the pants. It was not a serious breach of faith to Terry. It was accidental. She may never get to feel one this big again,’’ and she really wanted to feel if it was as big as it seemed from the first touch.
Leaning forward, sitting in her chair as she did, David close to the table, her hands were blocked from view, if she was careful. Leaning forward, on the pretense to share something, her right hand palmed against the thigh, her left hand once again found the tip of David’s cock under his cotton chinos. She acted innocent as to where her hand was, her face keeping an appearance, following what people were saying, but there she was, her hand palming a prominent cock head on David’s lap. The way it laid, where it was positioned on his thigh, it was long, and it fitted against her palm like no other cock ever did in her life. She was not a virgin when she and Terry married, and she had a few lovers/experiences. Terry is plenty big, certainly satisficed her with no problems. But that night, what she was feeling under her palm on David’s lap felt so much bigger than any man she has felt before. The liberties she was taking is entirely out of character for her. It is not the person she is. She happily married, love their kids, has a job she likes, enjoys an easy-going respectable life. Taking the opportunity to feel up David at a dinner table in a room full of people is entirely out of character. Who was this person she was at that table that night?
Pulling her hand away again, fear of being caught, she noticed something else about herself; she was wet. That night she was wearing a button-up long sleeve ladies Oxford style shirt, a black plaid circle skirt, and one of her nice lacey bra/panty sets. One feature about herself she wants to share is that she has long legs. She stands about 5ft 7in, but her legs are long in proportion to her body. She loves to wear skirts. Skirts, like her black plaid circle skirt, it sits high up on her thighs, enhancing her long legs, but not looking trashy or slutty. Her lacey set that night is light lavender, open lace that allows a good look at her body through the fabric. The panties have a small triangle in the front and back with a snug fit, allowing it to ride a little up her crack and show off her ass cheeks. Terry loves these lacey sets, but at that moment, she was not thinking of Terry or reflecting on how wrong it was she had done, she was noticing how wet she felt between her legs. She was taken back to how wet and how quickly. She remembers thinking she had to stop, it was having a strong effect on her, and she had to stop. But, as those words were running through her mind, David said something that she did not hear over the table laughter. He then grabbed her chair and pulled it closer to him, leaning in, telling her the joke she missed. Then, as he turned away from her and re-engaged in the conversation, he pulled her hand under cover of the tablecloth and laid it softly over his upper right thigh. There, like an out of body experience, she felt the heat along with a pronounced silhouette. With her hand motionless on his leg, her fingers followed a gentle outline along this man’s covered shaft. She, a married woman, was running her fingers along the length of David’s well-endowed cock. For the rest of the evening, as they sat at the table, telling stories, enjoying drinks, poking gentle fun at each other, when opportunity allowed, she would reach down, under the table, and gently touch his impressive cock with her fingers. She would feel it enlarge to her touch, impressing the hell out of her with the size. Even though the fabric of underpants and his dress pants, she could feel details as he stiffened.
Then as the night started to wind down, David pushed her hand away. He was needing time for his cock to calm down, soften up so he could walk out and not be noticed for a large semi-erection to be tenting his pants. So, she let him be, so happy to have experienced the gentle touches through the night, and content to leave it at that, though she would want a hard-passionate fuck from Terry when they get home and planned on reliving the feel of David’s cock in her head as Terry pounded her pussy.
The two small charter buses waiting outside to take everyone back to the company office were waiting in the parking lot. Two busses heading to the capital, two buses to take their group back to their home city. She did not see Terry anywhere, as she waited for him to use the bathroom before the ride back. As she waited, the bus continued to fill up. Then she felt David gently grab her arm, telling her they better get to a seat. He led her into the bus, and already people were settling in. The seats were arranged with two comfortable seats on each side of the aisle. David pointed out two empty seats in the very back. Expecting Terry to sit next to her on the ride back, she was surprised when as she sat down in the window seat, David sat in the aisle seat on her left. This is the first she learned that he came solo, wife opted not to come this year. As she and David carried on small talk, Terry made his way in the bus, saw us in the back, worked his way back, then sat hard in the empty seat in front of David. Terry could not drink like he used to, but he tried that night. She stood and leaned over the back of Terry’s seat, making sure he was ok, asking if he wanted to sit next to her in the back. He replied he just wanted to sit down and fall asleep on the ride back. As she did the wife assurance that he was ok, she suddenly felt a hand on the back of her knee. Then David’s hand, gently stroked the back of her leg as she stood there leaning over Terry’s seat. It was so daring and sexy, and she did not give him any indication he needed to stop. But once she was convinced by Terry he was just going to sleep where he was at, she sat back down, and glance at David and quietly mouthed ‘’behave’’ but she could not convince herself she was upset by his touch.
She did not blame Terry for just settling in, and he drank a bit too much. Most people were happy to ride quietly back. As the buses headed out, everyone settled in, and she thinks half fell asleep before they on the interstate. The bus piped soft music over the speakers for the ride home, making it that much harder for some to stay awake.
But David was awake, and so was she. As the bus hit the interstate, David’s hand was softly caressing her hand. She was concerned, she did not want to get caught in a situation with David, not on this bus, not with people sitting so close, and with her husband in the seat in front of David. Two things did go through her mind, telling herself it was OK with David caressing her hand (even though it wasn’t because she is married to the man sitting in front of him); One, it was dark in the bus cabin, and the seats were tall comfortable seats that blocked a lot of views. Two, they were in the back row on the right, there was no back row on the left next to us, only some sort of storage compartments. She was taking in this information, when David gently pulled her left hand on to his lap, over to his semi-erect cock. She did not resist. In truth, as soon as her fingers felt this bulge, her fingers actively outlined the profile of his cock through his pants. Quickly, she was enjoying this resumption of a sinful soft feeling of his manhood. Her head laid back, staring in the dark at his crotch, unable to see much, except when a car light flashed into the cab of the bus. It was wrong, but she justified it to herself, this would end as they pulled into the office parking lot, and then it will only be a memory for her to relive to herself. Once again, she noticed how wet her pussy was feeling. The more she traced David’s cock, the wetter she was getting. She found herself fantasizing about what it looked like. If it stood up tall or pointed out from his body on a 90 degree. Was it shaved or hairy? Was the hair salt and peppered like the hair on his head. As she traced the outline and quietly daydreaming, she felt it stiffen, harden to her touch. The details were becoming more prominent again. At one point, it adjusted under his pants, laying sideways instead of pointing down along his leg. It was stiffer, and it was turning into a proper erection, she could feel the head swell and enlarge with the shaft. Then she noticed, it felt different; she could feel more details along with her fingertips than before, less fabric seemed to be involved. She felt the bulge increasing from her touch. David leaned in, asked her what happened. Her hand was still outlining this cock, and only paused for a couple of seconds, then she leaned into him and asked him if he removed his underpants. He moved his ear from her mouth and placed his mouth to her ear and released one soft word: ‘’yes’’. That sent shivers through her body and a rush of warm wetness through her pussy. Her body stiffened as she replaced the touch of her fingers with the pressing of her flat palm down the length of his ever-hardening shaft. There, just a single layer of the fabric of his pants was between this large cock and her hand. She silently gasped at this new turn of events.
She used her full hand along his shaft, feeling it grow longer and harder under her hand. David was gently caressing the bare skin of her left leg, only touching the skin exposed, never traveling under her skirt. She noticed every motion of his hand along her leg but was specially tuned in when his hand traveled along with her inside thigh. As he caressed her thigh, he leaned in and asked, ‘’What kind of panties are under that skirt. Boy shorts?’’ He waited for an answer. When he did not get one, he tried again, ‘’Thong?’’ He looked for a reaction, but she gave him her best poker face. He whispered another try, ‘’Bikini?’’. She just looked at him in the dark, trying her best not to react to his guesses. David tried a new tactic ‘’Show her.’’. That lack of subtleness stunned her at first. He wanted her to lift her skirt and show him her panties? she leaned in and whispered in his ear, ‘’she doesn’t think she should.’’ His hand on her thigh slowly worked up her inner thigh. Realizing where it was headed, her right hand reached and grabbed his hand. Then, a thought entered her mind. With a quick look around, comfortable no one was looking their way, she reached under her skirt with both hands, hooked the string sides of her panties, lifted her ass and pulled them down her legs. Working them around her shoes, she brought them up, looked around again, then she presented them to David by laying them neatly on his right thigh, smooth it out, and then neatly folded it and left it on his thigh. As she leaned back in the seat, she watched his surprised reaction. He touched the lacey fabric, then brought them to his nose and smelled them. She was embarrassed, knowing he would be smelling her wetness. He then placed them in his jacket pocket, made some adjustments to his pants. He then gently placed her left hand back on his lap. He was fully erect. It was so hard, stiff, and straining against his pants. She went back to her enjoyment of feeling him through his pants, but now, she fully aware of the air along her exposed wet pussy under her skirt.
Things in her life went very wrong at this point.
Although she was enjoying the feel of David’s prominent erection through his pants in the dark, she was pulled out of her thoughts by slow movements along with David’s pants. She looked down in disbelief as she watched David unfastened his pants and slowly, very slow to be quiet, unzipped his chinos. She froze her hand, taking a slightly firm grip on his cock over the pants, unsure of the intention. With the zipper down, he pulled back the right side and moved her hand over to his pelvis area. His skin was warm and soft against her hand, but with a quick groin flex, her hand was tapped by his erection as it stood up along his pelvis, pointing to his belly button. He did not need to encourage her to reach for it. Desire? Curiosity? Whatever was controlling her actions, she entered and wrapped her hand around the warm erection of the largest cock she has ever experienced. There in the dark, at the back of a bus, with her husband sitting in front of us, the creamy-white hand that wore her wedding ring was taking long slow, deliberate strokes along David’s magnificent cock. It felt wonderful in her grip. The head was wider than the shaft, defining the term ‘’ mushroom head’’. Never before had she seen a cockhead that wide beyond the width of the shaft. It was memorizing. She strained in the dark, watching this thick hard black cock in her grasp as she stroked David. She reached down deeper into his pants, grabbed a handful of his balls, he was shaved smooth. His pelvis was shaved smooth. She loved it. So sexy. The size and smoothness of his balls matched his cock. The more she rubbed and felt, the more she wanted to feel. When the touch of David’s fingers pressed along her pussy, she did not stop him this time. She wanted to explore and enjoy his cock, and if he wanted to enjoy her bare pussy in exchange, she was not stopping him.
As she felt his finger press into her pussy, her eyes rolled back, and she stifled any noise of pleasure her body begged to release. Her hand stretched from the wet leaking tip of his cock head down the length, past the base, along with his balls to the base and back again. The more she pressured and rubbed, the more David leaked. The precum deceived his excitement.
But when she noticed the distinct musk of a wet pussy, she was forced to pull David away from her pussy and close up her legs. It was too dangerous to risk anyone recognizing the distinctive smell of a wet hot pussy. The look on David’s face was priceless; the look of desire and need for relief. He needed her, and she loved it. His cock was so hard and warm, and she felt proud…proud and horny. She continued to rub and stroke David. Looking out the window, she figured they had about ten minutes left on the interstate then fifteen more in the city before reaching the office. She reached that point, and she wanted to get David off. It was as much for her as it was for him. The problem was how to pull it off on a crowded bus?
Turning in her seat, she changed the grip to her right hand. As she strokes with more deliberate movements, she looked around, needing to be assured no attention was on us. The bus was quiet, everyone quietly relaxing or sleeping. The soft music is still playing, mixing with the soft hum of the bus. Her tempo on David picked up, faster, long strokes. She could feel his precum leaking out, coating her hand as it enveloped his beautiful cockhead. David labored to keep his breathing quiet. He was closer to the edge, but not close enough yet. She continued, picking up her pace and increasing the firmness of her grip. She cannot fully express how erotic it was for her, jacking off a man, not her husband, in the back seat of a crowded bus, in the dark. She has never experienced anything as erotic.
When David reached up and started to play with her nipples over her shirt, she knew they were almost where she wanted him to be. It was when he began moving his hips, trying to fuck her hand that was telling her he was close. At that moment, as a person, she changed from loving wife and mother, into a cock loving whore. Another quick look around, she then moved her body down, laid her head on David’s lap, and took that large warm, smooth black cock head in her mouth. That first experience when her lips and tongue made contact with the warm, smooth skin, she felt a sexual high never experienced in her life before. She quietly sucked on it like a baby sucks a pacifier, her hand increasing the firm grip on the downward stroke. She continued to suck his cock head as she stroked him, forcing a downward stroke each time, working him closer and closer to the end result. Her breathing was labored with the excitement of a large cockhead in her mouth, but she concentrated on keeping quiet and in control. She never attempted to take more than the head in her mouth, and it was too risky. The shaft was long enough she could continue to stoke him with the head in her mouth. When she felt his handwork it is way under her skirt onto her bare ass, she sucked like she was trying to pull the cum out, and with a final firm downward stroke, as she released the grip to slide back up, she could feel the release from deep in his balls up his long shaft, rewarding her waiting mouth with the first firm squirt of warm thick cum. Her hand worked a firmer downward stoke, encouraging him to release additional loads for her, but that was unnecessary. In the quiet dark of that bus, David released shot after shot of warm thick cum into her mouth. Her concentration was tuned to swallowing, talking, and swallowing the reward of cum she was so desperately working on getting out of him. The head of his cock never left her mouth, and she did not flinch or gag, as David relieved himself in her mouth.
When she felt his body relax under her, and his firm grip on her bare ass soften, that told her he was complete, but she continued to softly suck on his helmet, taking in any remaining fluid. Something came over her as her hand moved from his shaft down to his balls, caressing them, almost like she was milking them in a daze of pleasure. She caught herself, though, and back, in reality, she pulled her hand out of his pants, her mouth off his cock. Sitting back up, they both went to straighten ourselves out. She was still shaking a bit with sexual excitement, her pussy was soaking, but she steadied herself to stand up and look over the seat at Terry, who was still asleep, as was the person sitting to his right. She could see no heads looking their direction. We got away with it.
For the rest of the bus ride, David and she sat quietly in the dark. Her hand back on his lap, softly outlining his soft cock, enjoying the taste of his cum on her breath. His hand was back on her leg, gently stroking her thigh. Looking back, she is glad he was not reaching up to stroke her bare pussy (teasing her, he would not give her panties back), she is sure she did not have the will power to stop him.
As the bus neared the parking lot, they pulled their hands back to ourselves. She should have insisted he return her panties, but she was enjoying the naked feel under her skirt. The bus pulled up, and everyone shuffled out. Terry was half awake but agreed with David to share a cab. As they climbed in, David suggested Terry sit in the front if he was not feeling well, which Terry did without complaint, and almost instantly laid he head back and closed his eyes. As the cab started out the 30-minute drive to their house, David pulled her to the middle of the seat and laid his hand back on her bare thigh. At first, she resisted his touch, but as his hand worked his way up, pressing back her skirt up to her legs, and pressed against her bare pussy, she cautiously surrendered to his touch and spread her legs for his access. David did not delay, he spread her wet lips, and she felt his finger gently slid up and down. She was already wet, still wet, quickly allowing his downward movement pressing his finger deep in her pussy, then his upward stroke rub along her swollen clit. While David was pleasuring her in the back seat, he was maintaining a weak conversation with Terry in the front seat. She scooted her bare ass up to the edge of the seat, spread her knees wide, and keep an eye on Terry in the front seat. The deeper David pressed his finger in her pussy, the wider she spread her legs. David was on the edge of the seat with her, on her left, body facing forward, his right hand down between her legs, also keeping an eye on Terry who had his head turned to the right as he laid back, relaxing half asleep. It was dark in the cab, but not dark. The city lights allowed plenty to be seen if they are caught.
David did not hold back on her. His hand finger fucks her, working faster and deeper. Her hands gripped the edge of the seat on either side. She could feel her eye widen and her mouth strain to remain quiet. Suddenly she saw her image in the rearview mirror, her face contorted as David’s hand pushes her closer to a shattering climax. Then she noticed the face of the driver in the rear-view mirror, looking right at her, directly at her straining face as she is edging to her orgasm. She could not hide it; she did not have the will to hide it, and she was not moving off the edge of the seat. She remained right where she was, legs spread to the limit. David then did a first for her, and he pulled his finger out of her, then her pussy ached with pleasure as he replaced the one finger with two. She did not look down, but she knew what he did. Her face in the mirror had a look of sexually contorted surprise, and the driver noticed. A glance to Terry showed he had not moved, allowing her gaze to return to the mirror and driver. As her body edged closer to her orgasm, her mouth was locked in a silent wide oval shape, a silent scream of pleasure with David’s two-finger fuck. The cab probably smelled like sex, but she did not notice or care.
He knew how badly she needed to cum. He had him on the bus, but she was still wanting. She expected just to take care of herself once home, Terry was showing no signs of ability to take care of her needs that night, but once David’s touch reached her aching pussy, she was all willing to have his hand meet her needs. On the edge of the seat, she gave herself to David’s finger deep in her pussy. She remembers she closed her eyes and started to silently mouth “fuck her…. fuck her…. fuck her” over and over. She was aware they were driving through the city late at night. Maybe people could look in the cab and see her, but she did not care. She did not care. The driver could see her. She felt a hand against her shirt. David was unbuttoning her blouse. Then she felt a rough lift of her bra, exposing her B cup breast and hard nipples. She did not care. She did not care. David’s rough touch on her nipples only enhanced the excitement. The two fingers fucking her pussy pressed her closer to her desired orgasm. At one point, she cracked her eyes open, her mouth still agape in a silent scream of pleasure, but the driving was always looking at her in the mirror. She thinks they were at a red light at that moment. A quick glance to see Terry has not moved then closed her eyes and rolled her head back as the cab continued forward. In the final moments before her orgasm, her ass slipped off the seat, and she was held up only by her stiff arms and her hand’s death grip on the edge of the seat. There, with her ass suspended in midair, David’s finger fucked her to an orgasm. She pressed her pussy into David’s fingers, fucking him back, and orgasm. She was Cumming, in the back of the cab, her husband, asleep inches from her as another man finger, fucked her while the cab driver watched. She strained every muscle to remain silent. Her body shuttered, uncontrollably shuttered as she came. She hurt her hand, gripping the edge of the seat so tight. She felt fluid run down her pussy, along her bare ass. It was the most significant, strongest orgasm of her life. Ripples were running through her body as she started to gain composure, her eyes half-open, looking in the mirror at the expression on her face and the reaction of the cab driver. David continued to finger her until it was too sensitive, and a sequel of pleasure escaped her mouth. She quickly pulled David’s hand away, sat back in the seat, and watched Terry move in the front seat. She crossed her legs, removed her skirt back down. David was quickly cleaning the cum off his hand under his jacket. Thankfully, it was dark enough, Terry would not see how flushed she felt, but the smell of sex, was she imagining it, or did it smell like pussy in the cab? In a weak voice, Terry asked if she was OK. She replied with a “Fine. Why?” Terry replied he thought he heard her. A quick assurance he did not, and she was fine, and they continued the rest of the ride home quietly. Holly fuck, they got away with it.
On the last mile before their home, she wiped herself with the underside of her skirt. Again, she thought of asking for her panties, but after all this, she was enjoying her pussy & ass bare under the dress. As they arrived home, she and Terry unloaded, and surprisingly, after David paid the cab, it took off without him. she gave him a funny look, but he just replied, “she thought she would take you up on that offer for coffee.” As they entered the empty house, Terry stated he had enough for the night, did not want any coffee, and was going to bed. She helped him back into the bedroom and into bed. Tucking him in, she steadied herself before going back out. Why was David still here?
Finding David in the kitchen with a glass of water, he offered her a drink, which she took and finished the glass. As she was refilling the glass, she felt his arms around her body, giving her a warm hug. She turned around and was caught by his lips to mine. At first, she surrendered to his kiss, loving the way he pressed deep in her mouth. But then she came to her senses and pulled away. Looking at him in the eyes, she softly told him, “No, not here, not in this house. Too dangerous”. He smiled at her, and then a kiss on the lips. Said he would call a cab, asked if she would wait with him outside. She said she would, but wanted to check on Terry first. A quick glance, Terry was asleep and quiet. She left the darkroom, closing the door, and finding David outside under the carport by their cars. It was a warm summer night, and it was late. As she walked, she offered him a glass of water. As he drank, she could see him looking at her over the glass. Finished, he put it down on the car. Leaning in, he wrapped his arms around her, and they kissed. This time she did not pull away. We made out like lovers. His hands were exploring her bare ass and under her shirt. She was just as bad, her hands under his shirt and down the back of his pants, feeling his naked ass. We kissed and made out, softly moaning of pleasure into each other. She remembers their heavy breathing increasing. Tongues were lashing against each other. Our hands were holding each other tight. This continued over and over. Longer than she expected, always expecting the taxi to show up and interrupt us, but not wanting it to end. This may be the last time, as she knew it should be, she would have time with her black man, her unexpected lover. She knew it had to end, but did not want the night to end.
After many moments of making out, she was with one hand on his back and the other down along his ass squeezing and grabbing hard his firm runner’s ass. She felt his waistline loosen, allowing her hand better access down along his ass. He had unfasted and unzipped his pants. Her hand had free range along his lower body. Her other hand moved from his back down below the waistline also. Soon her hands were roaming along his waist, ass, and upfront along his pelvis, finding and grasping his wonderful large cock again. She felt that feeling of desire build up in her pussy again, the fluids flowing again. There in their carport, no walls only protected from the view of the street by their parked cars the darkness of night. But even those were being betrayed by the streetlights. No matter when he pulled her shirt up over her head, she let him. Then he freely reached back and unfasted her bra., and it fell to their feet. His rough hands found her erect nipples. He quickly learned how to play with her nipples to get the most excitement from her. She was moaning in his mouth, no desire to be quiet now. She let her passion dictate her reactions, openly and freely.
David’s pants fell past his hips and to the ground. He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants. As she was processing this, he pulled his shirt off. There she was only in her short skirt, with a naked fit black man who she had a desire for in just one night. When she felt her ass up against the car under the carport, David lifted her up on the hood and stood close to her between her legs. As they continued to make out, she could feel his cock head touching and poking her between her legs, along her inner thighs and bare pussy. She reached down to find him hard again, not as ridged as he was on the bus, but hard. His cock pointed out instead of up to his belly button as it did on the bus, but it was hard and the cock head smooth and firm. She grabbed his ass with both hands as they kissed. She felt the pressure of David’s cock head pressing against her pussy’s opening. During this night she had stroked and sucked his cock, she could still taste his cum, and know this large magnificent black cock was pressing against her wet pussy. She felt a firm push, enough to split open her wet lips and a more inching his large helmet entering her fold. She did not resist. She wanted it so much, the increasing entry as David slowly, little at a time, pressed his cock into her pussy. It filled her up, expanding her pussy walls as they have never been stretched. She was panting, breathing hard in his mouth as their tongues danced against each other. She surrendered, letting his cock invade her deeper and deeper. At that moment, her marriage did not matter, only to feel his massive cock head press deeper in her pussy. He was patient, giving her little at a time. When his erection pressed passed the point of her husband’s cock’s reach, her eyes rolled back, her head pressed in his shoulder. She remembers biting his shoulder when he pushed deeper. Her pussy was full like never before. She LOVED IT. She wanted more, and he gave her more. She grunted and grunted with his deep penetration. When she finally felt his balls and pelvis against her pussy, as deep as he could go, she was in cock heaven. It was all a dream as he pulled out and then pushed back in, but she felt his round smooth cock head spread her inner pussy as it slid in and out, giving her feelings never experienced. She thinks she started Cuming right away, feeling the long shaft pull out and then press back in, over and over as she sat on her bare ass on the hood of the car. Naked except for the short skirt bunched up around her waist, sitting on a car in the outdoors, with a naked man, not her husband, giving her the most excellent fuck of her life. She was a cock whore.
The pace quickened, moving faster in and out of her, but always using his full length in and full length out, moving his hips in perfect pace, holding her body in place. First, his hands gripped her by her waist & ass as his cock assaulted her pussy, but as their pace picked up and David was edging closer to his orgasm, he reached under her knees with both arms, holding her legs up, her knees still spread wide, and grabbed her lower back. This forced her to be open and wide for his cock. She has never been held and fucked like this before. It was wonderful. Her pussy spasmed in continuing orgasms. He had full access to her. His hips moved, thrusting his big long cock in and out of her pussy, stretching her closer and closer to the orgasm she secretly desired all night. Grunting, he wanted to know how much she loved his fucking. He wanted to hear her say it, and she gave in. It just flowed out of her mouth, mixed with her heaving breathing and grunting. She used words like never before in her life. She told him how wonderful his wide cock head was stretching her pussy. She told him how fantastic it felt with his cock deep in her body. She clawed at his back; she grabbed his ass. She thinks at one point she fingered his asshole, but it was a blur. The pleasure of his cock deep in her body was consuming all her energy and attention. Her pussy spasmed and was a continuous ripple. Why had she never experienced a deep cock fuck like this before in her life? She remembers feeling the fluids run from her pussy, down her ass.
The fucking turned into a jackhammer assault on her pussy. She was vocal and continually told him how good it felt. She used nasty language over and over to express how good this fuck felt. David increased the pace. She was in a daze until she felt David’s body stiffen, then suddenly, her deep inner pussy was hosed with a massive load of his cum. His own waves of orgasm pressed cum deeper in her pussy than she has ever experienced before. Then his body started to jerk, giving her inner pussy short jerking fucks as his body held mine tight. As his body calmed down, and the jerking stopped, they remained in each other’s arms, naked, struggling for breath. David’s orgasm was massive in her pussy, and her orgasms were numerous waves of one after another. As normal breathing returned, so did their kissing and making out. David’s arms still under her knees, her legs still spread wide for his cock.
We continued to kiss and make out, lasting deeper into the night. Finally, his cock softened to the point it slipped out of her pussy. She started to notice how sore her stretched pussy was, a soreness that was to last for several days.
It was while they were making out, she noticed a person to the side, between us and the street, very close to us, watching us. First, she was startled, but David continued to kiss her and told her it was the cab driver. He had been silently watching us fuck for a while. David’s lack of concern was contagious, and she had no worries about being looked at as long as David was there with her. David finally pulled from their grasp, took a loving look at her body in the car, and went for his clothes. She hurried off the hood and also intended to get dressed. Holding his pants, David walked up to her and as natural as if it was acceptable by society, he pulled her skirt down past her hips and let it fall to her feet. For the first time, she was completely naked for David…., and she was naked for the taxi driver. She felt liberated either the exposure. She is proud of her fit body and was proud to stand there completely exposed for David and the cab driver to look at her.
David faced her and held his cock out and asked her to clean it, asking her more specifically to clean it with her mouth. She hesitated. First, she doesn’t usually suck on cocks that just fucked her, and she doesn’t suck on cock’s while being watched by a stranger. But her hesitation was brief, realizing she wanted that cock in her mouth one more time before the night ended. She fell to her knees before David, held his cock and balls tenderly, and proceeded to lick and suck him clean. The taste of them cum and mixed was intoxicating. Her knees were spread, and she felt their blended juices leaking out of her stretched pussy. She would look over and see the cab driver, watching her, and, yes, stroking his cock as he watched her. She continued to suck the smooth large head of David’s cock, sucking it dry, sometimes while looking up at David looking down at her with a smile, looking over to her left, watching the driver stroking his erection watching her. She continued to suck that fantastic soft cock until the cab driver came, shooting ropes of cum all over the carport. When he was done, he zipped up and waited in the cab. David then dressed. Gave her a deep, loving kiss, and his phone number. She stood in the soft light of the streetlights, naked fully exposed to anyone if they came by, watching them drive away. Once David was gone, she gathered her clothes, made her way into the bathroom, and cleaned up. Her pussy was stretched and sore, but she was so fucking sexually happy.
That was in June of this year, and since then, she and David are lovers. She cannot get enough of his large black cock. The age difference means nothing to their relationship, especially to her. David is fit and lean, where her husband has a “daddy’s body.” Terry’s cock is of average in size and shape, whereas David has a long cock shaft with a massive cock head at the end. David’s cock reaches, stretches, and pleases her as no other cock has.
These past months, she has done things never imaginable. One time she sucked David’s cock in his office, with people on the other side of the closed door, none the wiser, meeting Terry for lunch with the strong taste of cum in her mouth. Another time, she took the day off from work, to let David come by and fuck her on all fours on Terry & her bed. David even moved a dressing mirror near the bed, so they could watch us as he fucked her from behind. One particular Saturday, David and she meet up at the local art museum, where they found a handicap bathroom off a hallway, and he pulled her skirt up and fucked her over the sink from behind. One of her favorite adventures was again at her house and on her marriage bed. With special straps she purchased, she tied David up, spread out on their bed. Taking her time, sucking and teasing him, until it was time for her to straddle his body, and lower herself on his hard-aching cock and, bouncing up & down on his pelvis, fuck herself silly with his shaft. After David came in her and his soft cock slid out of her sore pussy, she hurried up, while grasping the headboard, she lowered her used pussy on his mouth and encouraged him to eat her out. He did, and he loved it, as did she (she always wanted to feel a man eat her fucked pussy again, but Terry was never up for it).
So, her life is fucked up. Yes. She has a husband and kids, respectable life. She also has a black man who is her lover with the largest cock she has ever experienced, and she is his cock whore. Every day she worries how this can go wrong, but when she and David enjoy a fucking or adventure (like fucking online for another couple to watch us while they fuck), she knows she cannot give it up. She loves her husband, and she loves David. She will adjust her life as necessary to enjoy both worlds.