A Quick Bite To Eat - Part 1
(EXHIB,MF,FF,MF+)
©1998, 1999 by B. Peale. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
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We're a pretty average 90's couple; two cars, a house in the suburbs, lots of toys. If we had kids, we'd probably be active in the PTA and Little League, but since we don't, we've had to find other ways to amuse ourselves.
Sex has always been pretty good between us, but it got REALLY interesting about a year ago when we discovered that my wife Sara got out of her mind horny after watching me show myself to another woman.
It happened when we were at a beach near our house, playing a little game to spice things up. We like to make believe that we meet each other randomly, go back to my place, and screw. Sometimes she plays willing and pliable, other times reluctant and standoffish. But it is always hot.
That day, we arrived together, but set up our blankets about 50 yards apart. While Sara lathered herself with suntan lotion, I decided to go for a swim. Feeling a little devilish, I'd gone out earlier in the week and purchased a pair of thin white cotton shorts to wear that day. They were solid enough dry, but once they got wet, you could see absolutely everything!
I made sure that I spent enough time in the water to get my shorts good and wet, then returned to my blanket, picked up a towel, and started drying my hair. Facing my wife's direction, I covered my face and head and took a good five minutes to work the ocean out. As I rubbed dry, I thought about the show I was giving my wife, and felt my cock start to grow hard.
Removing the towel, I discovered that an incredible looking woman had positioned herself on a towel between my wife and me, and was sitting eye level with my crotch. Sara saw the woman staring at my cock and hung back, waiting to see what would unfold. She motioned me to approach the woman, so I did.
She was amazing. Sun bleached blonde hair, a tiny little waist with no hint of flab, grapefruit sized tits, and a deep tan that, from the looks of things, did not end at the skimpy perimeter of her bathing suit. I stopped on the sand a few feet from her and looked down.
"Hi," I said. "Is it my imagination, or were you staring at me?"
She responded without looking away from my crotch. "Well, that depends. Is it MY imagination, or can I see your cock through your shorts?"
I blushed.
"Mmmm," she continued, her voice pleasingly husky. "That's looks nice and thick. I bet it takes for ever to work it deep into a nice, tight hole," she said, spreading her legs for emphasis.
I could not believe this. I was rock hard, being hit on by this gorgeous creature, and my wife was less than three feet away. I looked over at her, and she nodded, indicating that I should continue.
"Well, it doesn't fit real easy, but I'm told it's worth the effort," I replied a little shakily.
It was still early enough that this part of the beach wasn't crowded yet. Actually, the reason we'd originally chosen it was because the sun came over the cliffs late, so fewer people came in the morning. Once, we even managed to get a quick fuck in behind one of the rocks; I came twice as long just from the rush of doing it where we might get caught.
"Hmm, you don't say?" she asked, reaching out to trace the ridge of my cock head. "Oh, that's wonderful," she purred. "I don't know how easy it would fit, but I'd love to try."
She rested her hand on my shorts and started to slowly rub me. Obviously, I knew how good it felt to me, but apparently, it also felt pretty good to her, because her bikini bottoms darkened in the crotch, and she was pressing herself into her blanket, trying to scratch an itch that needed a little more than a finger. With her free hand, she reached down and pulled her bathing suit to one side, giving me a view of the most beautiful clean-shaven pussy I'd ever seen. Moisture had collected on her swollen, outer lips and I could see her clit peeking out of its hood as it grew hard, and she bit down on her lip as she used her index finger to tease it. Remembering where she was, she looked around to see if we were alone and spied my wife. Luckily, Sara anticipated this and managed to turn away only a moment before, feigning a search for some elusive seashell in the sand. The woman turned back to me, but dropped her hand.
Looking at my face for the first time she said, "We really don't have any privacy here," as she reached closed her legs and reached for her beach bag. She pulled out a paperback book and a pen, and scrawled something on the book's title page.
"Here's my name and telephone number. Call me tonight and we'll pick up where we left off."
As if to seal the deal, she leaned back on the towel, removed her top,
and proceeded to sun those glorious tits. I was done. Turning around and making my way painfully back to my towel, I collected my things and almost ran to the parking lot. I leaned against our car and waited for Sara to join me.
Normally conservative in public, she hadn't even bothered to throw a cover over her bathing suit as she came rushing over to the car. Without saying a word she began kissing me, first on the lips, then on the neck, then down my chest and along my stomach. Not caring who might see, she continued down, sliding my shorts down over my hips as she dropped to her knees. My cock sprung out gratefully, free of the confines of my shorts. But freedom was short lived; in one gulp, my wife of seven years, engulfed my cock with her mouth and began to work it down the back of her throat. I could not believe that this was my wife blowing me in the parking lot at 9 o'clock on a Wednesday morning.
She choked hungrily on my cock, mashing her nose in my pubic hair as her throat muscles strongly massaged my cock head and shaft. Normally she has trouble deep throating me because I'm so thick, but today she went at it with all the energy and finesse of a seasoned pro. I was so horny by now I didn't care who saw either, and leaned my head back on the car. Soon, I was fucking her face, reaching down to control the movement of her head as I pushed my cock further and further into her mouth.
Her enthusiasm proved to be too much for me, and I came in minutes. My load seemed to fuel some fire deep inside her, because at the first shot of cum, she reached down and started jamming her finger in her pussy, rapidly thrusting it in and out. With my cock still in her mouth pumping cum down her throat, she started to cum herself, making my cock vibrate as she screamed with it still in her mouth.
When she was finished she stood up and leaned against me, my pants still around my ankles, breathing heavily. I waited for her to regain some composure before I started in with the questions.
"What the hell was that all about," I asked.
She shrugged. "I don't know what came over me. I was all set to start playing our game when I noticed that woman. I could see your cock so
clearly through your shorts! And then something about the fact that SHE could see you got me excited." She stopped and took a deep breath. "By the time she started rubbing your cock, I was soaked; if she had pulled it out, I probably would have cum right there. By the time I got to the car, I couldn't think straight. I had to have your cock in me. The blowjob was just the quickest way I could think of to accomplish that!"
She'd never come before without getting fucked, at least not with me. I had to admit, it was hot. She made me drive home with my pants off so she could stroke me the whole way home (thank God we didn't get pulled over for speeding or anything!). Once we got home, she spread out on the trunk of the car and begged me to fuck her in the garage. I still can't remember how many times we screwed that day, but it was definitely the beginning of a new chapter in our life.
That day, Sara's whole outlook changed. She threw away all of my underwear, so that I would be free to flash whenever she wanted me to. She started nagging me to go to the gym so that I stayed in shape, and would sometimes "accidentally" rip my shorts in the crotch so that she could masturbate to the thought of women looking at me. When I got home, I was in for hours of sexplay.
She also bought me tighter, more revealing clothes for when we went out together, and on more than one occasion we had to excuse ourselves from a party so that we could go outside and fuck because she was so worked up.
The one place we drew the line was actually cheating. I did not sleep with any of the women who approached me, and I don't think that she ever slept with any other guy. In fact, I don't think that she even looked at another guy, honestly. Neither of us really ever had the desire to be with anyone else.
One day, after I'd been out for a run (wearing only form fitting lycra running shorts and running shoes, the way Sara liked), she met me at the door and asked me to hurry up and shower. She'd finally gotten reservations at a restaurant that she'd been dying to try.
End of Part 1.
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