Story Code: M/F, Unfaithful Wife, Public Sex

I was a sweet young thing, recently married and with a small child who mainly stayed with my Mom while I was at work... hubby often gone for weeks, sometimes a month, as he made a good living supporting us... I was too young to have a child, in my mind... I was just barely 21, full of hormones, didn't want more children... one was enough... a joy but also a burden... you know what I mean. Days at home, no husband, boredom, a job was the thing and my Mom loved caring for the youngster.

I was a good girl but often horny. I once told the nurse, who asked if I had any problems, that I got really wet down there. She just laughed and left me in the examination room to ruminate on what was so funny about my answer. So prim and proper but got wet easily and pregnant and now with a youngster.

I got a job as soon as I could, wouldn't you? A little walking around money and something to do... people to meet, like, shall I say, Johnnie. We sold, or rather, rented TV's, computers and other white goods... pay as you go but have them now... for people with poor credit... Johnnie would walk me home sometimes and flatter me along the way... "Do you know how people look at you?"

No, I didn't, but he would tell me...how my long auburn hair was gorgeous... how I made men turn around and look at my hair and legs and my ass... how I was 'hot' and so, working days would pass and the walks home were more fun than work.

One night he told me he'd buy me a drink on the way home... I arranged for my mom to keep my baby overnight... that day I wore a shorter skirt than usual... combed my hair until it really shined... we were going to a pub... have a drink and then he would, as usual, walk me home but what a surprise was in store for me that night along the low wall outside the pub.

Oh, I knew Johnnie was just a flattering young bloke who meant no harm... I was a married woman with a young child. But he knew hubby was gone for long periods... I guess he knew about hormones and young girls... he could never guess how I got so wet at times... how I made that nurse laugh with my question... and the other girls at work saw him paying attention to me and would tell me things: "Watch out for Johnnie," they would giggle, "walking you home is just the start of things."

I didn't know what the 'things' were... he was nice to me. I would find out about 'things' and 'low Pub walls' that night.

All I could think of that day was the 'after work' part... it was a Friday... a weekend ahead... and I would be paid on Friday... so finally it was that time and Johnnie and I walked from the office to the pub... it was early Fall... a warm evening and the crickets were mad in their celebration... we sat at a table and he brought a pint of lager for himself and a glass of white wine for me... it was things about work and the people we worked with and the wine was warm going down... I didn't know why I was nervous but I surely was.

Johnnie told me of his wife and how she never had time for him... how they argued a lot and then he began to talk about sex and how he got no sex at home and went on about his wife, she didn't like 'fucking' and that was a startling word for me. Men didn't talk about 'fucking' when they talked to me... but the word was exciting to hear... I felt myself getting wet. It was so very strange that just a man using that word could make me wet... my skin was warm... my whole body was warm... Johnnie brought me another glass of wine to go with his pint and continued on about his wife and, then that word again; 'fucking' and if it was the wine or the word or how he looked at me or when I noticed some men at the bar were looking at me... I shivered... I pressed my legs together... which was totally the wrong thing to do just then... I was wet and squeezing my legs sent more shivers through my body... so I swallowed some wine and felt a little dizzy about it all... this man, those men at the bar, squeezing my legs, getting that thrill... my hubby had been working away several weeks now... I wished he was home tonight... i'd tell him to 'fuck me.' I wouldn't say it out loud... I was a good girl... but I'd surely whisper it in his ear when he gave me a hug.

"I was talking to you," Johnnie said, "you don't seemed to be listening."

"I was," I lied, "I was just looking at the men at the bar. They're staring at us."

"They're not staring at us," Johnnie said, "they're staring at you... You're really pretty."

I know I blushed, he was a flatterer, that Johnnie, sitting across from me here in the pub on Friday night in our little town and I was feeling it was warm in the room and it was time to go and walk home and I told him I had enough wine, that I knew my limit.

What I didn't know was my 'limits.' I was faithful to my hubby and my child and was not going to be unfaithful. I was sure of that. It was very hot in the pub, I waited for Johnnie to finish his pint and pay the bill. I was looking forward to Saturday morning and going shopping in town... it would be a beautiful day... it was warm this evening and surely be a nice morning... those men at the bar... looking... and Johnnie and all his nice words and the 'fucking' word lingered in my mind and I was thinking of fucking just now. I went to the ladies to freshen up...my face was flushed from the wine...my knickers were almost dripping wet... I took them off, wrapped them in a paper towel and put them in my purse. I wiped myself off but that sent more shivers through my body... my fanny was puffed up and wiping down there got me even hotter but it was time to go... I couldn't stay all night in the loo!

Johnnie finally... finally... finished his pint and off we went... waving good night to the barkeep...the men at the bar gave us... well me... a last smile and wave... and off we popped.

It was very dark outside and the crickets were in full voice... no moon and secluded.

There was a low wall along one side of the pub... Johnnie pushed me against it and kissed me full on the lips...his tongue went inside my mouth, exploring my mouth. My tongue pushed back... 'How dare he,' I thought as he insinuated it in and around my tongue... I jerked my head back and he looked me in the eyes, smiling... his arms were around my waist. "You're really pretty tonight...did you see those men looking at you. Jealous of me because I'm with a hottest girl."

I heard the office girls saying: "...walking home with Johnnie is just the start of things..." in my mind, Johnnie's mouth was on me again...l was wet again...as his tongue wetted mine and my mouth felt thick... his breath hot on my cheek... I looked to see if there was anyone about... we were alone... laughter and noise from inside the pub... but very quiet along the pub wall except for crickets... I shouldn't have taken off my knickers I thought... l was very wet again and maybe the girls were right: "...it was just the start of things..."

I was a good girl but my body was being bad... his breath on my face... my breath on his... my tongue on his... I felt dizzy... the night was cool but I was hot... he pulled me to him and told me how pretty I was and how he wanted to 'fuck' me... there was that word again. I wasn't going to 'fuck' him and told him "No!"

His tongue was whispering to me and his lips were teasing me and I was wet and hot and said "Johnnie...please don't... please..."

He lifted me on the wall...holding my waist with his hands. I looked to be sure we were alone.

I heard him unzip and he was around my waist again... between my legs I felt the cloth of his pants against them... pushing and spreading them... "Please Johnnie, " I said again but this time it wasn't a 'please don't' it was too late for that as l felt his flesh now... it was hot and the night was cool and I said just a very weak... a hoping and willing, "please, Johnnie"

I knew I was wet, that my 'cunt' was wet and ready... l didn't say that word... I imagined my 'cunt', it was ready for his cock as I felt his skin against my skin and I looked around, the pub noise and the night noise, and praying we wouldn't be interrupted... I wanted him to 'fuck' my 'cunt'... it was hot and wet and ready for 'fucking.'

I reached under my skirt... he wasn't in me yet... his cock was hot and slippery and I held it and looked at him... he was looking right into me... I was on that wall... "Please Johnnie!" I said...."fuck me!"

His cock was not as long as my hubby's but it seemed very thick and he pressed against me and I felt the head spread my lips... he almost hurt me but I loved this bit of pain... he slipped inside and my cunt adjusted to this thick pole of a cock... I wanted release. I wanted fucking... even outside on the low pub wall...he held me tight and pushed... I opened as wide as I could... "Please" I repeated as he forced his way deeper and I felt his waist against my waist... his hairs rubbing against mine..finally I was fully impaled on his thick thing as he churned away into me... it was cool... we were very wet and hot all at the same time... he got at me... our tongues... my cunt, his cock, our breathing, and then I grabbed at his neck and his waist pulling him tight as he fucked into me and I fucked him back... I couldn't get enough of that thick hot cock until I was finished and climaxed and was cool again and down off that low pub wall... I had gotten off... and we walked home... cum oozing down my thighs... I was so glad I could go home to an empty house, clean myself up and dream about low pub walls... and, for Johnnie and me... it was just the 'start of things.'

End of part 1.

The Pub Wall. Part 2 we got started

After that night on the pub wall I was afraid to go to work... to look Johnnie in the eyes and with all the other girls on the verge of giggles... after all, they had warned me about Johnnie... how walking me home was just getting started with him... and I knew now what was 'getting started' and all that.

But I did go to work, did look Johnnie in the eyes... he smiled and it was like he was petting my fanny! I was instantly wet and looked away... he was a naughty boy and just his look made me hot... 1 saw him kissing me against the Pub Wall, unzipping, that very thick cock, spreading me, fucking me and making me cum and cum... so I did look him in the eyes and smiled back... I know it was wrong... I was a married woman with a small child and, also, my hubby was often away from home for a long time. What is a young woman to do except... well... I did things after they got started... it was all Johnnie's fault, you know, if he hadn't befriended me, walked me home, bought me a drink at the pub, put me on the wall...fucked me...Oh God! Did he ever fuck me good and hard and made me tremble and hold him in a death's grip and want him to never leave me... and wanted it more... it was a blessing to my body... my body craved these things... so what was I to do... a power had come into my life... its name was Johnnie... thick cock, hot, Johnnie.

Johnnie's wife came to meet him after work! She made me cringe. How could she not adore and want this man... he said she didn't and I believed him... I imagined her at our pub and that no man at the bar would even look at her she was so plain... they looked at me though.

I went home by myself that night and looked at myself in the bathroom mirror... my hair and my mouth that he had devoured... took off my work clothes and stood in front of the mirror.. for the first time...admiring myself. My hubby never said I was really pretty, but Johnnie did; my hubby never devoured my mouth but Johnnie did; I was never on the pub wall with my husband or shuddered and grabbed and released like I did with Johnnie... I wanted that again... looking in the mirror at myself... my ginger bush and my ginger hair and feeling how wet I was at just the thought of his cock in me... I was a good girl but never as good or clean as when I was coming on Johnnie's thick cock when it was fucking me... I went to sleep and dreaming again of the low pub wall and 'just the start of things.' I was hoping Johnnie's wife wouldn't pick him up after work again... it was my turn next.

And so it was... more secret smiles... I thought it might happen sooner and dressed for the event. I wore a short skirt and a pretty blouse that showed me a little more than usual and I walked down the street after work, alone... just as Johnnie told me to... so there wouldn't be more whispers or giggles from the girls ib our office... he was around the corner in his little car... I jumped in and off we went... the car had bucket seats so I couldn't squeeze against him... 'damned' I thought to myself.

"Let's drive to the beach," he said, "there's a pretty spot that I know well and it's usually private at this time of year."

And so we drove and he reached for my hand... I scooted down in my seat and it was growing dark but there was a moon tonight and I began to see its reflection on the road and the trees... soon he stopped the car... we were at the edge of the sea... I could hear the waves against the shore and the moonlight shimmering in the waves... he reached and held my hand... it was so quiet and peaceful... Johnnie and I were in a special place this night after work... he kissed me... just kind of a peck on my cheek and then on my lips and then that stupid tongue inside my mouth, moving around and around and I thought what else he could do with his moving tongue. I had heard of tonguing and all but didn't know what that would feel like as my hubby was one of the old fashioned men, he just wanted missionary sex and then to sleep... covers over us and both sleeping...but Johnnie... the girls said: 'walking me home was just the start' and so it was that night at the sea... waves, moonlight, tongues and then...

"Move over here," he said.

He pulled me...my body over toward him...lifting me over to where he was opposite the wheel... so what is this all about, I thought, what is he doing? I was a bad girl, a very bad and naughty girl, this night... I dressed that morning without knickers... had felt hot and wet all day at work... hoping no one would notice... there was a man who sat opposite my desk who was always giving me the eye... and ducking under his desk to look at my legs... he was a strange fellow but even he excited young and beautiful me... I saw him duck under the desk pretending to pick up something but I knew he was looking at my legs and up my dress if he could... I opened my legs and let him look at my fanny... I was naughty but you should have seen the look on his face! I loved it... letting him look at my cunt... just the thought had made me hot and wet... and here I was with Johnnie Hot... my pet name for good old Johnnie...

Johnnie Hot and what was his next trick... I didn't have to wait long to find out... he pulled me over to him and the steering wheel but I didn't get all the way over before he stopped me and began to kiss and pet me... telling me how pretty I was and I just poured down. In my mind I saw his hands on my legs and felt them, too, moving along my thighs... "You're so incredible," he said, "and your legs are smooth."

He ran along my thighs, back and forth, and to the heart of me... petting my cunt... "Your cunt is soft and wet," he said.

It all excited me... I knew his fingers were wet with me... I wanted his cock and reached for him... he was stiff... I unzipped his pants and released his thick cock... it was moist... "You've made me wet, too," he said.

I rubbed his pre-cum all over this cock and it lifted to my touch... I was turning him on and he said dirty things to me...''You're a hot woman. You're so naughty and dirty...and I've got a surprise for you tonight... "

There was no pub wall or crickets or other things...and I waited for his surprise... I felt naughty and dirty and sexy and hot and pretty and wanted to know my surprise. I didn't wait long.

He lifted my skirt to my waist... I was completely naked below my waist and he rubbed my skin all over and moved one leg toward him... moving the other leg aside... "Sit down," he said.

But there was nowhere to sit down... I looked down... there was my seat and his seat and in between, the console and gear shift knob standing straight up... it was my surprise... "That's your surprise," he said..."Sit down."

I looked at him and didn't know what to do... he put his hands on my waist pushing me down... he kissed me again... tongues... and petting my fanny... I was so wet and the air made me cool... he pushed me down on the gear shift... Now I knew what was my surprise was... but the knob was just a thing... "Sit down on it," he said.

He urged me down, down and my lips were so wet it was easy to slip down on his this gear stick... "Sit down!"

He demanded and it was so easy... the knob spread my lips... as his thick cock had... I slid gradually down, down on the knob... it eased up into me and I was finally on the console and the knob completely inside... after Johnnie on the low pub wall it wasn't so hard to do and I was so very wet... remembering the laughter from the nurse!... that I sort of slid down around it, nuzzling inside and another kiss from Johnnie and he was feeling my breasts-.but I was still wanting... wanting that release like on the wall... this knob job wasn't doing it for me... it was just a kind of nice thing inside me and Johnnie kissing and fondling...

"Do you like your surprise," he asked and I nodded... trying to be appreciative... "Okay,

but that's not your surprise.."

I was confused now not knowing... Johnnie turned on the engine and the knob came alive, inside me, moving about, vibrating and scaring me... I tried to lift off but Johnnie held me down... his hands firm on my shoulders... I relaxed a little and let him hold me down and he was kissing me again and his hands were all over my breasts and rubbing my thighs and the engine was running... but the gear shift knob deep inside, and on which I was sitting, was vibrating on me... He kept kissing and I sat there enjoying his tongue and his hands on me and the vibrations inside and then... then... there was the surprise... my body was feeling all this... all the vibration was touching me now...it wasn't just touching my cunt but making me feel all over my cunt lips and my thighs and up and down my thighs... my knees were weak and Johnnie was whispering dirty things to me and my body was riding this thing inside setting me on fire and my ears were full... I heard the waves at the shore and closed my eyes... I couldn't see the moonlight... the light was inside me... straddling this surprising thing... I grabbed Johnnie's head and held it... hoping... hoping for his heat and saying things in his ear..."Oh... Ohhh... l'm...ohh... coming...coming.."

He revved the engine and I couldn't stand it anymore but couldn't let go and saw stars and moonlight and bells ringing in my ears... finally he turned off the engine... I was still churning inside, going, coming... trembling and on that knob which was making me purr and cum and purr some more. He was kissing and licking me... petting me... bringing me down...please bring me down... I was so gone... so wonderfully gone... needing to come down and he just held me and tears were on my face and I licked my lips and felt salty tears...the knob was gone, it was all quiet... I was gone... somewhere... Johnnie just held me... held me... thank you Johnnie for holding me... letting me come down gently... what a wonderful surprise...

End ot Part 2.

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