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WW in Seattle #6
(WW, wandering wife, wife watching etc.)
by Lucky man and wife
first posted March 14, 1998
OH MY! OH MY! OH MY!
Even now I have trouble believing I actually made
out in a car with someone other than my husband
and we both had climaxes. I guess I really have
crossed some boundaries into being a naughty or
wicked wife.
W Wife in Seattle Story 6
The day after our 'date' described in W wife in
Seattle 5, I sent this email to T--
"Sorry about the phone call disruption last night.
I have often thought of you, and it has
certainly made a difference. I have spent so
much time turned on by thought of you. I have
had so many orgasms in the last couple of
months.
I am really excited to dream and think about
next time we meet. A while back, the luckyman
bought an especially nice set of red lingerie for
me, and we keep saving it for a special occasion.
I have decided my next meeting with you is going
to be it. It should be a special occasion for me,
you, and the nervous luckyman husband. Just
think of how he will feel, after I have denied
his advances to increase our appetites and his
quest to please me, then I make him help me
get dressed in what he feels is this perfect vision
in red, with us both knowing another man is
going to get the first thrill of them. I can
definitely condition him to accept this.
I sure hope you are excited by this. If you
continue to be as perfectly romantic and well
behaved as you have been so far, you will get
to see, and touch and caress, and maybe even
deliver a quick kiss on every piece of this!
How turned on can we get in a parked car?
Do you think you can make me cum with your
fingers?
Do you think I can make you cum with my hands?
(after my panties are safely back on
we could unzip you and let me
fondle your exposed manhood)
Ohhh, I so much want to know I can make you cum.
That someone else is excited by me.
That I'm attractive and sexy enough.
That I have that power.
That you neeeeeed it so.
How many times have you already cum while
thinking about me?
How does this sound?
I know the luckyman is probably right in saying
that, as busy as we are, I should only do one
Wicked Wife event a month, and we have been
cheating a bit with them closer together, But
God, I am so excited at the idea of writhing
with your finger inside me, and then holding,
seeing, and rubbing your naked shaft in my
hands. How is Friday, March 13 or Saturday,
March 14 for you?
3/10.98
Shay's Lounge is at 15744 Aurora Ave. N. in
Shoreline.
I would like you to be in the lounge on Friday,
3/13/98 at 9:00 p.m. I plan to come in and meet
you after 9:00. I am planning on wearing a lacy
red top and a short skirt. I would like you to
be there when I walk in, because I don't want to
be unescorted at Shay's Lounge on the Friday
before St. Patrick's Day in this outfit.
We can have a drink and see what comes up. :-)
I'd like you to help with time. I probably
should be on my way home tomorrow night by 11:30
to midnight. So make sure we have my panties
back on so we can concentrate on you by 11:15 or so.
I'm really looking forward to tomorrow night."
That Friday evening, I started preparing for my
night out. You would not have believed the look
on my husband's face when I stepped out of the
shower and told him to go get the red damask
underwear set. He said he thought we were
saving that for something special, and I told
him this *was* special. He helped me put on the
garterbelt and stockings, and he fastened the
garters for me. When I had fastened the bra in
place, he gently kissed the tops of my breasts
and murmured about how someone else would
be kissing them tonight.
I put on a red lace tanktop and a black leather
skirt that barely covered the tops of my
stockings. My husband helped me slip on some
black pumps. I went to my vanity and applied my
makeup, including black eyeliner and red
lipstick. Then I unpinned my hair and brushed
it out into shiny red waves. I spritzed on some
Red Door perfume at my wrists, cleavage and
thighs. I pulled on a red blazer to get out of
the house relatively unnoticed.
Oh God! Here I am, a married lady terribly
excited at slipping out for a sexy tryst with
a single man. What a sexy, exciting and
powerful feeling. How wicked and 'forbidden'!
I drove out to a bar and grill we had discovered
that had a quiet, uncrowded overflow parking
lot, and parked at the far end of it. Then I
walked down to the entrance and went into the
bar. It was dark, noisy and crowded. I was
relieved when, after a few seconds of scanning
the area, I spotted T-- at a table, waiting
patiently for me.
I approached his table, and he motioned for me
to sit on the padded bench next to him. He
helped me remove my jacket and gave me a long
deep kiss as I sat down. He ran his hand up my
leg and smiled with delight when he noticed that
my sitting down had exposed my stockingtops and
garters. He ordered me a drink and another for
himself, then rejoined me, smiling and
commenting on how lovely I looked that night.
We sat for a while, drinking our drinks,
talking, and kissing and lightly petting each
other. When our drinks were gone, he asked if I
would like another, but I said I would rather he
walked me out to my car. He helped me with my
jacket, and we walked out to where my car was
parked.
As I reached into my purse for the car key, I
noticed that a car near us was occupied. When I
commented on having an audience, T-- smiled and
wondered out loud how long they would feel
comfortable watching. I unlocked the back door,
and slid inside the middle seat of our large
station wagon to the far end, making room for my
companion.
We took our jackets off and slung them over the
seat in front of us, then I slid close to him
and we kissed. He reached behind me and,
sliding his hands underneath my top, he
unfastened my bra. He slid his hands around to
my front and up, exposing my breasts. His head
dipped down and he fastened his lips on one
nipple, his fingers finding and gently pinching
the other. I moaned with pleasure and slid my
hand down to his pants and felt his erection.
He continued kissing and sucking and nibbling my
breasts and nipples for a few minutes then asked
me to sit with my back to him and lean back
across his lap. He supported me with one arm
and ran his other hand down my body and legs,
telling me how beautiful I was. He pulled my
skirt up around my waist and stroked my panties
gently, then slipped his fingers inside them,
stroking the lips of my pussy. He brought those
fingers to his nose, allowing his eyes to close
as he inhaled my scent. I sat up and removed my
panties, then turned and kissed him, slipping my
tongue into his mouth. I rubbed his hardon
through his pants, then he gently pushed me back
into his lap and slid his hand down and stroked
my labia. His fingers slid further down and
slipped inside me, eliciting a gasp from me.
He pulled his fingers out of me and found my
clit, rubbing it gently.
As I became more aroused and excited (and
vocal), he leaned over to get a close-up view of
my pussy as I bucked on his fingers. He kissed
and bit my tummy and my thighs (leaving a red
bit mark on my inner thigh), while rubbing and
stroking me. Then he urged me up on my knees
and put three fingers inside me from behind with
one hand while stroking my clit with the other.
He kept bringing me right to the brink of orgasm
and then backing off. He had me lay back across
his lap again, and while encouraging me to come,
started rubbing me harder and faster and sent me
over the edge into an orgasm. He paused for a
while then, kissing me and stroking me and
talking quietly about how much he had enjoyed
seeing me cum and how my husband was going
to fuck me when I got home. Then he started
rubbing again in earnest and made me cum a
second, and then a third time. God, was I
turned on!
After I had recovered, I sat up and pulled my
panties back on, then turned to him and
unfastened his pants and pulled them down. I
pulled his hard cock out and started to stroke
it. It was big enough that my fingers barely
fit around it. I slide my free hand down to cup
his balls and looked up to see his head thrown
back and his eyes half closed. I paused to add
some lubricant and stroked the length of his
shaft while gripping it firmly. His breath
became noisier and more shallow, and he started
talking about how he wanted to fuck me. He
asked me to kneel over him, and he reached
behind me and, pushing my panties to one side,
pushed two fingers up inside me again as he
approached his own cum. Finally, with a loud
cry, his whole body lifted up, and he shot his
semen all over my hand. He pulled me against
him then and held and kissed me for a moment
while he recovered.
I cleaned him up with a pair of my panties (for
the luckyman to smell). We got our various
items of clothing fastened back where they
belonged and got out of the car. He said good-
bye and walked off toward his car, and I got in
mine and drove off to meet my husband.
When we got home, he was eager to get me into
bed, where he licked and sucked me to another
orgasm before climbing on top of me and fucking
me until he came.
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