Starbucks (FF, cheat, slut)
By Tempting Fate


She was wearing a black skirt.  Not because she wanted to but because He had told her to do so.  Still, the skirt did show off her best asset, further accentuated by the strappy high heels she had also been instructed to wear.  Her blouse and bra she had selected, hoping that it would both be something He would have approved of and distinctive enough that her description of it would stand out to the person she was meeting.

She sat at a bench inside the Starbucks across from the Bellevue Mall sipping her latte and unconsciously twisting her wedding ring.  Watching.  Watching each person as they entered the door.  

Not her.  Then three men, not any of them.  Not her.

She had a general description but could not be sure she would recognize her contact.  It had taken only a couple of emails to set up the encounter and more time was spent describing herself in detail than the other way around.  He had dictated how those emails went, although He knew her so well that this exploration aroused her just like all the others had as well.

Her.  Medium height, medium build, late 30s.  Attractive in a housewife kind of way.  Staring at her and now smiling and approaching.

"Hi"

Names were quickly exchanged and the woman went to get a coffee.

This was her last chance to escape.  To get up and leave the store, get in her car, and rush back to the safety of her home.  But she knew she wouldn't.  She couldn't.  She needed His approval.  Craved it.  And besides, the whole encounter was arousing her.  She pressed her naked thighs together under her skirt, acutely feeling her moist flesh and absence of panties.

She was back.  Coffee in hand she slid into the empty seat and turned so that they were quartered towards each other.  They began to chitchat, about nothing, both nervous at this encounter.  Their knees touched and she pressed back at the contact, eliciting a warmth in her pussy.  Such a minor occurrence, two knees touching, but this crowded Starbucks with business people and shoppers all around them unaware that two married women were sharing a sexual moment only served to heighten her desires.  She felt naughty.  She felt perverted.  She wanted to please this woman, this stranger.

She smiled, took a deep breath and looked around the room causally while still speaking to her new acquaintance.  

Oh my god.

Him.

He was here.  Standing in line waiting to order a coffee, looking at her with that small smile on His face.  

"Is everything OK", she heard the woman ask, not realizing she had stopped speaking in mid-sentence.

"Umm, yes, of course.  I was just thinking about something".   She smiled and turned her focus back to the woman next to her but her mind was elsewhere.

Why was He here?  Did He know her?  Was He fucking her?  Was He going to make the two of them perform for Him?

As if by fate, the seat on the other side of the woman suddenly was vacated and He walked over and sat down.  She tried not to look but could not help herself and looked at Him only to find Him smiling at her.  The woman gave no indication that she was aware of Him at all.

After a few minutes of distracted conversation, He stood up, gathered His briefcase and paper and turned to leave.  She could not help but watch as His briefcase bumped into the woman's shoulder.

"Oh I'm sorry", he said with a smile as the woman turned to look up into his eyes.  His hand rested on her shoulder as he apologized to the woman.  He held the woman's gaze for an instant before turning and leaving the store without looking back.

Both unnerved and exhilarated by His unexpected appearance, she now progressed the conversation until she finally leaned in close, resting her hand on the bare flesh of the woman's knee.

"Should we go somewhere", she asked as she slightly stroked the inner knee in a decidedly inappropriate manner given the setting.  Barely noticeable, and yet she knew anyone looking would know that the two were not merely friends having a coffee.  The illicitness of the small touch thrilled her and she felt her pussy drool.

"We could go out to my van", was the suggestion in reply.

As she followed the woman into the strip mall parking lot in front of the Starbucks she looked at her skirt covered ass and legs, thinking to herself how she would soon be touching and licking another woman's body.

The van was of the nondescript variety preferred by electrical companies and the bad-guys in action films.  It had windows, but tinted in the back so that it was difficult for anyone to see in.

As the sliding door closed with a solid "thunk" behind them the woman turned and exclaimed "God I can't believe we're doing this".   

Together they reached and stroked arms and then each others' shoulders until they leaned in and kissed lightly.  Sucking on the woman's lower lip slightly she let her tongue slip out and caress the soft flesh.  Pulling away they looked in each other's eyes before mashing their lips back together with much more urgency.  Tongues fighting and slurping she tasted the other woman's coffee and remnants of lipstick.

She heard a deep groan and not knowing which of them made the sound, she felt a hand grasp the back of her hair.  The moan this time was decidedly hers as she swooned at the dominant act.  The woman's other hand was now groping her right tit.  Fondling it, squeezing it.  Now pulling at her blouse impatiently until finally buttons gave way and popped off, releasing her breast to further exploration.  Her tongue was being sucked as her bra was pulled slightly down and she felt fingers on her bare tit, squeezing her.  She felt her nipple being rolled between finger and thumb and as it was pulled and pinched the pain made her gasp out loud while shoving her hand against her pussy through her skirt.

She pulled away.  "What can I do for you?" she asked.  

The woman looked at her, "God you ARE a slut aren't you", was her initial reply.  "Get on the floor.  On your back".

Both women were breathing heavily now, but as she complied with the order and watched the woman take off her own blouse and bra, she could hear cars in the parking lot and people walking by.  She thought of what they were doing.  Two women.  Fucking.  In the parking lot in front of a Starbucks.  Hundreds of people within a block of them.  The thought made her drip.

She undid her own blouse so as not to lose any more buttons and sat up to undo her bra.

"Stop.  I'll do that", said the woman.  "Suck me", she said while offering a bare breast.  

The woman now kneeling between her spread thighs, she felt the hand again at the back of her head guiding her to a breast.  She sucked and licked the nipple before being moved to the other one.  She desperately wanted to shove her own fingers into her dripping pussy or rub her clit, but wasn't sure if she should, so she remained as she was, legs spread and slightly bent, tits bare, leaning forward as she sat to suck at the bare breasts of a woman she barely knew at all in the middle of a crowded parking lot, hidden only by the tinted windows of the van she was in.

Another groan, this time from the other woman and she felt herself pushed backwards onto her back.  Her erect nipples felt the coolness of the air against them as the back of her thighs were grasped just above the knee and spread roughly.  Legs pushed into the air she watched as the woman's mouth descended onto her cunt.

"God, you are sooo fucking wet".

The mouth sucked her juices, literally drinking the stringy pussy pre-cum.  The woman's tongue slid up and down her slit before plunging as far as it could into her cunthole.  Thrusting in and out like she was trying to rape the pussy the woman bent back her legs until she was at her most exposed with her knees by her ears.

She felt the tongue slide down her pussy and then lightly over her asshole, making her glad she had showered and cleaned just before leaving home.  The woman spent more time on her pussy before rimming her ass once more, this time with more emphasis.

The woman raised up, still holding her legs back with one arm while gazing at her pussy.  Now she could hear a slurping sound and realized that the woman's other hand was busy finger fucking her own pussy.  

A groan and the woman pulled her fingers free with a soft slurp.  She licked them and then offered them, an offer immediately accepted as the fingers were fully engulfed.

The taste was nice.  Slightly acrid but very nice.  The woman groaned and finger fucked herself quickly before offering them again, this time pushing them into her mouth like it was a cock to be sucked.  This excited her and she tried to take the woman's fingers into her throat but could not get them deep enough.

Once more the woman finger fucked her pussy and this time pulled them out so they both could look at the abundant moisture.  Instead of offering them for oral attention the woman rubbed her fingers all over the pussy right in front of her, mingling their pussy juices.  As she felt the fingers thrust into her pussy she realized there would be no safe sex for these two slutty moms and wives.  She wondered at the risk, wondered about whether He would make her get tested and groaned at the feeling the danger gave her.

After a bit more of this attention she was desperate to cum and happy to feel a mouth on her pussy again.  This time more attention was spent on her clit and she quickly felt the pressure build until groaning loudly she came, clutching at the woman's head with both hands.

"MMMmmmmm  tasty", the woman grinned at her.  "My turn".

Quickly switching positions the woman spread her legs and lifted them in the air.  "Lick my cunt, you slut", seeming to know that this verbal abuse only served to further inflame her passions.

She licked and sucked with vigor, spending lots of time licking the woman's clit.  As her tongue slid down the woman's body moved up, encouraging her to drop below the slit and tongue her ass.  She did, rimming and even pushing her tongue into the woman's ass as hands pulled her tight.  The nastiness of this act never failed to arouse her and her own hands sought out her pussy once again begging for attention.  Not long ago she had never cum more than once in a sexual encounter, now she could cum several times in the right situation.

Sucking on the woman's slit once more she felt the tension building in the body underneath her.  Growing more and more forceful the woman grabbed her hair with both hands and moved her face up and down her slit until she exploded in a loud orgasm.

Worn out the woman lay on her back and watched as she fingered and rubbed her own pussy, whimpering at the revived need to cum.

"Get on your back", eventually came the order.  "Spread your legs.  Now rub your pussy for me".

She complied and watched as the woman eventually spread her own legs and, still watching, rubbed her pussy to arousal once more.

The whole van smelled of pussy as the two strangers watched each other masturbate.  Finally, the woman could take it no more and climbed on top of her face, kneeling and facing such that there would obviously be no reciprocation this time.

"Lick me", came the command.  She did but the woman soon began to also grind her pussy into her face.  It hurt, it was hard to breath, but she gamely tried to keep her mouth and tongue pleasing.  Her own hands were buried between her naked thighs.

Slower this time to build to climax the woman kept exhorting with "Suck my pussy....make me cum", intermixed with "bitch", "slut" and other forms of verbal abuse.

Finally the woman's climax began in earnest and as it grew her grinding turned into riding and bouncing on her face.  Mistiming one such bounce she felt her lip smashed against pubic bone and groaned in pain, although to no avail.

The woman rode her face until the climax had ended and then rolled off her to lay gasping.

Finally the woman turned to her and said, "Wow.  That was amazing.  I really should be running though".

They had already agreed that this would be a one-time thing and the woman obviously had no desire to try and change that arrangement.  

After a quick kiss goodbye and an attempt to tidy up her clothes and clutching her blouse to her body, she exited the van and walked the short distance to her car.  As she sat in her car catching her breathe and reliving the encounter in her mind she could feel her pussy throbbing at the lack of attention.  She pulled out the vibrator she kept hidden in the side pocket of the car and 30 seconds later had a decent orgasm that would keep her until she got home.

Pulling out she looked in her rear view mirror and saw the fat lip she had received, wondering how she would explain that to her husband, and if the women at the daycare center would notice and wonder if she'd been beaten when she stopped on the way home to pick up her son.

As she drove along the I90 corridor she wished she was sucking cock with her fat lip and wondered why she had such slutty needs.


The End

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