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Gifted
By JP
Edited by PeeJ


My drinks go down easily, I need them to calm my nerves, to 
quiet my inner voice tying to talk me out of it. The music is loud and I 
feel exposed in my short revealing skirt. My husband, Ron, sits calmly 
in his corner booth, sipping his drink and watching me.

	A man comes up to the bar where I'm sitting, asking me if I 
want to dance. Should I tell him what I really want, what my observer 
wants? I answer with a nod of my head, unable to say it.

	The large dance floor is crowded but there's safety in numbers. 
The old song they're playing reminds me of another place and time. 
My body takes over and moves to the music, the alcohol warming my 
blood.

	The band slides into another song, no pause or time to be asked 
we just keep dancing. 

I become aware of my partner: he's attractive and young, and 
the kind of man most girls would be proud to be seen with. His body 
moves with energy and grace and probably is a good fuck. 'I want to 
watch you dance seductively', Ron would say.

He dances closer to me, touching me with his hands, I respond 
with the same. Our fingers meet in the middle and they interweave 
locking us together. I glance over at Ron; he smiles and raises his glass 
as if to make a toast.

Another quick change of music and I'm in his arms. The slow 
grinding music lures me into the rhythm of sex. His hands on my 
lower back are not idle, they are always moving, making little circles 
dipping down to my ass then back up and waiting for my response.

I respond in kind, only I leave them there and pull him close to 
me. There's no need to wait for his response, I can feel it pushing into 
my groin repeatedly as if we were already doing 'it.' 

My husband in the booth can see what I'm doing; my upper 
body leans back and I rub my pussy on my partners cock. He probably 
thinks he will score tonight — maybe he will, it's up to the man in the 
booth. 

If I do let him fuck me I can hear him saying now, "I fucked 
this gorgeous blond last night," bragging to his friends, but in reality, 
I'm only pretty. 

It's break time for the band and for me as well. He follows me 
back to my seat, talking shit; I think he told me his name but who 
gives a fuck. His hand finds my knee and I let it stay; it moves further 
up my leg; I don't stop him. 'I want to see them feel you up, to treat you 
like the slut you're meant to be,' Ron said as he drilled me with his 
cock the night before. 

	I look over to the booth and there's no one there, I excuse 
myself to go pee. We agreed if he wasn't there, we were to meet at the 
ladies room. When I see him there I can breathe again, what must he 
think of me? I go to him and he pushes me into a cubby where no one 
can see. He pins me against the wall, pulls out his dick, I pull my 
panties aside and he sticks it in. "Like this," he says. "Do him like 
this." He backs away and puts his cock back in his pants, I want more 
but first things first.

	My dancing friend is waiting for me, waiting to get lucky. "Just 
in time," he says. "The band is back."

	I drink my liquid courage and join him on the dance floor. He 
is up to his old tricks, touchy-touchy, feely-feely, and very predictable. 

	We move around the floor dipping and grinding and whenever 
close, we grab. They slow it down and we come together, he gropes 
my tits and I squeeze his cock. Our lips come together, our tongues 
duel like wrestlers, one tying to pin the other.

	I focus on his eyes, my left hand, the one with my wedding 
ring, is in his right. Is now the time? No not yet, a true slut would give 
others a try, test them, tease them and choose the best. Without a word, 
I let go and walk back to the bar. He walks behind me like a dog 
following its owner, waging his tail and panting. "Not now," I say. 
"Maybe later if you're still around."

	Two other men try to get me on the dance floor and I refuse, 
the third getting my attention. He doesn't come on like the others, no 
facade, no bullshit, and most of all, no corny pick-up lines. He just 
offers his hand as if he knows I will take it, and I do.

	I look to see if Ron approves of my choice, he gives thumbs 
up. 'Dance with him like your going to fuck him,' he would say if I 
could hear.

	My new partner wastes no time; his hand is on my ass before 
the end of the first song, by the end of the second mine is on his. He 
steps over to the band and yells something at the bassist; he nods yes 
and the next song is slow.

	He wraps his arms around my waist as we start to move to the 
music, I pull him in close. His breath is hot on my neck as he places 
kisses on one side and then the other. He reaches between us and 
adjusts himself so the bulge of his dick fits nicely into my crotch. I 
open my legs to let him in as we emulate sex to the slow driving beat.

	From over his shoulder I look to Ron and he makes a gesture 
with his hand, the one that gives his approval. I understand what he 
wants, to take him 'there', to that little cubby and fuck him. 'Like this, 
do him like this.'

"Follow me," I mouth, giving his cock an encouraging squeeze. 
I take his hand and pull him along walking past my first partner, then 
Ron and then straight to the cubby. I turn around and back inside 
persuading him to follow. 

Reaching under my skirt, I remove my panties and holed them 
under his nose. He takes them from me and shoves them into his 
pocket, a souvenir I suppose. I envision them hanging from his rear-
view mirror. 

He kisses me while he grabs my ass with both hands, 
massaging and pulling each cheek away from the other letting them 
slap back. I unzip his pants and reach inside; his hard member about to 
bust out of its cramped space. I set it free and it comes to rest on the 
front of my skirt leaving a wet spot from his pre-cum.

I lift up my skirt and use his dick as a lever to push him back 
enough to put the head of his penis at my slit. I wedge it between my 
lips wetting him with my juices. He pushes forward attempting to enter 
me but I have a firm grip and I'm not quite ready to cross that line.

	I remember the countless times Ron has begged me to fuck 
someone and now I am about to do it. This total stranger is going to 
stick his cock in me and I don't even want to know his name. He's just a 
toy, a dildo of sorts not to be taken seriously. 

	My vulva caresses the unfamiliar penis at my entrance, I let it 
go and it plunges deep inside me causing me to moan in pleasure. I 
hold him still for a moment grieving or possibly savoring my loss of 
innocence, I am not sure which.

	We begin to fuck slowly, both moving our hips forward and 
back meeting in the middle. My cunt makes loud sucking noises as he 
backs all the way out then shoves it in hard making me grunt. I can 
feel the small lips of my pussy stretch and they pull the tip of my clit 
into contact with his shaft. We start breathing faster and I feel him 
swell up inside me, stretching me further than I ever remember with 
Ron.

He moans and his face becomes convoluted, as if he is in 
excruciating pain. I feel the warm gush and additional lubricant of his 
ejaculate as he cums causing me to fall into the depths of my own 
orgasm. With a mind of their own, my legs and arms wrap around him 
and hold him in a steadfast grip not willing to end the erotic union.

 As our breathing slows and our body's relax we begin to fuck 
again, enjoying the afterglow of our sex. His dick begins to shrink and 
becomes flexible rather than rigid, causing it to bend instead of 
penetrate when he pushes forward. I reach down and hold his 
shriveling penis in my hand attempting to put it back in my messy hole 
but the moment has ended.

I give him a last kiss, a peck really, and ask him to meet me 
back at the bar but I won't be there; it was easier to lie than explain. I 
see him enter the men's room and I take the opportunity to leave, his 
spunk running down my thigh as I walk.


I see Ron in the back seat of the car and he leans over to unlock 
the door. A little cum leaks out of me as I sit and give him a hug. He 
wants to know everything and if I really fucked him. I place his hand 
under my skirt and tell him to check for himself. He sticks his finger in 
me making squishy noises and then leans down to kiss my thigh.

Another kiss a little higher and I open my legs wide, inviting 
him in. He sucks in my Labia lightly chewing on them; his tongue 
enters my hole and fucks me like a small cock.

When he's finished he sits up and kisses me deep and I can 
taste a hint of semen. He unsnaps his pants pushing them to the floor 
and pulls me onto his lap. He tells me how much he wants to fuck my 
used cunt and I assure him it was well fucked. I tell him how he 
shoved it in and filled me with his seed. How it was dripping down my 
leg as I left the bar.

His cock penetrates me with ease and he comments about its 
looseness. I ask him if he likes it that way and his answer was a hard 
jab with his dick. The smell of sex rises from between my legs and 
enters my nostrils setting me on fire. I fucked him back but the cum 
inside me makes it hard to feel his cock, I try to shift forward and put 
pressure on my clit but my efforts go unrewarded. I decide to wait for 
mine and concentrate on Ron. 

	"Come on Ron, fuck your slut of a wife. I was so nasty tonight; 
letting those men touch me and kiss me. I wanted them both you 
know, real bad. Would you have let me fuck both of them, because I 
would have you know?" Ron lets out a deep moan as I speak.

	"Do I feel real wet, hun, that's all his spunk you know, he filled 
me up good, squirting all his sperm inside me. Too bad I'm on the pill; 
I could have gotten knocked up for you. Would you like me to 
accidentally forget to take my pill tomorrow? Would you like that, I 
will if you want me to?" His moaning becomes louder and I can tell he 
is about to cum.

	"That's it baby, let it go. Shoot all your sperm in me, mix yours 
with his and let them fight over my womb."

 Ron stiffens underneath me as I fuck him and I feel my second 
warm gush of the night. The semen seeps out of my hole and my cunt 
makes particularly nasty noises as we thrust together.

As we slow to a stop, I hold him close to my breast and asked 
him if he likes his gift. He grabs my face with both hands and kisses 
me on the lips and thanks me.

"Happy Birthday Ron," I say as I lie back on the seats and 
spread my legs. "Now come over here and lick the icing off my cake!"

End.


I would like to take this opportunity to give a special thanks to PeeJ 
for his help and encouragement.

JP


	

	 

