I want to tell you about what my husband and I did a week ago. After
discussing it for months (and incidentally getting a lot of really hot sex from
just talking about it) I finally agreed to go to this notorious pickup joint
about 50 miles away. I dressed in a thigh high red miniskirt that I had never
had the nerve to wear, and no underwear. The top wasn't see-through, but so thin
that Goosebumps showed. The final touch was a pair of 5 inch red heels. Just
putting it on knowing I was going to wear it in front of dozens of horny guys
got both my husband and me so excited that we barely got out the door. I parked
my van at the edge of the parking lot, with woods beyond. John went in early, to
scout the place. A few minutes later he came out and said, "third table from the
corner, facing the bar, if you can get it." The music was loud, with a beat, but
because this was a pick up place they were mostly slow numbers. I was so nervous
when I walked in, but really excited too. I saw John at the bar, but pretended
not to notice him. The table he'd mentioned was empty so I sat at it. The
waitress had just taken my order for a drink when the music started. It was a
slow number, and an attractive man asked me to dance. We pressed against each
other, and I felt his cock rising. It gave me a sexy wanton feeling to rub
against his erection while my husband watched. The next dance I had with John. I
asked him, "why that particular table?" He answered, "At that table I can see
what's going on below the table, but no one else in the bar can. You can get as
nasty as you want, and your pick-up and I are the only ones who'll know." The
next dance, was with a stranger. I got bolder. I asked him to put his hands on
my butt and pull me tight to him. I pressed my breasts to his chest, and rubbed
against him. In another place that would have been tacky, but here it was just a
little wilder than the action around us. By the time the dance was finished my
pussy was wet and sticky and my nipples were hard little mountains. It was a
cinch to get him back to my table. Back at the table, he started to introduce
himself. I stopped him. "We're two people who just met and are enjoying each
other's company" I said. "Let's leave it at that." I picked up my drink and took
a long pull at it. Then I turned toward my 'Date', and brushed my chest against
his bare arm. With the top I was wearing, it was as if I had brushed my bare
nipple against him. He recognized this as a go ahead, and dropped his hand to
caress my thigh. I let his hand stay a moment before I put my hand on his. His
look at that moment was priceless, wondering how he had blown it. I held his
hand there a moment, enjoying tormenting him, before I moved his hand up my
thigh to my pussy. When he felt pubic hair instead of panties he figured he had
a sure thing. I spread my thighs and his hand moved to my slit. When he felt how
wet I was, he knew. I glanced over at my husband to see how he was taking the
action. He was acting like he didn't see, but I could tell his eyes were bulging
out. From his look, that wasn't his only bulge. And thinking of bulges, I moved
my hand to my date's pants, caressing his erection gently before unzipping him
and moving my hand inside pants and underpants to clasp his hot prick. In the
meantime his fingers worked up and down my slit, sending surges of pleasure
through me. My fingers moved to his cockhead, and felt the dribble of precum.
His fingers were massaging my clit. A little more action like that and we'd both
cum. We had to leave. "Let's go somewhere more private" I croaked. As we got up,
I saw my husband leaving ahead of us. As soon as we got to the side of the van
away from the bar we kissed passionately. When the kiss ended, Joe pulled my top
down, freeing my breasts. His hand moved to the hard hills of my nipples. He
squeezed them, sending shocks of pleasure down to my pussy. Then his lips
covered one nipple and his tongue flicked the tip. His free hand went down to my
hem, and lifted it up past my hips. The hand moved down again, to the sopping
flesh between my pussy lips. I moved my legs wider, giving him easier access to
my sex. I was intensely aware of the lewd scene I made. In a place where anyone
could be watching, my breasts were exposed, my dress lifted up, and a stranger's
fingers pleasuring my private parts. In fact, I knew that my husband was
watching. But, the very wantonness of my actions only excited me more. My hand
went to his waist, and first his pants, then his underpants fell to his ankles.
His stiff cock sprang free, and my fingers wrapped around it. At the same time,
his fingers moved lower, and pushed into my tunnel until finally he had three
fingers inside me and his thumb rubbing my clit. As my fingers moved from base
to tip of his cock, I looked down startled. It was a monster. Two and a half
inches wide, fully 10 inches long. My pussy squeezed as I thought of taking it
all inside me. Then he moved closer. Even though I was wearing my 5" heels, his
cock still reached to my belly button. He moved down, crouching until his
cock-head nudged my hole. Slowly he straightened. His thick sausage stretched my
cunt as he moved deeper and deeper into me. At last his pubic bone mashed
against my clit. "Oh god, I'm stuffed, and feels sooo good!" I gasped. Slowly he
withdrew until only the head was in me. Then he slammed his cock in me. "Yessss!"
I hissed. "That's how I like it. Give it to me hard!" A few savage strokes
later, I stiffened. "Jesus, I'm cumming." I moaned. OH YES!, YES." Even after I
exploded in orgasm he continued. My orgasm was ebbing when he rammed his cock
into me a final time and stiffened. New waves of pleasure broke over me as he
blasted load after load of cream deep into my belly. Finally, his cock slipped
out of me. He pulled on his pants, then tried to get me to take him home, go to
his place, go with him to a motel. Finally I convinced him that what had just
happened was the peak experience and that we should part with that memory. As he
headed back to the bar, I remained leaning against the van, his jism drooling
from my cunt. I watched my husband step from the shadows. Even though it was his
idea, I was nervous. How would he take it? He opened the side door of the van
and abruptly told me to get in. He closed the van door and dropped pants and
underpants to the floor. His cock jutted out stiffly. I wrapped my fingers
around his iron stiff shaft, and watched the precum drool from the head. "That
was so slutty." he said. "Now, I want you to be just as slutty with me." "Oh
yes!" I said. "I want you to pound your rod into me until you shoot your sperm
deep into my cunt." Incredibly I was horny again, even hornier than I had been
when my cunt was full of a strangers cock. Before I'd finished speaking, his
cock was inside me. He pounded savagely into me, just what I needed. In a bit, I
was moaning and squirming against him. He kept pounding me, and reached down to
tug my clit. That did it! My cunt spasmed around his cock. I gasped, "I'm
cumming! Spray me with your hot cream! I want your cum in with my lover's." That
set him off! His hot juice filled my already sloppy tunnel. His fingers pinched
my clit again. Together, the sensations intensified my climax. For a bit, the
pleasure was so overwhelming it was almost painful. Well, that's how our first
experience in sharing worked out. The way we both feel, it won't be our last!
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