Impulsive 2

I was an impulsive child. As I grew into my adult world, I felt more of a need to control. Control every aspect in my life was all too prominent. It made me tired, it made me worry, it gave me a few early wrinkles and made me gain weight.

After my children grew into their own adult lives, I began exploring ways to release that maddening need to control. It was like a whimsical step off a cliff, like the image depicted of The Fool in a deck of Tarot.

One night, I threw caution to the win and let my impulsive side shine just a bit.

I do not usually consume anything other than alcohol when I go out with anyone, things like pot, make me feel quite ill.

A friend of mine had suggested taking Delta 8 or 9 instead of drinking. On Friday night, I popped a Delta 9 gummy and hopped into my husband's car and headed downtown.

We enjoyed this bar that had a piano player inside. It is always a good time and the owner of the bar treats us like royalty.

We arrived at 9- just as the piano guy was setting up. We ordered our usual drinks and caught up with the bar tenders, we were frequent fliers at this stomping ground and they knew us by name.

An hour into our night and about 3 Moscow Mules down, I began feeling a bit flirty. On our 'night out' which was nearly once a week, I always wore something that show cased my breasts. I can't hide them. I am a BBW with DDD sized cups, you bet I like to perk them up and show them. I caught a gentleman trying to casually glance at my alabaster bussom. Each time I looked his way he acted as though he wasn't looking. I decided to just stare his way until he tried to steal another look, and within a few moments his eyes locked on mine and the look on his face was like that of a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar. I smiled and ran my finger over the crack of my cleavage, pulling the dress down to reveal my black and white laced bra. He blushed and looked away briefly, then looked back at me. My husband caught onto what was happening and put his arm around me and whispered in my ear (my eyes still locked on my peeping Tom) " He wants you." I grinned and said, "I know."

The gentleman waived his hand to the bar tender, leaned in, said something and then smiled back at me. Within a few moments, my husband and I had fresh drinks. I raised my glass to him to thank him and walked over.

I introduced myself and extended my hand. His large rough hand wrapped around mine and pulled me into him so my breasts touched him and he said, "Tom. you are fucking sexy!"

"Thank you, " I said (yelled because the music and crowd was loud). "Thank you for the drink, it was very kind."

He smiled, his blue eyes sparkled and he had a dimple on the left cheek, "Thanks for making me smile," he replied.

"Wait here a moment, " I said. I walked over to my husband who was watching from a few seats down. I wanted to clear it with him before I decided to do anything and by now, my Delta kicked in and my inhibitions were GONE.

Tom kept his eye on me while sipping his beer. As I approached, he stood fully erect, no longer slumped on the bar.

"Tom, let's go to your car, you drove right?"

He looked confused and looked at my husband who was nodding yes with a smile.

He seemed nervous before replying, "S-sure. What do you have in mind?"

I reached down to the crotch of his jeans and grabbed him, running my thumb over the mound of where I believed his cock was. He groaned and closed his tab immediately.

No words were spoken on the way to his car, which was parked around the corner up on a slight hill. He drove a white BMW with four doors. My husband walked by my side as Tom opened up the drivers side.

"Where do you want to go," he asked me.

"No where. My husband is going to stand here, (outside of the passenger's door) and I am going to sit in the passenger's seat while you sit in the drivers seat. Unzip your jeans and pull that cock out." As I said that, I could see his mound was pressing firmly against the inside seam of his zipper. I always loved seeing a man with a hard on hidden in his pants. Hidden..haha..

I felt my panties get very wet. Tom unzipped his pants, sat down in his car and put his seat back. He unlocked the doors and I climbed in. I unrolled the window so my husband could see everything.

I took Tom's hand and guided it between my legs, up my dress. He groaned as he felt my excitement.

People were starting to leave a few bars around, the laughter of a group of ladies echoed from around the corner. I looked at my husband who was visibly aroused by my unusual forwardness.

I took Tom's very hard and veiny cock into my mouth, circling the head with a stiff flick of the tip of my tongue. I like to focus on that area on the underside of the head where the V forms, flicking my tongue there back and forth quickly, as though I am tonguing a clit. Tom moaned and tilted his hips upward, thrusting his cock into my mouth, pushing the head to the back of my throat. I took it, I took it deep and tasted the salty precum.

The moment was not long lasting, it was a very impromptu gesture on my behalf and something Tom was not very accustomed to either. He thrust gently, groaning, I sucked and stroked his cock, taking it as deep as it could go until his cock got just a bit stiffer. He let out a cry, "Oh Yesssss" with a hiss as his cock pulsated and throbbed, cum spattering down my throat and as I pulled away, spattering and splooging onto his shirt and pants. I wiped my mouth with my hand, kissed his lips and said, "Thank you Tom."

I turned and walked away, never looking back. I do not know what possessed me but it was a massive turn on then and now as I write this. And to create a full picture here, my husband and I got into our car and I sucked him off until he came.