Sue Set Free: the Men's Room

I'm in an open relationship. A bit of a hot wife, if you will, as my husband likes to hear about the things I do.

We'd driven up and met Dave's parents for a late lunch, and after that was done, he wanted to go to a bar and watch the football on TV with his friends.

I hadn't really planned to do anything wild, so I'd worn a long dress and lacy underwear. The dress is one of my favorites because it has pockets I can put my phone in, and the underwear is cute and comfortable. Sexy, but not overly so.

I wasn't really enthused about watching the football with Dave and his friends, but it's not like I wanted to go back and stay in with his parents either, so I agreed to go along. Besides, if I was lucky I could run into Bob in the bar and have some fun with him.

When we arrived, I'd looked around for Bob, but he wasn't around. Boo. We collected drinks and headed over to join his friends.

Dave had noticed me looking around. As we wound our way through the patrons, all staring at the TV, he whispered in my ear "your boyfriend not here?"

"No," I told him, "you'll have to do."

We sat there, me playing with my phone and him watching the game. Only my was leg was pressed firmly against his and my hand was stroking his cock through his jeans. I ran my fingertips around the head, then down to stroke his balls, then back up again. Gently, sliding my fingers over it to keep him turned on. I could feel the heat coming off him as I teased him, getting him more and more turned on.

I glanced at the screen to see it was approaching half time. Yay. Only what, three hours to go?

Shortly before the whistle blew, Dave leaned in to me. "Meet me in the men's room."

He got up a little awkwardly and left.

I counted to six, put my phone in my pocket then headed after him. I checked that nobody in our group was watching, and headed into the men's room. I've been in there several times, so I went straight to the disabled stall with the door closed and tapped the bottom of my wedding ring on it gently.

Dave opened the door and pretty much dragged me in, locking the door behind me.

"We only have time for a quickie," he gasped. "Bend over."

What a smooth talker he is. There must have been a reason I married him.

I went over to the toilet and bent over and closed the lid. Dave had pulled my dress up over my back while I did this, so I just supported myself on the seat and let him pull my panties down. I lifted my foot and he unhooked them, but wasn't interested in taking the time unhooking the other foot so I could take them off.

His cock was already out and hard, and he drove it into me, knocking the air out of me.

He started humping away at me and I humped back to meet him, our bodies slapping together. Based on the urgency of his thrusts, I didn't think he was going to last long.

There was a bang as the door to the men's room opened and somebody came in. I froze, and Dave slowed down a little. He was trying not to pound right against me as to make any noise.

There were a couple of them, by the sound of things. One was whistling as he went to the urinals and started pissing, loudly, and the other one came and opened the door of the stall next to us.

I still wasn't moving, and Dave held my hips, thrusting into me. Occasionally he'd slap against me, but it wasn't as hard or as loud as it had been when we had the room to ourselves. I was telling myself that the guy in the stall next to us may well not notice anything. At least, I hoped he wouldn't.

The one at the urinal finished up. I could hear him zip up, and then him washing his hands at the sink. Still whistling, he left.

Dave's pumping was getting faster by now, and he was slapping his body against mine more often. Not all the time, not even rhythmically, but a lot more than I'd like.

His grip on me tightened and I heard him let out a deep breath as his cum flooded inside me. I had originally hoped to cum myself, but having somebody taking a dump in the stall next to me sort of ruined the mood, you know?

When his cock had finished throbbing and spurting inside me, he pulled it out. He grabbed a foot or so of tissue paper off the roll and cleaned his cock up.

I stood up and turned around, my dress still bunched up under my tits, and took the new tissue paper he'd pulled off the roll for me, and started cleaning up. It was leaking out of my pussy and down my legs and I wanted to get it all before dropping my dress into it.

Dave gave me a quick kiss and headed out. I locked the door behind him as quietly as I could and listened to him washing his hands. After running the dryer for a few seconds, he left. I could picture him wiping his hands dry on his jeans.

It looked like I'd cleared up his cum, so I dropped the tissues in the pan and stepped back into my panties, pulling them up.

I was just sorting out my dress, pulling it down and smoothing it out, when there was a soft tap on the stall door.

"Sue?" he whispered, "is that you?"

I didn't know who the fuck this could be, so again I froze, not moving.

"It's me, Bob," he said.

Bob!

I went to the door and opened it, bringing him in and locking it.

"Heh," he said, taking his coat off, "I heard you fucking. Your husband?"

I nodded.

"So that was you in the next stall?"

He nodded.

"I saw you coming in here as I came in," he said.

It had been a few months since I'd last seen, OK, had sex with, him, so I gave him a hug. He hugged me back, and held on.

"Funny," I told him, "I'd kind of hoped I'd run into you tonight."

He leaned in and kissed me on the mouth. It was a little unexpected, but I just rolled with it and kissed him back.

"Your husband wasn't in here long, was he?"

"Well," I said, grinning, "in his defense I have been teasing him all night."

"Ah," he said, "I can imagine what that's like."

"I'm thinking we should keep on teasing him," I said, the gears in my head turning.

I got my phone out and gave it to him.

He pointed it at me, and I lifted the front of my dress up. I could hear the camera click noise as I took it off, hanging it on the hook on the back of the door. I posed for a few more pictures.

I stood there in my bra and panties and took the phone from him. We looked through the pictures and selected one to send to Dave.

I handed Bob the phone back, and he took pictures as I unhooked my bra. I held it over my tits for a few pictures, then I took my bra off and hung it up. I played with my tits for a few more pictures, then took the phone from him again.

He reached out with his spare hand and massaged my tits, one at a time. He bent down and sucked my nipples, swapping between them. I was getting more turned on.

He straightened up and I felt his hand stroking my bum as we looked through the pictures. I sent Dave a picture of me topless.

I gave him the phone again, and this time I took my panties off. Bob took pictures as I posed for him, then stood behind me with his cock rubbing up against me through his pants as I chose one to send to Dave.

"Just a sec," I said.

I had him hide behind the door as I opened it and walked out into the restroom. I took a couple of pictures of me in the mirror, with the urinals behind me, before scurrying back into the stall.

Bob went back to rubbing against me as I sent Dave another picture.

I put the phone down on the toilet, then went to kissing Bob as he clawed all over me. He grabbed at my tits, playing with my nipples, then pulled me into him by my bum. It felt nice to be felt up so appreciatively.

After a minute or two of this, I started untucking his shirt. He stopped pawing at me and went to work on his pants.

"Wait," I said, stopping him.

"Here," I picked up the phone again and handed it to him. "Take pictures for me."

I squatted down on my heels in front of him and reached up for his belt. I looked straight into the camera as I undid it, then the button, then pulled the zip down. I looked at the camera and licked my lips as I pulled his pants down to mid-thigh, then rubbed his cock through his underwear.

I lifted myself slightly so I could rub my face against his cock through his underpants.

"Hold up," he said.

I watched as he unbuttoned his shirt, dropping it on the floor behind him. He was still wearing his vest. I guessed he'd done that so he could see me better, and I went back to rubbing my face over his underpants.

I opened my mouth a little and slid my open lips along his shaft, going up to the tip where there was a bit of a damp patch starting to form and back down to his balls.

I pulled back and sat back on my heels. I looked back up at him and pulled his underpants down to his thighs to be with his pants. His cock fell out, bobbing around in front of my face.

I put my hands on his hips and leaned in, open mouthed, and stuck my tongue out. I licked the bottom of the head, causing him to tense up and lift his cock away from my tongue.

As he relaxed, I smiled and licked the bottom again. His cock jerked up again. This time when it came back down, I captured it in my mouth and sucked on it like a lollipop.

I ran my tongue around the head of his cock for a minute or so, then let go and stood up, holding his cock.

I worked on lifting his vest as he worked on putting his cock between my legs.

He pulled his vest off over his head, passing my phone between his hands. He dropped his vest behind him, and while leaning back, took pictures of his cock between the folds of my pussy.

He rolled his hips forwards and backwards, sliding his cock against my pussy. I could feel myself getting more turned on.

I moved back to squatting on my heels, Bob's cock trailing across my tummy and my left tit until I grabbed it to steer it back into my mouth. I could taste my juices on it when I started sucking.

I looked up at him as he took pictures, and reached down between my legs. I started running my thumb through my slit and against my clit.

Bob was moving his hips forwards and backwards, so I didn't need to bob my head. I could concentrate on getting myself off, and I could feel my excitement rising.

I wasn't really paying attention to Bob by now. My eyes were closed and I'd moved my knees together, pushing my hand more into me.

I held my breath as I started to cum, concentrating on not biting Bob. He stopped pushing his cock in and out, and just held it there until I was done.

When I started breathing again, I smiled up at Bob around his cock in my mouth and he smiled back down at me. He was still pointing the phone at me, and I could still hear it making the little shutter clicky noise from time to time.

He started gently rocking his hips back and forth again, until I enthusiastically started sucking and licking his cock again. He started thrusting faster and further, and I could taste pre-cum, so I braced myself for his orgasm.

He moaned and pushed forwards and held still. I pushed towards him, too, all the way until my face was up against him and felt his cock throbbing in my throat as he emptied his balls.

With a deep breath, Bob pulled back from me, his cock popping out of my mouth.

I stood up again and he handed me my phone. We looked at the pictures he'd taken of me and I selected one with his cock in my mouth and sent it to Dave.

We both got dressed. I kissed him on the cheek.

"I'll see you next time," I told him.

"I'll look forward to it," he replied with a smirk. I left him in the stall and went back to join Dave.