I'm in an open marriage. My husband has a girlfriend, but I have a small, but growing, harem of guys to choose from. One of the guys I haven't seen for a while, so I suggested we meet up. Darren said we could go out for lunch. And fuck, but that bit was unspoken. But understood... that's what I wanted out of the whole relationship.
In the morning, I laid out my clothes and got into the shower. When I was all clean and shaved and moisturized, I came out and got dressed. Smallish panties. Not a thong, just smallish. A front fastening bra, because Darren seems to like those. A denim skirt, to about three inches above my knees. White blouse, socks and cowboy(ish) boots.
I checked myself out in the mirror and thought I looked cute.
I went out and got in the car, heading over to Darren's house.
I was running early, but figured Darren would be happy to see me. I rang his doorbell and waited for what seemed like quite a while, and then he opened the door. He was wet, and wearing a towel. He'd just got out of the shower.
"You're early," he said, "sorry, I was just rinsing my hair when the bell rang, so it took me a bit to get to the door."
"Sorry," I said, "it was show up here or just sit at home playing on my phone. I figured I'd rather play with you."
He grinned at me, and turned to walk back to the bathroom. As soon as he turned, but before the door had shut, I grabbed his towel and pulled it off him, leaving him there naked.
"What the..."
"Hey," I said as I shut the door, "I like to see naked men as much as you like to see naked women."
He was facing me when I turned back, and did a little Mr. Universe type flexing before coming over and kissing me.
I dropped the towel on the floor.
He wrapped his hands around me as he kissed, and I reached down and collected his cock in both hands, stroking the head with one hand, and the shaft with the other.
Darren's hands worked down to my skirt, lifting the hem so he could put his hands under it. He squeezed my bum through my panties.
"So I guess we're having sex before lunch?" I asked him.
"Sure, we can do that."
He was grinning widely. He took my hand, and pulled me up the stairs to the bedroom. It was nice, watching the muscles in his naked bum flexing as we walked up the stairs.
He sat on the bed and pulled me towards him, between his knees. His hands went to the button on my skirt, and I started on the buttons on my blouse. Darren slid down the zip, then my skirt slid down to the floor.
As Darren pulled my panties down, I unclasped my bra and took it, and my blouse off, dropping them on the bed.
Darren held my left boot, and tapped the back of my left knee, and I lifted my foot out. He did the same on my right foot, leaving me in just my socks.
I pushed back on Darren's chest, and he fell back on the bed. I climbed up on the bed, putting my knees outside his hips.
Darren held his cock upright, and I lowered myself onto it.
I was over him, with about an inch of cock inside me, rocking forwards and backwards slightly, while Darren held my hips, pulling down... he really wanted me to plunge myself onto him.
Fine, I let myself down onto him, and let him set the pace as he pushed up with his hips.
I was still rocking forwards and backwards as I was lifted up and down, and managed to get into a nice rhythm. I leaned forward, initially putting my hands on his shoulders, but eventually I dropped to my elbows either side of his head so I could kiss him deeply while we rutted like teenagers.
When I could feel myself getting closer to orgasm, so I started doing my kegels to try and get Darren there around the same time.
I started to shudder while I came, and I was vaguely aware of Darren's cock throbbing as he came inside me. We both held on to each other while I calmed back down again.
When I'd caught my breath, I smiled down at Darren, then climbed off him and lay on my back next to him.
"I needed that," I told him. "I guess we don't need to go to lunch now."
"I packed a picnic," he said, "let's get cleaned up and head out."
Darren headed towards the bathroom, and I pulled my socks off. As I went to get up, I felt his cum start to leak out, so I put my hand over my pussy. I was still holding my pussy when I waddled in and joined him in the bathroom, so he ushered me into the shower first.
"Thanks," I said as I got in and turned the water on, feeling his cum start to slide down my thigh.
It was already warm, so I quickly lathered and rinsed my lower half off. When I opened the curtain, he handed me a towel. While I toweled off, he climbed in and turned the water on again.
I was dry and had the towel wrapped round my waist when he got out and grabbed the towel that he'd obviously gone and collected from the front room while I was showering.
He hung up his towel when he was dry, and reached out and took mine from me. We went back into the bedroom and got dressed... me by picking up my clothes off the bed and floor, him from clothing he had laid out on the chair.
Once we were dressed, I followed him to the kitchen, where he picked up a cooler. We headed out to his car, dumped the cooler in the back and got in the front. Darren drove to a park that wasn't that far from him, and we got out and walked through the park, past families and couples to get to the far end, close to some trees around the edge. There were a couple of guys there, fooling around.
Darren spread out a blanket and put the cooler on the edge. We sat down.
I ended up kneeling down, then sitting with my legs to the side. Darren sat at about ninety degrees to me, so he could turn and look at the park, but he'd also be able to look at the guys.
The guys kept stealing glances at me - I'd notice and look up, just to catch them as they looked away.
Darren also noticed me looking at them, and turned to see what I kept looking at. He was all smiles when he turned back to face me.
"Why don't you sit with your legs crossed?"
"Because I'm in a skirt, dumbass."
"That's kind of why I suggested it," he said with a grin.
I stood up. Staying on the blanket, I took my boots off and settled down again. I shuffled around and sat cross legged, even though it caused my skirt to rise up a little. Even though it had ridden up, it was tight across my thighs.
The only people in front of me were the guys. And the guys, at the distance they were at, would be able to see straight up my skirt. They were far enough away to not be able to make anything out though, but they were definitely paying attention now. And they weren't hiding it. And they knew I knew they were looking at me.
We ate sandwiches and drank soda and just generally chatted. Anybody behind me would have probably just thought we were having an innocent picnic.
Darren broke out in a stupid big happy grin, and reached into his cooler. He handed me a banana. A huge banana - it must have been like ten inches long.
I knew exactly what he had on his mind, and I reached out and took it from him. My admirers seemed really excited by this.
I held the banana at the end, and ran my other hand up and down it, like I was stroking a cock. After a minute or so of this, I licked my lips and unpeeled it about three quarters of the way down. I held it up to my mouth, and stuck my tongue out, licking around the unpeeled end a couple of times. I put the end in my mouth.
Staring at the guys watching me, I slid a good six inches into my mouth and held it there. They went wild, hooting and slapping at each other. A few seconds later I slid it most of the way out, then back in. I held it there again. This time when I slid it out, I took the whole thing out of my mouth, licked the end then bit off about an inch. The guys watching fell around like I'd just bitten them.
