Eaten Out While Eating Out

Eaten Out While Eating Out

I was too enamored with what was happening under the table to reflect on the outrageous situation in which I found myself. One of my husband's friends was eating my pussy while I was kissing and playing with the cock of another friend. My husband watched from across our booth in a local club. The man sucking on my cunt was named Kevin. I'd known him for years, but never had sex with him. He was good at what he was doing and getting my pussy eaten is probably my favorite thing in the whole world. His tongue was flicking over my very sensitive flesh making my pussy gush my lady cum. While he was doing that, I had my hand on the large and very hard black cock of another friend, Jefferson. It was shiny with my saliva and I knew I was going to have it inside me before too long. We were kissing passionately while my husband Lou watched intently.

The evening had started innocently enough. My husband, Lou and I were entertaining two of his old Navy buddies, Kevin and Jefferson. We'd known them for years. They were both married, but were on their own when they stopped in for a visit. They both lived in Virginia and were driving through Columbus on their way to their college reunion in Missouri. They'd left their wives behind. We hadn't seen them for a few years. Careers, family and our hectic lives had dampened our previously frequent exchange visits. They were both fathers of two kids. Lou and I had one child ourselves and were planning on more. In fact, I was newly pregnant, having just confirmed the news a few days before.

We were hosting our two friends who would stay at our house for the night. They would be leaving in the morning. We went out to dinner at a local club that Lou belonged to. Being a private club, things could occasionally get pretty wild. We'd been to parties where women had stripped and we'd seen couples having sex in the booths.

Throughout dinner, we had all enjoyed reminiscing about previous times. While stationed together in the Navy, we had done many things. We'd taken some trips and had partied together many times. Jeff, Kevin and their wives were a couple of years older than Lou and I and already had children when we were stationed with them. Lou had gotten out of the Navy after his obligation was completed as had Kevin. Jefferson remained in the service and was doing well, being promoted a number of times while getting assignments of increased importance.

We were laughing about some of our previous adventures and there was some mild flirting as we remembered some of the things we had done.

We recalled one evening when Lou and I had gotten naked and screwed in one of two double beds in a motel room while Jefferson and his wife Keisha did the same in the next bed. He and Keisha were African-American. I'd heard the rumors about black men having bigger dicks and caught just a glimpse of Jefferson's black dick when he went to the bathroom. Lou was more interested in Keisha's thin, shapely brown body. Her dark-haired pussy was of particular interest to him; it contrasted with my blonde bush. I know Jefferson had seen my pussy when Lou deliberately uncovered me in the morning while I was still asleep. In return, my husband was treated to a view of Keisha's nude body. She was lying on her back with her legs apart. Like me, she was waking up and realized what was happening. I kept my eyes closed, knowing that Jefferson was examining my naked body while my husband stood by. I should've been pissed at Lou, and I was, but I was also aroused at being exposed like that to Jefferson.

I remember chiding him later, "You asshole, you let your friend look at me naked."

He said, "I owed him after he had shown me Keisha."

"That's some weird logic, typical male bullshit." Then I asked, "Did he have his cock out while he looked at me.

Lou said, "Well, he was in his underwear."

"Did he have a hard-on from looking at me."

"I didn't notice. I was looking at his face while he looked at you."

I said, "I'd like to see his cock better. I've heard about black dicks being bigger." Then I added, "And better."

He just looked at me, a bit shocked that I was interested in another man's cock. But it served him right.

I had been left wondering what Jefferson's cock looked like when it was fully erect.

We had visited Kevin and his wife Marie a few years ago and there was a good bit of flirting with them. That night, Marie and I ended up in the arms of the other's husband in their living room. We'd had a good bit to drink and found ourselves necking with the other spouse. Kevin and I were on a recliner while Lou and Marie were on the couch.

Kevin was a good kisser and we were passionately enjoying each other. Kevin was very nice and the opportunity to exchange tongues with him was really arousing. Kevin took his time and after a while, had my shirt unbuttoned and my bra undone so he could access my tits. Having his hands rub over my extremely sensitive nipples was really hot. I felt the heat in my crotch and felt Kevin's dick pressing against my belly. When he put his mouth on my breasts, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment.

I remember looking at my husband, to see what he and Marie were doing. He had his hand down the front of her pants and was fingering her pussy. I was scared by what was happening, not sure how far I wanted things to go, so when Kevin got up to go to the bathroom, it broke the spell. We didn't resume our activities that evening, but we all had retained fond memories and a desire to do it again.

As we drove home that night, I asked my husband, "If we hadn't stopped, would you have fucked Marie?"

He was honest when he said, "I don't know, but once my dick takes over my thinking, I probably would have."

I asked, "Were your fingers inside her pussy?"

"Yes. She was hot and wet. I think she would've let me fuck her."

I said, "I'd like to see you do her."

He said, "Maybe next time we see them."

I laughed and asked, "How would you like to watch Kevin fuck me?"

I knew it was one of Lou's fantasies, to watch me with another man. We'd made up stories, read erotica and watched movies with a theme of married women swapping or just fucking other men.

Lou said, "It's something we've imagined, but I don't know if I'd ever want you to do it."

I said, "If you fuck Marie, it would only be fair for Kevin to fuck me."

Lou asked me, "Would you like that?"

I said, "I'd like if you were watching."

He was driving. I reached over and felt his hard prick through his pants.

I said, "That makes you hot, thinking of one of your friends fucking me."

He just looked at me as I unzipped him and pulled his cock out of his pants. I stroked his love handle while continuing to tease him.

I said, "I felt Kevin's cock. He was pressing it against me, rubbing it in my crotch. He has a big dick."

He just said, "Are you looking for a bigger cock?"

I said, "Maybe." Then I said, "I'd like to see Jefferson's cock. I'll bet he has a big one."

Lou asked, "Is it one of your dreams to be fucked by a big black cock?"

I said, "I think every girl dreams of having a big prick stuffed into their cunt."

He was about to reply when I leaned over and took his cock in my mouth. He had trouble concentrating on his driving. Fortunately, the highway was not crowded. I sucked him for a while, but he was a bit distracted by his driving and didn't come.

I was rewarded when we got to our motel that night. We role-played. I told Lou I was imagining his friend Kevin fucking my pussy. When he suggested that I imagine that Jefferson was screwing me, we both came. As we recovered, lying together in the bed, we both realized that we had just imagined something previously unimaginable. We both went to sleep with thoughts of erotic adventures on our minds.

When we recently had heard that Kevin and Jeff were coming to visit, Lou and I exchanged some teasing about scenarios that focused on me fooling around with his friends.

I asked him, "What would you say if one of your friends wanted to fuck your wife?"

"I don't know. Would you want them to?"

I thought for a minute and coyly said, "Maybe. You'd like to watch, wouldn't you?"

He didn't answer, but I knew what he was thinking. His dick was hard. I went down on him and made him come in my mouth, something he only did when he was really aroused.

So, when Kevin and Jefferson arrived and we went out to dinner, I was aroused before we even got in the car. I also had found that since I'd become pregnant that I was more sensitive to arousal and really reacted much more intensely when Lou and I had sex.

I rode in the back seat with Kevin and I knew he had his eyes on my legs. I was wearing a short black skirt with a slit on one side and had nylons on my legs. I look pretty sexy when I dress like that. I also wore a sleeveless black blouse with a sexy set of black lingerie underneath. The pale skin on my legs, arms and chest contrasted with my all-black outfit. The top few buttons on my blouse were undone, so I presented a nice view of my white cleavage against the black bra. My tits jiggled as I moved about. I felt Jefferson eyes on my ass as I got into the back seat and they all saw my thighs under my short skirt when I got out of the car.

When Jefferson commented on my all-black outfit, I said, "I like black things." He smiled.

We had a delightful time and they plied me with a lot of wine through dinner. We reminisced about the time we'd slept in opposite beds from Jefferson and Keisha. I mentioned that I had seen his bare butt.

Jefferson said, "I saw more than your butt."

While my husband watched me talk dirty with his friend, I asked Jeff, "Did you like what you saw?"

He smiled and asked, "Do you still leave your bush unshaved?" It was so unusual to be talking with a man about whether I shaved my pussy.

I said, "Yeah. Lou likes the wild look."

Kevin said, "I'm jealous, I've never seen your pussy."

I said, "Really, you never had a peek?"

He said "No. I remember sucking your tits that time, but we stopped before I could get in your pants."

I laughed and said, "Eat your heart out."

He quipped, "I'd like to eat something else out."

I just smiled at him.

Kevin continued to whine, "It wasn't fair. Lou had his hand in Marie's pants. She told me how he diddled her pussy. It doesn't seem fair that I haven't had the same opportunity."

I said, "Well, maybe someday, if you're a good boy."

Kevin groaned and I smiled at him suggestively.

Jefferson shifted the subject a bit when he asked, "Have you guys ever swapped with anyone?"

My husband Lou said, "No. We've thought about it, but have never had the guts to do anything. How about you guys?"

Jefferson and Kevin looked at each other. Kevin spoke first. "We've swapped."

Jefferson nodded in confirmation.

I was a bit surprised and asked, "You've both screwed Marie and Keisha?"

Jefferson nodded again. "Yeah. We've done it a few times."

Lou asked, "I don't know how I would react to that. Were you jealous?"

Kevin said, "No. We're secure enough in our marriages to not be worried about that. We just like to have a good time. It's more the wives' idea."

I looked at them in wonder. I giggled and asked Jefferson, "Does Marie like your big black cock?"

He laughed and said, "She sure does, but to be honest, Kevin has a bigger dick than me."

I asked, "Did you have a dick measuring contest?"

They both laughed. Kevin said, "They actually had us stand beside each other and measured."

I thought about that. I had glimpsed Jefferson's dick and had felt Kevin's pressed into my crotch. It occurred to me that they were both about the same size. Thinking about other men's cocks aroused me. I imagined them naked and erect, wanting me.

We finished our dinner and continued to drink and nibble on left overs. It wasn't long before they were nibbling on me. The club was crowded with a basketball playoff game in progress on the big-screen TV. We were in a booth in the back corner. We bought another pitcher of beer for them and a carafe of wine for me and continued our conversation. I was sitting beside Lou, with Kevin opposite me and Jeff on the outboard seat. The bar was dark and there was a large area of unoccupied tables between us and the bar. After the game, the place cleared out and we were almost alone. Those who remained were watching another game. It was after midnight.

My husband had had plenty to drink and felt amorous. The talk of swapping and sex with the other wives had Cal's motor running. He'd had his arm around me all through dinner, rubbing my bare shoulder and sneaking his fingers in the arm hole of my blouse, caressing the top of my breast. He alternated between my breast and running his hand along the smooth nylons on my leg. He kept trying to get higher, but I held him off. With a belly full of wine (and dinner) I was in a very amorous mood too and my breasts were particularly sensitive. He kissed me, unconcerned that our friends were watching.

It was one of those times where things seemed to just happen, like they were predetermined, with events flowing from one phase to another automatically.

My husband had been slowly undoing the buttons on my blouse, exposing the creamy flesh on my chest which contrasted with the black blouse and bra. The other two men could see quite a bit. The bar was no longer crowded and we were in a dark corner. Other couples were talking quietly, some were necking; the club was permissive about such things. Nobody seemed to notice us. Lou slid his hand onto my back and deftly unhooked my bra through my shirt. With my blouse half-undone, the other two men could see my boobs jiggle with each movement of my arms. Lou soon had his hand under my blouse, reaching up and holding my right breast in his hand. We were kissing and he was pulling the strap of my bra down my arm. I let him do it. It was a common maneuver of his to get me braless under my blouse. He'd done it many times before.

I was highly aroused, but my bladder was aching for relief. I had to go. Before I could slide out of the booth, Lou had removed my bra. My boobs bounced and jiggled as I moved. The contrast with the partially buttoned black blouse was striking. Our friends had a nice view of my breasts as I slid out of the booth. They probably could see one of my nipples.

I looked around the bar as I made my way to the ladies' room. Those remaining were focused on their individual group or partner. I noticed a few men checking out my leg through the slit in my skirt and my ass as I walked by, but for the most part, nobody noticed me. With my dark skirt and blouse contrasting with my pale skin, accented by the sparkle of my earrings and my wedding rings, I thought I looked hot. My man had turned me on and I felt the warmth in my crotch.

I entered the stall and quickly peed. As I wiped my pussy, I lingered a bit longer than necessary. A tingle had shot through me when my fingers touched my clit. I pressed my finger against it. Then, I pushed my panties down below my knees. I continued to diddle myself. I'd done that at home fairly often. When Lou was at work and the kid was napping, I would sometimes lose myself in an daydream. My fingers would dance over my soft flesh and I would often reach orgasm, thinking about some erotic scenario, usually where I was getting screwed by some man in a Hallmark mystery movie.

It was so daring to be fingering myself in the restroom with a few other women all around me in the adjacent stalls and talking as they came and went. I pushed, my panties down further and lifted my one foot free. Now, I could spread my legs far apart, exposing my cunt to the air and the stimulation of my fingers. Perhaps the woman in the adjacent stall could tell what I was doing. The risk added to my arousal. I was close to coming, but held off, wanting to maintain the sexual high I was experiencing. I took my blouse off, unbuttoning the final few buttons. I hung it on the hook on the stall door. I removed my panties. Then, I unbuttoned my skirt and hung it on the door. I was naked except for my stockings and shoes. My fingers traced over my breasts, down my stomach, through my pubic hair, then into my slit, finding the wetness and heat. I wanted to get myself off, but had to get back to the table. Reluctantly, I put my skirt and blouse on, but not my panties. I put them in my little purse.

I walked back into the bar. It always thrills me when I go without panties in public. I think others can tell if they observe my skirt closely. Lou always pays attention to me out of a mix of voyeurism and protectiveness. Feeling the cool air blowing up my legs and the thought that with just a look up my slit skirt, someone would see my pussy, was exhilarating.

I approached our booth. My husband got out to let me get seated and I was surprised when he changed positions with Jefferson, who slid in beside me. Kevin was across and Lou was on the outboard seat. They had a nice view of my legs up to my thighs when I slid across the seat. I wasn't in a hurry to put my legs together.

I was immediately turned-on by the possibility of what was about to happen. Lou didn't realize that I had just shed my panties.

Lou and Kevin were talking with an eye on the television. After a few minutes of talking, Jefferson put his arm around me and turned me toward him, gauging to see if I was receptive. I was. He undid another button. My entire cleavage was exposed, with only the flaps of my blouse covering my nipples. Jefferson leaned in and kissed me. I kissed back with my husband and Kevin watching. I decided to give Lou a show. I put my arms around Jeff's neck and kissed him with an open mouth and a probing tongue. I had never kissed Jefferson like this before. He was new and exciting. I liked his passion and the taste of him mouth. His scent was different and his physique was different from Lou. He had broader shoulders and a muscular back. The more we kissed, the more passionate we became. I was really aroused.

Jefferson's hand slid into the gap of my blouse and found a bare tit. He undid another button. Leaving only three in place. He had full access to both of my breasts. I turned toward him. He lowered his face and groveled in my chest for a while, taking my nipples in his mouth and pressing his face into my soft flesh. I rubbed the unfamiliar hair on his head while looking at Lou. Jefferson undid two more buttons, leaving only one fastened. He pulled the blouse off my shoulders. I was essentially topless. Both of my tits were exposed. I looked around to make sure nobody could see me beyond our booth.

I looked at my husband while his friend nuzzled my tits. Lou's expression was like he was in a trance. His hand was below the table. I wondered if he was rubbing his dick. I resolved to continue to give him more of a show.

Jefferson, being bigger than me, shielded me from being seen beyond the confines of our booth. He pulled my blouse off completely and caressed my naked white skin with his dark hands. His fingers caressed my back and shoulders, then my breasts and my sides. I was getting more and more aroused. I was a willingly participating in the coupling with our friend. Feeling his strong, unfamiliar hands on my sensitive skin was wonderful. I pulled his face up and kissed him while his one hand reached down to my leg.

Of course, he moved his hand down onto my thigh, feeling the nylon stocking just above my knee. He was going to be in for a surprise when he reached my pussy. I smiled to myself, anticipating his reaction. Slowly his hand stroked, going farther toward my juicy honeypot.

Now his fingers were on the soft bare flesh above my stockings, at the top of my inner thighs, inches from my naked pussy. His hand travelled the final inches and touched my blonde pubic patch. Jefferson was surprised and smiled at me, before kissing me even more robustly. His tongue was in my mouth and his big fingers explored my feminine anatomy. His fingers slid easily into my slippery slit. I was very wet and his touch was like magic. He played with my clit and probed to find the opening to my vagina. I held his head against my chest and looked at Lou. His friend was groveling in my tits with his fingers in my pussy.