Curtis and Dana and a Breeze
Role play.... It can sometimes be fun
Curtis and Dana Spalding were safely tucked into the front seats of their huge Lincoln SUV as the monster of a car pulled out from under the protection of the hotel valet. The normally bustling of a hustling Miami High-rise and very luxurious Hotel, was abnormally quiet. When the Valet closed the door to the car behind Dana, he couldn't help but notice the back of her dress. The dress was slightly askew. Add to this, a perfectly timed South Florida breeze; Dana's dress revealed slightly more naked flesh than should be allowed by a lady leaving such a fine Hotel. He was surprised and very, very pleased that the view she was sharing, she was sharing with him.
It was starting to rain just as the final door latch snapped. The water from the clouds went from drizzle to turd-floating status almost instantly. Curtis quickly turned the windshield wipers to the highest setting. His heart was beating so fast, the first time he reached for the wipers, he missed. He realized he had to slow down to get his out-of-control emotions under control. That would be no easy task.
Tonight's events were all new to Curtis. He and his wife had never discussed what might happen on one of their "date" nights. but this was the first time they had gone this far. Up till tonight it had been role play.... role play... role play; never what happened tonight.
Curtis and Dana have been married for just over fifteen years. He is an executive at an aero-space firm. And Dana claimed to be a working wife till she got tired of all the men in the office "accidentally" bumping into her chest.
No, her boobs were not natural. When they got married, she told Curtis she wanted bigger boobs, so he bought them for her. Little did she realize at the time they would be such a draw to men, unfortunately or fortunately for her, her husband had the attitude of who cares? (We all know how flaky those rocket scientist are.)
But her tits are of little importance to the story. (maybe).
Curtis and his wife had found their marriage lacked any zip... jazz... pazazz.... passion, or excitement, but most of all ..... satisfaction. In fact, it lacked a lot of sex too. So, a friend of Dana's had suggested a little "role play." Her friend swore it brought new thrills and excitement to her sex life; maybe it would help Curtis and Dana.
Dana was all for it, but Curtis was a little behind the times; he soon fell in line (rocket scientists are strange bed fellas). The first night it could best be described as a cluster-fuck. Neither knew what they were doing and when a guy made a pass at Dana she politely (if you can call it that), slapped his face. Later, as they were driving home, and Curtis was still laughing his ass off, Dana said she was sorry.
Now why would she be sorry? Isn't that the way women are supposed to act when a man walks up to her and says she has nice tits; at least it happens like that back home in another state (which shall remain nameless). At first Dana just smiled, but when he grabbed a handful, and holy cow .... she couldn't resist.
What she thought was going to happen; ... her husband was supposed to come to her rescue and take her home to fuck her brains out?
It took a few attempts, and they got the game down right. Dana would signal Curtis that everything was all right, and she would visit with these poor suckers and play them along. Occasionally she would even dance with one of them, but that was a rarity. Sometimes they would even sneak in a kiss or two. But she thought a kiss, in keeping with the spirit of the game, it was okay just to keep them interested. These are the nights the sex at home with Curtis was especially exciting. They would talk about, what if this?.... what if that?....would you be?....would I be?... As strange as it may seem, they never really answered those questions. You know it was constantly bubbling and brewing in the backs of their minds, but nothing ever happened; that is until tonight.
Let's see how we got to this point before we burn down the house.
One night Dana asked Curtis if he was upset when she let one of her studs (that's what she called the guys that hit on her), kissed her?
Curtis didn't hesitate. "No.... it was kind if a turn-on to see you slobbering on each other."
"Yeah... but, do you remember how jealous you were when we were dating?" Dana asked. "I've grown older and wiser, and I understand that life is to be lived for each of us and not for me or anyone in particular." Thoughtfully, Curtis added, "We didn't die the day we came home from our honeymoon?"
Dana never fully grasped what he was saying as his words danced in her now euphoric mind. It was when the car pulled clear of the hotel, did the events of the evening allow any clarity.
Rain... buckets of rain thrashed against the car.
Dana's ass-cheeks barely touched the leather seat when she began..... "Curtis.... Curtis..... What the fuck just happened? Did we do it....? did we fall over the line....?"
"I think you did more than fall." A sense of certainty filled the void between the words of her husband. "If you ask me, I think you took a full running jump and landed square on that poor man cock."
"Oh, Curtis baby, you're not going to through me away because of tonight?" During the few fleeting seconds it took to say those words, Dana grabbed the crotch of Curtis' pants.
Screaming bloody murder.... You're wet! Your pants are wet."
"I only came twice. And each time it was harder than the one before." Curtis said, with a broad grin.
"Baby, you mean you came in your pants while I was fucking that kid?"
"We need to get your eyes checked; he was no kid."
"Oh, baby, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to let it get out of hand." Dana was now using her voice to soothe the savage breast of her man.... Helped along with fingers manipulating the moist but not completely soft phallus in her husband's wet and chilling britches.
Before Curtis could stop his wife, she brazenly pushed her head between his legs and began her search to get his cock in her mouth. "Ah... Suckcess!!!!!!!!
"Dana..... Dana.....Dana you can't do that.......Not while I'm driving." He pulled at his wife's head.
"Then find a dark place. I want to get all the cum you have left." She reluctantly lifted her head from his lap.
Struggling and grunting to add texture to her staining, Dana finally slipped her well-used and thin body into the backseat of the SUV.
Curtis was having a hard time seeing very far in front of the car because of all the rain, but he finally spotted a parking lot with lots of trees; he pulled in and set the brake. Afterall, this must be that hurricane they were all talking about. Anyway, when he had done a quick inspection of the situation, It was now time to get his tool polished.
Curtis pushed and grunted away any remnant of clothing; just a white naked body in a SUV. His body, free of any clothing, he wedged his way through the gap between the seats.
