If you've read my previous works, you know I write based upon my personal experiences. This story is about a wife who seeks intimacy outside her marriage that eventually broadens to include her husband. This is not a story about a cuck, though there a certainly some cuck-like elements, so if that's not your thing, do us both a favor & move on.
Constructive comments are welcomed, but I don't tolerate rudeness or negative comments. That said, enjoy & 5 stars are always genuinely appreciated.
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Her husband was sitting on their couch with his slacks around his ankles. She was bent over with her hands on his thighs and her head down, sucking his dick. I was standing behind her, both hands on her hips, pulling her back into me as I slammed my cock into her...
Sid and I met through a mutual friend at the country club. The night we met, she wore a navy blue version of the classic "little black dress." There was an instant connection. Our conversation flowed easily, and we were soon laughing and enjoying each other's company.
Of course we were flirting, and I noticed the tell-tale sign of her dangling her shoe off of the toes of her foot - the classic indication that subconsciously, she was thinking about undressing, or being naked. She was wearing a leopard print blouse just sheer enough to reveal a skin-toned bra underneath. A tease of cleavage showing itself beneath her blouse.
I noticed the ring on her finger and eventually mentioned that it was too bad she was taken, to which she replied, "Ha," and waved her hand as if dismissing someone, "he can't be bothered. Besides, maybe I like being taken."
I smiled and asked her to dance. For the next two hours we danced and laughed and flirted and touched often. Casual touches. The kind used as part of the conversation - a light touch on the arm, the shoulder, the hip, the knee. Lingering just long enough.
I didn't intentionally shove my crotch at her while we danced - nor did she at me, but there were definitely a few times that we were pressed closely together and I'm sure she could feel my hardness.
As the lights came up and the bartender announced last call, we broke our dance-floor embrace and walked back to our seats, our bodies touching as we walked side-by-side.
Our attraction felt genuine - not a one-night-stand kind of thing, and I offered to walk her to her car. When we got to her car, she paused and turned to face me. I leaned over and kissed her lightly on the lips and told her I really enjoyed the evening, and I hoped our paths would cross again soon.
"That's up to you," she replied, then pulled a business card from her purse and put it in my hand. "My cell's on there. You should use it."
"I will." I said and leaned in again for another light kiss on the lips. "Drive safe, we'll chat soon." I added, turning to walk towards my car.
We shared a few text messages over the course of the week and decided to meet at the club again Friday night.
Once again, Sid showed up in the perfect little black dress - this one actually black -- just short enough to be sexy, but not so short that she would be tugging at it all night. It was cut low enough to reveal the perfect amount of cleavage and the back was open far enough down her back to leave no doubt that she wasn't wearing a bra.
I had arranged for a table that was against the wall with a bench seat on the wall side and a couple of chairs on the other side. Sid walked towards the table with a confident stride, and we embraced and kissed on the lips as she reached the table, then she moved around and sat on the bench side and I slid in next to her.
Our upper legs were touching, and I could feel the heat from her exposed leg through my slacks.
"Wow, you look stunning." I said.
"Thank you. You clean up pretty well too."
"Drink?" I asked, signaling our waitress.
"Yes. It's not on the menu, but Brian, the bartender makes a delicious frozen martini."
"She'll have one of Brian's frozen martinis and I'll have a Tito's martini, dirty with olives."
"Ok. Anything to eat?" The waitress asked.
"Not yet." Sid replied, the innuendo not lost on me or the waitress.
"I'll get those right out to you." The waitress replied with a smile as she walked towards the bar.
Sid moved her hand down onto my leg as she turned to look at me. "It's really good to see you" and we both leaned into each other for a kiss. Not noticeably long, but not just a quick peck either.
"It's really good to see you too. I'm glad you got another hall pass."
"Don't be a jerk," she said, as she raised her hand a few inches and then smacked my leg, "I invited Mac to come and meet you and he brushed me off and told me to bring you home for a nightcap."
"Oh, he did, did he?"
"Yes. And I said I just might."
"Well, that could certainly be interesting." I replied. Then, thinking there was an opportunity to explore whatever boundaries there might be, "I wouldn't want to make him jealous with all this kissing and touching..."
As she did the night we met, she replied with "Ha" and a dismissive wave of her hand.
The moment passed as our waitress returned with our drinks. We toasted and sipped and soon the music started and we danced for a while, both taking advantage of the slower tunes to be close and press ourselves into each other, so I'm sure she could feel my cock.
The evening passed quickly as we danced, laughed, and enjoyed each other's company and once again saw the lights come up and heard 'last call.'
This time, as we walked arm-in-arm through the parking lot, chatting the whole way, she looked up when I stopped, "This isn't my car."
"No, it's mine. I'm not ready to send you home yet. Join me for a nightcap?"
"Seriously, you have alcohol in your car?"
"Of course. Doesn't everyone?"
I opened the back door and held my hand out in a gesture to help her in. She looked in the backseat, raised her eyebrow, then took my hand and slid onto the seat, allowing her skirt to inch up her thigh several inches.
I closed the door, walked around, and got in the other side.
"I know right - the whole "back seat" thing..."
She laughed and made the expected comment about not spending time in a back seat since high school.
"I bet you didn't have this in the back seat in high school." As I pulled down the center armrest, opened it, displaying a nice choice of miniatures. "What's your pleasure?"
Looking at me with raised eyebrow again, "So you do this often?"
"No. Just planning ahead in case we closed the club down again but weren't ready to end the evening and I figured the back-seat cliché was less assuming than the room-at-the-no-tell-motel-down-the-street cliché."
"Do you have ice?"
"No, but I pulled everything out of my bar fridge at home and it seems like they're still cool, but I do have these." I said, pulling a couple of paper cups from the door panel.
"Cute. I'll have a Tito's neat."
"Me too. Coming right up."
"Cheers!" I said as we tapped paper cups and each took a sip.
"Can we close this?" Sid asked, tapping the armrest that was dividing the back seat.
"Sure."
