Girls Night Out Ch 2 2

For anyone that needs some background information, you should probably read my first manuscript, Girls Night Out, Part 1. My husband encouraged me to write this, a description of my first extramarital encounter, that started a new lifestyle for us. It does not deal at all with violence, humiliation, or human degradation; it is more of a synopsis of how one woman (me) blossomed into a real sexual being. It is a 'blow by blow' description (giggle) of a discovered passion. I have read of other women (on internet chat rooms, web pages, and by email) enjoying the same feelings and pleasures. Perhaps it's 'a woman thing', but I am as turned on by my feelings and changes to my way of thinking as much as the sex itself. I hope some of you enjoy this- we do!

At my first 'Full Monty Party', I was more turned-on in my two and a half hours there as much as all of my married years combined. I had witnessed 3 blowjobs (something I never enjoyed, and had not done for hubby in the last 16 years), and more astonishing to me, a hunger for men and their cocks that I NEVER had before. Although I was a drooling, horny observer only, that was about to change. John, an incredibly well built black man was the object of my lust. We just watched Cindy, the future bride in whose honor the party was organized, enjoy her first real blowjob. My excitement had peaked so many times in the last hour that I probably would orgasm by just taking a leak.

John's naked and erect penis was pressing against my back as he hugged me from behind. I had lost all control and most inhibitions by now. I wanted him, and he knew it. I wasn't comfortable with everyone watching us, as we pressed against each other, so I turned around to whisper to him.

When I saw his stone solid cock standing straight towards me, I got weak in the knees. I felt like I had won the lottery, like a small girl again on Christmas morning, and weirdest of all, like an exotic slut. It took me a moment to remember what I wanted to say- my gaze was on this gorgeous manflesh. He then hugged me again, this time from the front, and I felt that glory pole against my abdomen. I hugged back, and felt his smooth warm skin. I was a different woman now, and I grabbed his solid ass, pulling it against me.

I then noticed Barb, Jan, Shirley, and Cindy all looking at us. Reality hit, and I did not want to share this moment with anyone else (I also had a small amount of 'guilt' inside- you cannot ignore over 40 years of brainwashing and prudity). It is then I whispered to John 'I want you so bad, but not here, in front of everyone. Can we go somewhere?' John hugged tighter and said 'Sure baby, why don't we go in the bedroom.' I thought that would look too obvious, so I answered 'How about going to the large bathroom, and I will meet you there in 10 minutes.' John patted my butt and said that would be fine. He gave me a kiss on the cheek, and left with his swaying flag pole at full mast.

When the other women saw this, they teased me. I told them it was a fun evening, but it was getting late and I had a class in the morning. In fact, a couple more ladies had left. I was told Heather was in the bedroom with Dan, and in a corner, Marsha, one of the older ladies, was on her knees giving Mike a blowjob. 'This is her first dick in almost 20 years. Look at her go!' Jan said. With that, they walked over to Marsha to watch. Jan reached out to hold Greg's dick, and started to stroke it as they stood there. I was sure she was about to go another round, when my pounding heart counted down my own rendevous with destiny. I straightened my jacket, and noticed a slick streak on the front. Sweet John was excited too- I left his per-cum where it was as a token of his appreciation.

As I waited those last few minutes, I started to have doubts, and certainly fears. All of the reasons I should not do this- my family, my career, my Catholic upbringing, and the years of condemning this kind of behavior. Would giving into lust be worth it? I knocked on the bathroom door, and entered, ready to tell John I couldn't go through with this.

He was smiling, standing in the shower drying off. His magnificent penis was semi-erect, and he said 'I hope you don't mind, but one of the ladies spilled her drink on me and I was really sticky.' He acted so natural, so sure of the situation, of him being buck naked with a partial hard-on, and me in my $350 business suit with semen stains on it. I began, 'John, I don't think this is a good idea. I'm married, have a great daughter, a good career....', that is when he interrupted and said 'It's ok. I respect that- I really do. I could tell right away that you are a lady. I thought that maybe I could give you a good time, but hey, its cool if you are tight with your old man.'

Old man, I thought. That's the truth. Mark treats our marriage as if we are in our 70's. He had affairs, and it killed whatever romantic or sexual feelings I had for him. And just look: a young man with a body and cock like an Adonis, and I'm saving myself for his semihard 5 inch pecker hidden under a beer belly? My mental circuits went into lock, and I broke down and did what all good women do in a crisis: I sat down on the closed toilet seat, bent over and put my face in my hands, and started to cry.

John was a gentleman, and stepped out of the shower to give me a kleenex, and hug my shoulder. 'Its not fair, John. I never felt this way before. I mean, I feel truly free and on fire for the first time in my life, yet, 41 years of repression is hard to overcome. Its so frustrating! I just know that I can't go around fucking young men half my age. Do you understand.....' I turned my head, and the first thing I saw was his beautiful dick and large balls. My heart jumped into my throat, and I reached around to hug his thighs. His penis throbbed a little, and started to grow. And grow. And grow. Here it was: 5 inches from my face, the most lovely thing in the world!

'I'm sorry, baby, it has a mind of its own. You're such a fox that I couldn't keep it down if I tried. I'll leave now.' He took two steps towards the door when I stopped him. 'John! Please don't leave! If we can't fuck, could I just.... you know.....suck on it? Maybe just a little?' John turned around, and looked at me in the eyes. It was like he could read my thoughts, my soul. 'Only if you want to, Jan.' It was the first time he said my name, and my blood and flesh boiled with passion. 'Oh, I want to- I really want to!' He stepped towards me, and his swollen head was within a tongue lick away. 'I haven't done this for quite a few years, honey.' I told him. In fact, in truth, it was like I never had done this at all!

The first lick was heaven. His skin was satiny smooth, and smelled of soap. I tasted the moistness at his pee hole, and it was delicious! Sort of a clean, slightly salty, slightly sweet taste. I savored it, and licked again. I never felt so alive, so erotic, and so much like a woman. I opened my mouth, and sank my lips over his swollen head, licking at the now flowing drops that this cock was giving me. I gently sucked, and slowly took more of his young penis is my mouth. It was so much bigger than Mark's, and I had to open my jaws much wider. I had about half of it in my mouth when John moaned 'Oh baby, you're a natural cocksucker!' Cocksucker? How could this lewd term sound so wonderful? And how stimulating! I sucked harder, and and nursed his organ like a baby on a breast.

I then slid the pulsing appendage from my mouth, looked up at John, and said in a low voice 'You have a gorgeous dick, lover. I could suck on it all night!' I then took it back in my mouth, and bobbed up and down a few times. I wanted in as far as it could go, and went deeper. Immediately, my gagging reflex caused me to choke, and John pulled out. 'Don't try that so deep, baby, not many women can do that.' I looked up, and accepted the challenge, 'Let's try, ok big man?' I answered. He smiled, and inserted his black pole in my mouth. He first tried fucking my face, each thrust going deeper, and this brought me on the verge of orgasm. I grabbed his ass with one hand, and pressed against my crotch with the other. In seconds, I moaned so loudly, that without a mouth full of dick, I would have awakened the dead. John took the opportunity to thrust deeper, and we were just about an inch away from my first deepthroat! His cock hit my throat, however, and just couldn't go any further. I then thought of an idea, and slowly withdrew his joystick as he moaned.

'Let's give this another try!' I excitedly told him as I stood, cleared the vanity countertop of a few towels, and layed on my back. I then pushed my head over the edge, and opened my mouth. 'Now, give it all to me!' I giggled. John shook his head and said he admired my determination. I felt his long manmeat slide in my mouth, and into my throat. We took it slow, and after a couple of slow thrusts, I grabbed his butt and went for all of it. Slowly, he pushed, and my throat opened. My saliva was running out of the corners of my mouth, when I felt his pubic hair on my chin and his balls on my nose. We did it! I hummed, as John began a steady throat fuck. I felt like I earned a masters degree in deepthroat, and feeling another orgasm, I diddled myself to another explosion.

'Baby, I'm gonna blow my load soon- do you want me to pull out?' Pull out? No way! I had wanted to taste cum all night, after what I had seen- it would be my first time, and I desired it- anticipated it- very much. This position was getting uncomfortable, however, and I quickly resumed my seated position on the commode. I steered John in front of me, and licked my lips. 'I want you to come in my mouth, honey. I want to eat your love juice!' I pleaded. John smiled, but gave me a warning. 'I haven't cum all night, baby. I usually cum a lot anyway, but after all this night's stimulation, it is going to be a gusher. Maybe you should have a towel ready.' 'No way, lover, I want every drop!' I sternly responded. 'Now try not to cum right away, I want to suck you a bit longer!' I was hoping for one more orgasm myself. I opened my mouth like a hungry baby bird, and John slid his manhood onto my outsretched tongue. 'Mmmmmm...' I purred as he once began his mouth fucking pace. I gently held his balls, the maker of his manly love juice, and tenderly tickled his scrotum. John laughed, and said 'Baby, that tickles.' I fiendishly thought I would tease him just a little more. I pulled off his dick and began to lick his nuts. 'Oh baby, you are driving me crazy..' he chuckled. I completely bathed his large balls with my tongue and told him 'I hope those big plums made lots for me to drink- I'm thirsty!' This drove him over the edge, and he thrust his dick back in my mouth. 'It's gonna be more than you can handle- get ready you greedy cocksucker!' With that, my mouth sucked hard on his pistoning dick, ready for the grand finale.

I was delirious. I sucked so hard that I think I bit him a few times, but he didn't care. I held his balls in one hand, and fingered myself with the other. Faster and faster he fucked- my lips were going numb from the friction. I felt his final thrusts deep, and his nuts tightened against his body. My tongue felt soft pulsing, and then pow! A gush of sperm shot out in a stream so large and intense that it went straight into my throat. It didn't stop! I pulled back to swallow, and immediately, cum filled my mouth again. It was almost as if he was pissing, it came out so fast. I again gulped, and kept only the swollen head in my mouth while I jacked his long shaft. Again I swallowed, and again. I could now taste his cum and it was slightly salty, slightly bitter, but so manly and warm! I pressed my clit hard, and hard the biggest orgasm of my life as I swallowed yet another tasty mouthful. I licked the head and pee hole for all that I could get, and opened my mouth to talk, when even more dribbled out on my blouse and jacket. I quickly put the organ back in my mouth and swabbed it for a few extra minutes, eating the last of what had to be a pint of sperm. I licked my lips and smiled as his softening penis slipped out of my satisfied mouth.

'Baby, that was best. The absolute best.' was all John could say. I could only answer with another smile, a giggle, and echoed my agreement. 'Your cum is like nectar- I never tasted anything like it. I never came so hard in my life!' I replied. 'Your old man doesn't know what he's missing, baby. You are the most incredible lover- you could be a millionaire, the way you suck cock! I want to do something for you now!' I wanted to keep going, but a knock at the door brought us back to reality. It was Dan telling us to hurry up.

'I am totally wiped out, honey. My jaw is sore, my cunt is soaking through my slacks, and I feel like I just ate a five star dinner!' I told him. 'I have to get some sleep and go to a class in the morning.' With that, John bent over and hugged me. Before he turned around, I got one final lick of a drop on the end of his penis. 'Mmmm, I could do this again!' I said. But John laughed and said I wasn't the only one who was sore- that my teeth sort of got him at the end. I apologized and we kissed a last time. He left the bathroom and I looked into the mirror to straighten up. I looked a mess! I had sperm on my blouse, jacket, slacks, hair, face, and neck. I had a belly full of hot cum. I again licked my lips and smiled- I never felt this good before. I took a strange pride in my splattered appearance. I brushed my hair, sperm and all, and tucked in my blouse. I massaged what was left on my face and neck, and snuck out of the bathroom. As I left, Mike was fucking Shirley, and Jan was riding on Greg's pole. Everyone else was either gone or in the bedrooms. I never saw John again.

I got a cab and headed back to the hotel, savoring that unique taste in my mouth. I had discovered a new passion in life- it would never be the same again!

Epilogue- I couldn't think about anything but sucking cock for the next day and a half. I masturbated often (something else I never did much before), remembering my first 'Full Monty Party'- it wouldn't be my last. I was so horny that I almost grabbed the waiter for a quick blowjob the next day, but of course, didn't. Lucky hubby didn't know what hit him (or should I say, ate him) the night I got home. He came quickly with the first blowjob, but lasted a little longer the next time. To be honest, his smaller wiener fit easily in my mouth and didn't reach my throat. It wasn't as exciting as John's big black dick, but I got off on it. He came in small spurts that tasted different (but still quite pleasant) from John's cum (I found out later, by experience, that all men have different flavors at different times).

He asked what got into me, and I giggled (I didn't think it was the right time to tell him what got into me was a big black dick in my throat, a pint of sperm in my belly, and a new addiction of my mouth). I made up some bullshit about watching an erotic movie in my room, but I don't think he bought it. He ate my pussy, fucked me for a good ten minutes, and we fell asleep in each others arms. I woke him the next day with yet another blowjob that I repeated often. Although those 'other' things felt nice, I enjoy giving a good blowjob more than anything else! I can't explain why- its like preferring steak over chicken- a personal taste, I suppose. As I soon found out, hubby loves my new addiction as much as me! I eventually wore him out, however.

I also did tell him the truth- eventually- and he responded very differently that I thought! If I get the time, I will write about that, and OUR first affair as a couple (I think you call it cuckoldry?), but more on that later! Giggle (that's something else I never did before: giggling! I do it all the time now!).