She was actually doing it.
Another man's cock was in her mouth as she knelt in front of him. She couldn't see any more of him than the dick right in front of her, but she heard his groans of pleasure as she worked him over.
Wetness seeped from between her legs, and she felt her pussy pulse as he bucked against the wall.
She wanted to feel his hot skin sliding along hers. But the rubber covering him prevented that.
Should she take it off?
If she did, how far would she take things?
He told her to do what she wanted. Jerk him off. Suck him. With or without the condom.
He'd even told her to take him inside her. If she wanted to.
Did he mean that? And did he mean without a condom, too?
It had been years since another man had sprayed hot, sticky cum into her. Either in her mouth or pussy. That was something she'd done freely and often, back when she was young and unattached.
But she was attached. Married and a mother. For years, it had only been her husband she'd taken inside her.
It looked like that would change tonight.
After all, it had been his idea to do this. What he'd suggested surprised her as they drove home after her birthday dinner.
His words had brought them both here, to this very point.
She held the long, thin cock in both hands. The rubber didn't fit him and bunched up.
She decided. Her eyes sparkled as she slipped the rubber off the hot, hard cock and took it back into her mouth, tasting the unknown man for the first time as his unique odor filled her nostrils.
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"I don't know why you say that."
She looked at her husband as the lights of the oncoming cars flashed across his face.
They were driving down a busy two-lane highway, having just left the fancy restaurant. He glanced at her, taking in her rounded boobs that jiggled under her tight red dress as they went over some uneven pavement.
"Because you are."
She huffed, her arms folding under her tits, pushing them up slightly. He stole another glance and smiled.
"You have to say that, or it's no nooky for you." She held the stern expression for a second, then giggled. Her arms relaxed and one hand went over and rested on his dark trousers.
"I don't have to say that. It's true. You're as sexy as the night I met you."
She exhaled and turned to look out the side window. They were in a dark area between the small towns that dotted the highway.
Giggling, she turned back to him, and he looked at her. "I was pretty damn hot that night, huh?"
He laughed. "Hell, yeah. What a way to get acquainted!"
Looking over, he saw her face grow pink in the light of the passing cars.
"I was drunk. And high on... something. I don't know what Marcus put in my drink."
Tony's hands gripped the steering wheel, and Stella saw her husband's knuckles turn white. Her hand gripped his thigh.
"It's okay, my love. I wasn't hurt, and you saved me. I started falling in love with you that very night."
He shook his head, but his grip relaxed. He sighed, then smiled at her. "It sure was a night to remember."
"I bet Marcus remembers it, too. You broke his nose."
His eyebrows went up as he pursed his lips. "Yeah, I actually didn't mean to do that. I was just trying to get him out of the room. He pushed me, then..."
"He had it coming. From what you told me, he was gathering up a bunch of guys to do things to me. I was already passing out by the time we'd all finished."
He looked over at her, his brows furrowed. "I had no idea you were drugged when you asked me to join you guys."
She patted his thigh. "I know that. Neither did I, actually." She grinned at him. "We sure had some fun, though, huh?"
He laughed. "Damn straight. I've never been in a threesome before."
They drove on for a few moments, then he looked over at her. Again, her cheeks were rosy in the other car's lights.
"Had you?"
She looked down, then giggled. "Um, yeah," she said in a voice so soft it could barely be heard over the road noise.
"Damn," he said, drawing the word out. "This you've gotta tell me about."
"Not now. I'm embarrassed."
"Okay, but soon. You know how hot it gets me."
"You love to hear about me and other guys, don't you?" She looked at him, her head tilted, one corner of her mouth turned up.
He shook his head and laughed. "Can't deny it. The thought of you doing things to other guys has always gotten me off."
She slapped his thigh.
He glanced over at her. "Marcus was humping your brains out from behind while I sat against the headboard, your face in my lap."
"You were both animals that night." She giggled.
"I thought the whole thing was hot as fuck, so yeah, I love when you tell me things about stuff you've done before we met and married."
"I was so sexy back then," she said in a wistful voice.
He gripped the hand stroking his thigh. "I told you you're still damned sexy. Why won't you believe me?"
"I just turned forty! That's why. And I've gotten fat, and I have wrinkles." She withdrew her hand and sighed.
"Okay, so you're forty. Happy birthday, by the way," he said, smiling at her. "And you're not fat, even after having Billy and Susan."
"You didn't say I didn't have wrinkles!"
He chuckled. "You didn't give me a chance. I don't know what you see in the mirror, but I see a voluptuous blonde with fantastic tits, an ass that's made to slap, and a waist that makes the sexiest hourglass shape I've ever seen."
He reached over and put his palm on her thigh, pushing up her dress' hem to feel her bare skin. "And no, you don't have wrinkles. Your face is as pretty as the day I met you."
Gripping her thigh, he grinned at her. "At least you don't have my cum dripping from it like you did that night."
She squawked and slapped his hand away. "You're terrible. I can't believe you said that."
"Just saying. I think you are even sexier than that first night, and that's saying a lot."
"Maybe you believe that, but other guys don't. Not anymore. I know I shouldn't miss the attention, but I do." She sighed and pulled his hand back onto her thigh.
"Guys always paid me so much attention since puberty hit back in junior high. I don't think I was vain, but I did like it."
"I know, my love. You've told me about it."
"But they don't look at me anymore. It hurts women when they've lost their appeal."
His hand moved over her skin, pushing up her dress, his fingers sliding along the inside of her soft thigh. She spread her legs, allowing him to move his hand up further.
His fingers reached their prize when they felt the silky, thin fabric covering her warm pussy lips. They dallied there, his fingertips twiddling over the soft underwear. She let out a soft moan as he moved between her legs.
"Guys look at you all the time. Any guy would give his left nut to have a chance right here." His fingers pressed against the top of her slit, making her wiggle her hips and sigh.
"No, they wouldn't." She looked over at him, and he saw her pupils were dilated. "Anyway, I think you'd go berserk if you knew I was doing things with another guy."
"I'd be pissed if you did it behind my back, sure. But if I was there?"
She looked at him, her eyes searching his until he turned back to the road. His fingers continued to tease between her legs.
"You couldn't handle that. You almost killed Marcus that first time, and we hardly knew each other then."
"That was different. He was going to let you get gang raped after you'd passed out. He didn't know I'd stop it."
His fingers worked their way under the elastic, finding her sopping wet hole.
"And when it was just the three of us, you have to admit I got pretty hot and heavy with you."
She chuckled, and her eyebrows rose. Grinning, she looked at him. "You did. I couldn't believe you'd fuck me like that after I'd asked you to blow all over my face."
"You get me so fucking horny."
She giggled. "But we never did that again, and I'm sure if we tried it now, you wouldn't like it. Seeing me with another guy."
He shrugged.
"And it would be cheating, anyway." Her hips wiggled as he explored her under her panties.
"Oh? So what is cheating?"
She turned her head toward him. "When you have sex with someone other than your husband."
"But if it's not actual sex, then it's not cheating?"
"Well, if you did something to another woman behind my back, I'd probably kill you."
They both laughed.
"And I feel the same way, but what if we were both there when the other was doing something?"
His finger found its way inside her, spreading her wet lips, making her moan softly.
"I don't know." She sighed as he pushed deeper into her pussy. "You mean if I was there when you were kissing another woman down there?" She bucked her hips as his finger moved in and out of her.
"Yeah, or if I watched you touching or blowing another man, making him feel amazing and having him want you because you're so damn sexy."
"Wait. So you're saying if we're both there when one of us does things, then it's not cheating?"
He nodded. "Yeah. It's only cheating if the other spouse doesn't know about it."
She sat there, her hips moving as his fingers slid over her clit, then down and back inside her.
"If it's something we both agree to doing, then it's just sexy fun. Like our first time."
She groaned when a second finger found its way inside her. Looking over, her eyes sparkled as he turned his head to her.
"I know what you want."
His brows went up.
"You want to bang another woman." She chuckled, then grunted as he pushed deeper into her.
