Irene is a 43-year-old woman, married with two kids. She's a quarter Cherokee, a quarter German, a quarter Filipina and a quarter Thai. She has long black hair, a big round ass and thick thighs, and she loves to dance.
Now that her kids are a little older, she likes to go out on the weekends and dance with her girlfriends. Guys hit on her all the time but are usually respectful when they see her ring. However it is tempting, because she loves the attention and she has an extremely high sex drive. Irene and her husband usually have sex about three times a week, which is fine, but she would love it if she could get sex every day. Also although her husband is the love of her life and she is completely devoted to him, his equipment is a little on the small side - if she had to guess she'd probably say it's about five inches long. Usually this is plenty, but occasionally Irene would find herself thinking of past lovers with bigger tools (of which she's had quite a few), remembering how they would stretch her pussy and sometimes her ass, fill her mouth and make her choke and gag before coming all over her face, tits, or ass. Five years ago her husband bought her a breast augmentation for her birthday, and she wondered what it would be like to get her now very large D-cup titties coated in a huge warm load from a big cock.
One Friday night Irene was out with her friend Lynette. Lynette was about the same age but single, and at the end of the night Lynette would usually go home with someone from the club, regardless of whether or not she was dating someone at the time. Lynette liked to talk about how a stable, loving marriage like Irene's was what she really wanted, while Irene envied Lynette's seemingly endless stream of one night stands, usually with young men in their 30's or even 20's. Sometimes, as Lynette would tell her, the sex was really good, and sometimes it wasn't, but there was always an option to go out and find another stud to ride.
Irene was wearing tight jeans and a lacy, off the shoulder bodysuit. It was a warm night, so she decided to go without a bra, and with the bodysuit she didn't really need underwear either. Besides, the bodysuit was high cut and exposed her hips, so it would look weird to also be wearing panties. A little makeup and some big earrings and she was ready to go, although she put on a jacket before she kissed her husband goodbye so he wouldn't get jealous of the big brown nipples poking out through her top. As soon as Lynette picked her up she took the jacket off.
They went to one bar after another, drinking, dancing, and flirting. At about 1:00 a.m. they decided to go to one more bar. Irene realized that she had run out of cash, and if she wanted to drink more she would have to get someone to buy her a drink. Lynette would've been happy to treat her, but in her drunken state Irene completely forgot about that. Also, if she was being honest, she really enjoyed having men buy her drinks - it made her feel sexy. She quietly slipped her wedding and engagement ring off and put them safely in her purse, without telling Lynette.
The last club they went to was hot, loud and crowded, and the music was thumping in just the right way. As they made their way to the bar Irene could feel the eyes on both her and Lynette, and she felt her pussy tingling and getting wet from the attention. Now that she was drunk, she was much less careful with where she looked and how she looked at men, and she may have given a few of them some very lewd smiles.
In the ten years of her marriage Irene had always been faithful (unless you count one possible blowjob in Las Vegas, but she was so drunk that she barely remembered it, and it seemed like a dream). Before that she had been kind of a loose woman - very forward about sex, and easy to get into bed. During the day, Irene was very professional and focused on her job. At night, she was a slut, and she had let dozens and dozens of men put their cocks inside her - maybe hundreds. She had no regrets. She loved sex, she loved coming, and when she got drunk she was very open about it.
Once, on a "dirty thirty" girls trip to Toronto, just after she had met her future husband but before they started dating exclusively, Irene and Lynette pulled a train with an entire semi-pro hockey team celebrating their league championship. It started with getting felt up and fingered on the dance floor by the team captain. When he and his roommate invited them both back to his hotel room, they thought it would just be the four of them, and at first it was. They got fucked side by side on two different beds, and Irene remembered smiling as she watched Lynette's little frame get pounded by some Canadian farm boy. It wasn't the first time they had done something like that together, and Irene figured that after they finished fucking, they would clean up and head back to their own hotel room.
But even before the team captain had finished unloading his balls in her pussy, the rest of the team started arriving in twos and threes, and suddenly there was another big white cock in her face, which she obediently started sucking. For the next several hours the entire twenty man roster came and took turns with the exotic, brown skinned Asian-looking sluts from out of town, and by the end they were both a sticky mess. She dimly remembered Lynette getting down between her legs and, with lots of rowdy encouragement, eating the cum out of her pussy, which drove her wild and made her cum yet again, even harder, while the boys cheered and whooped it up and took pictures. They never talked about it, and never did anything gay after that, so she figured it didn't count. And although Irene did spend a lot of time licking the guys assholes that night, she would never eat pussy... right? Actually she couldn't remember... so, it probably didn't count even if she did.
But that was a long time ago, and she was very devoted to her husband, who she loved very much. At the moment though she found herself right next to a handsome young man at the bar. She looked over and he was looking right at her. They both smiled and laughed and that was that. He bought drinks for both her and Lynette, and they moved a few feet away to start grinding on the dance floor. He put his hands on her naked, exposed hips and squeezed, then turned her around and pulled her ass right onto his groin. It was then that Irene knew she was in trouble.
She could feel his dick, only half hard and already bigger than her husband, pressing right up into her sensitive ass. It was big, and it was only going to get bigger. As they ground to the music she felt her pussy throb and get extremely hot and wet. Without panties her pussy juices came right through the thin lace of the bodysuit and coated her upper thighs. His hands slid up and around and grabbed her big fake titties, right there on the dance floor. Irene was so drunk she didn't care, although in the back of her mind she kept telling herself she wouldn't cheat on her husband. He felt up literally every part of her, kissed her neck and made her shiver. Irene couldn't take it anymore and turned her head to kiss the young man, eagerly sliding her tongue into his mouth while he rubbed her pussy through her jeans. "Just a kiss," she thought, "Kissing isn't cheating." She could feel his dick swell even bigger, growing down his leg and getting harder.
Suddenly Lynette came over, grabbed Irene by the wrist and literally dragged her away.
"Oh my god what are you doing!"
"I'm just dancing!" said Irene in her most innocent voice.
"I don't think Jason would appreciate the way you're dancing with that guy!" said Lynette, trying to remind her of her husband, sleeping at home.
"Oh, he wouldn't mind. He knows I like to dance."
"Well, are you sure? Because I'm about to leave." Lynette was drunk too, and there were two young black guys watching and waiting a few feet behind her.
