1
I waited nervously having arrived at the restaurant 30 minutes early. I was meeting a married couple that I began chatting with online a few weeks earlier and they had agreed to meet me in person to see if we had a good vibe together. I understood that this meeting would absolutely not include sex...which was fine as it had been over 2 years since I had fucked anyone. What's another day or two?
My phone buzzed and I grabbed it off the table before the first vibration had ended expecting a cancellation for a family emergency or late work call or just changed their minds altogether. My heart beat hard in my chest as I opened the message...
"Sorry we can't make it" was what I read first...blowing out a heavy breath I didn't realize I was holding...before skipping back to the beginning.
"Sorry we left late and will be there in 10" was what is actually said.
My mind raced ahead to the possibilities. Watching the door, I waited and calculated the time from the message receipt to arriving to walking through the parking lot to coming in the door. The minutes ticked by slowly while I watched car after car pull in to the lot not knowing which was theirs.
I knew what she looked like. Sara was a 5'6" Latina goddess with a thin shapely figure, long dark hair, perfect fit-in-your-mouth tits and a well-trimmed pussy that she routinely stuffed with dick with the full approval and encouragement of her husband Kirk. I knew all this from our online chats and picture sharing. What I didn't know was what a knockout she was in person. I stood smiling immediately when they came in the door like an idiot. I stood awkwardly in the middle of the restaurant while they got their bearings, saw me, and approached.
She met me with a warm smile and an unexpected but very welcome hug. "I'm a hugger!" She laughed wrapping me up. I returned it with careful placement of my hands which desperately wanted to go right to her ass.
"So nice to meet you," I said hoping to sound cool even though I was anything but. Her husband was one step behind extending his hand to shake. Kirk was 6' tall, tipping the scales at 175, dark hair, solid build with a firm grip and a keen evaluating eye. He was the interviewer and would decide my fate. I knew that right away. He was looking at me and saw a 5'9", mid-40's, 180 pound white guy. I kept myself in shape with daily running and exercise, but these two were still out of my league.
2
Driving home that night, I was elated about how the evening went. Kirk had silently appraised me and found me worthy (well...worthy enough) to meet the hot, wet insides of his beloved. We parted after an hour or so having established a rapport and they agreed to set up a get-together in the coming days that would be much more naked. Sara had recently been fucked in public while her husband kept lookout for anyone getting too close and it had gotten her off...the added excitement of being discovered while she was being pounded from behind made her pussy tingle in anticipation of a repeat. The guy who fucked her in a parking garage stairwell in the middle of the day hadn't lasted long before flooding her pussy with cum.....and honestly I couldn't blame him. She was a walking fuck machine and no man could last long with her bouncing her ass back on his cock while rubbing her clit moaning and cumming. I would be the next one to help bring her the rush of getting caught...and I was getting a tingle myself thinking about it.
I jerked off that night...and the next...imagining how she would feel under my hands as they slid up and down her thighs, belly, and breasts, working their way between her shapely legs down to her wet center and to how my fingers would rub the lips of her pussy before pushing into her while she rolled her hips and breathlessly begged me to please fuck her now. I imagined kissing her in a frenzy born of years of loneliness. I imagined how she would taste as I lapped at her pussy like a thirsty dog. Damn I was fired up.
I checked my phone constantly like a teenage girl waiting for her crush to call and a couple of days later, she messaged me to set up the meet. She decided she wanted an adventure and described how she wanted to fuck in my truck while her husband drove us around town just after dark. I was so horny that if she had suggested we fuck on the steps of City Hall at noon I would have said yes. The logistics did not concern me. The possibility of being pulled over by the police while my dick was buried inside her did not concern me. The possibility of a head-on collision because her husband was watching us fuck in the rearview mirror gave a slight pause, but not enough to even briefly consider not taking the risk.
3
The day arrived and I drove to the meeting spot....again arriving 30 minutes early...again anticipating a cancellation text...and again feeling the thrill when the text came saying they were almost there. Kirk pulled in to a spot and I met them to see how they wanted things to go. Sara was beautiful in the post-sunset light wearing a black dress that fell half way down her thighs with a pink bra strap peeking out under her left shoulder.