The Playdate

My name is Sam and I am a father of two boys, Chris (7) and Shane (9). Strangely enough, my wife, Deborah, isn't particularly relevant to this story.

Her name was Margot, a mother of three, two boys (7 and 9) and one girl (3). She had recently moved in, down the street from us. I didn't know much about her, except for the fact that she looked smoking hot in just about anything she wore. We had run into each other a few times, at school and at the local grocery store, but aside from saying hello and talking about the weather, we had never really interacted.

One Sunday, while my wife was visiting her parents -- and I was watching the kids -- the doorbell rang. I was Margot, accompanied by her two boys.

"Hi," she said, "Would Chris and Shane like to come over to our house and play?"

Naturally, they jumped at the chance. I told them to put on some shoes and a sweater, and then looked over at Margot again. She smiled at me, her brown eyes sparkling behind her glasses and her long, black hair hanging free over her shoulders.

"You know, my husband took our youngest to the park, so... you can come over and play too, if you'd like," she whispered with a sly smile on her face. I quickly discarded my preliminary, depraved interpretation of her ambiguous statement, and told myself that she probably meant that she could use an extra pair of eyes to watch over the four boys.

"Sure, I'd love to," I smiled, determined to keep my hormones in check. As we walked over to her house, surrounded by four loud, energized boys, we talked about how close we actually lived, and how this playdate was long overdue. After all, our kids were in the same classes and got along quite well.

Naturally -- being a warm-blooded male -- I checked out her rack and ass in the meantime. She looked damn fine in those jeans and her black halter top. As we walked around the back of the house, the kids rushed over to the large trampoline in the far-left corner of the garden, and started jumping up and down like crazy.

"Well, they're good for a while," Margot giggled.

"Yeah," I smiled.

"I'll go and get you guys some snacks and something to drink," Margot yelled, before walking into the house, through the back door.

"You coming?" she added, leaving the door open. Assuming she needed a hand with the snacks and beverages, I followed her in and closed the door behind me. Then, I walked up to the kitchen island, where she seemed to be waiting for me. Just as I was about to ask her how I could be of service, she unexpectedly sank to her knees in front of me and reached out to unzip my pants!

"Wait, what are you doing?" I asked, flabbergasted, taking a small step back.

Genuinely confused, she looked up at me and said, "Sucking your cock."

The way she said it, was as if I had just asked the most ridiculous question in the world.

After a brief moment of awkward silence -- I honestly didn't know how to respond to that -- Margot simply asked, "You wanted to play too, right?"

Instantly, she scooted closer and continued undoing my pants. Then, she fished my big, half-hard cock out of my pants and wrapped her eager, sexy mouth around it. I couldn't believe what was happening. I was watching her bob her head up and down my growing pole, and I still couldn't believe it! I guess my 'depraved' interpretation of her earlier statement had been spot on.

What was I doing? I was married! Happily married. But, all the logic and common sense couldn't change the fact that she was sucking my cock, passionately and eagerly. I knew I had to stop her, but I didn't. The reason why was obvious and was still growing, coming up on its full seven inches.

"God, your cock is big and phhhat!" Margot whispered in between two sucks. I didn't know what to say or do. Heck, I didn't even know if I was allowed to touch her, or not. So, I just stood there, one hand on the kitchen counter, the other one awkwardly placed on my hip -- looking down at her sucking my hard cock.

She kept going for another three minutes, until I felt my balls tensing up.

"I am... I am cumming," I whispered, warning her, not sure if she wanted to taste my cum. As it turned out, she did. Not only did she keep sucking while I was spurting in her mouth, she also swallowed my whole load, without blinking an eye. And even after all of my sperm was gone, she continued sucking on my dick and licking my balls for another minute or so.

Then, Margot rose to her feet and, as she wiped her lips with the back of her hand, walked over to the kitchen sink to wash her hands.

"Apple juice?" she asked, casually, as she used a kitchen towel to dry her hand and face.

"Sorry?" I asked, not a clue what she was going on about.

"Do Shane and Chris drink apple juice?" she grinned, amused by my confusion.

"Uh yeah," I replied as I quickly stuffed my flaccid dick back in my pants. Seemingly unaffected by what she'd just done, she poured four glasses of apple juice and emptied two bags of potato chips into a some wooden bowls.

While I was still trying to wrap my head around what had just transpired, Margot put the drinks and snacks onto a large tray and then glanced at me, smacking her lips and said, "Hmm, salty!"

Did... she just comment on how my sperm tasted? Baffled, once again, by her casual and vulgar statement, I just gawked at her as she picked up the tray and walked over to the back door.

"Would you mind?" she asked, waiting by the door, looking at the tray in her hands.

"Sure," I whispered, rushing over and opening the door for her.

"Snacks and drinks, come and get it!" Margot yelled, as soon as we stepped out.

Immediately, the boys jumped off the trampoline and rushed over to the table, attacking the bowls of potato chips.

"Easy fellas," I whispered at my boys, "There's plenty to go around!"

"You'd think we never feed them," Margot smiled at me.

"Yeah," I smirked, inadvertently glancing over at her rack.

"Coffee?" she asked as she headed back in.

"Black, no sugar, if you please," I said, trying to act as normal as possible.

After finishing half of the snacks and all of their drinks, the kids stormed off towards the trampoline again and picked up where they'd left off. I sat down on one of the terrace chairs, pretending to look at the kids -- while, in fact, I was still trying to make sense of the last ten minutes.

When Margot came back out with coffee and biscuits, I feared that our interaction would be quite awkward, and that we'd have nothing to say to each other. But, she was clearly more at ease than I was, and instantly started gossiping about one of the other kids' parents. We also talked about the last PTA meeting, the upcoming school BBQ and some of the funny things that our kids had done or said lately.

After about an hour, I had all but forgotten about the incident -- sure, like that was ever going to happen -- her boys asked if they could go inside and play on their Xbox. She looked over at me, awaiting my input.

"We don't have an XBOX, so I don't know if they know how..." I started to say.

"That's okay, we'll show them how," her sons called out as the four of them barged into the house, heading for the living room.

"Well, I guess that's settled then," I smiled. Margot giggled.

Feeling that this was the perfect moment to clear the air, I looked at her, gathered my courage and said, "Look, about what happened before..."

I was about to apologize and tell her that she'd taken me by surprise, that I was happily married, and that I didn't want things to get awkward between us.

"Oh, I am sorry," Margot said, as she put down her coffee, "Do you want to go again?"

"I..." I stammered. Wait, what? Was that even an option. Twice in an hour?

Taking my silent hesitation as a yes, Margot smiled and said, "Follow me."

What was I doing? This was not what I wanted. And yet, I got up and followed her.

As we walked past the living room, and past four babbling, completely energized kids, she turned and smiled back at me, whispering, "Don't worry, they won't even know we're gone."

I followed her up the stairs, then into the master bedroom, where she motioned me to sit down on the bed. Casually, as if we'd been married for years, she started taking her clothes off, right there, in front of me.

Her top was first to go, then her jeans. I couldn't help but gawk at her beautiful body. Then, without any hesitation or shyness, she unclasped her bra and dropped it on the floor, showing me her stunning tits for the very first time. I was hoping to see even more of her, but, without further ado, she walked up to the bed and sank to her knees.

Needless to say that by now my dick was as big and as fat as it was going to get. Margot unzipped my pants and unceremoniously pulled out my throbbing cock. After wrapping her right hand around my shaft and pumping it for a few seconds, she put it in her mouth, again. I moaned and looked down at her, as she slobbered all over my dick, like a woman possessed.

Feeling a little bolder than before, I decided to try and touch one of her tits. I figured, considering the circumstances, she wouldn't mind. As soon as she noticed my hand sliding down, she realized what I was doing. She leaned back and lowered her left arm, giving me unrestricted access to her tits.

I gently reached out and rubbed one tit, then the other. I cupped them, wobbled them up and down, and rubbed my thumb over her erect nipples. It was a trivial thing -- especially considering what she was doing -- but the fact that she was letting me fondle one of her most private places, drove me absolutely wild.

The feel of her warm tit flesh in my hand, combined with the delightful groans she was letting out -- not to mention her skilled mouth on my fat dick -- caused me to cum quickly.

"Almost there!" I whispered, always the gentleman. I had half expected her to swallow this load as well, but to my surprise, she leaned back even more, took my cock out of her mouth and aimed it straight at her chest, as she eagerly continued jerking me off. As I didn't fancy getting cum on my hands, I stopped fondling her boobs.

Mere seconds later, a big jet of sperm splattered against her right tit, followed by dozens of specks and drops flying all over the place. She grinned as she watched me making a mess of her whole rack, her arms, thighs and even her black panties. She kept stroking me until I had nothing left to give. Then, as a finishing touch, she squeezed the last drops out of my tip, wiping them on her sensitive right nipple.

When she was done, she simply got up and started getting dressed again, putting her bra and her top on, over her glistening skin. I stuffed my dick back in my pants, and followed her into the bathroom, where we briefly freshened up, before heading back down. As she'd predicted, the kids hadn't even noticed we'd been gone.

After replenishing their drinks and filling another snack bowl -- with popcorn this time -- Margot made us a second pot of coffee. We moved back to the terrace and talked some more; this time about after-school activities, past holidays and the burdens of parenting in general. The kids hardly moved for the next ninety minutes. I had to get up once in a while and peek through the living room window just to see and believe that they were still there.

After finishing our second pot of coffee, I looked at my watch and said, "I think we're going to call it a day. My wife will be home soon."

"Okay," Margot smiled, as she got up and walked me back inside.

"Alright you guys, time to go," I said.

"Ow no, not yet," Shane whined.

"Please dad, it'll be our turn soon... please, just ten more minutes, please!" Chris whined . They didn't even look up from the tv screen.

I turned to Margot and gave her an exasperated look. She smiled and shrugged her shoulders, indicating that it was up to me -- she obviously didn't mind either way.

"Fine, ten more minutes! But that's it, then we're going home," I said, firmly.

"You know," Margot whispered as we walked back out, "If you'd like to go again..."

Pretending not to be shocked, I turned to her and smiled, trying to think of something clever to say. When I realized that wasn't going to happen, I just settled for, "Seriously? You'd blow me a third time?"

"Sure," she grinned, amused by my clumsiness, "But I can do other stuff too, you know! I could... go put on a skirt and let you finger my wet pussy, right here."

"That sounds wonderful," I blurted out.

"I'll be right back," Margot smiled and walked back inside. As I impatiently waited for her to return, I couldn't help but reflect on how easily I had agreed to another one of her ridiculous proposals. The fact that I had already cheated on my wife twice now, had undoubtedly made the decision easier.

When Margot returned, about five minutes later, she was carrying a short, red, plaid skirt in her right hand. She sat down on the terrace chair to my right, facing me.

"With or without panties?" she asked, as she unbuttoned her jeans.

"Without, if you please," I replied, trying to hide my amazement.

After taking off her jeans and panties, she stepped into the plaid skirt and pulled it up, before sitting down, with her legs spread as wide as the confines of the chair would allow. Then, she looked at me, lustfully, signaling me that she was ready for my fingers. God, I couldn't believe how casual she was. I probably couldn't even get my wife to do this!

"It's just a skirt I wear around the house, nothing fancy, so feel free to get it all wet and mucky," she grinned. I fought a smile, focusing on the word 'mucky' for a moment, as I leaned forward and slowly reached under her skirt with my right hand.

She stared into my eyes, and gasped, as my hand touched her inner thigh and grazed her bush. Realizing she didn't need or want any foreplay, I put my middle finger against her entrance and penetrated her. Again she gasped. Once most of my middle finger was in, I inserted my index finger in as well, and started moving back and forth slowly.

I fingered her slow and deep for a bit, then fast and shallow, then fast and deep...

From time to time, I'd pull out and wipe my fingers on her skirt -- she liked that very much. She was grunting, gasping and panting almost non-stop.

Suddenly, after a few minutes, Margot's phone started vibrating on the table. Instead of simply ignoring it, she casually picked it up, looked at the screen for a moment and then answered it -- as if she wasn't in the middle of getting her twat pumped!

"Hi hon," she said. Knowing she was talking to her husband made me even raunchier, and I started fingering her even faster and deeper.

"Oh, so you're leaving the park, now?" she repeated, staring into my eyes, as she groped one of her tits with her free hand. It was clear that she wouldn't be able to hold off her climax for much longer. God, what a turn on it would be, to make her climax while she was on the phone with hubby.

"The kids are having [grunt] a playdate," she whispered as she opened her mouth wide, feeling me step up my game.

"Chris and Shane [pause] from down the [pause] street," Margot continued, as she tilted her head back and pressed her lips together, fighting the urge to scream.

"They're fine [pause] the four of them [pause] are on the [pause] XBOX... you know, can you hang on for a sec, hon?" she grunted as she muted her phone, put it down on the table and looked me straight in the eye, clearly about to have a powerful orgasm.

I kept doing what I was doing, and gawked at her as she started shuddering and trashing in her seat. She drenched my hand and the whole inside of her skirt as she passionately grabbed her two tits, squeezing them roughly and lecherously, acting like a completely slut.

About fifty seconds later, she gently waved her hand, signaling me that she'd had enough. I slowed down my fingering, giving her a chance to recuperate, but kept my fingers inside of her. After glancing down at the mess we'd made, she smiled and grabbed her phone again.

"Okay, I am back," she said. I continued moving my fingers, ever so slightly, making her wriggle and gasp every few seconds. Although she could barely take the additional stimulus, she never objected or tried to stop me. Even when I tickled her asshole with my pinkie, she simply clenched her butt cheeks and gave me a surprised, amused look, but did nothing to discourage me.

So, I pushed on -- literally -- and after about twenty seconds, the tip of my pinkie slipped into her ass.

Feigning shock and outrage, she gave me an over-the-top look of disgust. I didn't buy it and kept on playing with her twat and ass, while we stared into each other's eyes.

"Oh, okay, see you when you get here," Margot suddenly said, before hanging up. Realizing this was my queue, I slowly pulled my fingers out of her holes, causing her to squirm one last time.

After putting her phone down on the table, she looked at me and asked, "So, you want me to swallow another load?"

"If you don't mind," I grunted, as I wiped my fingers on her skirt. She sat up, leaned forward and reached for my zipper, skillfully fishing out my hard cock. She gently stroked it for about ten seconds, then wrapped her hand tightly around the huge shaft and started pumping it.

Although we were kind of on a clock now -- with her husband on his way -- she really took her time. She alternated hands, caressed my balls and even pumped me with both hands for a bit. When I eventually started to convulse, she quickly slid off her chair and got on her knees in front of me. She opened her mouth wide and aimed my engorged tip at her tongue, jacking me off hard and fast.

A few seconds later, I grunted and ejaculated into her mouth. As she hadn't actually put my cock in her mouth, a few drops missed their target and ended up on her cheeks and chin. Luckily, she didn't seem to have a problem with that. When I was done spurting, she gave my cock a final suck goodbye, quickly took her skirt off, put her panties and jeans back on and got back in her seat.

She waited for me to stuff my dick back in my pants and zip up, then smiled and asked, "Ready?"

I nodded and got up. She grabbed her skirt and we walked back into the house. While I told Chris and Shane to wrap things up, I noticed Margot walking over to the sink and splashing some water in her face. Remembering where my fingers had been, I also quickly washed my hands.

As she went to dispose of her stained skirt somewhere, the boys switched off the XBOX and started making their way over to the front door, bragging about their in game fighting skills. Just as the six of us were saying our goodbyes, Margot's husband arrived with their daughter.

After briefly exchanging some minor pleasantries -- the longer we talked, the bigger the chance that the kids would run off again -- I concluded our visit, by glancing over at Margot and saying, "Well, thanks you for the invitation."

"You're welcome," she smiled, "We should do this again."

"We should..." I grinned, amazed at how casual and completely at ease she was.

When my wife got back, and I told her about the playdate -- leaving out specific details, of course -- she was delighted. She was so excited in fact, that she insisted on returning the favor as quickly as possible. So, not one to waste time, Deborah dragged the boys over to Margot's house to extend the invitation. The date was set for Wednesday, from 2pm to 5pm.

Since Margot's husband had a work thing, she'd be the one dropping the boys off. I was more than curious to see how that was going to go! Fortunately, I didn't have to wait till Saturday to see her again...

The following morning, it was my turn to drop the kids off at school. It was only a five-minute bike ride, and it was a beautiful day, so I didn't mind. Besides, since I was working from home, I had time to spare -- whilst my wife had to face an hour and half of traffic jams.