"Yeaaaah," I groaned loudly as my cock disappeared into Cindy's mouth. It had taken all night to get her into my car with me but wow, it was worth it! Her left hand was around my thick shaft and I swear I could feel the coolness of her ring.
"Mhm," she hummed into my cock, apparently enjoying herself as she fought to take the entire length down her throat. Her tongue was flicking around the head of my cock, turning me on insanely.
"You like?" she asked with a little naughty smile, as she came up for air.
"Oh yes!" I said with conviction and pressed her face back down to my cock. Surrendering, she quickly took it inside again and continued sucking. I had gotten the vibe all night that Cindy was a closet sub. She'd like me to treat her a bit roughly and tell her what to do.
We were in the backseat of my car, she was on her knees on the seat next to me. Slowly, I let my right hand glide down her back to her soft ass. I pushed her panties aside and stretched, trying to feel her warm pussy.
"Please don't," she said as she pulled off my cock again, looking up at me with large eyes.
"Don't what?" I asked as I found her asshole. Hmm... a submissive slut like this might take it up the ass...
"Don't touch me... down there," she blushed, "I don't wanna cheat on my husband."
"What?" I asked confused. I noticed she had even stopped masturbating me, so I took a hold of her hand and started her again -- as I touched her wedding band, a sexual rush shot through me -- and she continued automatically.
"I don't wanna cheat on my husband," she repeated.
Wow, you have a twisted outlook on morale if you don't think giving a strange guy a blowjob in his car is cheating. This is all Bill Clinton's fault, I guess.
"Well, it better be one hell of a blowjob then," I said as leaned back, moving my hand off her ass. She nodded, relieved that I wasn't pushing the subject and renewed her efforts on my cock.
"Ahh..." I moaned in pleasure as she began again. She gave everything she had, as she bobbed her head up and down my solid shaft, while jacking off what she couldn't fit inside. Slowly she increased the speed and the pressure on the cockhead, giving me a nice, slow blowjob.
Too slow for my liking though. I grabbed a firm hold of her hair with one hand and held on to her neck with the other, using my position and strength to guide her head up and down. Control turns me on, I don't know why but it does. And controlling a little unfaithful slut is always exhilarating.
I began forcing her head up and down with greater speed. Though uncomfortable, it must have turned her on too, as one of her hands found its way under her short skirt and she hummed fast and uncontrollable.
"Oh yes," I cried out, "suck my cock. Suck it and go home and kiss your husband with my cum on your lips! God, I love you housewives, you're so hot -- and so good with a cock!" I lost control of myself -- though I kept control of her and continued to fuck her face.
Hearing her moan into my cock only spurred my on further and suddenly the orgasm crashed over me, the waves of pleasure sending me sky-rocketing as I emptied my balls into her mouth. In my orgasmic bliss, I held onto her head, forcing her to keep my cock in her mouth as I shot my warm, sticky sperm down her throat. She had no choice but to swallow it all.
The submissive little wife really liked that, being forced to take my white goo in her stomach; she started to trash around while she rubbed her wet, unavailable pussy. Her muffled moans told me clearly that she was cumming as well, probably getting one of her fantasies fulfilled. Bet ol' hubby respects her too much to take her like he really wants to.
I took her back to the club we came from, making sure she'd be alright.
"Make sure to tell your husband he has a hot wife," I said with a wink as I left her at the entrance. She blushed and smiled at me as she went inside, looking for her friends.
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"There's no pussy like a married pussy," I always say. I know this may make me sound like an asshole, but I can't and won't stay away from a woman just because she has a ring on her finger. Why should I? If her husband can't hold on to her and if she won't stay faithful, why is it my responsibility? The answer: It's not.
I have formed two rules for my hunting. First,
don't get caught.
Primarily by her husband - you can't talk your way out of fucking a guy's wife if he discovers it -- but also her kids. They shouldn't have to know what kind of slut their mother is, after all. I think that's rather decent of me, actually.
And second,
don't develop feelings for her
-- often she's just looking for a fling and isn't going to leave her husband for you, even if you wanted her to. Love 'em and leave 'em, as the saying goes. Far from all of my conquests are one night stands, but I always take great care to not fall for them.
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A couple of nights after my delightful evening with Mrs. Cindy, I went to one of my favourite nightclubs, looking for a good time. I do that too often, I know -- sometimes it feels like I only really live on those nights out.
The club is rather large with an impressively big dance floor -- that always attracts the ladies -- and a long bar. I went to the bar, as I usually do, to get myself a beer. Lucas, the barkeep who knows me and my habits saw me coming. Before I had even sat down, he'd opened a beer and handed it to me.
"The usual," he said with a friendly smile as I sat down.
"Thanks," I nodded and took a sip, "How's life in the world of bar keeping?" I asked casually.
"The usual," he repeated with a grin before leaving me to my beer. He likes me... I think. I try to be friendly with the barkeeps, as they usually know what's going on -- information is always useful.
I turned around and scanned the room. It was a Wednesday night so not too much was going on. There were some single guys, a few couples and some girls dancing with each other.
"That brunette out there should be right up your alley," Lucas suddenly said from behind.
"Oh?" I said without turning around, trying to locate the one he was talking about.
"Oh yeah, I don't know what she's been flashing the most; her ring or her tits. Not that she has much in that department, but I've noticed that you're more interested in the first anyway."
I was about to answer him when I noticed he was gone. Sneaky bartender...
I spotted the brunette he was talking about, a petite, slim woman in a very short, skimpy dress. She was jumping around on the dance floor, her dress flailing around, giving the entire dance floor a nice view of her tanned, sexy legs. But Lucas was right, not much in the chest-region -- her dress was very low-cut, showing off what little cleavage she had though. She was certainly a worthy candidate but she smelled a bit like someone looking for validation. Many wives do that -- dress slutty and chat up guys, just to leave them hanging and go home to their husbands, rejuvenated from the fact that other males still find them attractive.
She stayed close to another girl, so I figured they were having a night out on the town. I discarded her friend though -- it wasn't that she was unattractive but I'm very single-minded and I had already picked my target for the night. Besides, I couldn't see if that other broad had a ring on her finger or not...
I looked around at the bar -- I needed someone to get the friend off my back while I played my hand with the dancing bride...
"Hey," I said to the guy a couple of stools away. He was reasonable good-looking, not overly buffed and seemed in control of himself. He looked at me, "yes?"
"See that blonde dancing with the brunette?" I asked and indicated whom I meant without pointing.
"Yes?" he asked again. A man of few words. I liked him.
"How about we double-tag them, you take Blondie, I'll have the brunette?" I proposed. He looked back at the dance floor and studied her a bit more.
"Deal," he finally said and we clinked our beers together in a toast, sealing the pact.
It didn't take long before the dancing stopped. Blondie returned to the table while my brunette came to the bar to order another round of fancy drinks.
"I have this round," I said to her as I positioned myself next to her, "a slight token of my appreciation of the... impressive dancing." Letting her see the desire in my eyes, I smiled at her.
She blushed, deep red. She looked like she didn't know whether to be grateful or offended, so I quickly continued, "my name's Jonathan."
"Ehh... Elizabeth but everyone calls me Betty," she said, still a bit confused. Confused was fine with me, that's usually an advantage.
"My friend here," I said with a hand gesture, indicating my ally for the night, "was very much taken aback with your friend out there. I was wondering if you'd introduce him to her?"
I could practically see the wheels turning in her head. If her friend and
my
friend ended up together, talking or... whatever, that would leave her alone with me. She reached the conclusion that this was acceptable though and smiled at my friend.
