Wife's Wet Night Out

I went out with my friends last night, they were all single girls, we planned it as a night of fun. Two of my other friends in relationships refused to come, or maybe their partners refused to let them come. My husband was not bothered "Go have fun," he said. "I will be home and besides I am behind on my writing and need to hit my targets in peace." He was always secure in himself or maybe he just underestimated how desirable I was, I wore my sexiest lingerie and my shortest dress, the black one, the one that I realistically could not wear on daylight because of how short it was, he watched me as I dressed while still being drawn to his work

I kissed him on the neck as I left, he rubbed his hand against the inside of my thigh as I walked out and said nothing as he focused, his attention back on his work.

I got to the club, the music was loud, the vibe was just right, my friends had already warmed the place up and they were making friends. I could feel the heat off their bodies, these girls meant business and were not going to leave and go home alone tonight.

I sat on one of the highchairs, and one of the boys broke away from his friends came and spoke to me, boldly and arrogantly- I liked it. He was far too close and the highchair conspired with my short black dress to make me look very available. He was wide, muscular wide, beautifully dressed and groomed and his smell was beautiful as he leaned close to me to talk to me.

I could not hear a word he said, he pulled me off the chair, I suppose he liked the song as he was coaxing me to follow his rhythm as he danced. I danced, he brought his body closer to me and I could feel him as we moved in sync- this could end up being more fun if I would have allowed it. I enjoyed the feeling of his hard cock on me as we danced, he made me wet but I did not want him inside me, maybe another day... maybe another life I thought. Pity because he looked like the beautiful and strong type of man that would keep you spread over him as the sun rose two mornings later.

I had other plans, I kissed him goodbye at the end of the night. He got too close again, we kissed goodnight and he put his tongue into my mouth- I liked it and then slid his hand under my knickers and touched my clit, I let him linger there for a moment as I continued to kiss him. I pulled away, gave him a peck on his cheek and closed to door to my taxi home.

I walked into my house, my husband was asleep, I took my shoes off and jumped straight into the bed. My husband turned in my direction as I entered the bed, he was feral, in one swift motion, he opened my legs, and with his cock navigated through my knickers and entered me effortlessly. It was as if he could smell the completion on me and was out to prove his prowess. I was already so wet so he must have suspected something, the extent of his suspicion I could not tell as he genuinely did not mind other men flirting with me.

His cock grew harder as he continued to push himself deeper and deeper into me. I was always completely open to him and he always let himself into me without asking-I liked that bout him, and he always did exactly what he wanted, for however long he wanted and if he wanted to- it was the archaic characteristic of him.

"You have been very naughty tonight," is the only thing he said to me as he put me on all my fours and continued to pound me even deeper, harder and faster. I did not respond, all I did was keep myself wet and let him do with me as he pleased.

He pinned me back onto my back, still deep inside me, this time kissing my bare breasts and my neck, my black dress now only occupying my midsection like a belt, I dug my nails into his back, squeezed my legs around him drawing him even deeper inside me. I held on as I exploded at the same time as he exploded deep, warm and juicy deep inside, me.

We both fell asleep like this...