It was an early Saturday evening in Los Angeles, my wife Kory and I had just finished a lovely dinner at one of our favorite restaurants and were headed home to a nice, quiet evening of romance. We'd been married two years, and there was no other woman in the world that I wanted more. As we hurled along the darkened freeway I realized that I could very well be the luckiest man alive. The radio was on but I wasn't listening. Hell, I was hardly paying attention to the road.
Kory was wearing a tight, gray V-neck sweater that stretched across her round breasts and outlined her stiff nipples perfectly. I loved it when she went without a bra. The low cut neck was just right, exposing enough cleavage to give any man within eyeshot a nice, tall hard-on. The sweater went perfectly with her short plaid skirt, white knee-high socks and black Mary Jane's. Our friends would sometimes accuse her of dressing like a child, but I never once encouraged her to quit. Her long, black hair was tied into pigtails on either side of her head just the way I liked.
"I can't wait to get you home," I said, aware of the bulge forming in my jeans as I studied her outfit. I took a hand off the steering wheel and rested it in my lap, rubbing the bulge, wanting nothing more than to get a look at what was hiding under that plaid skirt.
Her gaze turned from the window, she saw my hand and what I was rubbing. She smiled; twisting in her seat to get a better view, hunger dancing in her eyes like fire. She unfastened her seat belt and slid a little closer.
"What are you doing?" she asked, her breath warm against my ear. One of her hands moved to my lap to take control of my stick. I closed my eyes with pleasure, remembered I was driving, and quickly gained composure.
"We'll be home in a few minutes," I said trying to coax her hand away from my groin. "If you keep this up we could get into an accident."
"I don't want to go home just yet," she purred. "Let's get some drinks, maybe some dancing. It'll be fun."
I liked the idea, alcohol always brought out the best of Kory in the bedroom. We arrived at a bar down Sunset slightly after nine o'clock. We found a space out front, parked and went in. The place was packed with men and women drinking and laughing and generally having a good time. We walked up to the bar and I ordered two vodka tonic's. Kory pointed to a table near the back. We fought our way through the crowd, holding our drinks aloft to avoid spilling them. Kory led the way holding my hand.
I got a bit too close to a cute blonde as I tried to squeeze past and for a brief moment my stiff member nestled itself into the crack of her ass. We were both fully clothed and the contact was only momentary, yet it was exciting none the less. She turned and smiled.
"Excuse you." She said playfully. I smiled back, apologized and continued through the crowd.
We sat down at the table, which had a perfect view of the dance floor, and scanned the crowd. It was a good mix of people. They all bounced and gyrated to the music, and I even found myself tapping my toe to the beat.
That's when I thought I felt Kory's fingers tugging on the zipper of my jeans. I looked down. That's exactly what was happening.
"What are you doing?" I asked through a smile, but she was so intent on my zipper she didn't seem to hear me.
She had my cock out within seconds and I suddenly found myself surrounded by strangers who could all get an eyeful of my swollen member. I looked around, a bit nervous, but no one was paying attention. We were in a private corner, but not quite private enough for our needs.
"Don't you think you should put that away?" I asked, not really wanting her to.
She gestured for me to be quiet and that was all the persuasion I needed. If my wife wasn't worried about being seen, then neither was I.
My head lolled slowly back and I gasped with pleasure as her head fell into my lap. I penetrated her soft, pink lips; her tongue danced along the head of my shaft. Her mouth was warm and wet and felt incredible. Her head began to bob up and down on my prick in time to the music. I began to moan softly as I crept along the back of her throat, my pubic hair tickling her nose. I instinctively palmed the back of her head as she sucked and my moans intensified.
I opened my eyes and glanced around just in case someone (or everyone) was watching. We continued undetected so I loosened up a bit; I wasn't going to allow fear of exposure to ruin a perfect evening. The music and commotion swelled around us but somehow it seemed as though we were alone, lost in a crowd of obscurity.
Then my gaze fell upon the blonde from earlier and our eyes met. She smiled remembering our encounter and I stiffened, barely managing to return her smile. She was squinting through the crowd, trying to get a better idea of what was going on under the table.
Suddenly Kory broke my grip and rose out of my lap, now swallowing me with her dark hazel eyes. She wiped away a thin stream of saliva from the corner of her mouth.
"Do you like that?" She asked, now working my cock with her hand. The blonde accessed the situation and hid her sudden amusement and shock behind her frothy drink.
"Yes," I answered Kory and she went right back to work giving me the best blowjob of her career. From across the room, the blonde hiked up her skirt and blew me a kiss. I watched the strobe lights bounce against her creamy thighs and black, satin panties. Then she waved goodbye and disappeared into the crowd.
"Did you see that?" I asked, knowing she hadn't. Kory took my penis out of her mouth and looked around.
"See what?" She asked.
"That girl over there just flashed her panties at me," I said.
"Was she hot?" Her fingers were skillfully working on me again. I couldn't lie to my wife, especially when she had a hold of my dick.
"She was hot," I said.
"Do you want to fuck her?" She asked playfully.
"I'd rather fuck you," I said. Kory squealed with delight and quickened her pace on my cock. I was almost ready to cum when she stopped and stood up.
"Zip up," she said, "We're going home."
Two minutes later we were back in the car headed for Tarzana. Kory was massaging my cock through my jeans, keeping it stiff. I thought about those black, satin panties all the way home.
"Looks like Jamie is home tonight," Kory said suddenly, referring to our roommate. His car greeted us as we pulled into the carport. "But he's not going to keep me from giving you the fuck of your life"
We went inside and found Jamie asleep on the couch, the television glowing quietly in the background. We snuck past his prone body and sprinted quietly down the hall to our bedroom.
I barely had time to close the door before that gray sweater found its way onto the floor. Kory's nipples were hard pink knots at the ends of her breasts; I squeezed them with both hands and buried my face into her chest. I could smell her sweet perfume as I peppered her breasts with kisses. Her hands worked their way to my pants and began to work on my zipper. A moment later, I was stepping out of my fallen laundry, my stiff cock standing at attention in front of me. Kory fell to her knees, picking up right where she left of in the bar.
My cock slid smoothly between her parted lips, plunging deep into her throat. She gripped my ass forcing my cock completely into her mouth. My body began to spasm with pleasure. I was ready to spurt. I grabbed her ponytails and began to tug at them, moaning and rocking my hips.
As she sucked she removed the rest of her clothes. I pulled my shirt up over my head and let it fall to the floor. We moved to the bed, completely naked, and settled onto the cushiony, queen-size mattress. Our mouths locked in a passionate kiss, our tongues danced together happily; our hands explored each other in the darkened world that was our bedroom. I rolled on top of my wife and spread her legs with my knees. Her pussy pulled apart and her wet lips glistened under the soft glow of the security light outside the bedroom window.
