Missy walked into the club trying to do her best impression
of someone being inconspicuous. Trying to blend in and be
unnoticed would be impossible, her husband Jay had seen to
that. He had picked out her wardrobe for this evening, and
quite honestly it was an evening she didn’t know if
she could finish. When Jay had picked out the heels, skirt,
and blouse that she was wearing now, she was quite surprised
at its’ relatively simple nature. Sure the heels were
sexy, and the skirt was short, and the blouse was tight, but
it wasn’t Jay’s usually style. It wasn’t
sexy enough. But, what she hadn’t realized was that
her entire outfit consisted of those three items. No bra,
no thong, nothing underneath.
Not having on panties wasn’t a problem,
she’d just have to watch it when she sat down; but the
absence of a bra was blatantly obvious. Missy’s 38D
breasts moved freely under the blouse, and the cool night
air had the desired effect on her nipples. She looked like
a woman looking for sex.
The first thing she did when she entered the
club was to look for Jay. She found him sitting alone in a
booth along a wall overseeing the dance floor. He had a drink
of some kind and he noticeably perked up when she entered
the room. Truth be told, several men perked up and took notice
of her when she entered the club.
According to the plan, she walked up to the
bar and asked for a drink. She and Jay always drank non-alcoholic
drinks on excursions like this. They didn’t want anything
clouding their judgment, and the only way Jay could get a
real rush out of this is if he knew that Missy was doing it
of her own free will.
She sat at the bar until she was finally approached
by a man. He looked to be in his late thirties, and while
he seemed nice enough, Missy just didn’t care for him.
She did oblige him and dance with him for a couple of songs,
and he did try to make several passes at her, but it just
wasn’t working for her.
She had regained her seat at the bar for only
a couple of minutes when she was tapped on the shoulder. She
turned, maybe expecting it to be Jay with a change in plans,
but instead it was another hopeful suitor. A younger guy,
probably around 28 asked her nicely if she would like to dance.
From where Jay was sitting, it all looked
to be going well. The guy smiled and spoke to Missy. She smiled
back very warmly; Jay was sure this was a winner. The guy
motioned towards the dance floor, and Missy carefully hopped
off her stool and followed the young man. Jay made a quick
trip over to the Jay and made a “request” for
three consecutive slow songs. Asking nicely, and twenty dollars,
got Jay what he wanted.
The first song began, and the guy showed genuine
surprise that it was a slow song. He and Missy both shrugged,
and embraced for the dance. The dance started innocently enough,
but Missy began to dance a little more suggestively. She brushed
her breasts across the mans’ chest several times, then
moved closer to grind against his crotch. Then, all at once
she motioned towards a loose strap on one heel, and walked
to the edge of the dance floor to a dark corner between the
back wall and a booth. She raised her foot onto a stool to
fix the strap, and when she did her short skirt rode up her
ass; leaving the bottom half of her butt exposed. The only
people with a view of the show where the young man, and Jay
sitting in strategically located booth in the balcony above.
After fixing the strap, she turned and smiled innocently at
the guy and resumed the dance. Her dancing continued to get
more suggestive. At one point she turned her back to the guy
and started grinding her butt against his crotch. She placed
his hands on her hips and led them up and down. When his hands
drifted to her thighs, she led them back up under her skirt.
His hands were rubbing her bare hips and squeezing her ass.
The darkness of the dance floor hid their actions, and they
continued to move rhythmically so as not to draw attention.
Missy parted her legs slightly farther and bent a little at
the waist. Her eyes slowly closed and her mouth parted like
it was making an “ooohhhh” sound. The guy was
playing with his wife’s clit right there on the dance
floor. Missy let him fondle her for about fifteen seconds,
and then she turned and whispered something in his ear. Jay
couldn’t heat it, but he knew what she was saying. The
guy smiled at her, and they walked off the floor and out of
Jay sat in the booth for ten more minutes.
It was not a planned amount of time; that was how long it
took for his erection to subside and allow him to walk out.
He walked the three blocks back to the hotel room. His mind
raced as to the events that were unfolding in some unknown
location. Where they in a hotel room? His apartment? A car?
And what was occurring? What would she allow
him to do to her? Was she the dominant one, or had he taken
control? The anticipation was just as much fun as actually
being told about the events from his wife.
He got back onto the hotel room and took off
all his clothes. He laid on the bed and masturbated to the
thoughts of what was occurring with his wife. He would get
himself on the verge of orgasm and then stop, not wanting
to ruin the return of his wife. He could feel his balls tightening.
One hour later he heard the card key being
entered into the door to their room. The lights had been turned
out except for one lamp by the door. Jay could see that Missy’s
hair was tussled and her skirt was not arranged straight.
He could also see her make-up had gotten smeared. He sat up
against some pillows and continued to stroke his cock.
“Tell me”, was all he said.
“We went to a hotel about two blocks
from here. He was already staying there, I believe it was
on the fourth or fifth floor, but we were making out in the
elevator so I wasn’t really keeping track. I was holding
my ankles and had my skirt flipped up over my ass. He was
standing behind me finger fucking me and telling me what he
was going to do to me. We got off the elevator and walked
down the hall to his room. We got through the door, and he
pulled up my blouse and started sucking and kissing my breasts.”
With that, she pulled her blouse off and showed
her tits to Jay. They were red were they had been rubbed so
much, and there were fingernail marks around her ribcage.
Jay continued to stroke himself, and it was getting harder
to delay the rapidly approaching orgasm.
“He led me over to the bed and pushed
me down onto my stomach. He told me that he didn’t want
foreplay, that he just wanted to use me for pleasure. I heard
him take off is clothes, and I wanted to turn and watch him,
but he told me to stay where I was. I did manage to see his
reflection in the mirror. His cock was average size, but his
balls were massive. They were easily the biggest I’d
ever seen. I felt him flip my skirt up over my ass and mount
me from behind. His balls brushed the back of my thighs as
I parted my legs to allow him entrance. He slid all the way
in on the first stroke. He didn’t take it slow; didn’t
seem interested in making it last. We were on the fast track
to intense orgasms. He pounded in and out of me for about
three minutes before I orgasmed the first time. With each
forceful stroke his large balls would bang against my clit,
and the sensation was more than I could stand. After about
two more minutes of hard thrusting he told me he was ready.
Just the thought of the huge load that would come from a set
of balls that big made me orgasm again. I clinched my cunt
muscles around him and milked his cock. He grabbed my ass
for extra control, and I could feel his cock start to spasm.”
Jay was glad this story was wrapping up. It
was becoming inhumanly possible to keep an orgasm of this
magnitude bottled up. He wasn’t going to last.
“I thought he would pull his cock out
and cum all over my ass, or flip me over and let me watch
it squirt all over my chest. But he didn’t. He groaned
loudly and slammed deep in my cunt and stayed there. After
a second, I felt a burst of cum shoot inside me. It was followed
by three more bursts that I could feel filling me up. It was
more cum than I could accommodate, and I could feel it running
out from inside me.
He pulled his drained cock out and never said
another word. I stood up and pulled my blouse and skirt down.
I couldn’t walk very fast, but I made my way out of
the hotel. The walk here was a total daze, I’m not sure
I can remember it. What I can remember is him draining all
that cum inside me…”
With that, she pushed her skirt to the floor
and stepped out of it. Standing there in just her heels, Jay
could see the cum still running out from inside her shaved
slit. She looked like she’d been ravaged.
The story finally took its toll on Jay. With
a grunt and a final stroke, a long white stream of cum shot
out of Jay’s cock and landed on his chest. Two smaller
shots landed on his stomach. Now, he was drained.
He and Missy were a mess. They decided to
take a shower together and have some time with each other.
Sometimes, you have to settle for having a perfect evening.