I gave his cock a promising squeeze through his pants. “That’s what I want you to do. And from what I am feeling, you are pretty big too.”
His hand reached up under my skirt and he was a little surprised to find my pussy bare, shaved and wet. He flicked my clit with his finger and replied, “I’m glad your cunt is wet, otherwise I might hurt you going in,” he smiled and winked. It’s amazing the things a guy will say once his cock gets hard.
We fooled around at the bar a little bit longer, shoving down another round of drinks. “So what is a beautiful, sexy woman like you doing alone in a place like this?” he asked me.
“I didn’t say I was alone,” I said. “I’m married.”
Steven looked like his chances of getting lucky were suddenly fading away, so I added, “But I’m frustrated. My husband doesn’t look at me anymore the way he used to. And when we have sex, he’s finished in five minutes. I get a ‘thank you’ kiss, and he rolls over and falls asleep, leaving me frustrated and unsatisfied.”
This little story that I was telling Steven was, of course, not true. My husband has always been my best lover and always left me happy and satisfied. But this was a private little fantasy that my husband wanted to play on this night. Jack had no problem of listening to me talking him down because it was giving this guy more incentive.
If it all works out according to the way we planned it, I was going to lure Steven to our house, and my husband would follow us there in his car and sneak into the house while we were already fucking. Steven was swallowing my neglected-housewife story up, hook, line, and sinker.
“Your husband is a fucking idiot! I would be fucking you three times a day if you were mine,” Steven said.
“Yeah, you’re not the first man that told me that. But why don’t we make a night of it?” I suggested while licking my lips. “My husband isn’t home. Every Saturday night he goes to the sports bar with his work colleagues, and he never comes in before 2:00 am. We got plenty of time,” I said, weaving my web of seduction around him.
I removed my hand from Steven’s bulging crotch and he pulled his fingers from my dripping pussy. We got up from our stools and walked together to the door. I quickly blew my husband a kiss and hinted with my eyes that he needed to follow us home.
In the parking lot, Steven hiked my skirt and grabbed my naked ass. I loved his aggressive behavior, but I batted his hand away and said, “Wait until we get to my house.”
While directing Steve along the way, I was sure my husband was following close behind us. I was feeling so hot and horny, I was already living on the edge of orgasm. I knew it would only take a few touches to get me there. While we were on the road, I lowered the visor to use the mirror to re-apply my lipstick.
Although it was a fifteen-minute drive, I wanted to make sure Steven was still hard and ready for me when we arrived, so along the way, I reached over and opened his fly, and pulled his horse out of the barn, and stroked it softly up and down with my delicate fingers. Steven kept his eyes on the road, and by the expression on his face, I could see how much he was enjoying the sensuous touch of my fingers petting and stroking his cock.
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