Warning: Wet Dreams :0 )  

queenpeach 47M/40F
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8/12/2005 3:40 pm

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

Warning: Wet Dreams :0 )


I sometimes lie awake at night and imagine myself being seduced by a tall, handsome, red-headed stranger. the story begins a little something like this:

My husband often takes me out to eat, but we are often alone, so I am usually not dressed up. One particular night, we get the night to ourselves, so I decide to dress up a little bit. I fix my hair, put on my make-up and dress up in my shortest mini skirt and V-neck shirt that really shows off my D-cup tits. As I sit alone in the restaurant sipping on a margarita, waiting for my significant other to return from the men's room, I am approached by a handsome stranger. He introduces himself to me as Rusty. I look him over from the feet up. He is tall, about 6'1" or so, athletic build, bulging biceps, nice tight ass, beautiful green eyes and the most perfect head of red hair I've ever seen. He's wearing his work clothes: work boots, faded Levis jeans, an old shirt (nicely worn, but untorn) that fits tight against his chest and hugs his muscular upper arms....Oh, he's an angel sent to me from heaven. Our eyes lock as he introduces himself and asks me if the other seat is taken.

I, of course, tell him that the seat is taken by my husband, but that he's welcome to have a seat for a few minutes. I motion for the waiter to come over to us and ask him what he would like to drink. He orders a draught beer, Bud Select, just like my old man. The waiter leaves us to get his beer. He turns again to me and locks my eyes. I feel as though I'm in a transe. I know my husband could be back at any minute, but I can't break this spell that I feel I'm under. Rusty is sitting with his back to the restrooms, so I am clearly able to see when my husband comes out of the restrooms. He just looks at me and smiles, then nods his head to me and rubs his crotch as he takes a seat in the booth just down from the table. He continues to sit and watch me. I smile at him and lick my lips, giving a flash of what's underneath of my skirt....nothing but warm pussy.

I continue to watch him from where I'm sitting as I'm sipping my margarita. Rusty is still talking, but by now I'm not listening to what he's saying...I'm enjoying the attention from across the room too much. I lick my lips and suck on the straw in my glass provocatively. By this time I know that both of them are watching me very closely. I spread my legs under the table and give my husband a good shot from across the room, and watch him as he starts to rub his crotch under the table. I can't see him getting hard, but I know that he is by the look on his face and the way he moving around try to find the right position to sit. I pretend that I've "accidentally" dropped my napkin in the floor to my side just to have the opportunity to lean over and show both men the view of my ample breasts. Both are staring as I lean over, and as I come back upright to my seat, I smile a mischevious grin at each of them.

As I sit sipping my margarita with Rusty, watching my husband across the room, I put one hand into my lap. Ever so slyly, I inch my skirt up just a bit until I am comfortable that it is far enough up that I can sit my hand in my lap and finger my pussy easily. I dip one finger in, then rub my clit just enough to make it send shivers up my spine. My, that pussy is nice and wet. I easily put two fingers in and feel my pussy sucking them in like it's starving to death. I close my eyes and lick my lips, feeling like I am all alone instead of sitting in the middle of a restaurant. I open my eyes to find Rusty staring at me, knowing that he has seen the look on my face and knows what I am doing. My husband, on the other hand, has been watching what I am doing, and I know for sure that he is ate up with envy at not being able to touch me from across the room. I can see that he has scooted a little further into the booth and removed his rock-hard cock from its cage and started to stroke it.

I kick my shoe off and rub my toes up and down the pant leg of Rusty. He seems a little surprised, but is not at all bothered by my attentions. I move my foot further up his leg until my toe rests on top of his cock. It is hard in his pants. I look him in the eyes, and he's watching me, tell him I want to feel his cock. He unzips his pants under the table and pulls his cock from within. I rub my toes gently across the head of his cock and down the shaft. My pussy is so wet, it feels like I'm going to slide out of the chair. It feels so nice, though, and I can't stop thinking about having a hard cock shoved up into it.

Just then, to my surprise, my husband gets up from the booth and walks over to where I'm sitting. He shoves his hand down inside of my shirt and cups by tit in his hand. He kissed my neck and nibbles my ear as he whispers to me, "I want to fuck you so bad right now." and then he just walks away. Rusty just looks on as I follow my husband with my eyes. I see he is leaving the restaurant. Rusty just looks at me and says, "Well, what are you waiting for? Follow him." So I just kind of nod and get up and start to walk out. Just then I notice that Rusty is getting up to follow me.

I walk out the front door of the restaurant and notice that my husband is standing in the shadows of the building down at the corner. He catches my eye and then starts to turn the corner of the building. I continue to follow him in the darkness. As I turn the corner, I hear footsteps following me. Just as I pop around the corner, my husband grabs me and throws me against the building and kisses me hard. He shoves his tongue down my throat and shoves his hand up the front of my skirt and puts two fingers into my wet pussy. Oh my god, that feels amazing. He pulls my skirt up to my waist and drops to his knees. He starts to lick my pussy. His tongue flickers back and forth across my clit before he starts to suckle on it like a nipple. I am writhing against the building, trying to control the urge to scream. I look up to see Rusty peeking around the corner watching us. That really turned me on.

My husband stands up and starts to kiss me. I can taste my love juices on his lips. It tastes so good. Now, I just want to feel his rock-hard cock in my mouth. I drop to my knees and undo the button to his pants and his zipper. His cock come flying out into my face. I cup his balls and start to massage them gently. I suck on the head of his delicious cock and then take him all the way to the bottom of the shaft. I can feel him spasming from the excitement. It's almost like he wants to blow his load right there, but it's just not time yet. I seem him look up while my mouth is on his dick to the corner of the building. He notices that Rusty is staring at us...so he nods his head in a manner that invites him to come over and join us. Now, this is unexpected.

Rusty doesn't mind. He walks right over to us and unzips his pants. He knows exactly why he called him over there....because I wanted to get a piece of him. So there I am, on my knees on the side of a restaurant, with two beautiful, hard cocks in my face. What is a girl to do? I wrap one hand around each shaft and gently tug for them to move closer so that I can suck on both of them....first one, then the other. Both are so hard now, and I can hardly stand to just feel them in my mouth anymore. There is some sort of metal something or another close by, so I look over to it, and motion for them to go over that way.

Once at the metal contraption (not sure what it is, but it's sturdy enough), I quickly lean over so that one of gentleman callers can come in from behind and fill my hot pussy up with cock. My husband is quick to motion to Rusty that it's okay if he takes a stab at it first. So Rusty moves in behind me, and slides his hard cock right up between my legs into the wetness of my pussy. OOOOOhhhhh, that feels so good. I can feel my juices flowing, and hear the squishing of our wetness working together as a he moves his dick in and out. Meanwhile, my husband moves over to the front of me and sticks his dick and my face and tells me to suck it. I like it when he demands me to do something, so I wrap my lips around it like I'm starving for cock. As Rusty pounds my pussy from behind, I suck on my husband's cock and use my hands to stroke his shaft.

Rusty was pumping me from behind and I was sucking cock in the front. I was in extasy the way I was feeling at that moment. Just then, I felt my husband start to spasm a little in my hand, so I started stroking harder and harder as I sucked the head of his cock. With one hand I was stroking his shaft, with the other I was gently massaging his balls. Just as I started to cum myself, I felt the his balls pull up and he started squirting his creamy load into my mouth. Oh, the taste of his cum was heaven to me...so creamy and thick. With all the commotion at the front of the line, poor Rusty was just working alone. After my husband finished cumming, I was still sucking on his somewhat-hard cock at this point, milking it for every drop. As I was doing that, Rusty started shuddering and moaning loudly as he pulled his dick from my pussy. I took a step back and shot his load all over my ass cheeks and then rubbed the head of his cock between my legs again. I turned and dropped to my knees and suck my juices from his cock as it started to shrink back down. He just smiled at me, and looked at my husband as he quickly thanked him for letting him be a part of our evening. My husband just told him that it was most enjoyable, but we'd better be getting home now.

As Rusty zipped up his pants and walked away, I winked at him. I think he'll remember this night for a long time to come. I turned to my husband and gave him a long, wet kiss and thanked him for what he'd done for me. He knew that we'd probably never see Rusty again, so he figured there was no harm. And if we did happen to run into him again, then we would just have to make another trip to the side of the building for old time's sake...... ;0 )

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