I Wonder If My Hubby Knows I am a Slut
by Lord Byron
I am excited about dinner tonight. My hubby George and I are going out to dinner with his business colleague Mark. They have monthly staff meetings in town and Mark drives about 4 hours from out of town to attend and when he does, Mark has made it a monthly ritual to have my Hubby and I join him for dinner. He either comes alone or brings his financial controller depending on the meeting topics they cover.
Mark is a 6’5” black man who because of his chiseled jaw and inset eyes could have chosen acting or modeling instead of being in manufacturing. His well-toned body is from his weight lifting regimen that he shares with his son. He always dresses with a lot of class, wears expensive shoes and matching belt tight around his six pack abs and tucked in collared shirt. I get wet thinking about him and become extra horny around the time of his visits.
This month, Mark is traveling alone which is what I have been waiting for. I have been flirting with him at our dinners for a number of months now. My plan this trip is to move it along and sleep with him. I ache to taste him, to feel him inside me and to wear him out with my sex drive. Hubby hasn’t caught on to my desires or should I say if he has, he hasn’t mentioned anything about it. He knows better than to bring it up because I have trained him not to question me about anything by making it very painful for him when he does.
When I flirt with others when he is around…admittedly sometimes I just can’t help myself, and he finds the courage to complain to me about it whether I’m doing it with Mark or anyone else for that matter I immediately turn his words around on him by bringing up his financial analyst, Karen and how I just know he is having an affair with her. Or I might accuse him of being addicted to porn, or remind him how he looked at some girl at the mall and how inconsiderate it was to me.
It’s so easy to turn the conversation back on him. After I wear him down with my nonsense, he ends up giving in and the problem goes away. I then cut him off for a couple of weeks and give him the silent treatment and let him know in no uncertain terms that he is just an annoyance to me. In fact, I usually do more flirting and come home late as his punishment for trying to control me. It works every time.
You see, I play a conservative prude with my hubby because I never want him to catch on to the fact that his wife is a slut. If I am not a slut with Hubby, how can he think I am with others. He is so easy to manipulate; I shame him from his thoughts about my flirting and I let him enjoy my body just often enough that it keeps him interested but wanting more. I like to prance around the bedroom with a sexy night gown or tight top on. Sometimes I do it just to fuck with him and keep him off balance. Plus, when I get his head wound up like this, it allows me more freedom because the last thing he wants to do is question me and get me going again about his sexual problems.
After our dinners with Mark, it has become customary for hubby and me to race home and fuck. After seeing Mark, I am always really horny and sopping wet and am an easy lay on these occasions. I just can’t help it, after flirting with Mark I need satisfaction.
I know Hubby looks forward to these nights because he gets the benefit of Marks visit too. While these nights are filled with high energy sex, in general I don’t want him to know just how much I enjoy fucking and how much of a slut I really am but sometimes it’s really hard to hide it. I generally act like I’ve had too much to drink in case I need an excuse. I let him get a taste of my horny side at times because I do think that being a horny girl for my hubby occasionally allows me to keep him happy and in check while I get away with flirting and fucking other men. Basically, if I really give it to him from time to time, how can he feel that I am finding satisfaction elsewhere, particularly with the low sex drive I fake with him. And Marks visits are a great trigger for me.
A while ago, after one of our after-dinner sex sessions Hubby attempted to try and be an Alpha male with me by suggesting that I may have been a little flirty with Mark at dinner. A slut wife has to act quickly to dispel this type of behavior from a dutiful Hubby. I immediately took control of his mind and told him he was clearly mistaken.
“You were the one that was flirting with our waitress.
I just didn’t want to hurt your feelings by accusing you of what Mark and I saw was obvious. The fact that you feel the need to bring up such a thought shows that I just caught you because you are trying to turn the tables on me to try and hide your own guilt.
“Do not try and accuse me of something that you are guilty of doing”, I scolded him.
Of course, my rants go on for a while, the more painful I make it for him bringing it up the less likely he will do it again. Then I make sure my Hubby’s life is very uncomfortable for a few weeks to the point that he will think long and hard before accusing his prudish wife again.
During these “training sessions”, I go out more, stay out late and fuck my other studs daily during his punishment period. He just thinks I am ignoring him for his selfish actions toward me when in fact I am rewarding myself for how good I am at controlling his mind, it gives me a high that turns on my sex drive.
Now on to Our Dinner
The afternoon of our dinner with Mark, I go to the gym then to my manicurist. I come home to soak in a bubble bath after shaving my pussy, legs and armpits. While in the tub relaxing, I put my libido in high gear by plugging in one of my Hubby’s interracial porn movies. You see, not only do I like to tease others, I like to tease myself too. When I get out of the tub, I am dripping wet but not from the bath water.
My masseuse arrives at 3:00. I have both male and female masseuses and enjoy sex with them all. Today I choose to have Sandy so I don’t have to wrestle with my big cock temptation. Sandy has very talented fingers and mouth and knowing I am getting prepared for my dinner tonight she teases me just short of an orgasm and leaves me after our hour breathing heavy like a horny nympho crack addict. I have to get control of myself before putting on my makeup.
Around 6:00 I hear Hubby downstairs,
“Honey, I’m home. Are you about ready for our dinner with Mark?”
Little does he know just how ready I am. I walk down the stairs and into the kitchen where he is mixing us a drink. Hubby turns and looks me up and down.
“My God, you look fucking amazing. You are wearing my favorite dress.”
I have on my sexy black spaghetti strapped cocktail dress. It really emphasizes my well-toned figure to the max. It fits tight in all the right places and stops well short of my knees, not quite a mini dress but just about. My cleavage is meant to be eye catching to say the least because in addition to my D cup breast augmentation I also added the falsies I used to wear before my surgery to make my twins stand out proudly.
I reply “I wanted to look extra special for you tonight, dear. Do you like what you see?”
With the intended drama, I brush my freshly curled long brunette hair aside to give him a full-frontal view of my outfit and then slowly turn for him. This won’t be the last time I make this move tonight. It just won’t be for the benefit of my Hubby. I already texted a picture of me to Mark to let him know I am looking forward to dinner with him. Wait until he sees me in person. I think it will have the intended affect.
“You have the most incredible hour glass figure and the most amazing legs I have ever seen. Your breasts are so incredible tonight that my tongue is getting hard just looking at you.”
I smile, “Honey, you are too kind. I pulled this together last minute. I got caught up in my chores today and lost track of time. I’m glad you like it.”
We pick Mark up from his hotel on the way to dinner. Getting out of the passenger side I stand tall with my 5” heels and wait for him to give me a hug and a kiss. My hand squeezes his firm ass cheek as he pulls me close which is something I have done with him a number of times before, my hubby fully ******* of his slutty wife’s move or intended result. As Hubby walks back around the car to the driver’s side, I return to the front seat while grabbing Marks hand pulling him in with me,
“Mark, tell us about your trip. I hope it was smooth sailing for you.”
I slide to the center, my Hubby in the driver side to my left and my soon to be lover snugly to my right.
My idea worked perfectly just as I intended. During our drive to the restaurant, Mark would talk to my Hubby turning his head toward him only to have his sexy eyes find my cleavage and tanned legs right next to him. Our sides, hips and legs were pressed tightly together. Every bump the car absorbed caused my breasts to giggle ever so proudly in their D cups. With each turn, I would grab Marks leg with my right hand to “keep my balance.” Some of my grabs intentionally were around his upper thigh, within inches of his manhood. I enjoy teasing my prey. Men are so predictable.
Arriving at the restaurant, Hubby drops us off at the door before parking the car. Mark and I walk inside together. The sexy hostess thinks we are a couple as we enter, I’m holding his hand. I have no intention of waiting for Hubby,
“Can we go ahead and be seated.” I ask the hostess?
Arriving at our table, instead of leaving the open seat across from Mark and sitting so I would be across from my Hubby as a wife would be expected to do, I sit right across from Mark placing Hubby across from no one, like a third wheel.
“Oh Mark, it is so good to see you again. You look delicious tonight. I have been looking forward to our dinner all week.”
“You look like you should be on the cover of Vogue, it’s all I can do to keep my eyes off you.” Mark replied.
I smiled a devilish smile, and flipped my hair away from my breasts. “I hope I didn’t touch something I shouldn’t have on our drive over, I just needed help from your strong leg to help keep my balance.”
I caught myself about to say something to Mark about his other leg just as Hubby arrived at the table, that thought filed away for later.
“Honey, you made it. I needed to go ahead and sit; you know I wear my high heels for you but they are difficult to stand in for very long. Mark do you like my high heels?”
Thinking he needs a better look, I stand next to him at the table and do my model pose for him, showing him my legs and heels. Then just like I did earlier at home for Hubby, I slowly turn 360 degrees to show him my outfit flinging my hair toward my back to reveal my deep cleavage as I seductively returned to my seat. I watched Marks eyes to see them getting an eye full. Hubby on the other hand, just set there, really not knowing what to say or do. Through training, he knows better than to say anything except flattery. He managed to say, “my favorite dress,” then took a drink of his water.
“You look amazing, Mark exclaimed, your hubby is very lucky to have a wife as beautiful as you. More importantly, thank you for joining us tonight. It would be boring without you just talking about business. Right George?” Hubby nodded affirmatively with a submissive smile as he adjusted his napkin.
“Well thank you Mark, the pleasure is all mine. Can you order me the same drink you did last month; it was delicious. It warms me deep inside. A bourbon for you honey?”
As dinner progressed, I made sure Mark saw plenty of my “attributes”. I made sure my pushed-out cleavage was there for him to enjoy. I occasionally adjust my bra, slide my hand across my pokey nipples, flick my hair away from my breasts and lick my lips and the edge of my glass all while looking deep into Marks eyes. I decided to play it up not knowing if Mark, a married man was ready to cheat on his wife. This visit, I was going to find out how far he was willing to go. Of course, I rarely ever miss getting my catch. In my opinion, if they don’t end up in bed with me, they aren’t worth it anyway.
My pussy was wet for Mark. I touched myself more than once throughout dinner seductively bringing my finger to my mouth to taste my juices. I made sure Mark noticed me enjoying my own juices. My instincts told me he wants to taste me too.
Sitting across from each other I decided to run my foot along his inner leg from ankle to thigh. It wasn’t long before he reciprocated. Feeling his socked foot caress my inner leg ran shock waves inside me. My foot reached his crotch, and as I ran it across his semi-hard cock, he gave me a very suggestive smile. I was confident that he wanted me, who wouldn’t?
Hubby excused himself to go to the men’s room, giving me my opportunity.
“Mark, I need to talk to you tomorrow, somewhere private.”
As I said the word “private” I raised my eye brows and ran my tongue along my upper lip. Hoping he would suggest we meet in his hotel room I waited for his reply.
“I will be finished with my meetings around 4:00, would my hotel room be OK for you?”
I seductively thought for a few seconds suggesting to him that I really did not expect that intimate a setting but processing it I smiled back and said, “Mark, you bad boy. Your room would be the perfect place for us.”
Just then, Hubby returned to the table.
The rest of the evening was frustrating for me and Mark. Instead of the three of us talking shop, Mark and I each knew where we would rather be and hated the fact that we had to wait until tomorrow. I drank a few Grand Marnier’s which make me both tipsy and horny. At least I will get some from my hubby tonight.
The drive from the restaurant to Marks hotel made it difficult for me to maintain my composure. Again, I am wedged between hubby and Mark in the front seat. The fact that it was dark added to my desires and allowed me a little wiggle room to tease my next conquest. His leg pressed tightly against mine, his manly smell enriching my nostrils was about all I could handle.
My right hand started with it resting on his left thigh. I squeezed his thigh with every bump and turn. His cock so close to me was something I could hardly contain myself with. Within 5 minutes, my inhibitions were quickly overcome with my lust for him. I moved my hand over to his cock hoping my husband didn’t notice.
I moved it onto his bulge. Mark seemed fine with it so I began squeezing him through his silk pants. His black cock grew as I played with it. My God, it was so thick and long. I was afraid it was going to rip right through his pants. About a mile away from the hotel I decided I better stop to give him time to regain is composure. I should have allowed for more time though.
When we pulled up to the entrance to the hotel Mark turned to me and gave me a big hug. As George got out of the car, mark whispered
“I’ll leave a key to my room for you at the desk in case you get there before I do tomorrow.”
He then got out and shook George’s hand. I just couldn’t keep from staring at Marks crotch which was on display just outside the car window. What a mass of fuck meat, no doubt he was still semi-hard from my touching him. At least George didn’t notice.
Hubby got back in the car and looked at me with a look of lust. We always fuck after our dinners with Mark. He knew what we were about to do. He pulled away from the entrance and drove to a dark spot in the parking lot and stopped the car. Without saying anything he got out of the car and came around to my door. As he opened it, he pulled my right leg toward him, I willingly obliged giving him access to my spread legs.
George immediately pushed back my dress revealing my soaked cunt. He moved in and began licking my hot snatch, moaning and repeating
“oh my God what an amazing pussy. And oh, SOOO wet. You want me don’t you. In fact, appears you can’t wait for me to get you home you’re so ready.”
He got back in our car and asked me to slide in close to him, just like I was when Mark was riding with us. He fingered me the whole drive home. I got off twice before we drove into our driveway. I wanted fucked, all the while thinking of Marks big black cock and how good it will feel tomorrow afternoon.
by Lord Byron
I am excited about dinner tonight. My hubby George and I are going out to dinner with his business colleague Mark. They have monthly staff meetings in town and Mark drives about 4 hours from out of town to attend and when he does, Mark has made it a monthly ritual to have my Hubby and I join him for dinner. He either comes alone or brings his financial controller depending on the meeting topics they cover.
Mark is a 6’5” black man who because of his chiseled jaw and inset eyes could have chosen acting or modeling instead of being in manufacturing. His well-toned body is from his weight lifting regimen that he shares with his son. He always dresses with a lot of class, wears expensive shoes and matching belt tight around his six pack abs and tucked in collared shirt. I get wet thinking about him and become extra horny around the time of his visits.
This month, Mark is traveling alone which is what I have been waiting for. I have been flirting with him at our dinners for a number of months now. My plan this trip is to move it along and sleep with him. I ache to taste him, to feel him inside me and to wear him out with my sex drive. Hubby hasn’t caught on to my desires or should I say if he has, he hasn’t mentioned anything about it. He knows better than to bring it up because I have trained him not to question me about anything by making it very painful for him when he does.
When I flirt with others when he is around…admittedly sometimes I just can’t help myself, and he finds the courage to complain to me about it whether I’m doing it with Mark or anyone else for that matter I immediately turn his words around on him by bringing up his financial analyst, Karen and how I just know he is having an affair with her. Or I might accuse him of being addicted to porn, or remind him how he looked at some girl at the mall and how inconsiderate it was to me.
It’s so easy to turn the conversation back on him. After I wear him down with my nonsense, he ends up giving in and the problem goes away. I then cut him off for a couple of weeks and give him the silent treatment and let him know in no uncertain terms that he is just an annoyance to me. In fact, I usually do more flirting and come home late as his punishment for trying to control me. It works every time.
You see, I play a conservative prude with my hubby because I never want him to catch on to the fact that his wife is a slut. If I am not a slut with Hubby, how can he think I am with others. He is so easy to manipulate; I shame him from his thoughts about my flirting and I let him enjoy my body just often enough that it keeps him interested but wanting more. I like to prance around the bedroom with a sexy night gown or tight top on. Sometimes I do it just to fuck with him and keep him off balance. Plus, when I get his head wound up like this, it allows me more freedom because the last thing he wants to do is question me and get me going again about his sexual problems.
After our dinners with Mark, it has become customary for hubby and me to race home and fuck. After seeing Mark, I am always really horny and sopping wet and am an easy lay on these occasions. I just can’t help it, after flirting with Mark I need satisfaction.
I know Hubby looks forward to these nights because he gets the benefit of Marks visit too. While these nights are filled with high energy sex, in general I don’t want him to know just how much I enjoy fucking and how much of a slut I really am but sometimes it’s really hard to hide it. I generally act like I’ve had too much to drink in case I need an excuse. I let him get a taste of my horny side at times because I do think that being a horny girl for my hubby occasionally allows me to keep him happy and in check while I get away with flirting and fucking other men. Basically, if I really give it to him from time to time, how can he feel that I am finding satisfaction elsewhere, particularly with the low sex drive I fake with him. And Marks visits are a great trigger for me.
A while ago, after one of our after-dinner sex sessions Hubby attempted to try and be an Alpha male with me by suggesting that I may have been a little flirty with Mark at dinner. A slut wife has to act quickly to dispel this type of behavior from a dutiful Hubby. I immediately took control of his mind and told him he was clearly mistaken.
“You were the one that was flirting with our waitress.
I just didn’t want to hurt your feelings by accusing you of what Mark and I saw was obvious. The fact that you feel the need to bring up such a thought shows that I just caught you because you are trying to turn the tables on me to try and hide your own guilt.
“Do not try and accuse me of something that you are guilty of doing”, I scolded him.
Of course, my rants go on for a while, the more painful I make it for him bringing it up the less likely he will do it again. Then I make sure my Hubby’s life is very uncomfortable for a few weeks to the point that he will think long and hard before accusing his prudish wife again.
During these “training sessions”, I go out more, stay out late and fuck my other studs daily during his punishment period. He just thinks I am ignoring him for his selfish actions toward me when in fact I am rewarding myself for how good I am at controlling his mind, it gives me a high that turns on my sex drive.
Now on to Our Dinner
The afternoon of our dinner with Mark, I go to the gym then to my manicurist. I come home to soak in a bubble bath after shaving my pussy, legs and armpits. While in the tub relaxing, I put my libido in high gear by plugging in one of my Hubby’s interracial porn movies. You see, not only do I like to tease others, I like to tease myself too. When I get out of the tub, I am dripping wet but not from the bath water.
My masseuse arrives at 3:00. I have both male and female masseuses and enjoy sex with them all. Today I choose to have Sandy so I don’t have to wrestle with my big cock temptation. Sandy has very talented fingers and mouth and knowing I am getting prepared for my dinner tonight she teases me just short of an orgasm and leaves me after our hour breathing heavy like a horny nympho crack addict. I have to get control of myself before putting on my makeup.
Around 6:00 I hear Hubby downstairs,
“Honey, I’m home. Are you about ready for our dinner with Mark?”
Little does he know just how ready I am. I walk down the stairs and into the kitchen where he is mixing us a drink. Hubby turns and looks me up and down.
“My God, you look fucking amazing. You are wearing my favorite dress.”
I have on my sexy black spaghetti strapped cocktail dress. It really emphasizes my well-toned figure to the max. It fits tight in all the right places and stops well short of my knees, not quite a mini dress but just about. My cleavage is meant to be eye catching to say the least because in addition to my D cup breast augmentation I also added the falsies I used to wear before my surgery to make my twins stand out proudly.
I reply “I wanted to look extra special for you tonight, dear. Do you like what you see?”
With the intended drama, I brush my freshly curled long brunette hair aside to give him a full-frontal view of my outfit and then slowly turn for him. This won’t be the last time I make this move tonight. It just won’t be for the benefit of my Hubby. I already texted a picture of me to Mark to let him know I am looking forward to dinner with him. Wait until he sees me in person. I think it will have the intended affect.
“You have the most incredible hour glass figure and the most amazing legs I have ever seen. Your breasts are so incredible tonight that my tongue is getting hard just looking at you.”
I smile, “Honey, you are too kind. I pulled this together last minute. I got caught up in my chores today and lost track of time. I’m glad you like it.”
We pick Mark up from his hotel on the way to dinner. Getting out of the passenger side I stand tall with my 5” heels and wait for him to give me a hug and a kiss. My hand squeezes his firm ass cheek as he pulls me close which is something I have done with him a number of times before, my hubby fully ******* of his slutty wife’s move or intended result. As Hubby walks back around the car to the driver’s side, I return to the front seat while grabbing Marks hand pulling him in with me,
“Mark, tell us about your trip. I hope it was smooth sailing for you.”
I slide to the center, my Hubby in the driver side to my left and my soon to be lover snugly to my right.
My idea worked perfectly just as I intended. During our drive to the restaurant, Mark would talk to my Hubby turning his head toward him only to have his sexy eyes find my cleavage and tanned legs right next to him. Our sides, hips and legs were pressed tightly together. Every bump the car absorbed caused my breasts to giggle ever so proudly in their D cups. With each turn, I would grab Marks leg with my right hand to “keep my balance.” Some of my grabs intentionally were around his upper thigh, within inches of his manhood. I enjoy teasing my prey. Men are so predictable.
Arriving at the restaurant, Hubby drops us off at the door before parking the car. Mark and I walk inside together. The sexy hostess thinks we are a couple as we enter, I’m holding his hand. I have no intention of waiting for Hubby,
“Can we go ahead and be seated.” I ask the hostess?
Arriving at our table, instead of leaving the open seat across from Mark and sitting so I would be across from my Hubby as a wife would be expected to do, I sit right across from Mark placing Hubby across from no one, like a third wheel.
“Oh Mark, it is so good to see you again. You look delicious tonight. I have been looking forward to our dinner all week.”
“You look like you should be on the cover of Vogue, it’s all I can do to keep my eyes off you.” Mark replied.
I smiled a devilish smile, and flipped my hair away from my breasts. “I hope I didn’t touch something I shouldn’t have on our drive over, I just needed help from your strong leg to help keep my balance.”
I caught myself about to say something to Mark about his other leg just as Hubby arrived at the table, that thought filed away for later.
“Honey, you made it. I needed to go ahead and sit; you know I wear my high heels for you but they are difficult to stand in for very long. Mark do you like my high heels?”
Thinking he needs a better look, I stand next to him at the table and do my model pose for him, showing him my legs and heels. Then just like I did earlier at home for Hubby, I slowly turn 360 degrees to show him my outfit flinging my hair toward my back to reveal my deep cleavage as I seductively returned to my seat. I watched Marks eyes to see them getting an eye full. Hubby on the other hand, just set there, really not knowing what to say or do. Through training, he knows better than to say anything except flattery. He managed to say, “my favorite dress,” then took a drink of his water.
“You look amazing, Mark exclaimed, your hubby is very lucky to have a wife as beautiful as you. More importantly, thank you for joining us tonight. It would be boring without you just talking about business. Right George?” Hubby nodded affirmatively with a submissive smile as he adjusted his napkin.
“Well thank you Mark, the pleasure is all mine. Can you order me the same drink you did last month; it was delicious. It warms me deep inside. A bourbon for you honey?”
As dinner progressed, I made sure Mark saw plenty of my “attributes”. I made sure my pushed-out cleavage was there for him to enjoy. I occasionally adjust my bra, slide my hand across my pokey nipples, flick my hair away from my breasts and lick my lips and the edge of my glass all while looking deep into Marks eyes. I decided to play it up not knowing if Mark, a married man was ready to cheat on his wife. This visit, I was going to find out how far he was willing to go. Of course, I rarely ever miss getting my catch. In my opinion, if they don’t end up in bed with me, they aren’t worth it anyway.
My pussy was wet for Mark. I touched myself more than once throughout dinner seductively bringing my finger to my mouth to taste my juices. I made sure Mark noticed me enjoying my own juices. My instincts told me he wants to taste me too.
Sitting across from each other I decided to run my foot along his inner leg from ankle to thigh. It wasn’t long before he reciprocated. Feeling his socked foot caress my inner leg ran shock waves inside me. My foot reached his crotch, and as I ran it across his semi-hard cock, he gave me a very suggestive smile. I was confident that he wanted me, who wouldn’t?
Hubby excused himself to go to the men’s room, giving me my opportunity.
“Mark, I need to talk to you tomorrow, somewhere private.”
As I said the word “private” I raised my eye brows and ran my tongue along my upper lip. Hoping he would suggest we meet in his hotel room I waited for his reply.
“I will be finished with my meetings around 4:00, would my hotel room be OK for you?”
I seductively thought for a few seconds suggesting to him that I really did not expect that intimate a setting but processing it I smiled back and said, “Mark, you bad boy. Your room would be the perfect place for us.”
Just then, Hubby returned to the table.
The rest of the evening was frustrating for me and Mark. Instead of the three of us talking shop, Mark and I each knew where we would rather be and hated the fact that we had to wait until tomorrow. I drank a few Grand Marnier’s which make me both tipsy and horny. At least I will get some from my hubby tonight.
The drive from the restaurant to Marks hotel made it difficult for me to maintain my composure. Again, I am wedged between hubby and Mark in the front seat. The fact that it was dark added to my desires and allowed me a little wiggle room to tease my next conquest. His leg pressed tightly against mine, his manly smell enriching my nostrils was about all I could handle.
My right hand started with it resting on his left thigh. I squeezed his thigh with every bump and turn. His cock so close to me was something I could hardly contain myself with. Within 5 minutes, my inhibitions were quickly overcome with my lust for him. I moved my hand over to his cock hoping my husband didn’t notice.
I moved it onto his bulge. Mark seemed fine with it so I began squeezing him through his silk pants. His black cock grew as I played with it. My God, it was so thick and long. I was afraid it was going to rip right through his pants. About a mile away from the hotel I decided I better stop to give him time to regain is composure. I should have allowed for more time though.
When we pulled up to the entrance to the hotel Mark turned to me and gave me a big hug. As George got out of the car, mark whispered
“I’ll leave a key to my room for you at the desk in case you get there before I do tomorrow.”
He then got out and shook George’s hand. I just couldn’t keep from staring at Marks crotch which was on display just outside the car window. What a mass of fuck meat, no doubt he was still semi-hard from my touching him. At least George didn’t notice.
Hubby got back in the car and looked at me with a look of lust. We always fuck after our dinners with Mark. He knew what we were about to do. He pulled away from the entrance and drove to a dark spot in the parking lot and stopped the car. Without saying anything he got out of the car and came around to my door. As he opened it, he pulled my right leg toward him, I willingly obliged giving him access to my spread legs.
George immediately pushed back my dress revealing my soaked cunt. He moved in and began licking my hot snatch, moaning and repeating
“oh my God what an amazing pussy. And oh, SOOO wet. You want me don’t you. In fact, appears you can’t wait for me to get you home you’re so ready.”
He got back in our car and asked me to slide in close to him, just like I was when Mark was riding with us. He fingered me the whole drive home. I got off twice before we drove into our driveway. I wanted fucked, all the while thinking of Marks big black cock and how good it will feel tomorrow afternoon.
