She sat up, afraid to look around in case someone might have seen her. She had been surprised at the intensity of her orgasm, and she had been louder than she’d imagined she would. Her skirt slid back down by itself, but her breasts were still bared. It felt childishly wicked to sit here uncovered like this in public, but she found she was enjoying it. Stan was still rigid with surprise, and, she noted, something else was still just rigid. She leaned forward, rubbed his straining dick. She kissed him and bent back to his lap. “Somebody’s excited” she crooned softly. “Yesss” Stan whispered. “That excites you does it?” She lightly nuzzled his erection through his pants. Stan could barely restrain himself. He nodded. She unzipped the fly of his khaki pants and freed the swollen organ. Kissing the tip, she darted her tongue out, licking all the way around his glands. “Does the idea of watching me suck his cock turn you on?” she asked. Beyond caring, his answer was bluntly honest. “Yes, it turns me on…” Slipping the head gently inside of her mouth, sucking gently, then grabbing it hard and looking into his eyes she said “And would it turn you on if I let him cum in my mouth?” Stan began to erupt fiercely. She dropped her mouth back on to his pulsing cock and swallowed every last drop. Licking her lips, she raised her head from the spent cock and looked up. The young man across the center aisle was staring at her bare heaving breasts, and her tongue licking the last of the cum from her lower lip and chin. His massive dick was out of his pants and in his hand. She came again.
In their car on the way to the restaurant, she clung to him, sitting close to him on the seat as she had when they were dating. Neither had spoken, and she was beginning to be afraid that her little plan had gone too far. She also realized that she had crossed a line it would be hard to hide behind again. Her little plan had grown tonight, taking on a life of its own and going much further than she’d intended. And she was absolutely incensed by it. Her nerves were aflame as they had rarely been in her life. She was still wet with excitement, and it was hard to still her hips. Even contact with the rough fabric seat of the SUV was stimulating her sensitive pussy. “Are you mad with me baby?” she asked. Stan grinned down at her. “Mad, no. Surprised, yes. I’m still so hot I can barely drive!”
Up on her knees kissing his face, she whispered “Stop the car!” Stan quickly pulled to the side of the road. “What’s the matter baby?” She quickly straddled him, lifting her skirt clear and reaching for his fly. “I want to fuck” she said, freeing his cock and holding him against the entrance to her wet slit, “now!” She writhed with pleasure as she settled him in her, rocking back and forth to get as much penetration as possible. It felt so good. “But people can see us” Stan said into her seeking mouth. She reached up and peeled the top of the peasant dress down, baring her top half down to her navel. “Does that excite you baby?” she teased. He responded by hunching his hips upward, jabbing the hard tip of his cock in her so deeply she felt her cervix cushion the onslaught.
They tottered into the restaurant holding each other up. “Everyone will think we are drunk” Teri giggled. “I am” Stan laughed back. They hadn’t enjoyed each other so much in years.
“I would love to have been there to see that” Marge said. “I can just see you sitting in that theater seat with your tits hanging out and a face full of cum and finding some good looking guy watching you! That had to have been priceless!” Teri blushed. She had stayed wet all night, even after Stan had fucked her again when they got home from the restaurant. They had made love slowly on the balcony, both completely nude there for the first time, not knowing and not caring if there were unseen watchers. She was still wet and puffy, the soft fabric of her panties seeming to caress her sensitive pussy. “I still can’t believe I did that” she said to Marge, “and even more, I can’t believe Stan wasn’t bothered by any of it.” “I told you” Marge said, “when you’re giving your man what he wants is the best time to ferret out his deepest fantasies. A lot of guys feel that cumming in a woman’s mouth is the most intimate and loving act they will ever experience. When you look them in the eyes as they cum, and swallow that hot stuff, you own their soul!” “It tastes salty but it’s otherwise kind of bland” Teri said, “but once you get past the idea of it, it really isn’t so bad.” Marge laughed merrily. “Sweetie, when you reap the benefits, the stuff starts to taste like dessert.”
Marge went to the kitchen and came back with two large mugs of steaming coffee, and then made Teri recount the whole encounter. When Teri reached the part where she had asked Stan if he would like to watch the actor cum in her mouth, Marge openly rubbed her own crotch. “Damn girl, you just unlatched his secret fantasy.” Teri looked at her friend closely. “You really think he would like to watch me suck another man’s cock?” “How long did it take for him to cum in yours after you asked him?” Marge asked. “I can’t really believe that, it’s quite a jump from talking about it to actually doing it.” Marge’s nipples were poking out the front of her tee shirt and the heel of her hand was unconsciously rubbing between her legs. “It all depends sweetie, if this is enough to renew your sex life, it’s good enough. I’ll tell you one thing from personal experience though, the further you go with this game, the better it gets.”
Teri really wasn’t sure she was ready for more, but the dampness between her own legs was rapidly overcoming her natural reticence. “You and Ted have gone farther?” “Way farther” was Marge’s response. Teri giggled, “How much farther can you go than sucking another man’s cock in front of your own husband?” “You really are an innocent aren’t you?” Marge asked. “If you really want an answer to that, I’ll show you…and then you and I are going to have a long conversation.” Teri sipped her coffee, mulling over whether she wanted to know more. The sensitivity between her legs was maddening, and her curiosity got the better of her. “So show me” she said.
“Ted” Marge called, “come in here please.” Teri was a little apprehensive as Ted came into the living room with them. He was a very attractive man. His lean, tanned frame moved with a natural grace as he padded barefoot into the room, his jeans low on his hips. “What’s up” he smiled boyishly and nodded hello to Teri. “I’ve just been telling Teri how we’ve managed to spice up our sex life…” Marge said. Ted leaned forward to kiss the tip of Marge’s nose and his unbuttoned shirt fell open, exposing a hard flat stomach and a hairless well-muscled chest. “Is that right?” he asked Teri with a grin. Marge licked her lips expectantly and said “show her.” Ted’s hands unfastened his jeans and they fell around his ankles, his proud cock already rising. Teri’s eyes widened. She fought the urge to get up and run as, fascinated, she watched Ted stroke his cock to full erection. He threw his head back and began to furiously masturbate right before Teri’s eyes. She was close enough to touch him but she didn’t dare. The dampness between her legs had become a flood and her nipples were chafing inside her own tee shirt. “Cum for us baby” Marge cooed at him. Teri could see the veins swelling and his balls jerking in their skin sack as he stroked up and down. Marge reached for Teri’s hand and pulled it to her. “Here,” she said, “cum in her hand.” Ted groaned and began to spray a heavy load into Teri’s outstretched and not altogether willing hand. She saw his eyes go straight to her hardened nipples, outlined clearly against the white tee shirt she wore, and she felt the hot fluid fill her palm. She felt her insides churn as she watched the flow, and then Ted sank to the floor grinning. Marge bent over, locking her eye’s on Teri’s, slowly and lasciviously licked the semen from Teri’s palm. She licked Teri’s hand completely clean, taking her time between Teri’s fingers. Teri was dumbstruck. Of all the fantasies she had ever had, none of them could match the sheer erotic force of what she had just experienced.