"I don't think we'd go for that," Sheila replied finally. "We're not that desperate."
"Don't knock it until you've tried it, honey," Marge retorted. "You might be surprised."
Sheila repeated her lack of interest in swapping but Marge detected a hint of willingness to listen it the expression on her face.
"Well, if you're not ready for swapping, you could try what Harry and I call thrill fucking," Marge went on.
"What do you mean?" Sheila was puzzled.
"We got the idea one night a couple of years ago," Marge related. "I'd met Harry downtown for dinner and we were in one of those dark little rendezvous bars in the Loop having an after-dinner drink. We were sitting real close together at a table in the corner of the room, and Harry started to feel me up under the table. We started kissing, and pretty soon we both were getting horny as hell."
"Neither one of us wanted to wait the hour it would take to drive home, so I told Harry to cool it while I went to the john. I took my panties off and put them in my purse and went back to the table. When Harry put his hand under my skirt and found out my cunt was naked, he almost went wild. Then I unzipped his fly and got his cock out. The waitress went by just as I sat on his lap and almost got a look at Harry's hard-on. I was really excited by then, and when I felt his cock slip into my cunt, I almost came without even moving."
"I took a sip of my drink and calmed down while Harry wiggled his prick around inside me. It was fantastic. There were dozens of people only a few feet away, but nobody knew what we were doing. We couldn't move around much without being discovered, but it didn't take long and we both came just sitting there. It was wild!"
Sheila felt her cunt muscles begin to tighten. Marge's story had excited her and she knew at once that she wanted to try it. But, would Brad go for it, and how would they do it? She wasn't sure she was bold enough or clever enough to try it in a bar. Not yet, anyway.
In the next couple of weeks, Sheila tried to talk to Brad about Marge's suggestion, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She was afraid that he'd think she was crazy, but the more that she thought about the idea, the more it turned her on. Finally, she decided to spring it on him, without any warning.
Her plan was simple. She would call Brad at the office and talk sexy to him, and get him good and horny. Then she would hop the commuter train and go to his office. Then they would close the door and fuck the daylights out of each other. Just thinking about it made her cunt juices start to flow.
Sheila went into the bedroom and took off her clothes. She did it slowly in front of the full-length mirror, the way a stripper would. She shed all her clothes except her bikini panties, and then gazed at her nearly naked body in the mirror. Her long, slim legs were perfectly shaped. Her thighs were soft and inviting. Sheila ran her hands over her firm tits with their large circles of dark flesh surrounding her hard nipples. She felt her firm tits and squeezed them. It felt good. She liked to feel her body and make it tingle with sexy excitement.
Then Sheila cupped her left boob in both hands and pushed it upward, high on her chest. She bent her head forward and opened her mouth. Slowly, she began licking her tit with her red tongue. The feel of her warm, wet tongue on her tit was fantastic. She licked her erect nipple and sucked it between her lips. Faster and faster she tongued the hard bud on the tip of her boob until she felt herself starting to come.
She let go of her tit and grabbed the waistband of her panties. Instead of taking them off, she pulled them upward, forcing them into the crack of her ass and the slit of her cunt. She tugged at them until they became nothing more than a white rope going from her belly button down through her jet-black cunt hair and between her legs. She turned her back to the mirror and looked over her shoulder. The panties were pulled tightly into the crack of her ass and were completely covered by her luscious asscheeks.
Putting one hand on the top of her panties in the back and grabbing them in the front with the other hand, Sheila began pulling them back and forth. She pulled at the panties as hard as she could, forcing the material to scrape against her clit and her asshole. Her cunt was dripping with her juices now, and she felt the wetness cover her naked thighs. She was panting heavily as she furiously forced the material back and forth over her tingling cunt and asshole.
When she was on the verge of her orgasm, she stopped and slipped the panties down her legs to the floor. Shaking with sexual arousal, she went over to the bed and lay down. She picked up the phone from the nightstand and dialed Brad's number.
"Hi, honey, are you busy?" she asked when he answered.
"Sort of. What are you doing calling me in the middle of the day?"
"I've got a surprise for you," Sheila teased him. "And I bet you can't guess what it is; I'll give you a clue, though. I'm lying here naked and I'm horny as hell."
"What are you talking about?" Brad demanded. "I've been thinking about you, that's what," Sheila continued. "I've been thinking about how much I'd like to have that big prick of yours rammed into my cunt. I'm so horny I could come just thinking about it." Brad loved it when she talked sexy, and she knew it. She hoped she could turn him on over the telephone.
"First, though, I'd like to give your cock a good licking with my tongue and have you suck on my tits. Oh, my tits just ache to be sucked." Sheila rubbed her cunt while she talked, and as Brad listened, he felt his cock starting to get hard.
"Well, I can't talk any longer," Sheila informed him. "I've got to catch the train downtown, and when I get there, we're going to fuck our brains out. Right in your office. Bye, honey."
"Sheila, what in the hell are you…?" Brad stopped talking as he heard Sheila hang up. He tried to call back, but she didn't answer the phone.
Sheila stepped into the shower and began soaping herself up. She rubbed the hard bar of soap against her cunt and made the tiny little piece of sex flesh throb with pleasure. It was getting late, so she rinsed herself off and hopped out of the shower before she could turn herself on too much again.
Back in the bedroom, she chose a pair of bright-yellow crotchless panties. She put them on and spread her legs to give herself a good view of her black cunt hair that was easily seen through the gap in front of the panties. She didn't bother with a bra or pantyhose as she slipped into her ultra-short black dress.
By the time she was finished dressing, the cab she had called earlier was waiting out in front of the house. The cab driver eyed her shapely legs as he opened the door for her, so she made a point of letting the skirt come up as far on her thighs as she could. The driver was a boy about nineteen, and the thought of fucking him flashed across Sheila's mind as she watched him close the door.
By the time he got her to the suburban train station, it was almost three thirty and Sheila had to hurry to catch the next train for downtown Chicago. She as still feeling horny when she got aboard the train, so she decided to have some fun with a middle-aged man sitting across from her. She had chosen a spot in the lounge car where the seats face each other, and as she sat don across from the man, she noticed that he quickly began staring at her bare thighs.
Sheila picked up a paper that was lying on the seat next to her and began reading it, all the time pretending not to notice that the man was leering at her. She crossed her legs, giving him a good view of her thighs all the way up to the bottoms of her panties. She shifted her position several times, each time pecking over her paper to get a glimpse of him watching her. The fact that be had a large bulge in the front of his pants almost made her break out laughing.