Story 35
Summary:
Dan and Jane, a married couple in their late twenties. They have a good marriage and a good sex life. But they are always looking for ways to spice things up. And one night they go out, looking for excitement.
Simon, late twenties. They meet Simon at a club and head back to his so that Dan can watch the other man having some fun with his wife. But Then Simon’s housemate unexpectedly returns and joins in the fun.
Threesome, spitroasting, oral, jerk off, fingering, voyeur, bukkake, blow jobs, titty sucking, pussy licking.
Dan pulled his shirt on and glanced over at the mirror. He could see Jane, his wife, sitting down in front of it, applying red lipstick to her luscious lips.
He looked at her dark brown hair, thick and shiny, as it ran down her back. Then, as he looked at her reflection in the mirror, her eyes met his in the mirror. She smiled at him and turned around.
“Caught you,” she said.
“What can I say?” he replied as he began to do up the buttons of his shirt, “sometimes I like to watch.”
She laughed at that and got to her feet, turning round to look at him.
They were both thirty years old and had been married for about three years at this point. The sight of her still managed to excite him just as it always had, though.
She was medium height, slim, with a curvy ass and good-sized breasts. Her legs were long and shapely. She was a beautiful woman with an incredible figure, and the way that she was dressed that night really showed off her figure.
She was wearing a red, strapless, dress. It clung to her breasts, pushing them up. It accented the curves of her hips and ended above her knees, showing off plenty of her legs.
He knew that when she walked in that dress her ass swayed impressively, drawing the attention of any red-blooded man in her vicinity.
He had seen the way that her breasts trembled when she moved and he knew that whenever he looked at them like that all he could think of was how good it would feel when he finally got his hands on them.
It was tempting to grab hold of her right there and then.
He thought about bending her over the dressing table, pushing her skirt up, and fucking her hard from behind.
He thought about how good it would feel to slide into her.
He thought about pulling the front of her dress down and letting her breasts bounce free as he did it.
If he did it in front of the mirror he'd be able to look at her face, watch her breasts bouncing around.
He could feel his cock stirring as he thought about it, but he told himself to get control of his urges.
She stopped in front of him and looked up at him. He was tall - over six feet tall - and he knew that she had always loved the way that he towered over her. He knew that it made her feel small, fragile, and dominated.
She reached out and stroked his face, her hand lingering over his strong jawline. Then she ran her fingers through his hair. He had short, black, hair cut in a neat style.
He was a good-looking man with piercing, light green, eyes. As well as being tall, he was well-built with broad shoulders.
He was wearing a fitted shirt that showed off his physique. When he tensed his muscles, his biceps bulged in his sleeves. He knew that he looked good, and it added a certain swagger - perhaps even arrogance - to his attitude.
He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to him. Their bodies came together as he bent down to kiss her.
Then she stepped away.
“Don’t you go getting carried away now,” she said, her hand running down the front of his body to his pants, teasing his cock through them, “you know what we’ve got planned for tonight. I don’t want you getting overexcited and not making it through the night.”
He slapped her hand away playfully.
“I’ll do my best to control myself,” he said to her.
“Good boy.”
She went back to sitting in front of the mirror, finishing off her makeup.
When Dan thought about what they had planned for tonight he couldn’t help but get excited, though.
It wasn’t that there was anything wrong with their sex life - far from it, it was actually just as good as it had always been - but they were both always keen to make sure that they kept things fresh, that they made sure that they never got bored of one another.
Their relationship had started off in an explosive manner, filled with passion, and things had carried on in much the same way, even after they had been married for three years.
One of Jane’s friends had come to her one day and told her that she had arranged a blind date for her.
“What do you mean? Who with?”
“A friend of my boyfriend. Don’t worry, I’ve seen a photo of the guy and he’s hot. His name is Dan, by the way.”
“What makes you think that I need you to arrange my love life for me?”
“Because - and I mean this in the nicest possible way - it has been far too long since you have been laid, and I think that it is well past time that we did something about that, don’t you?”
Jane had been silent then. She couldn’t argue with her friend’s assessment of her love life.
“Hey,” her friend said to her, “don’t look so glum! I’m only doing this because I care. You’re a hotty, and you should be having lots of fun out there in the dating scene. I’m just trying to give you the nudge that you need to get you going. Who knows where this might lead?”
She'd asked to see a photo of Dan, but none had been forthcoming.
This had made her feel somewhat nervous about the date.
But she had gone, anyway. She'd told herself that she didn't have anything else to do and she had to admit that her friend had a point - her love life had been somewhat barren recently, and maybe this could lead to something else like her friend had said.
She'd shown up at the bar, feeling more nervous than she had anticipated.
When she walked into the bar and caught sight of the man she assumed was her date - she had been told where he would be sitting, and this man seemed to be in the right place - her nerves only increased.
This man was just as handsome as she had been led to believe - more so, maybe.
She paused for a moment, unsure. What was she supposed to say to a man like this? All the small talk that she had been practicing in her mind had suddenly evaporated, and she had no idea what she should say to him.
She considered just turning around and fleeing. She was sure that she could come up with a reasonable, believable, excuse.
But then he had looked up and seen her. Their eyes had met and she’d noticed a moment of uncertainty as he tried to decide if this was who he was here to meet. Then he smiled at her, and there was a warmth in his smile that made her feel better immediately.
She went over and introduced herself to him. Up close he was even more handsome than he’d been at a distance.
They made small talk with one another and clicked right away. As the night continued, Jane realized something - she realized that if he asked her to go back home with him then she was going to agree. In fact, she found herself wishing that he would ask her.
It seemed as though he had similar thoughts as well. Later in the evening, he reached across the table and placed his hand on top of hers. His touch was electric. She had to fight the instinct to shudder.
She looked down at her hand and then looked into his eyes. He leaned in closer.
“What do you say we get out of here?” he said quietly, barely loud enough for her to hear.
She couldn’t stop herself from smiling. She nodded in reply.
He took hold of her hand and they got to their feet.
They hurried out of the bar. As soon as they were out in the dark night, he pulled her to him, and then they were kissing. She wrapped her arms around behind his head. This kiss felt like a release, as though it was something that she had been waiting for since she had first caught sight of him.
She didn’t want the kiss to end, but she knew that what was coming next would be even better.
They jumped in a cab and headed back to his. She felt his hand on her knee as the car made its way through the streets. She was tempted to reach across and start massaging his cock through his pants but she resisted the temptation. There would be time enough for that soon, she was sure of it.
Sure enough, as soon as they got back to his apartment they were kissing again almost before the front door had closed.
She felt him pulling at her clothes and she pulled her dress off to help him.
She then tore at his shirt, the buttons popping off and flying across the room.
Neither of them cared about it at that moment, as they were caught up in their passion.
They made their way to the bedroom, undressing one another more and more along the way, kissing one another as they stumbled along to his room - to his bed, where they both knew that the action would really take place.
When she was wearing nothing but her G-string, he threw her down onto the bed.
Her breasts bounced as she hit the mattress, and she knew that he had noted that.
He was only wearing his boxer shorts by this point.
She finally had a chance to look at his body properly and she loved what she was seeing.
But when he pushed his boxer shorts down her eyes widened and she let out an audible gasp. His hard cock was freed and it was much bigger than she had anticipated. Big, fat, and hard. And she couldn't wait to get her hands on it.
He looked down at her and jerked himself off while he looked at her body. She liked being watched like this - she liked being made to feel as though she was just a sex object, waiting for him to have his way with her, to fuck her.
She licked her fingers and pushed them down into her underwear. She played with herself while he continued watching, jerking himself off.
Then it seemed as though he'd had enough of this build-up.
He climbed onto the bed and she could finally get her hands on his cock, jerking him off while he kissed her, while he played with her breasts, sucked on them. His fingers slid into her underwear and he began playing with her pussy.