Story 27
Dave and Kate, a late-twenties married couple. They’ve decided to go out and have some fun at a bar. When they get to the bar, however, they meet another couple who have a different kind of fun in mind.
Rich and Lucy, mid-thirties. They spot Dave and Kate at the bar and invite them back to their place to show them some real fun.
Wife swap, titty fucking, pussy licking, titty sucking, oral, blow jobs, jerk off, fingering.
It was a Friday night, and Dave knew that there were plenty of people across the city - thousands - who were getting ready for a night out.
Across the country, he imagined that the number must stretch into the millions.
He knew that it was the normal thing to do, and he also knew that there had been a time when he had looked forward to Friday nights when he had relished the excitement and anticipation of a night out, but somehow, these days, he couldn't quite find the same kind of motivation that he used to have.
In fact, he found that he much preferred staying at home these days.
If he was being honest, his wife was one of the main reasons why he didn't feel the motivation to go out partying as much anymore - he would much rather be at home with her,
getting up to some fun together - but it had been her idea that they should both go out this Friday and so he had found himself getting roped into this against his will.
"I really don't know if I can be bothered with this," he had said to Kate, his wife before they had both started to get ready for the night.
“Come on,” she’d said to him, “it’ll be fun! We’ll have a great time.”
“I don’t know. Maybe I’m just getting a bit too old for this sort of thing.”
“Old?” she’d said to him indignantly, “What do you mean by that? We’re not old! We’re only twenty-eight years old! Old, indeed! I won’t have any more of that sort of talk, thank you very much.”
He had known that there was no point arguing with her. She always seemed to be able to get her way.
As he watched her getting herself ready, he could certainly understand why she was able to persuade him to do what she wanted so easily. She was still as gorgeous, still as sexy, as the very first time that he had seen her.
That had been four years earlier, in another bar in another city.
She had long, thick, dark-red hair that seemed to almost catch fire when the light hit it in just the right way. She had a beautiful face, with big, green, eyes, light skin, a splash of freckles across her cheeks and nose, and thick, red, lips that just looked as though they were made to be kissed.
She had a slim figure that still managed to have curves in all the right places. Long, toned, legs, sensually curved hips, and large breasts. She had been wearing a white dress that night when he had first seen her, and it seemed to accentuate her curves perfectly.
When their eyes had met across the bar, the sparks seemed to be instantaneous. She had looked him up and down and seemed to like what she saw.
He was well-built, with broad shoulders and chest, and thick, powerful arms. He had tanned skin, dark, handsome, features, short black hair, and dark eyes.
He had been sitting there after he had first caught sight of her, trying to work up the courage to go over and say something to her, trying to think of the perfect opening line for starting a conversation with her.
He didn't normally have any problem doing things like that - he was blessed with a confidence that some people might have thought verged on arrogance.
However, there was just something about this woman - something very different from any woman that he had encountered before.
He'd slept with other beautiful women, but none of them had this effect on him when he first saw them.
Just looking at her across the bar - he had to have her, and the fear that he might miss out, that he might not be able to make her his, was suddenly eating away at him and robbing him of his confidence.
He was still trying to think of something to say - while also trying his best not to look over and stare at her - when he suddenly noticed that she had got to her feet and was walking over to him purposefully.
She sat down next to him without even bothering to ask if the seat was taken.
“So,” she said, without bothering to make any introductions, “I can see that I’m not going to get anywhere just sitting there and waiting for you to make the first move, am I? I suppose that I’d better do it myself, right?”
She leaned forward. Her breasts looked incredible, pushing at the top of her dress, and he did his best not to stare at them. She reached across and stroked his knee, a seductive little smile playing on her lips.
He had to say something. The fact that she had come over to him like this managed to restore some of his confidence.
“Do you often approach men at bars?” he asked her, smiling.
“I usually don’t have to,” she replied, “usually, they are the ones that do the approaching. In fact, this is my first time. How am I doing so far?”
“I’d give it about a six out of ten.”
She looked at him in mock outrage.
“A six out of ten!” she said, sounding shocked, “Well, what can I do to bump those numbers up?”
“How about we go back to my place and we’ll see if we can’t get it up to a ten out of ten?”
“I thought you’d never asked. And, as for my numbers, it certainly looks like my seduction technique has worked, doesn’t it?”
“I suppose so.”
They looked at one another with smoldering intensity. Both of them knew what was coming next, both of them knew what this moment meant, what they both wanted.
Then, they laughed slightly, lightening the mood.
“Come on,” she said, grabbing his hand and leading him out of the bar.
On the way to the cab, they made their introductions. He wanted to pull her to him and kiss her, but there somehow didn’t seem to be an opportunity to do so before they were in the back of the cab.
He gave the driver his address. Kate leaned up against him in the back of the cab, holding his hand, pushing herself against him. He felt her soft breasts rubbing at his side and he wanted them - he wanted them more than he had ever wanted anything before. The cab driver seemed to last a lifetime.
At last, they got to his apartment.
They headed to his front door. As he was starting to unlock it, she grabbed hold of him and pushed him up against the closed door, kissing him. He grabbed her waist, pulling her to him. One of his hands went up to her thick, full, luxurious, hair.
He pulled her even closer, their bodies coming together. He felt her hands on his body. One of them pushed up beneath his shirt.
He suddenly remembered where he was. He pulled back from the kiss.
“Come on,” he said, breathlessly, “let’s at least wait till we get inside, what do you say?”
“Spoilsport,” she said, teasingly, “are you worried that we’ll upset the neighbors.”
“Upset them? Why, I think that some of them would be positively scandalized if they were to walk out and see us getting up to - well, you know.”
“You’re worried that we’ll get carried away, is that it?”
“Look, let’s just get inside and then we can get as carried away as we like.”
“Promises, promises,” she replied, but she let go of him long enough for him to open the door, and then they were inside the apartment. As soon as the door closed, their hands were all over one another again. She pulled at his shirt, undoing it, her hands on his body.
He ran his hands up her dress, grabbing her breasts. He pulled the dress down, letting her breasts come free. He massaged them, grabbed them, squeezed them. He pulled at her dress, sliding it down off her body as she undid his pants.
They were kissing - her only wearing a G-string and him only wearing his boxer shorts now - their hands on one another, as he tried his best to lead her through to the bedroom.
As they passed by the couch in his front room, he tripped slightly and ended up sitting down on the couch.
She stood over him, looking at his body, while his eyes were stuck on her breasts.
She looked at the bulge in his boxer shorts.
She dropped to her knees and pulled his boxer shorts down.
Her eyes glinted with excitement at the sight of his huge cock, hard and throbbing and ready for her.
She grabbed hold of it and looked up at him with a naughty little smile.
She started to jerk him off, and then she pushed her breasts against his cock, pushing it between them. She began to bounce up and down, his cock sliding between her breasts.
He felt the softness of her breast fully consume his cock, feeling it lost between them as she bounced, and his cock slid up and down. He looked at the tip of it pushing out from between them. It was so close to her mouth now, and he wanted it there.
She looked up at him, her eyes wide, and she knew what he wanted.
His cock slid out from between her breasts, and then she took it in her mouth.
He closed his eyes and reached down to stroke her head.
The sensation of her mouth working on his cock was amazing, better than he had imagined it could be.
He watched it sliding in and out past those gorgeous, sensual, lips of hers and he wanted more.
She kept sucking on his cock. He felt as though he might cum at any point now, and he didn’t want that to happen too early. He decided that there was only one thing to do.
He grabbed her, pulled her to her feet, and pushed her back onto the bed.
He pulled her panties down and looked at her naked body.
His cock was throbbing - hungry and eager for her.
But he had something else in mind first.
He dropped to his knees between her legs. He could smell the intoxicating scent of her pussy. He pushed his face into it, lapping at it greedily, probing it with his tongue. She moaned with pleasure, her body writhing on the bed.
He kept going, feeling her wetness on his face.
When he decided that it was time, when he knew that she was ready for him, He climbed onto the bed, between her legs. His cock was still just as hard as it had been when he slid it out of her mouth.
He pushed it into her pussy and she wrapped her arms around him.