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An Evening Out. Or Is That In? free porn video
Monday, and Jenni and Dave were off out for the evening, the kind of evening they both loved as what would happen was always unpredictable. They were going to the Club Vistamar, an upmarket place that ensured it was out of reach of the unwashed and uncouth, which is why they went there. They wanted a cultured person.
Jenni looked fantastic in a very short, Grecian style dress, deeply scooped under the arms, so much so that from the side you could catch a glimpse of her perky, braless breasts. In fact other than high, steel heels she wasn’t wearing anything else. Dave was smart casual in light coloured slacks and a full cut blue silk shirt.
They drove, but then they had to, for while Jenni could do a lot of things in those heels, walking any distance was not one of them. Stopping under the pillared lobby of the club they both got out and Dave tossed the key to the BMW convertible to the parking attendant. He only just caught them, his attention being drawn to Jenni’s slim, long legs and a lot more as she slipped out of the low passenger seat.
Inside they went to the bar. John Boy, the barman saw them arrive and had Dave’s tonic water and Jenni’s orange juice ready. On these evenings out they didn’t do alcohol, the high came from something else. The cost was added to their account. While Dave collected the drinks, Jenni surveyed the room. As the Club was not just a meeting place for members but also a hotel, a large part of the clientele was a mix of visiting business folk, a few airline pilots, and upmarket holidaymakers. Just the type they were looking for.
"Second from the end of the bar," she said quietly to Dave. He looked. The man was mid-to-late thirties, dark hair, slim build and sitting with two empty stools one side and three the other. Dave walked across pulled out the stool next to the man and Jenni slipped onto it. Dave took the stool next to her.
“Oh sorry,” Dave said, “I should have asked if these were taken.” The man had already turned to look at them, more than attracted by Jenni.
“No, you’re fine," he replied and Jenni leaned forward to sip her drink. The man's eyes flick down quickly.
“Thanks,” replied Dave. Jenni’s dress was so short it didn’t fold under her, it just hung a little way down the leather seat of the stool. She loved the cool leather against her cheeks and lips. It was all part of the experience of an evening like this. Jenni loved presenting her body to men and watching them try, and usually fail, not to stare at her body.
"My name's Dave and this is my wife, Jenni." Dave held out his hand in front of Jenni. She leaned back and pushed out her perky tits.
“I’m Ian,” replied the man, taking Dave’s hand. As he let go his eyes took in Jenni’s long, exposed, crossed thighs. Ian was just visiting and glad of the company, especially company that looked like Jenni. The three chatted for a while. Dave bought another drink, including one for Ian. Jenni gave Dave the secret sign meaning yes. All their drinks were coming to an end.
“I know,” said Dave, “from my own travelling days that hotels are no fun in the evening. We have a villa near here. Want to join us for another drink, maybe a barbie later?”
Ian had been taking in a lot of Jenni as discreetly as he could. Blonde, slim, with clothes that only just covered her, who could blame him. Dave was getting turned on by Ian’s attention to his much younger wife. That’s what these evenings were all about. He loved to see men lusting after her, and a lot more.
“That would be great. If it’s not too much trouble?”
The attendant brought the car, top still folded down. Jenni opened the passenger door, moved the seat forward so Ian could get in the back. He did and was surprised when Jenni joined him.
“Home James!” she commanded with a giggle and Dave drove off. Leather seats again. Dave drove steadily, he wanted to give Jenni time. Her hand went straight to Ian’s crotch, quickly discovering the layout and starting to roll his cock around. She loved this bit, getting the lay of the land, but 'feeling' was never enough for her. Jenni always wanted to see, so she pulled down Ian’s zip and her hand swept inside to extract his stiffening cock. Monday was new cock day for Jenni and all day she had been thinking of what shape and colour of cock it would be today. This one looked very good to her and she was pleased they had chosen well. A few cars overtook them along the dual carriageway, one giving a toot of the horn after seeing what was going on in the back seat.
They pulled on to the narrow road that led to the small community their villa was in. Dave adjusted the mirror to get a better view of the back seat. He knew by now Jenni would be lying across the seat to suck Ian’s cock. And he wasn’t disappointed. Ian was leaning back in the seat and Jenni’s head bobbed up and down as she pushed her lips on and off his shaft. He really loved to see Jenni working on a man.
They had had men literally bale out here, but Ian was on the right wavelength. He moved Jenni’s dress off her hip and slid his hand round her cheek and onto her pussy. Dave slowed to look more in the mirror.
“Is she wet?” he asked Ian.
“Very!” Ian answered.
“She usually is! Taste her, she’s like nectar.”
Ian licked his finger and smiled in reply.
Dave pulled into the driveway and the metal gates closed behind the car. Even if Ian had wanted to zip his cock away he wouldn’t have been able to. It was rock hard and refused to be put back into his trousers. Going through the house he stood behind Jenni and pulled her back onto him. She held his stiff cock against her wet lips and they shuffled through to the terrace, giggling all the way. The warm evening air was stirred by a gentle breeze. Two large white leather sofas were arranged around a low table under a cream gazebo. Dave went to get the drinks as Jenni settled Ian onto one sofa. She then straddled him.
“The rules,” she said as she undid Ian’s belt and unbuttoned his shirt, “are these. Dave is straight, so he won’t be touching you and you won’t be touching him. I don’t do anal. We are going to fuck. No condoms and you cum in my pussy, so don’t waste it elsewhere. Clear?”
Ian nodded as Dave arrived and put down a tray of drinks on the table. He stood behind Jenni and undid her dress. It slipped off her shoulders and down around her waist. Her perky, perfect tits were right in front of Ian's face. Dave watched the look of lust and desire spread across his face.
“Beautiful aren’t they,” said Dave. “She likes the nipples sucked hard.”
Ian obliged and Jenni’s head flicked back in delight. She pulled away, her nipple popping from Ian’s lips. As she stood, the dress fell to the ground leaving her naked but for the heels. She then pulled Ian’s trousers away leaving him in just an unbuttoned shirt. She took his legs and swung them onto the sofa, forcing him to lie along it, then climbed on top for a sixty-nine. Jenni could feel his tongue lapping at her lips and clit while her hands got to work on returning his cock to rock hard. New cock, new taste, just what she wanted so much.
Dave sipped at his drink, unzipped himself and started to stroke his cock. He knew what was next and eagerly awaited it. Any minute now Jenni would turn round, hold Ian’s cock upright and slowly lower herself onto it. He watched as every centimetre was engulfed by her pussy lips. Watching Jenni fuck a man was Dave’s penultimate voyeuristic pleasure. Once it was all in her pussy she started to ride him. Slowly at first, more rocking back and forth than moving up and down. She started to rise and fall, slowly then harder and faster, steadying herself by putting her hands on Ian’s chest. Ian’s hands went round her tits and squeezed. Dave’s hand now squeezed and slowly stroked his cock as he enjoyed seeing his wife ride a man she met only an hour ago.
Jenni was getting close so she got off Ian leaving him with a puzzled look on his face. “Fuck me hard from behind!” she ordered and knelt on the sofa, arse in the air, hands braced on the sofa arm. Ian rolled into a kneeling position on the sofa and slammed into her. Her head went back as he pumped hard in and out. Dave went and stood by Ian, sipping from his drink, and getting a closer view of the stiff cock plunging into Jenni’s wet cunt.
"Keep going as hard as you like, she loves it," he said in a matter of fact tone. Ian's hands went around Jenni's slender waist and pulled her back as he thrust into her. Suddenly she shuddered, so strongly that Ian slid out of her, her spasms of pleasure continuing even though he wasn’t in her.
“Excellent,” said Dave, "shame you slipped out, she really squeezes onto a cock when she orgasms!" He returned to his seat, slipping his trousers off as he did so.
Jenni recovered and reached between her thighs to hold Ian’s cock, giving it a stroke and a squeeze.
“Sit,” she ordered and Ian did. She straddled him, this time facing Dave. Dave watched with pure delight as she fed Ian’s cock back into her juicy pussy. She started to ride him again, slowly, so his helmet almost came out before running the whole length of his cock deep into her pussy. She built him up, reaching down to rub his balls. Ian started to take over pushing up into her. Jenni changed position so instead of kneeling on the sofa she lay back on him, her legs draped outside his, letting him take over her body and set the speed of build up to him cumming.
His strokes got quicker, more urgent. Dave stood in front of them, his cock now stiff and ready, as he waited for the ultimate in his voyeuristic pleasure: seeing another man pump cum into Jenni’s cunt.
Ian moaned and his head pressed back.
“Fill me!” shouted Jenni.
Dave watched closely as Ian's cock pulsed time after time and then the thick, white spunk started to leak from Jenni's lips. She writhed on him, milking every last drop from him.
They both fell still. Spunk flowed down Ian’s cock and over his balls.
“My turn, hold her tightly,” said Dave, putting his drink down on the small table. Jenni lifted and Ian slipped out. Her cunt was swollen and dribbling as Dave pushed in. This was Dave’s second type of pleasure for the night. Pushing into Jenni’s cunt the moment it had been filled with hot spunk.
"Hold her tighter! Squeeze her tits up for me to suck.” Ian finally got the message, crossed his arms over Jenni’s body and pulled her against his body. It was a new but great sensation to have a woman’s body pressed against his torso while she was pounded by another man. Jenni started to scream as Dave slammed into her. Bending forward he sucked hard on one nipple and then the other, Ian using a finger and thumb to pinch the nipple not being used by Dave. Jenni’s body was getting more rigid as her orgasm built. Then she was shuddering, Dave just kept pounding her until she was shaking uncontrollably and it took all of Ian’s strength to hold her body in place. Then with a final thrust, Dave added to the gooey mess in her cunt. Her body went limp as Dave withdrew. For many minutes the only sound was their panting from the exertion.
Finally, Dave broke the silence.
“I’ll get the barbie fired up, I’m starving!”
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