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This is true story. It happened about a month ago.
It was Thursday night, and my husband and I were going to the pub to have a few drinks with a close friend of ours. Mark has been a friend of my husband’s since before we were married, and has been a frequent lover of mine over the years.
We arrived at the place — a “faux-English” pub we go to often downtown — around 8:30 and Mark was already there, seated in a cozy booth. He rose to greet us and gave me big hug, sliding his hands inside my coat and grabbing my arse with both hands. Laughing, we took off our coats we and sat down, me sliding into the corner, Mark sitting next to me, and Hubby across from us.
We each ordered a beer, and as we began chatting about this and that, Mark put his hand on my leg and began caressing my inner thigh. Although the conversation wasn’t sexual, I started getting aroused; under the wool miniskirt I was wearing, my panties were beginning to get damp. The conversation went on and as I finished my pint I said that I needed to pee. Mark did too, and we both headed to the back of the pub and as he went into the men’s room, I followed.
“You could get into trouble coming in here,” he joked.
“And you could get into trouble working me up like that and leaving me hanging,” I replied as I reached for his crotch and unzipped his fly. Mark is a tall handsome fellow of Swedish background, an he’s got a cock like a telephone pole. It popped out of his trousers now, semi erect, and I immediately crouched down and began sucking the fat purple head. Mark let out a soft “mmmm” as I worked on his growing member with my eager tongue. I’d been going at it for a couple of minutes when the door opened and another of the pub’s patrons came into the washroom.
“Holy shit,” he said, “looks like your lucky night, buddy!” He proceeded to pee at the urinal, and I kept sucking Mark. When the new guy finished he kept is cock out and started wanking as he watched us. It was nowhere near as big as a Mark’s, but still a nice size. After a minute I reached over and started sucking this new cock. “Holy shit,” he said again. When he was super hard I stopped sucking and stood up.
“I have to pee,” I said and hiked up my skirt, lifted my leg and put my foot on one side of the urinal, and pulled my panties to one side. The two men were stroking their cocks as they watched me start to pee. Part way through, the stream caught the edge of my panties and the pee dribbled down my leg. “Oh no!” I exclaimed, but I couldn’t stop, and the pee kept running down my leg, into my shoe, and onto the floor. “Oops” I said, kind of lamely.
But the new fellow was so turned on by this that he grabbed me, bent me over the sink counter, yanked my panties down to my knees. I grabbed for my purse, which was on the counter next to me, and pulled out a condom (I alway have a few in case of emergencies!) “Here,” I said. Then, without ceremony, he shoved his fat cock into my sopping pussy. “Oh!” I exclaimed, and “Oh ya!” as he began banging me fast and hard, “Oh fuck ya!” This was hot! I was being banged by a complete stranger in the men’s room of the pub while my lover watched and my husband sat back at our table sipping beer!
“Fuck, yes!” I shouted. He was holding my hips and banging me hard and fast. He didn’t last long — maybe a minute or so, before pulling out, ripping of the condom and cumming on my bum with a grunt. “Holy shit,” he said yet again, and then, “thanks.” He quickly zipped his fly and left.
I looked at Mark and we both laughed. “That was fun!” I said.
“That was pretty hot,” said he.
I pulled up my panties, straightened my skirt, and took a moment to try to dry my shoe a bit under the hand drier, before we both went back to out table, where Hubby was waiting with a new round of drinks.
“You were gone quite a while. Any problems?” Hubby asked with mock concern. I’m sure he could see I looked flushed.
“Vera accidentally went into the wrong washroom and had an unexpected adventure,” explained Mark.
“My darling wife, what and I going to do with you?” smiled Hubby.
We told hubby the whole story, and laughed, and I pointed out the fellow who was now sitting with his mates in another part of the pub. We finished our drinks, and we were all quite aroused as we left. The three of us walked back to our car, and as Hubby stood outside leaning against the hood, Mark fucked me good in the back seat, and deposited a huge creamy load in my pussy.
We said goodnight to Mark and drove home where my darling Hubby ate my pussy — still full of Mark’s cum — until I had a series of crashing orgasms!
It was a good night. :-)
It was Thursday night, and my husband and I were going to the pub to have a few drinks with a close friend of ours. Mark has been a friend of my husband’s since before we were married, and has been a frequent lover of mine over the years.
We arrived at the place — a “faux-English” pub we go to often downtown — around 8:30 and Mark was already there, seated in a cozy booth. He rose to greet us and gave me big hug, sliding his hands inside my coat and grabbing my arse with both hands. Laughing, we took off our coats we and sat down, me sliding into the corner, Mark sitting next to me, and Hubby across from us.
We each ordered a beer, and as we began chatting about this and that, Mark put his hand on my leg and began caressing my inner thigh. Although the conversation wasn’t sexual, I started getting aroused; under the wool miniskirt I was wearing, my panties were beginning to get damp. The conversation went on and as I finished my pint I said that I needed to pee. Mark did too, and we both headed to the back of the pub and as he went into the men’s room, I followed.
“You could get into trouble coming in here,” he joked.
“And you could get into trouble working me up like that and leaving me hanging,” I replied as I reached for his crotch and unzipped his fly. Mark is a tall handsome fellow of Swedish background, an he’s got a cock like a telephone pole. It popped out of his trousers now, semi erect, and I immediately crouched down and began sucking the fat purple head. Mark let out a soft “mmmm” as I worked on his growing member with my eager tongue. I’d been going at it for a couple of minutes when the door opened and another of the pub’s patrons came into the washroom.
“Holy shit,” he said, “looks like your lucky night, buddy!” He proceeded to pee at the urinal, and I kept sucking Mark. When the new guy finished he kept is cock out and started wanking as he watched us. It was nowhere near as big as a Mark’s, but still a nice size. After a minute I reached over and started sucking this new cock. “Holy shit,” he said again. When he was super hard I stopped sucking and stood up.
“I have to pee,” I said and hiked up my skirt, lifted my leg and put my foot on one side of the urinal, and pulled my panties to one side. The two men were stroking their cocks as they watched me start to pee. Part way through, the stream caught the edge of my panties and the pee dribbled down my leg. “Oh no!” I exclaimed, but I couldn’t stop, and the pee kept running down my leg, into my shoe, and onto the floor. “Oops” I said, kind of lamely.
But the new fellow was so turned on by this that he grabbed me, bent me over the sink counter, yanked my panties down to my knees. I grabbed for my purse, which was on the counter next to me, and pulled out a condom (I alway have a few in case of emergencies!) “Here,” I said. Then, without ceremony, he shoved his fat cock into my sopping pussy. “Oh!” I exclaimed, and “Oh ya!” as he began banging me fast and hard, “Oh fuck ya!” This was hot! I was being banged by a complete stranger in the men’s room of the pub while my lover watched and my husband sat back at our table sipping beer!
“Fuck, yes!” I shouted. He was holding my hips and banging me hard and fast. He didn’t last long — maybe a minute or so, before pulling out, ripping of the condom and cumming on my bum with a grunt. “Holy shit,” he said yet again, and then, “thanks.” He quickly zipped his fly and left.
I looked at Mark and we both laughed. “That was fun!” I said.
“That was pretty hot,” said he.
I pulled up my panties, straightened my skirt, and took a moment to try to dry my shoe a bit under the hand drier, before we both went back to out table, where Hubby was waiting with a new round of drinks.
“You were gone quite a while. Any problems?” Hubby asked with mock concern. I’m sure he could see I looked flushed.
“Vera accidentally went into the wrong washroom and had an unexpected adventure,” explained Mark.
“My darling wife, what and I going to do with you?” smiled Hubby.
We told hubby the whole story, and laughed, and I pointed out the fellow who was now sitting with his mates in another part of the pub. We finished our drinks, and we were all quite aroused as we left. The three of us walked back to our car, and as Hubby stood outside leaning against the hood, Mark fucked me good in the back seat, and deposited a huge creamy load in my pussy.
We said goodnight to Mark and drove home where my darling Hubby ate my pussy — still full of Mark’s cum — until I had a series of crashing orgasms!
It was a good night. :-)
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