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James and Joanne are sitting in the car in the garage.
"Fine, where are we going?" James said, downright miffed by Jo's attitude.
"To Marcello's, I'm in the mood for some Italian," Jo said.
James turned his head and stared at her.
"WHAT? Just drive, will you, it's getting late, and I'm starving."
It was close to 7:30 pm when they arrived at Marcello's, James opened the restaurant's door for Jo, and it felt like every man in the place stopped and stared as Jo walked in, especially the young Italian waiter waiting to seat people. He was very obviously staring at Jo's beautiful breasts. He showed them to their table and pulled out the seat for Jo. Once seated, he unfolded her napkin and placed it over her lap. James was unsure where his hands were, but he winked at Jo, and she smiled back.
He then handed James the wine list but never took his eyes off of Jo the whole time.
"My name is Bruno. I will be your waiter for this evening. If there is anything I can do or get you, it would be my pleasure, madam."
He was talking directly to her, and she, in return, was staring back at the young waiter. James ordered some expensive red wine, and Bruno left to bring the wine.
"The nerve of that waiter he didn't stop staring at your tits, and he took a lot longer than was necessary to place that napkin on your lap. It was like I wasn't even here," James said, irritated.
"I think he's kind of cute, and I hear Italian men make great lovers."
"What's that supposed to mean."
Jo was about to answer when Bruno returned with the wine and two glasses.
"Are we ready to order your food, folks?"
"I'm not sure what I want is on the menu," Jo said, smiling up at Bruno.
Jo looked directly into Bruno's eyes and winked at him; this did not go unnoticed by James.
"Whatever it is that you would like, I'm sure I can get you, madam."
James noticed Jo sifting in her seat and then seen the sly smirk on the waiter's face as he again stood next to Jo and completely ignored James.
"I don't think we have had time to look over the menu if you could give us a few minutes, please," James said in a harsh tone.
"Of course, sir, I'll be right over here when you're ready to order."
"What in the hell was that all about, Joanne. You are flirting outrageously with him," James said, getting annoyed.
"What are you talking about, James? I'm simply being pleasant and polite. Clearly, something you're struggling with tonight."
"You know damn well what I'm talking about. If I didn't know better, I would think you had just flashed that waiter your pussy."
"Oh James, just relax. How could I have flashed him my pussy? I have my napkin on my lap, and it wasn't flirting as I said I was polite."
Little did James know that Jo had removed her napkin and was showing Bruno her pussy. Her skirt was at least two inches above her smooth, freshly waxed pussy, and her moist lips were on full display for the young Italian waiter.
"Well, it sounded like flirting to me," James responded.
"Oh, and you should know you're the expert in your office, flirting with all the young girls, I'm surprised you even bothered to come home to me tonight, and you haven't got one of the office sluts bent over your office desk," Jo snapped back at him starting to get angry and annoyed.
"What on earth are you talking about? No one else works in the office on the weekend. Where is this coming from...... Can we just order? I'm not getting into this with you here, in front of everyone."
James had looked around and noticed the tables close to them were begging to stare. The rest of the meal went by relatively calm, although the air between James and Jo could've been cut with a knife. The service, however, was amazing. The waiter was almost constantly at their table, attending to Jo.
Jo looked up at James and pondering what she should do. Her pussy was soaking wet from Bruno's attention. For a while, she thought of Just leaving and forgetting about Andre's arrangement for her to hook up with Bruno. James wasn't meant to be here. She was meant to come for dinner alone. What should she do? Suddenly she pushed her chair back and stood up.
"I'm going to the lady's room to freshen up."
She pulled her dress down as she did, but it was still apparent to everyone that she was wearing stockings, the lace tops still visible. James watched her walked across the room, and out of his view, every man in the restaurant repeated his gaze. But what James didn't see was that Jo was not alone when she entered the hallway to the restrooms.
"Andre told me you were a hot piece of arse, but I had no idea just how fucking sexy you would be," Bruno said, complimenting Jo.
"And what else did Andre tell you, Bruno?"
"He told me you were a horny slut that loved his big cock in your arse, cunt, and mouth. And that you were a sensationally wild fuck."
"Mmhhh, yes, I did love the feeling of Andre's huge cock sliding in and out of my arse. Do you think you can do something with this?"
Jo lifted the hem of her dress above her smooth pussy. Bruno's jammed his fingers inside Jo's wet cunt, coating them in her juices as he pushed them deep to his knuckles. Jo spread her legs slightly to give him better access. Bruno pushed her backward into a toilet cubical and shut the door, locking it. Bruno dropped to his knees and began licking up her sweet nectar. Jo pushed her hands against the toilet stall walls to steady herself, semi squatting to give the man between her legs better access to lick and suck her pussy.
She loved it. She had never felt the thrill of such risky sex in her life, now here she was in a crowded restaurant toilet cubical, with her husband sitting outside waiting for her while a stranger was eating her cunt. Just that thought was enough to put her over the edge. All most instantly, she had an earth-shattering orgasm. Her legs went weak, and Bruno had to hold her up to keep her from falling on the cubical floor.
Bruno grabbed her by the waist and turned her around. She placed her hands on the toilet cistern, unzipping his pants; he pulled out his already hard cock, and proceeded to slide the tip up and down her dripping wet lips teasing her. Jo was having nothing to do with it and pushed back against him. She was so wet and well lubricated that his cock slid in right up to his balls.
Bruno held her hips and started pumping in and out of her tight but very wet hole. Slowly at first but then increasing his tempo, soon he was overwhelmed by the feeling of being inside of Jo, taking a firmer hold of her hips, he started to pound her with such ferocity her large firm tits bounced out of the top of her dress.
Jo had to place a hand on the wall in front of her, to stop from hitting her head. The onslaught of Bruno's cock in her tight cunt was also having the desired effect she sought from the slutty fuck session. Jo could feel another orgasm building, deep in the pit of her stomach, then it ripped through her. Clutching the toilet seat with one hand and steadying herself against the wall with the other, her body began to convulse. This made all the muscles in her cunt clench up tight around Bruno's thick cock, driving him to the edge of orgasm.
He pulled his cock from her cunt spun her around, sitting her down on the toilet. He grabbed her by the hair and forced his cock in her mouth, and shot load after load down her throat. After the initial surprise of his cock being forced down her throat, Jo was able to relax and take his entire length down to his balls. The swallowing part was harder to do, and sperm started to leak past her lips. Not wanting to get any on her dress, she pulled her head back and opened her mouth, letting him fill her mouth with warm fresh cum. When he had finished shooting his load, she presented her cum filled mouth to him before swallowing the entire lot, reopening her mouth to show she had swallowed it all. She then began to clean his cock with her lips and mouth.
"Mmmm, do all you Italian boys have such yummy sperm? Because I could eat that for breakfast, lunch, and dinner? Thank you, Bruno, that was just the desert I needed."
"Andre was right. You really are a cum loving slut aren't you?"
Jo thought about that for a second and realized before today she had never eaten cum, and the thought it had repulsed her, but now she couldn't seem to get enough of it. She really was a cum loving slut.
"Yes. I guess I am," Jo replied.
She stood up and squeezed past Bruno, who was pulling up his pants. She smoothed her dress down and looked in the mirror, taking out her lipstick. She began to tidy herself up before she returned to her husband, James.
"Thanks, Lady; you can come again anytime you want. I'm sure we will always have that dessert on the menu for you."
Bruno walked out of the woman's toilet, still tucking his shirt in. James was pouring the last of the wine in his glass when Joanne returned to the table.
"God, what took you so long?" James asked, looking at his watch.
"Do I question you when you go to the bathroom and sit in there for hours looking at your phone?"
"I'm ready to leave, by the way," Jo said, continuing to stand by the table and not sitting again.
James took his glass of wine and drank it down. James had already paid the bill. He stood up and escorted Jo out the door. The fresh air really hit James when he stepped outside as he had virtually consumed the entire bottle of wine himself and was now feeling the effects. He handed the keys to the car to Jo.
"You had better drive. I don't think I should," James said
"You are useless sometimes, James. We are meant to be going dancing."
"We still can. I'm fine. I just don't think I should drive, that's all."
He went to hold her hand, but she pulled it away, and they walked to the car in silence.
"Where are we heading, honey," James inquired.
"Somewhere different somewhere with some life, I feel like letting my hair down and dancing somewhere I won't run into anyone I know."
After about thirty minutes, they arrived outside of a nightclub James had only heard about from the young girls & guys at work as they relived their weekends on Monday mornings. By all accounts, the place was something of a meat market.
"You sure this is where you want to go, Jo?"
"Why are you feeling a little old, James don't think you can keep up with the younger ones."
"No, it's just I've heard rumors that this place has a reputation of being a meat market."
Jo was already out of the car. She turned to James and simply smiled, and she walked away, saying just loud enough for him to hear.
"Well, maybe it's new meat I'm looking for."
James wasn't sure he heard her right, but he thought she had said it was new meat she was looking for. They entered the club, and straight away, James could see this was a young crowd. Jo was getting lots of attention from the young men and some of the girls. Still, Jo looked like she was dressed for church compared to some of the young girls there. James didn't know which way to look; there was so much flesh on offer. It was one of those new-era clubs with five floors of DJs, all playing different stuff.
They made their way to the third floor, which must have been the chill-out floor. It was still duff duff music but more a lounge-type sound and atmosphere. They found a four-seater lounge chair with an oversized coffee table in front of it and sat down. It was soft and very laid back, causing Jo's dress to ride up over pussy. She pulled at the hem of her dress in vain as it simply wouldn't cover her, so she placed her clutch bag in her lap.
"I'll get us a drink. What would you like, darling?"
"Well, I'm in the mood to party, and champagne always makes me feel good, so that will do."
James got up to go to the bar. When he returned, he saw two very well-built young lads sat down on either side of Jo, and she laughed along with them. She had her hand resting on the leg of the tall, muscular black one. James took the ice bucket and glass over and placed them on the table.
"Honey, be a good boy and go get my new friends some glasses as well," Jo said, seeming much more relaxed now.
James surveyed the two young guys his wife referred to as her new friends and shook his head. They would have barely been twenty-one, not the age my wife would classify as a friend. But he did as he was asked and returned to the bar for more glasses. As he returned to the lounge, Jo was holding the hand of the black guy and was being led off somewhere.
"Oh, thanks James, this is Robert. He has asked me to dance. I hope you don't mind, but I have already said yes."
"Hey man, don't worry, I'm going to take real good care of your hot wife," he said smiling as he ushered Jo away with his hand on her arse.
'Suddenly Jo stopped and turned around and came back to me, I thought, thank God she has changed her mind about dancing with a guy young enough to be her son.
"Oh honey, hold my bag as well, will you, Jo said before returning to Roberts wandering hands."
James just stood there, not knowing what to do, so he sat down next to another young white guy. As soon as he sat down, the young guy got up and left. James sat there alone for probably twenty minutes before an attractive red-haired girl sat next to him.
"Hi James, wow, I never expect to see you in a club like this. What are you doing sitting here all alone?"
"Oh, Good evening Samantha, My wife Joanne wanted to come dancing, and she wanted to come here to check it out."
"Oh wow, that's cool. Where is Joanne now?"
"Some young man asked her to dance quite a while ago, and she hasn't come back yet."
Samantha was a girl from James's office. She worked for him, but on hearing Jo had been gone a while, she had a concerned look on her face. Sam knew that women Jo's age, MILF's or cougars, were easy prey in the club, and some guys targeted them as a pickup and quick fuck.
"By the look on your face, Samantha, I should be concerned about something, right?"
"Ah, I don't know James, but the guys here like to target the older woman. Because they know they are typically here to pick up a younger guy to fuck. Maybe you should go check up on her."
James suddenly felt a pang of worry in his stomach but felt his cock also begin to stiffen at the thought of Young guys touching and feeling Jo up while they danced, but he never in a million years expected what he saw when he eventually found her.
"Samantha, you have made me worry a little now. Would you mind staying here and looking after our bottle of champagne and Jo's bag while I look for her? Look, help yourself to the champagne. It's yours."
"No problem, James, and sorry to make you worried, but I thought I should warn you. Is it alright if my friend joins me?"
"Yes. of course. I will be back as soon as I find her. And thank you."
James walked around everywhere looking for Joanne but couldn't find her; eventually, he went up to the fifth floor, where the music was a lot slower and mellow. He spotted Jo out on the crowded dance floor. She was now wedged between the two young guys from earlier Robert was facing her, and they were kissing passionately. The other guy was grinding his cock into her exposed arse. James couldn't believe what he was seeing. He could clearly see jo had both of her tits lifted out of her dress, and the white guy was cupping them rolling her nipples between his fingers.
While Robert had the hem of her dress lifted up and was actively finger fucking his sexy wife's pussy. More surprisingly, everybody that wanted to look would see her naked tits, arse, and pussy. As much as James was now completely turned on by the sight in front of him. He also knew that there maybe be other people from his office there, and he didn't want the rumors of his wife being a complete slut getting spread around. James had seen enough and walked over to her and grabbed Jo by the arm.
"Hey, just what the fuck do you think you are doing, Joanne? Jesus fucking Christ. You're still married to me, and acting like a complete slut in public, it isn't fucking acceptable."
Robert grabbed my shoulder and pushed me away. Hey buddy, the lady is enjoying herself, ok, so why don't you just fuck off and leave her alone."
"That's my wife, you fucking jerk. I say what she does and doesn't do."
I grabbed Jo again and pulled her away.
"It's alright, Robert. James is right. He is my husband, and I might have gotten slightly carried away in the moment." Jo said, smoothing her dress back down.
"Jo, it's time to go. Come on. You have had enough fun for one night. We are going home."
James took Jo by the hand and dragged her off the dance floor and down the stairs to retrieve her purse from Samantha.
"Just what the fuck has gotten into you, Joanne? Why were you letting those two guys feel you up in such a vulgar manner in front of everyone? I can't believe it."
As they reached the third floor, Jo stopped and pulled away from James and said,
"It didn't seem to bother you today when you watched me from your office window fucking Andre! I bet you were up there jerking your tiny cock, too, weren't you?" She spat her tongue, now full of venom and spite.
Jo's comment had caught James off guard completely. He hadn't been expecting that. How did she know? He thought he had been careful not to be seen, but obviously, Jo had seen him, watching her fucking Andre.
"How did you know I was there?" James said, his voice now a lot more meek and subdued.
"I saw the curtains in your office move dumb arse. Then I saw the reflection of the sun flash my eyes, and I knew you were up there taking photos of the whole thing and being creepy about it."
"I'm sorry I should have put a stop to it when I saw Andre standing over your body jerking on his huge cock. Can you forgive me, please? But can I just ask why you did it and not sent him away."
"That's easy. I know you are fucking someone else. Why else would you work late almost every night and at weekends if your not? And when I saw his much more superior cock I thought if you can fuck around behind my back with someone younger and prettier, why can't I have some fun?"
Then Jo stormed off down the stairs, heading for the exit. As she pushed her way out past all the people coming in, she felt pissed off with James. The whole thought of him fucking someone younger and prettier made her angry, plus she had been enjoying the attention she was getting from Robert. Thinking to herself, how far would she have gone with him on the dance floor and wondering if it's true what they say about black cocks being huge.
She didn't even stop to wait for James as she stormed to the car park. When he caught up, she was leaning against the car, waiting for him to get there to take her home.
"Joanne, why do you keep saying I'm fucking someone else? I have never even thought about anyone else since the day I met you. You are my entire universe. I worship the ground you walk on. I consider myself the luckiest man on the planet to have you as my wife."
"I don't fucking believe you, James! You haven't fucked me in at least six months, and when you did, it was all about you. Cumming in me and rolling off and going to sleep. What am I meant to think?" Joanne now screamed at James as her frustration overcome her sensibilities.
Two large black security guards that patrol the car park heard Jo screaming and came over to see what was going on.
"Are you ok, miss? Is this man bothering you?"
"Why the fuck do you two goons automatically think she is the one that is being bothered clearly, it was my wife raising her voice at me, so we don't need your assistance, thank you, but you can leave. We are fine. It's a private matter."
The bigger guy of the two looked at me very sternly.
"I don't like your attitude, arsehole. I will tell you if this lady needs our help or not. So just shut the fuck up and stand over there. Now miss, are you ok? Do you require our assistance? You sounded pretty upset."
"I'm ok. Just pissed off with my husband. Apparently, I found out he is a pervert and likes to watch me and take photos of me secretly, I caught him today, and I was just angry with him, that's all, but I'm fine, thank you."
The two security guards looked Jo's body over from top to bottom, then looked over at me before to smaller of the two said,
"Well, in his defense, If I had a smoking hot piece of arse like you at home, I might do the same, fuck. You are a fine-looking bitch."
That comment really pissed James off, and he lurched forward to give the guy a piece of his mind, but the security guard grabbed him by the arm, twisting it up behind his back before pulling out a set of handcuffs and cuffing James wrists together behind his back.
"I fucking warned you to stay over there. Now you have pissed me off. And I'm forced to call the cops saying you made a move against me."
"Are you fucking insane? You called my wife a bitch. Do you think I'm going to let a Neanderthal like you insult my wife? Call the cops, let them come sort it out, you fucking arsehole."
Jo could see the security guy started to get pissed off with James and was afraid he would hit him, and she didn't want that. She was beginning to feel a little guilty about the whole night. Especially after James's little speech of how he worshipped the ground she walked on. Just as the security guard started to make his way to James, she grabbed him by the arm and said,
"Look, this has been a big misunderstanding. Why don't you nice gentlemen un-cuff my husband, and we will be on our way home?"
"I'm sorry gorgeous It's too late; I have had to cuff him, which means now I have to make a full report and call the police to deal with him."
Jo put her hand flat on his broad chest and ran her fingers down to his stomach. Looking up into his eyes, she asked,
"Come on, is that completely necessary? Surely there is something I can do to change your mind and let us go?"
"What did you have in mind, sweetheart? Because this is a fairly serious event, and it might be hard to persuade me into letting him off that easy."
The big security guard looked Joanne up and down again before reaching around and grabbing a hand full of her arse. Jo's hand instinctively slid down below his waist, and she rubbed his cock through his pants.
"Jo, no! Don't you dare let the knuckle-dragging ape near you. Please, babe, anything is better than that. I'm calling his bluff; let the cops come. I don't care; just don't let these two touch your perfect body."
Jo looked at James as she felt the security guard's massive cock growing inside of his pants. She turned and looked up at the big black guy, and she thought he is quite a good-looking guy. His arms and neck were covered in tattoos. He did look like a bad boy. Jo then felt a hand grab her firm full tit and started mauling it, squeezing it, and pulling on her thick hard nipple. It was the other guard he had reached around and was squeezing her tit. Jo tilted her head back, and the bigger guy leaned down and kissed her full on the mouth. His big fat lips almost cover her entire mouth. I watched as Jo's tongue slid into his mouth, and before I knew it, he was reaching under her dress.
"Ooooh fucking hell, your fingers are so fucking thick, my God, they feel good inside me," Jo purred like a cat.
The other guard got in behind Jo, slid the strap of her dress down her arm, and pulled her tits free, bunching the dress around her waist. I stood leaning against a car with my hands cuffed behind my back, watching. The big guy stopped kissing Jo, leaned down further, and sucked on one of her big fat nipples.
"Fuck me. You are one fine piece of arse. You know we are going to fuck you, baby girl, and I guarantee you, your old man's cock ain't ever going to touch the sides again when we are through with you."
"That's sort of what I was counting on. I have recently discovered I'm a slut for huge cocks, so I hope you aren't just talking this up, and you are packing what I'm needing."
"Fuck man, you don't deserve a fine bitch like this. She's way too hot for your lame whimp arse," the smaller guy said.
I couldn't believe Jo. Her entire personality had changed. She had turned into someone I no longer knew. I lifted my head and watched her being finger fucked while she had her tits mauled. And I had a sudden realization. This was college all over again. It was like she was all of my old girlfriends rolled into one super sexy package. A few people started to move around in the car park area, so the security guards decided to take Jo somewhere more private. They dragged me along by the arm as well and behind the club was a mobile site office. They open the door, and we all went in.
"The smaller guy said to Jo, "I'm Jacob, and this here is Tiny."
"Well, I hope that's just a nickname because I'm married to tiny I want big fat and juicy," Joanne said, looking at me and smiling.
I looked around the office and noticed a bed at one end, but more troubling were the multiple security cameras around the room. I needed to stop this. It had gone way too far. Jo had some fun, but it was time to end it all, they were going to film it all for sure, and I couldn't have that on the internet. So I made one final plea.
"I'll give you a thousand dollars each if you let us go right now and leave my wife alone."
Tiny just laughed, "Fuck your money, rich boy, your wife's pussy is worth a shit load more than a couple of bills," he said as he pulled Jo's dress up over her head, leaving her in just stockings and heels.
Tiny spun Jo around and kissed her neck, and reached under her so I could watch his large fingers disappear inside Jo's previously tight pussy. He pulled them back out and bought them up to his mouth. They were so wet, and he sucked them clean.
"What the fuck bitch. You have already been banged tonight. I just got some funky tasting jizz out of your nasty pussy."
Jo looked up at him and pouted her lips.
"I did fuck the Italian waiter in the restaurant we had dinner in tonight. He fucked me from behind in the ladies' bathroom, and it was so hot knowing my husband was waiting for me in the next room.
"Dam girl, you really are a dirty white hoe. I guess that makes your old man here a Cuckold. What do you think about your wife now you know she a cock loving whore?"
I didn't answer. I was hurt Jo had gone that far. I knew something was going on with that fucking waiter, I thought.
Well, I don't go sloppy seconds to no one, so I suggest you get over here and get this nasty cunt clean for me."
Jacob grabbed me by the arm and dragged me across, so I was in front of Jo. Then he pushed me down on the ground, trying to get me on my back.
"Wait! Undo the handcuffs, please I can't lay on my arms. I promise I won't try anything. I will comply," James begged, knowing his dream of cleaning Jo's cunt of cum was about to come true.
Tiny nodded to Jacob, and Jacob undid the handcuffs. I willing laid onto my back and waited for Jo to sit on my face. As she lowered herself down, her pussy opened up, and it looked open and stretched, and I suddenly realized Tiny was right. I didn't think Jo's previously tight cunt would ever feel tight on my small cock again.
Before she even got her pussy on my mouth, a large glob of Bruno's cum slid out and into my open, waiting mouth. I savored it on my tongue before swallowing. Jo's pussy made contact with my mouth, and I instinctively slid my tongue into her as I had done with all my college girlfriends. This had been my dream since marrying Joanne, and now I was finally her cum eating cuckold husband, the man I was always born to be.
To be continued.
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