Sexy aunt in tights
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"What about those two over there?" Ethel said.
Marjorie Ambrose followed her friend's glance. They were sitting in a speakeasy on West 49th Street and for the past few minutes Ethel had been teasing Marjorie about picking up some men to make the dull hot afternoon more interesting. Marjorie thought it was just teasing, but she wasn't sure.
Now Marjorie glanced briefly at the two young men at the bar and then she looked at Ethel again. "You're not serious."
Ethel chuckled. "You're wrong, darling. I mean it."
"Ethel, I've got a husband."
"And so do I. We both have husbands and we've both been married long enough to be bored. Don't tell me you haven't cheated on Stanley before."
"I haven't and that's the truth."
"But I bet you want to."
Marjorie felt uncomfortable. Yes, she did want to. Sex with Stanley was so boring these days. When she could get it at all. He was always so busy with his friends, he never had much time for her. The idea of going to bed with some stranger was exciting, but she wasn't sure she had the nerve to go through with it.
"Ethel, I just can't."
"Oh, yes you can. One of those romeos is walking over here now and we're going to invite them to sit down with us."
So there it was. Marjorie remained passive. The young man who came over to them now was maybe twenty three or twenty four and he stood there smiling down at them with amusement in his eyes.
"My friend and I would like to join you."
Ethel smiled up at him. "What's your name, honey?"
"I'm Bob and my friend's Fred."
"If you promise to behave yourself, you can sit with us."
And so it began. In a few moments the two young romeos were sitting with them, Bob on one side of the table beside Ethel and his friend Fred next to Marjorie. They began talking, and before long Marjorie relaxed and told herself maybe she deserved it. Having the attention of the man beside her was pleasant and even thrilling. Yes, thrilling. It was thrilling just to pretend that something would happen between her and Fred.
After a while Fred's arm slipped around Marjorie's shoulders. They were into the second round of drinks before she leaned against him and quivered as he kissed her neck.
"Please, don't do that."
"Why not?" Fred laughed.
"I don't know. It tickles."
"Hey, let's get out of here and go someplace else," Bob said.
"To do what?" Ethel said.
Both men laughed. "Have a party, I guess."
Ethel shook her head. "Not the four of us together."
"Well, all right, then two and two."
Ethel looked at Marjorie. "Are you okay?"
Marjorie hesitated a moment and then she nodded. "Yes, I'm fine."
Ethel giggled as she leaned against Bob's chest. Marjorie couldn't see it, but she suspected Ethel now had a hand in Bob's lap.
"All right, I'm ready," Ethel said to Bob. "Take me out of here and make me happy."
The four of them left the speakeasy together, but outside on the sidewalk the two couples broke apart and said goodby.
"Be nice to my girlfriend," Ethel said to Fred with amusement in her voice.
"Don't worry, I will," Fred said.
Marjorie quivered as Fred's hand casually dropped to stroke her buttocks through her thin summer dress. Oh God, what am I doing? she thought.
"Where are we going?" she said.
Fred shrugged. "What about my place?"
"And where's that?"
"Up in Yorkville. You don't mind, do you?"
She thought Yorkville was low class and she wanted to say she did mind, but maybe that would hurt him and she didn't want to do that. He seemed pleasant enough. If she was indeed cheating on Stanley, she wanted to do it with someone who was pleasant.
Fred was gallant enough to take her to his apartment in a taxi. Once they were seated in the back of the cab, he pressed against her and slid a hand over her thighs. "You're beautiful."
Marjorie blushed. "Do you really think so?"
"You bet I do."
A quiver went through her as she looked at him. "You move in on a girl pretty fast, don't you?"
He seemed amused. "Look at this. Look down here."
She looked down at his lap and she blushed when she realized she could see the outline of his penis through his trousers.
Well, he's not the first, she thought. She was a married woman and she'd seen them before.
"Be careful, the driver's looking," she said.
But Fred only squeezed her thigh and laughed. Then he spoke softly in her ear. "What do you think Bob and Ethel are going to do?"
"I don't know."
"Come on, tell me. She's your friend, isn't she? Will she go all the way with him?"
"I told you I don't know."
"Do you like Clara Bow?"
"Mmmm."
"You look like her, you know. I like brunettes. Do you think she's a real brunette? Maybe she has fixed hair and she's dark on top and blonde down there. You think that's possible?"
Marjorie laughed. "Does it really matter?"
"I told you I like brunettes."
She knew he was teasing her, but the racy talk soon had its effect on her. Then she gasped as he pulled the hem of her dress back until her thighs were exposed.
"Don't do that!"
He whispered at her. "The driver can't see anything."
Maybe it was true. The partition that separated the front part of the automobile from the back seat was high enough so their legs were probably hidden from the driver's eyes. In a moment she leaned against Fred and moaned as she felt his fingers stroking her sex through her step-ins.
Fred chuckled. "You like me, don't you?"
"Yes."
She did like him. She liked the way he smelled and she liked what his fingers were doing to her. She was now in a hurry to be alone with him.
Twenty minutes later they were in a cluttered little room with two grimy windows overlooking York Avenue. Marjorie was already out of her clothes, naked as she crouched down in front of him to get his trousers opened. She was still feeling the liquor she'd had, and now that she was committing adultery she was determined to enjoy it. At the moment she had no concern for Stanley; all she cared about now was getting what she wanted from Fred.
She brought Fred's cock out of his fly and she smiled as she looked at it. He had a nice one, thick and pink and already wet at the swollen tip.
"It's like a banana," she said.
"No, it's like a wurst."
"You're German, aren't you?"
Fred laughed. "This is Yorkville, isn't it?"
He brought his balls out, two big eggs in a smooth scrotum, and then he moved his hips to get his cock swinging. Marjorie knew what he wanted, and she giggled as she pressed her lips against the red glans. He held himself still as her mouth touched his penis, his flesh hot against her lips, hot and throbbing and the soft skin like velvet. She held the root of it with her fingers as she extended her tongue and fluttered it over the tip.
"Hey, that's nice," he said softly.
Maybe he was wondering about her, wondering how come she was married and yet here with him doing this. She didn't care. She was beginning to have a good time with him.
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