Here’s a little fantasy tale inspired by the ever delightful and witty “Ali2teaseU”. Thanks Ali, not least for the honour of being able to use your pseudonym as one of my main characters.
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How the blazes did I end up here? I haven’t been to a Night Club in years and, even though it’s an ‘80’s Night, things have really changed. I admit I’m a fairly well presented guy in his mid-40’s but I’ve already had two, sexy as hell, 20-something babes hit on me, and after I passed up on them a bloody guy tried to chat me up. I should be home, with my wife and kid, not on some clandestine rendezvous with some woman I’ve been exchanging e-mails with and never met.
It started innocently enough, as it always does I suppose. She used the online name of “MissTerry” – cute. We chatted, exchanged anecdotes and, when the time felt right, we flirted. Soon we found out we had a lot in common. We were both married, both in our 40’s, me about 5 years her senior, both in loving, married relationships, but both looking for something extra. A spark. Excitement. Adventure.
Anyway, I couldn’t help but feel she was driving the ‘relationship’ so it came as no surprise when she finally suggested we meet, however, it did surprise me when she said she wanted me to also meet with her husband!! I stalled. I had to. I’d never gone this far before, what if he or they were psychos? But, after an e-mailed request from the husband, James, for a chat, I agreed to meet with him. Alone. That was last week, and now, here I am, sat in a booth, in a Night Club, waiting to finally meet James’ wife, Alissa, aka “MissTerry”.
Let me just say that James turned out to be an okay guy. About my height, at 6 foot, and what you would call a distinguished appearance for a guy that must have been about 15 years my senior. He warned me that his wife of more than 20 years was a strong character whom he loved very much and for whom he would do anything for. I had a lot of respect for a man who was frank in his admission that he could no longer ‘keep up’ with his wife’s sexual needs, however, she did not want to be unfaithful to him and had limited her ‘infidelities’ to online liaisons – until now. Apparently, something about me had made them decide to cross the line.
So, here I am, waiting.
When I had met with James last week he had been very candid. Tonight was going to be about satisfying Alissa. Giving her enough of an experience to fuel both of their fantasies for quite some time. This was to be a one off, maybe, and the ground rules were clearly laid out. He showed me a picture of Alissa but it honestly did not do justice to the vision that walked into the Night Club draped over James’ arm.
She is stunning. Okay, physically, her appearance meets all my expectations. About 5 foot 4 inches tall after factoring in those 3 inch stilettos, slim and curvy in the right places with what look like very pert 36B or C breasts (I’m a guy, I can never really tell). Her long, blonde straight hair hangs loose, ending just below the neck line of her form fitting ‘little black dress’, which itself ends about 3 inches above the knees of her so shapely, stocking clad legs. She has an awesome smile on her slightly oval face as she scans the room striding alongside James. Just the way she seems so self assured, so confident in her sexuality is turning me on. Not only has she managed to turn most of the guys heads in the club, I am sure I see envy crossing the faces of several other women, 15 to 20 years her junior. God, she’s hot.
We greet each other, James taking my right hand in both of his in an affectionate hand-shake and also as a ruse to slip a gift, a little blue pill, into my hand. He tells me not to be offended and to think of it merely as ‘insurance’. I can only smile – two firsts in one night? The formalities over with we settle down in our booth to get to know each other. They are a great couple and their personalities compliment each other perfectly. She sits between her “two men” and I’m already starting to relax and think of what the night may have to offer as she takes the initiative and gently runs her hand all the way up and down the pant leg of my inner thigh. I couldn’t stop getting a hard on if I tried.
It’s not too loud in the Club for us and whilst we may look out of place compared to the majority of the patrons, we certainly don’t feel out of place. Alissa, or Ali as she prefers to be called, asks me to dance. Hell, I don’t even dance with my own wife, but tonight I’m game for anything. We even, finally, manage to persuade James to join us on the dance floor for some pretty raunchy bumping ‘n’ grinding and, despite the exertions, Ali makes it quite clear that my raging hard-on for her has not gone unnoticed. I’m grateful that, when James suggests we make it an early night and retire to their Hotel room, Ali’s face lights up in agreement.
Ali decides we’ll take their car, it’s about a 10 minute drive from the Club and James will drive. She takes me by the hand and leads me into the back of their car. She’s on fire. We latch onto each other almost as soon as we sit down, all inhibitions gone. We kiss deeply and passionately. Her mouth tastes so good. I’ve already decided that I’m going to eat her pussy to orgasm whether she wants to or not and I feel James’ eyes on us as we pull out of the Club car park.
I love the feel of her legs as my hands confirm how supple and toned she is. As I move my right hand up under the hem of her dress, to caress her shapely ass, she tenses up, oh so briefly, then resumes her own exploration of my body. I catch her stealing lustful and furtive glances at her husband who watches us as intently as he can via the rear view mirror as he drives. He has better self control than I do, that’s for sure. James is nodding appreciatively when, unexpectedly, he says “Suck his cock, Ali. Let me see what a slut you can be”.
Ali obliges by quickly pulling out my rigid member and covering it with her beautiful mouth and expertly working it in a way that I have not experienced, I regret to say, in a good many years. With perfect pressure and long, slow and deep sucking, she has me on the edge in no time. Damn, I guess I could blame the anticipation, but the truth is I cum in a matter of minutes because her mouth feels so damn good. I’m so caught up in the moment of my own orgasm that I fail to appreciate how deftly she swallows every last drop of my jism. I’m not even offended as James good-naturedly teases me for cumming so quickly – clever bugger, that’s why he gave me the gift earlier.
I’m now on a mission to prove myself to Ali.
James parks the car toward the rear of the Hotel car park, although heavily shrouded in shadows cast by the security lights, the intensity in James’ eyes is evident as he gives me a knowing nod when we step out of the car.
I take her by the arm, spin her around and bend her over the bonnet of the car, forcing her to try to support herself with her out-stretched arms. Gently, but firmly, I hold her in place as I use my right hand to lift the hem of her dress over that firm ass and then use my own legs to make her spread her stocking clad legs. Ali’s body tenses and I hear her gasp as I probe her wetness with my invading fingers. Panties pulled aside, my still erect, twitching cock gets the nod from James and I plough into her furrow. James gives an appreciative smile as he sees Ali’s reaction to the unexpected, near public fucking. I confess, there is little finesse on display here. All I can think of are the weeks of sexual innuendo, flirting and near-cyber sex as I ram my throbbing cock into Ali’s dripping wet, tight cunt. The vision of this woman spread over the car consumes me. I can feel my cock swell inside her and hear her moans of passion and lust as I deliberately fuck her so hard I lift her up on to her toes just so that I can admire the shape of her legs even as her high stiletto heels are lifted off the ground.