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catching up and getting caught up
She was nervous. She hadn't seen him for years. She could still feel the weight of his body on hers. A kiss that was deep, passionate and left her wanting more. She shook her head, ridding herself of the memories. Mr. Wise has always been sweet and listened to her, but his own life was in shambles. Things were different now. She checked her hair one last time and finished her make up with blood-red lipstick, glossy and inviting. She kissed her husband good-bye and left for a night out with some old friends. She arrived to warm hugs. They were a little older, a little grey and needing a break from the routine. Catching up was fun and was funnier as the drinks kept flowing. The air was warm and the breeze welcome. The more they imbibed, the closer they got. Mr. Tall went to get another round, leaving her with the Mr. Wise, who admitted a long-ago crush, she giggled coyly and finished her drink. She knew she was flirting, but there was nothing wrong with that... Was there?
Mr. Tall one returned handing her a drink and brushing her arm. The touch filled her with electricity. The bar filled up; they moved closer. An accidental touch on the calf, whilst crossing her leg sent yearning through her. Whose leg was that? Muscle well-defined and familiar. The old stories of when they were young and carefree flowed forth, so long ago, but still clear. The music turned up it became harder to hear each other.

“What did you say?” She leaned into Mr. Tall, so he could repeat the punch line.

His breath warm on her skin, she became lost in his scent.

“Sorry I missed it again,” she moaned.

This time he grabbed her ear lobe in his teeth, a little hard, but she liked the pain and craved more. She blushed, hoping Mr. Wise didn’t see. Confused, this shouldn’t happen, but it caused a deep shiver inside her. Mr. Wise dropped the lighter and as he bent down, his face grazed at her ankle. God she was in trouble. A little flirting, a few more drinks, it was time for her to use the ladies' room. She stumbled a little; they got up to catch her.

Those stairs look steep. “I might need a little help here boys,” she growled.

Each took an arm. Down the dark stairs, around the corner into the dingy bathroom they led her.

She got inside, looked in the mirror asking herself, "Would it be wrong?"

She loved her husband, but he couldn't hurt her, the way she liked. She turned on the taps and thought about what her limits really were.

The liquid courage took over, making decisions faster than she could think.

She sat up on the sink, legs spread and called out, “I'm ready."

Mr. Tall was the first one through the door.

The look of shock lasted long enough for him to ask, “Are you sure?"

She answered by lifting her skirt. She licked her middle finger and lowered it slowly, under her panties, to her already swollen clit. Mr. Wise locked the door behind them, they both stared at her. Mr. Tall took over.

“Get down,” he said in a deep authoritative voice.

Mr. Wise grabbed her wrists and put them behind her.

"Tighter,” she whined.

“Shut up!” He spat back.

Her lips quivered in anticipation.

She needed to be punished. She wanted the hurt that felt so good. Mr. Wise turned her around, arms above her head while Mr.Tall pushed her down her face inches away from Mr. Wise’s hard and thick erection.

He lifted her skirt over her back, pulling her panties around her ankles, exposing her and binding her ankles. He held up her arms, as she pushed against them, wanting to feel the resistance, Mr. Tall spanked her, tortuously soft. She meowed, hoping her pleasure was clear enough to deserve more. Again, he slapped her ass, a little harder this time. The room started to feel warm, her breathing more rapid.

How far away was Mr. Wise’s erection? Could she get to it in this position? As she pondered how to please him, a noise distracted her, his belt buckle.

“Yes!” She cried out.

Tall replied, “You haven’t earned it yet."

A million thoughts raced through her mind. How could she earn this delight? Mr. Wise took the belt and wrapped it around her wrists, tight, in a way she knew would leave a mark. She rotated her hips, aching for someone to fill her pussy. She felt a wave of pleasure, too good to comprehend. A cool tongue was softly placed on her mound. She could smell her sex in the air. She lusted forward, while Mr. Wise unzipped himself, revealing his pulsing cock. She licked it, slowly and sweetly. She focused on Wise, by taking all of him into her mouth. She was hungry for him. She became engrossed in his pleasure, back and forth, using her tongue on the bottom while listening to him moan.

Tall was very talented, he circled her clit, while his index finger traced her opening, tormenting her. She needed him. Mr. Tall deftly put one finger inside her, searching, then two. She was clamoring inside with pleasure, lust, but needing something more. Tall stood behind her grabbing her hips stiffly and gruffly, before grabbing her belted wrists, pulling her arms up and slamming into her. Her moaning only helped Mr. Wise, she sucked him harder and deeper, as her grabbed her nipples, pinching and twisting. Her pussy, wet and being filled was tightening around Tall, who slammed her, tougher and harsher then suddenly stopped. Instead, he began grinding into her deeper and deeper, hitting places inside that sent shockwaves through her entire body.

She'd sucked and licked, pulling Mr. Wise to the edge. He released, with a primal growl, as she swallowed him, warm and salty, gulp after gulp. She licked her lips.

Mr. Tall spanked her, hard, stinging her in that way she loved, pushing her down folding her in half. Wise undid the belt freeing her hands, then handing it over to Tall, who pulled out of her and backed up slowly, she could see his feet moving away. God she wanted this. She braced herself and grabbed her ankles. She needed, this, with each passing second, craving it more. She heard the air being split before she felt the crack of the belt on her skin, so painful, so satisfying.

Once, twice more... “Stand up” he ordered.

Wise got a good look, after that kissed her rapidly and intensely. He grabbed her breasts, roughly then kissed them, nibbling... biting. She grew wet with need, swelling more and more. Wise turned her around, pulling her hands behind her and holding her wrists, Tall helped her step out of her panties and spread her legs. He entered her, smoothly and deeply. He fucked her, hard and deep, taking her body further and farther until she came, wrapping around him, clenching him inside her. He reached behind her pulling her hair. She pushed against him creating more pain, more exquisite pain, while riding the waves of her orgasm. Until he couldn’t hold on releasing inside her.

She was spent, and satisfied. They left her to clean up.

She splashed some cool water on her face, pulled on her panties, reapplied the blood-red lipstick and caught her breath.

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