Dancing with a Friend - Sex Stories

Dancing with a Friend

... whispered seductively. I couldn’t believe what I was saying! My husband would kill me if he heard a word of our conversation. The thought of cheating on my husband had never even crossed my mind until I felt John’s massive dick press against me. I had never felt anything so big in my life. “Haha, and just a few minutes ago you were all worried about how you were married.” he asked as I turned around to dance with him face to face. “That was before I discovered the monster in your pants!” I said as I slid my hand down the front of John’s pants, squeezing his hard cock. “I want to be faithful to my husband but I can’t pass up the chance to be with someone with a dick as big as yours.” I continued, massaging his dick through his pants. “If I knew it was that easy to make you forget about your husband I would have pulled it out when we first met!” he joked. “I would have sucked you off right there in the parking lot.” I said licking my lips as I slid my hand up and down his shaft. “What a slut!” he said before he realized what came out of his mouth. “Shit I didn’t mean to…” “I am a slut for your big black cock.” I replied catching him in the middle of an apology. “Wow, ok then!” he said grinning ear to ear. “Let’s get out of here.” I said holding his hand pulling him behind me as I made my way through the crowd to the exit. The second we reached my car he grabbed my ass with both hands lifting me onto the trunk. He leant in kissing me deeply as I wrapped my legs around his waist ...

... pulling him closer. I slipped my hand down the front of his pants wrapping my hand around his cock. He moaned deeply as my hand slid up and down the shaft of his dick. We continued to kiss as I unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his cock. With both hands wrapped around his thick black shaft I started jerking him off as we made out. The feeling of his massive black dick in my hands turned me on so much I soaked right through my panties. For a moment I considered fucking him right there in the parking lot. Just then I spotted a cop pull into the lot putting a hold on our fun. A few moments later and John would have been inside me. We jumped into the car as quickly as we could and pulled out of the lot. “Where are we headed? I’d get a hotel room but I’m short on cash” John said. “I don’t think charging a room to my husband’s credit card is a good idea either.” I said looking back at him. “Damn, I’m really trying to get in that pussy!” He said fearing his luck had run out. “Fuck it. We’ll go to my place. My husband is in bed by now.” I said crossing my fingers. “What? Are you crazy?” John scoffed. “Where else are we going to go? He goes to sl**p early and is a real heavy sl**per.” I assured him hoping I was right. “Seriously?” He said unconvinced. “We’ll have the living room to ourselves. We can fuck right on the couch.” I said with a devious smile across my face. “And if we hear him get up we’ll stop and act like were watching a movie.” I continued. “You are one crazy slut!” he ...