A Most Unusual Evening - Sex Stories

A Most Unusual Evening

... matted bush and dripping pussy. With no hesitation, you dive in and I feel your tongue wipe across my wet opening. You lick and suck and slurp at my flowing opening. I feel your tongue eagerly scouring every crevice of my pussy, which excites me more and more, in turn causing me to gush with more wetness. The pleasure is too intense and I begin to writhe and moan. I'm getting hotter and hotter and hotter, and then..." Suddenly Jennifer paused. "Well, there it is. That's my fantasy. I think perhaps I'd better stop there. I don't want things to get too hot right here." She looked down and I followed her gaze to see her petite hand wrapped around my straining erection, long since pulled from inside my shorts, which was indeed weeping fluid out of its swollen eye like a d***k after a bar fight. Holy shit! How did that happen? I looked up into Jennifer's face and was immediately overwhelmed by all the questions I wanted to ask her. "So that's your fantasy?" I asked, accusingly. "You said you wouldn't be mad." She said with a cringe. "Are you mad?" "So let me get this straight - you want to fuck Carlos the car jockey in the backseat of our car, then come into my office and seduce me into drinking his come right out of your freshly fucked pussy???" I surprised myself with my vehemence. "It's just a fantasy." She said with a shrug. "I could never do that in real life. And a lot of the details were kind of embellished. A lot of that stuff - whew, where did that come from! But..." ...

... Here she fixed me with a sly grin. "...There are some parts that I would be interested to 'explore.'" I was nearly apoplectic. "Exactly what parts of that charming tale would you like to 'explore?'" I spat. Jennifer was grinning from ear-to-ear now, though I wasn't sure why. "In real-life, Roger is creepy and smells bad. So it will have to be someone else." She paused for my response, but I was dumbstruck. "You should see your face right now," she laughed. "It's priceless. I'm flattered. Thank you. Even if Antonio Banderas was parking my car, I could never have sex with another man, especially behind your back. For our purposes, do you think you could play the part of Roger?" Jennifer was flushed and panting slightly. I eyed her cautiously. "You want me to pretend to be a valet and seduce you in the back of our car?" "Um, well, no. I don't care about the valet or the car. It's the rest of it." "I don't understand. You'll have to spell it out for me. If your fantasy is to get seduced and fucked by some greasy stranger in the back of our car, and you want me to play the part, what exactly is it you want me to do?" By now I could see the blush spreading across her chest and neck like a crimson stain, and Jennifer could no longer look me in the eye. She was obviously embarrassed by having to describe her desires to me so explicitly. "I want you to screw me and then go down on me after." She blurted, still looking away. I was speechless. I could only gape at her incredulously. I ...