For Display Only Pt. 05 - Sex Stories

For Display Only Pt. 05

... hell out of me? I still can't believe this serves both our needs. I keep waiting for you to dump your slut of a wife."

"Can't do that."

"But why?!?"

"We're enjoying our lives...that's all that matters. Not all marriages can say that. watching you fuck other men let's me thoroughly enjoy your immense beauty. It's like a...I've never put it in words but you're like a gorgeous painting in action. Does that make any sense?"

"Thanks for helping me clean up. I'm presentable enough to make it to the restroom for the final touches."

"So you want to stay longer?"

"Yes, if you don't mind."

"You mean the tall guy with the long black hair?"

"How did you know?"

"I read the expression on your face. He's still in there."

"Ed, sometimes I don't believe you're real."

"And you want to invite him home and fuck him in our bed."

"Yes."

We walked back in the pub to the calls of my gangbang group to rejoin them. I smiled and waved on the way to the restroom. Ed reclaimed his barstool having left his beer and car keys to save his spot.

I hadn't seen the black haired man when we came in but when I came out of the restroom I spotted him right away, in the far corner by the door. I half expected there to be a woman sitting with him but he was alone.

I walked straight to his table and right past my banger's imploring me to sit with them.

"May I?" was all I said. I had a strange feeling of already knowing him. He smiled.

"Of course. You're the girl I ...

... met on the way in," he said.

"Yes, but we didn't meet."

"Not formally but we definitely met."

"Yes, I guess so," I said, realizing how much I wanted him to rip my clothes off and....

It was rare to find a man who I was sure could make me beg but here he was. Even our silence was comfortable.

"I'm Mara."

"I'm Max."

I did not sit across from him but very close to him, something I normally would leave to a man pursuing me. But in this case I was the hunter who wanted to be caught. My gangbang contingent had given up, plainly seeing I had moved on.

The two of us were so absorbed in our physical attraction there was almost no conversation. The trance was broken when I asked what he did for a living.

He put his glass down on the table, "I'm a painter."

What? Houses, interiors?"

"No. Commercial. I do art work for various companies and clients."

"Sounds interesting."

"Not really. I'm in love with what I paint personally. That's my passion."

"And that is?"

"Women."

"Ahhh."

"So, Mara. You sought my company for a reason and I wanted you to find me. I wonder if we're of the same mind."

He placed his hand on my thigh and slowly moved underneath my dress.

I was lost in his touch, "Mmmmmm, ahhhhh."

He moved his fingers closer. The way he did it was so erotic and then with his middle finger he touched my wetness. "Ohhhh my god."

I looked around the room for recognition of what he was doing. He slid into my panties and touched my ...