My Wife or a Whore 1 - Sex Stories

My Wife or a Whore 1

... her braless tits..."my surprise?"

"Part of it," she said. "You may have another part of it now, if you can find it."

"What is this, a treasure hunt?"

"More like a pleasure hunt. You never can tell where you might find it."

She kissed me sensuously again. This time her hand explored my chest before slithering down under the tablecloth to my crotch. Her hand caressed my growing cock through my slacks. My hand found her knee. Slowly, lightly, my fingertips slipped up her inner thigh to her hemline. "This is crazy," I whispered.

"Nobody can see us," she whispered back. I looked across the table. Our waiter stood silently in front of the table casually surveying the dining room. Nancy took my arm and moved my hand closer to her crotch. Her legs parted as I got closer to her panties. My fingers found, not the panties I expected, but a bare pussy, a shaved naked pussy. "You like?"

"What's gotten into you?"

"It's going to be you in a few hours, maybe sooner." Her hand continued to stroke my rigid member. "I've decided to give you a special treat tonight, and you may as well make up your mind to enjoy it because everything is all set up. Now shut up, kiss me, and let your fingers do the walking." Her cunt lips were perfectly smooth. She took a sharp breath as I lightly touched her slit. Her hand opened my fly and fished out my rod. I wanted to protest, but her mouth on mine kept me quiet. The waiter seemed totally unaware of what was occurring just behind his ...

... back. Nancy deftly stroked my pecker quickly bringing me to the brink of a climax. She took her lips from mine and stared into my eyes as she slid slightly away from me. When the distance between us was right, her head went under the tablecloth. Her mouth encircled my boner while her hand vigorously pumped it. My breathing became very heavy as my loins tightened. I struggled to keep from shouting as I shot off into her waiting jaws. She swallowed every drop. After sitting up, she tucked my wilted meat into my pants and moved back to her original position. As if on cue, the waiter walked away.

"This is insane," I said.

"But it's gotten you excited, hasn't it?" Nancy teased. "You can't wait to find out what's next."

She was right. I love computers because they are orderly, organized, logical. That evening, so far, was anything but orderly, organized, of logical. I suspected that whatever was next on her agenda would probably be sexual, and that would be much better than computers.

The waiter returned in a couple minutes with our meals. The food was superb, the norm in this particular place. We have never even had a bad cup of coffee. Whenever I was chewing something, my hand found her thigh. I moved her dress up to expose her pussy lips. Because the tablecloth blocked everyone's view, I was the only one who could see her puffy pubes. A small pool of her juices formed on the seat. She sat so that no part of her clothing was between her skin and the seat. Fortunately the ...