Date night at the bar

[itsmagic1954]

Occasionally, my wife would surprise me most delightfully. We were out shopping for groceries, a typically mundane chore, but she was wearing a short, tight black skirt that she knew I loved

Making certain I was directly behind her, she’d looked back over her shoulder at me, smiling mischievously, as she bent down to look at an item on a bottom shelf.

She hadn’t bothered to wear panties, and I happily learned she had been recently waxed. She particularly loved arousing me and hardening my cock unexpectedly. No one else saw her.

“It was unfortunate noone else saw me.”, she said later at home. “It would have been scorchingly hot if someone had.”

She knew early in our relationship that she could rouse my passions with the simplest of things. As we had often discussed her flirting at the bar some night, she took it upon herself to take opportunities to do so on rare occasions.

One evening, we treated ourselves to date night at a local bar, talking predominantly about our two school-aged children, family, friends, and life. She looked delicious with smoky eye makeup, deep red lipstick, and a green and white top highlighting her green eyes and red-brown hair. She was proudly showing off her luscious 36C cleavage as well as wearing her short, tight black skirt, proudly showing off her legs, her best feature.

As we were talking, she became distracted.

Suddenly, without warning or saying a word to me, she got up and sashayed slowly to the bar, towards a good-looking blond man seated there. He appeared to be about 25 years old, about 10 years younger than my wife. He was muscular but not overly so. He had a swimmer’s lean body with broad shoulders and taut biceps under his crisp shirt. No wonder she was walking over close to him, I thought. From our pillow talk when we fantasized about her exploring her sexuality with others, I knew the young man was her type.

Standing at the bar next to him she swayed her hips gently while waiting to get the bartender’sattention. Unsurprisingly, given her looks, it didn’t take long.

Waiting for her glass of red wine, she bumped into the young man. They chatted idly, and when her wine came, he offered to pay for it. She graciously accepted. They were soon talking animatedly, laughing together. The young man turned away from his friends and focused his undivided attention on her.

I watched with growing interest as my wife moved into flirtation mode, stroking his bicep, putting her hand on his shoulder, and gently brushing her fingers on the back of his hand.

I knew what she was doing as I had seen her do it with other men in other bars we visited. She knew I was watching. She knew my cock was throbbing.

As they continued to talk, she subtly leaned into him, pressing her breasts against his arm and giving him an intentionally long view down her top.

She leaned down to his ear and seemed to ask him something. Nodding, he pointed to the empty barstool next to him. Sitting down, she moved in close beside him, her body pressed up tightly against his.

Their conversation soon became intimate, whispering and touching, his arm around her waist, her arm wrapped around his broad shoulders. She sat with him for about 30 minutes, getting a second glass of wine.

Suddenly, she rose from her seat, and leaning in close to him gave him a long, smouldering, sultry kiss, her arms still around his neck, her breasts still against his arm. She seductively continued stroking his biceps, while thanking him for the wine.

She carried her glass of wine back to her seat next to me. She sat down giving me the same long, smouldering, sultry kiss. I could smell his scent on her face and lips. She turned to me, telling me how much she had enjoyed that.

“You must have aroused his passion with your flirting”, I said.

“As long as I am arousing yours”, she replied. “Did you enjoy the show?”, she asked me.

“You know I did.”

“You must be more careful playing this game.”, I said. “Arousing a man’s passion, then abruptly walking away may not end the way you think.”, I cautioned.

“You could be right, but I love this game, and so do the men I play it with.”, she said mischievously. “I especially love playing the game with you”. She knew me well.

She grabbed my hard cock under the table. “Yes. Yes, you did enjoy the show.”, she purred, smiling.

Running my hand under her skirt, I pushed her lacy panties to the side with my fingers and plunged them into her sloppy cunt.

Loudly moaning, she pulled my hand from under her skirt and, staring directly at the stunned young man and with a sultry smile, she brought my fingers to her mouth and sucked.

The young man was watching our brazen display intensely.

My wife leaned heavily into me, and rasped in my ear, “I want to fuck. Now.”

We stumbled to the poorly lit parking lot, quickly stripping off our clothes before reaching the car. I opened the door to the backseat as she slid inside, putting her head down and raising her beautiful ass in the air, ready for the rough fuck she craved.

Her pussy was dripping as I moved in behind her and grabbed her by the waist.

I slammed into her cunt, and she shrieked, pushing her ass hard against me, driving my cock to her cervix.

We trashed about wildly, our bodies wetly slapping together in a frenzy.

In a final spasm, I grunted loudly as I came hard inside her wet, convulsing pussy as she screamed in a violent, body-shaking orgasm.

The scent of sweat, semen, and sex was heavy in the air inside the car

Drenched in sweat, we lay there catching our breaths, slowly recovering from our delirious fuck.

Slowly, she sat up in the seat, and turning around, smiled seductively at me and took my softening cock into her mouth.I moaned in appreciation of her oral talents Her mouth hardened me quickly, then she turned around again, placing her head down and waving her ass, telling me she was desperate to fuck again.

I moved in behind her with my hands griping her hips, my cock poised at the entrance to her delectable wet folds.

Looking over the sheen of sweat on her back, she coyly asked, “Would it excite you to know that I told him that you and I would be fucking in the parking lot tonight?” My lengthy groan gave an unambiguous answer to her question. “I described our car to him. Maybe he is outside watching us right now? That would be… hot.”

She laid her head down, waiting. Yet, just as I began to thrust back into her inside her, she pulled herself away from me.

“He wanted to fuck me. He told me that he did.”

“Can you imagine him fucking me? I can.”

“Would it excite you to know that I told him I wanted him to fuck me? Maybe I did, or maybe I didn’t.”

“Maybe I told him that when he saw me taste my fingers while I stared directly at him, he would know I wanted him to fuck me.”

“Would it excite you to know that I told him when you and I came outside to fuck in our car, he should follow us discreetly?”

“Would it excite you if I told you to go into the bar right now, and order some drinks? That seeing you come into the bar is a signal that I’m alone, naked, wet, and ready in the backseat of our car for him?”

She could feel my cock throbbing on her ass. “I can tell you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

She looked at me with her sultry heavy-lidded eyes.

“Go into the bar and order more drinks. I’ll join you shortly. Date night isn’t over for us.”

My body shuddered as I got out of the car, extremely aroused by her story.

As I walked to our table, I saw her young man was no longer at the bar.

About one-half hour later, she came to the table, looking refreshed, have fixed her makeup. “Did you enjoy waiting”, she laughed. I love fucking with your overactive imagination. I just waited in the car and got dressed.”

Fuuuck.

We finished our drinks and continued to talk, enjoying our date night.

“Wait, was that the flush of arousal on her breasts?”, I thought to myself. “Did she fuck him?”, I asked myself. I didn’t know, and she wouldn’t admit it to me if she did.

I didn’t ask. The game was so much more erotic when her infidelities were uncertain.

I was eagerly looking forward to another wild fuck at home. We relived date night while I was dragging her upstairs. I threw her on our bed, calling her a whore “Your whore.”, she corrected me.

Climbing into bed, I slid my hands up her legs to her skirt. She lifted her hips so I could pull it off. At that moment, I discovered that she was no longer wearing her lacy, black panties.

“I must have left them in the car.”, she said.

Naughty, sexy bitch, I thought.

I was lowering my face towards her dripping wet cunt, when I heard her quietly murmur, “Or would it excite to know that I gave my panties to him?.”

“God, yes!”, I exclaimed.

Then, reaching into her sopping wet cunt with my tongue, I tasted it. The unmistakable salty evidence of semen.

“Would it excite you to know it isn’t yours?”

“God, yes!”, I cried again.

“That’s good to know.”, she whispered.

“It isn't.”, she groaned. “Enjoy.”

[cuckoldtipp]

This is very Hot. I hope there is more? It shows you have 33 post, but server is busy

[venus-can99]

A really magical introduction to you. Hope to read more of your exploits…

[itsmagic1954]

The low number of posts I have submitted is nothing more than a reluctance to share the memories I have of my wife.

I kept them private, because they were mine.

We lived a long and happy life together.

I find sharing them to be cathartic now.

They aren’t my exploits, they are truths to share that give hope to others wanting to pursue this lifestyle. You can’t cause it to happen artificially. There needs to be organic growth, with her own interest aroused by
mutually shared fantasies. You both have to be into it, but she has to move it forward at her own pace.

[itsmagic1954]

There is one more story I am currently working on I hope to share soon. It will be a couple of days or so before it’s ready. Not to intentionally keep people in suspense, but it’s longer than the other two. I want to get it right. It happened long ago, and I want to capture everything clearly.

After that, I’ll be taking a hiatus from posting new stories for a while. Not because there are no more memories to share. I assure you there are several.

It will take time to recall all of the details in each adventure. Each one was distinctly and uniquely memorable. Like making a fine vintage wine, it’s a process that can’t be rushed. I want to do justice for all of them.
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[Bent_n_Twisted]

Goddamit, the admins really need to install the phpBB 'like' heart add-on.

[Cuckcuckgoose1]

Would it excite you to know......that this is one hot thread....

[itsmagic1954]

Would it excite you to know that you’ll like the next story a lot?

[Cuckcuckgoose1]

[venus-can99]

Looking forward to your next story/memory... You describe it so well and if the first post is any indication I am sure the next one would be HOT

[Cuckcuckgoose1]

He can post this in the library here. Lot's of fiction in there.

[itsmagic1954]

Sorry to disappoint. It’s a true memory I shared with my wife. Not appropriate for the library. If erotic fiction is your jam look elsewhere.

I’m about to post another memory. Our sex life was extraordinary. That it likely puts yours to shame isn’t my problem, it’s yours.

Since my wife passed four years ago, I found it to be cathartic to write them down.

And finally, attacking any contributor, simply because you believe they mischaracterized the post is weak. Fuck you.

[itsmagic1954]

Fuck those who take joy in criticizing other contributors, simply because they believe a post has been placed in the wrong category. Find another hobby.

[southbound]

Occasionally, my wife would surprise me most delightfully. We were out shopping for groceries, a typically mundane chore, but she was wearing a short, tight black skirt that she knew I loved

Making certain I was directly behind her, she’d looked back over her shoulder at me, smiling mischievously, as she bent down to look at an item on a bottom shelf.

She hadn’t bothered to wear panties, and I happily learned she had been recently waxed. She particularly loved arousing me and hardening my cock unexpectedly. No one else saw her.

“It was unfortunate noone else saw me.”, she said later at home. “It would have been scorchingly hot if someone had.

She knew early in our relationship that she could rouse my passions with the simplest of things. As we had often discussed her flirting at the bar some night, she took it upon herself to take opportunities to do so on rare occasions.

One evening, we treated ourselves to date night at a local bar, talking predominantly about our two school-aged children, family, friends, and life. She looked delicious with smoky eye makeup, deep red lipstick, and a green and white top highlighting her green eyes and red-brown hair. She was proudly showing off her luscious 36C cleavage as well as wearing her short, tight black skirt, proudly showing off her legs, her best feature.

As we were talking, she became distracted.

Suddenly, without warning or saying a word to me, she got up and sashayed slowly to the bar, towards a good-looking blond man seated there. He appeared to be about 25 years old, about 10 years younger than my wife. He was muscular but not overly so. He had a swimmer’s lean body with broad shoulders and taut biceps under his crisp shirt. No wonder she was walking over close to him, I thought. From our pillow talk when we fantasized about her exploring her sexuality with others, I knew the young man was her type.

Standing at the bar next to him she swayed her hips gently while waiting to get the bartender’sattention. Unsurprisingly, given her looks, it didn’t take long.

Waiting for her glass of red wine, she bumped into the young man. They chatted idly, and when her wine came, he offered to pay for it. She graciously accepted. They were soon talking animatedly, laughing together. The young man turned away from his friends and focused his undivided attention on her.

I watched with growing interest as my wife moved into flirtation mode, stroking his bicep, putting her hand on his shoulder, and gently brushing her fingers on the back of his hand.

I knew what she was doing as I had seen her do it with other men in other bars we visited. She knew I was watching. She knew my cock was throbbing.

As they continued to talk, she subtly leaned into him, pressing her breasts against his arm and giving him an intentionally long view down her top.

She leaned down to his ear and seemed to ask him something. Nodding, he pointed to the empty barstool next to him. Sitting down, she moved in close beside him, her body pressed up tightly against his.

Their conversation soon became intimate, whispering and touching, his arm around her waist, her arm wrapped around his broad shoulders. She sat with him for about 30 minutes, getting a second glass of wine.

Suddenly, she rose from her seat, and leaning in close to him gave him a long, smouldering, sultry kiss, her arms still around his neck, her breasts still against his arm. She seductively continued stroking his biceps, while thanking him for the wine.

She carried her glass of wine back to her seat next to me. She sat down giving me the same long, smouldering, sultry kiss. I could smell his scent on her face and lips. She turned to me, telling me how much she had enjoyed that.

“You must have aroused his passion with your flirting”, I said.

“As long as I am arousing yours”, she replied. “Did you enjoy the show?”, she asked me.

“You know I did.”

“You must be more careful playing this game.”, I said. “Arousing a man’s passion, then abruptly walking away may not end the way you think.”, I cautioned.

“You could be right, but I love this game, and so do the men I play it with.”, she said mischievously. “I especially love playing the game with you”. She knew me well.

She grabbed my hard cock under the table. “Yes. Yes, you did enjoy the show.”, she purred, smiling.

Running my hand under her skirt, I pushed her lacy panties to the side with my fingers and plunged them into her sloppy cunt.

Loudly moaning, she pulled my hand from under her skirt and, staring directly at the stunned young man and with a sultry smile, she brought my fingers to her mouth and sucked.

The young man was watching our brazen display intensely.

My wife leaned heavily into me, and rasped in my ear, “I want to fuck. Now.”

We stumbled to the poorly lit parking lot, quickly stripping off our clothes before reaching the car. I opened the door to the backseat as she slid inside, putting her head down and raising her beautiful ass in the air, ready for the rough fuck she craved.

Her pussy was dripping as I moved in behind her and grabbed her by the waist.

I slammed into her cunt, and she shrieked, pushing her ass hard against me, driving my cock to her cervix.

We trashed about wildly, our bodies wetly slapping together in a frenzy.

In a final spasm, I grunted loudly as I came hard inside her wet, convulsing pussy as she screamed in a violent, body-shaking orgasm.

The scent of sweat, semen, and sex was heavy in the air inside the car

Drenched in sweat, we lay there catching our breaths, slowly recovering from our delirious fuck.

Slowly, she sat up in the seat, and turning around, smiled seductively at me and took my softening cock into her mouth.I moaned in appreciation of her oral talents Her mouth hardened me quickly, then she turned around again, placing her head down and waving her ass, telling me she was desperate to fuck again.

I moved in behind her with my hands griping her hips, my cock poised at the entrance to her delectable wet folds.

Looking over the sheen of sweat on her back, she coyly asked, “Would it excite you to know that I told him that you and I would be fucking in the parking lot tonight?” My lengthy groan gave an unambiguous answer to her question. “I described our car to him. Maybe he is outside watching us right now? That would be… hot.”

She laid her head down, waiting. Yet, just as I began to thrust back into her inside her, she pulled herself away from me.

“He wanted to fuck me. He told me that he did.”

“Can you imagine him fucking me? I can.”

“Would it excite you to know that I told him I wanted him to fuck me? Maybe I did, or maybe I didn’t.”

“Maybe I told him that when he saw me taste my fingers while I stared directly at him, he would know I wanted him to fuck me.”

“Would it excite you to know that I told him when you and I came outside to fuck in our car, he should follow us discreetly?”

“Would it excite you if I told you to go into the bar right now, and order some drinks? That seeing you come into the bar is a signal that I’m alone, naked, wet, and ready in the backseat of our car for him?”

She could feel my cock throbbing on her ass. “I can tell you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

She looked at me with her sultry heavy-lidded eyes.

“Go into the bar and order more drinks. I’ll join you shortly. Date night isn’t over for us.”

My body shuddered as I got out of the car, extremely aroused by her story.

As I walked to our table, I saw her young man was no longer at the bar.

About one-half hour later, she came to the table, looking refreshed, have fixed her makeup. “Did you enjoy waiting”, she laughed. I love fucking with your overactive imagination. I just waited in the car and got dressed.”

Fuuuck.

We finished our drinks and continued to talk, enjoying our date night.

“Wait, was that the flush of arousal on her breasts?”, I thought to myself. “Did she fuck him?”, I asked myself. I didn’t know, and she wouldn’t admit it to me if she did.

I didn’t ask. The game was so much more erotic when her infidelities were uncertain.

I was eagerly looking forward to another wild fuck at home. We relived date night while I was dragging her upstairs. I threw her on our bed, calling her a whore “Your whore.”, she corrected me.

Climbing into bed, I slid my hands up her legs to her skirt. She lifted her hips so I could pull it off. At that moment, I discovered that she was no longer wearing her lacy, black panties.

“I must have left them in the car.”, she said.

Naughty, sexy bitch, I thought.

I was lowering my face towards her dripping wet cunt, when I heard her quietly murmur, “Or would it excite to know that I gave my panties to him?.”

“God, yes!”, I exclaimed.

Then, reaching into her sopping wet cunt with my tongue, I tasted it. The unmistakable salty evidence of semen.

“Would it excite you to know it isn’t yours?”

“God, yes!”, I cried again.

“That’s good to know.”, she whispered.

“It isn't.”, she groaned. “Enjoy.”

Great start to a fun adventure together!