Jack knew I was out. Where he wasn't sure, but he had accepted that he was a sorry excuse for a husband and that I needed more to satisfy me. I had kissed his cheek as I left, his pathetic dick pressing against his cage at the contact. I bent over to fasten my ankle strap, my tight skirt riding up to flash my bare pussy. I winked and headed out. I knew he'd wait up.
The bar wasn't far from the naval base and I had always had a lot of success with the boys there. A pretty girl in a tight dress, down to fuck, wedding ring twisted to hide the gem. It wasn't long before a guy sat down beside me and insisted on buying me a drink. Tall, slender, dark hair cut short and a tattoo on his arm, twisting under his rolled up shirt sleeve. His name was Matt though I didn't really care.
"You know I'm married." I giggled over my wine. "Though he doesn't do it for me anymore."
"So you're a cheat?" He asked, eyes running over my cleavage.
"He knows I'm fucking other guys." I put my hand on his thigh. "Do you not want to make sure I go home satisfied?"
He lent close, his breath hot on my neck. I could smell the beer on his breath as his fingers danced up my thigh. "So, you want to fuck now?"
"I need to fuck now." His fingers slipped under my skirt, running over my bare lips. I felt his thick finger push between my lips and brush my clit. I let out a sharp gasp. "Are you going to come with me then?"
Matt grabbed my hand as I led him to the women's toilets. They were always empty. As soon as the door clicked shut I felt his hands pull me close, tongue in my mouth. Deep. Greedy. He carefully backed me into the sinks, I sat myself on the rim, dress riding up. His thick fingers ran over my pussy, I was already wet. He pushed a finger inside and I gasped.
"You're such a whore." Matt muttered. "Fucking a guy in the toilets while your husband sits at home."
He didn't know the half if it. His finger was quickly joined by a second, quickly pushing in and out of me. My mind flicked back to Ryan. And Sam. James. Jesse. Kyle… A few other guys I couldn't remember.
"Shit." I felt my pussy grip his fingers, waves of pleasure shaking my slight frame.
I reached out for Matt's belt. Fumbling with his zipper as he fucked me with his fingers. His tongue in my mouth, hand in my dark hair pulling me into his mouth. I wrapped my hand around his shaft, thick, long. Jack's perfectly average dick was nothing compared to this. He'd love to suck him as I watched. He'd live to feel his eight inches slide into his ass.
He ran his glistening head over my lips and pushed inside me. I let out a cry on his tongue as he slowly eased his length inside me. He muttered that I felt good. No one had ever complained before. He forced all the way inside me, resting for a moment so I got used to his size. Then he began thrusting, slow and deep, my pussy stretching. Feeling full in a way I never did with Jack. I was close, it wouldn't take much – for a guy fucking in the toilets if a bar he definitely wanted me to have my fun.
I felt him tug down my dress, tits spilling over the fabric. My nipples hard as he drew the flesh into his mouth, gripping it between his teeth as he flicked his tongue over my tight nipple. I groaned. Fingers in his hair to pull him closer. I felt the pleasure building and I let out a cry of pleasure.
"Yes Matt. Fuck. Oh fuck."
He looked up with a smirk and pulled me off the sink, turning me around and thrusting back into me. I caught my sweaty reflection in the mirror, Matt's face behind me. My hands up against the streaky glass, bracing myself against the hard thrusts. His hands kneading my tits. Mumbling in my ear.
"Your husband is an ungrateful shit. If you were mine I'd want to fuck you all day."
He thrust harder, faster. My legs trembling as I heard him let out a groan. His fat cock swelling inside me as he shot four, five spurts of hot cum inside me, coating my greedy pussy.
I pushed him put of me, dropping to my knees to clean his dick. I knew Jack loved the taste of a guy's cum in my mouth. I ran my tongue over his cock, tasting our juices mixed together. My eyes meeting his, his hands on the edge of the sink, knuckles white. I wrapped my lips around his shaft and slowly worked my way to the tip, dragging my lips and tongue over him. He let out a groan.
I stood, fixing my dress. "It's been fun Matt. I've got to go. I want Jackie to enjoy you hot."
Jack was sitting on the sofa expectantly. Straining against his cage. "I thought you weren't coming back."
He was so pathetic, I really think he's getting worse. I held out my hand and took him to my bedroom. He helped me step out of my dress and I knelt on the bed on all fours, naked except for my heels.
I looked over my shoulder. "Well, don't just stand there. Clean me and I might tell you what happened."