Fucked upskirt on a bar stool [MF] part 1

My husband and I have experimented with some of our sexual fantasies. One of the most memorable nights happened at a bar after closing hours. We got to stay there late because a friend of my husband runs the place, and the friend got to watch the security footage the day after.

My husband rented a nice hotel room for the night, and I got ready there while he got ready at home. We planned to meet up at the bar later, pretending not to know each other.

I knew exactly what my husband wanted me to wear, so I put on a tight black dress that barely covered my thigh high stay up stockings. No bra tonight, just some black lace thongs with a french opening. My husband specifically asked me to wear this thong because he loves how my fat pussy lips poke out of the french opening.

I did my hair and makeup different from my usual style: pin straight hair hanging loose down my back and heavy makeup.

By my request my husband wore a fitted shirt and tight pants that would show off his butt. I just loved seeing the contours of his masculine body under his clothes.

I arrived at the bar and made my way to the line to order a drink. My husband was already sitting in the corner of the room, seemingly not noticing me. His gaze was shifting between his beer and some young girls laughing loudly and doing shots.

After a while he got up to order another beer, and he sat down next to me at the bar. We chatted for a while, still pretending we were strangers. After a while, people were starting to leave and we kept talking. I made up some story about working as a clerk at a hotel, and he pretended to work in finance. He complimented me on my hair, but kept some distance.

I told him I usually don’t accept drinks from strangers, but that I was willing to make an exception for the guys I wanted to fuck. He seemed a little shocked at first, but then he got up and made sure to order me yet another drink before the bar closed for the night. He asked me what I would do for all the drinks he had bought me and I told him he would just have to try me.

The last people were leaving and the bartender asked us if we wanted anything else before he left. We weren’t done with our drinks so we declined, eager for him to leave. He winked at us and left.

My husband got up from his bar stool and stood behind me. «So you want to fuck?» he whispered in my ear. I arched my back so my ass poked out from the bar stool. «Yeah» I said and leaned forward over the bar. I could feel my dress slip up just enough to reveal the lace top on my thigh high stockings. My husband pressed himself against me from behind, and I could feel his warmt. His hard cock was pressing directly against my fat pussy lips that was poking out from my dress.

He traced his finger from my neck, down my arched back, and over my round butt. For a second he stopped, before he slowly dragged his finger over the edge of my dress and through my wet exposed slit. His touch sent shivers down my back, and my pussy was pounding. «You’re wet» he said and pressed three pointed fingers firmly against my pussy. His fingers entered me slowly, spreading my meaty pussy lips and not stopping until they were all the way inside.

He started finger fucking me rhythmically with one hand, as the other stroked and grabbed my camel toe. «Fuck, your pussy is fat. Let me have a good look at it.» He removed his fingers as I slid further back on the bar stool. He pulled my dress up, revealing the stockings, my round ass, and my fat pussy hanging out of the french opening. «Oh my god, just look at it» he said as he got down on his knees behind me. I could feel his breath on my pussy and I couldn’t wait to feel him eat me out. I arched my back even further, trying to push my pussy into his face.

I looked back at him over my shoulder. He was standing there on his knees, admiring my juicy pussy. He squeezed it and spread the big lips with his hand. My pussy was throbbing as he finally started to lick me up and down. He pushed his tongue inside me and worked it up and down my slit. He was toying with my clit and teasing me. An orgasm was slowly starting to build up as I was pushing my pussy out against his tongue and face. «Don’t stop» I begged, «I’m gonna cum». The licking and sucking intensified and I was getting close. I gripped the bar with my hands and held tight as the first wave of pleasure washed over me. He kept sucking on my clit until the orgasm was over.

He got up and without a word he unzipped his pants. He placed one hand firmly on the arch og my back, holding me down against the bar stool. «I’m going to fuck your beautiful fat pussy now. After that I need to fuck your ass. I will do this as long as I want and you’re gonna take it. You just need to sit there with your holes poking out and I’ll do all the work. We’re not done until I’m through with you.»

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