Double date night with my work girlfriend and what happened instead?

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I have a double date scheduled with my work girlfriend, Shannon, and her husband. Shannon and I talk all the time but I’ve never met her husband before. I reach her house to carpool with them to the restaurant. When I arrive, Shannon is still deciding which shoes to wear as she complains about her husband always being late. “Would you mind nagging that oaf to speed up?”

I head upstairs cautiously, calling his name but getting no response. I come up to the door to the master bedroom, which is slightly ajar. I peek my head in. The door to the bathroom is also open just wide enough to give me an angle on a steamy window, which shows the faint reflection of a dripping wet nude man drying up with a towel.

“Tom?” I shout sheepishly. “You there?” “Oh, hey, Sarah,” you smile calmly and push the bathroom door wide open to reveal a gorgeous naked man drying himself.

You continue drying yourself nonchalantly—yes, fully naked in front of a woman you’ve never met before—and make small talk. “I’m excited for dinner! I’ve been waiting to try Luciano’s for months,” you pipe up brightly. And you wipe between your butt cheeks and push your crotch out towards me as you do. Man oh man, what a gorgeous cock. My momentary embarrassment is only surpassed by my awe at it. And such a beautiful pair you have that I should not be looking at and so badly want to. I turn bright red and my nipples harden so much you can see them right through my dress.

“UGH THE SITTER ISN’T HERE YET,” we hear your wife shout from below, “guys, I’m going to have to deal with this.” And the door slams downstairs.

“Sounds like it is going to be a minute, why don’t you get comfortable, Sarah?” Your hand lightly pressed the small of my back as you lead me towards the other end of the bedroom where there is a gas fireplace and a chaise. “Please, sit down,” you say, gesturing to the chaise while you turn on the fireplace. Your eyes flicker at my stimulated nipples, a knowing smile reaching your lips. You enjoy my visible discomfort as you stand relaxed near the fire, feeling the warmth spread through your genitals.

“Thank you,” I mumble indistinctly. “This sure is comfortable. I like your drapes.” You turn around with your naked frontal squarely in my face. “Thank you, and I’ve got the rug to match them too. Don’t you think?” you look into me insistently.

“Oh, my, how rude of me. Are you cold, Sarah?” you ask in mock concern as you give my breast a bold feel and garnish with a pinch to my nipple that makes me whimper. “Shannon will be here any minute now, Tom,” I protest weakly while my body continues to dance to the rhythm of your frenetic fingers on my nipples.

“The sitter already texted me she’ll be twenty minutes late. She’s driving now, unable to respond, and Shannon’s gonna be busy just as long,” you wink. “I’ve heard so much about you, Sarah, about what a fantastic coworker you are. But I have to say Shannon never mentioned just how stunning you look in this knee-length dress. It’s not right that you are cold, let me take care of that.”

And instead of turning up the thermostat, you slide my dress’s strap off my shoulder to let my plump boob fall out and you kiss it with all your mouth. Your warm breath and tongue really get the blood pumping and you know what, I do feel warm. So warm in fact that I collapse to the back of the chaise and shut my eyes. “Ohhhh, Tom…”

Your teeth and tongue play with my swollen nipple, which is as hard as a pebble in your mouth. You ease the opposite strap off as well so you can cup each full breast in your hands and your mouth can dance back and forth, giving each the attention it deserves. Your hands go down, grabbing one ankle in each and pulling me until my butt is on the end of the chaise. Your hands trace electric lines up my legs, pausing to appreciate the curve of my hips underneath my dress before hooking underneath my panties. You slowly pull the lacy undergarments down, going slowly and giving me every chance to stop you. But when your lustful green eyes look into mine, I know I am yours.

My mind is blank. I freeze from a combination of shock at the speed at which things are happening and being ultra turned on by your gaze into my soul. This can’t be happening, this isn’t happening! This surely must be a dream. Well… if it is, then there’s no harm in letting it play out. Yes, that seems like a prudent strategy. With this newfound faith, I lean further back into my seat and shove your head between my legs. “That’s what I want right now, daddy,” I exclaim, “make it rain!”

You start with hungry kisses to my inner thigh and it makes me squirm a little. You are masterful with your tongue and your strong arms are assertive in what they want. And that is what I want. My heart is pounding like no other time since I kissed my now husband for the very first time—the very first man I ever kissed—at age 22. You have awoken something in me that I presumed was long dead. “This is it,” I declare to myself, “I deserve this.” And my attempts at making coherent thoughts to justify what I’m doing with my colleague’s husband are constantly interrupted by the bursts of pleasure you make me feel.

Then you take a deep look into my pussy. I barely recognize you anymore. Gone is the polite, mild-mannered father of two and instead I’m in a room with a ravenous wolf. I know to do nothing better than grab on. And so I pull your hair, which excites you so much you launch yourself on my lips. “Aaaaah,” I gush instinctively.

Your tongue laps up my wet lips with an urgency. First licking them up, then surveying their length to be thorough, grabbing them in your mouth and sucking on them and alternating between the two. And you reach my clit and make circles around it with your tongue. “Oh my god, Tom, just like that!”

You stick your determined tongue into me. Fuck, that feels *amazing*. You pin my legs deeper into my bosom and stretch me out to a wide display. With one hand firmly holding back my legs on me, you slide two forceful fingers into my pussy. “FUCK!” I cry. Your fingers, curving slightly upwards, are magic. They know exactly where to go, exactly what to do and I’m watering foolishly like an overly friendly golden retriever to a burglar like, “oh hey, stranger, come on in and take anything you like!” I know allegiances no more, except to my body and yours, and to our impending union that I *must* enable.

You fuck me so good with your fingers. Forcefully, skillfully and benevolently. All while sucking on my clit as if it were your goal to make me writhe and fall out of my seat helplessly. And as if that weren’t enough, you suddenly slide those slick fingers into my butt. Your triumphant eyes staring greedily into my face as I let out a shriek that says, “that hurts so good. Don’t stop now, you carnivore!” You continue to enjoy yourself, alternating between my vagina and my butt.

And then you rise from your knees and reveal a man with a thick, erect member that took the place of the gentleman’s unintrusive flaccid that was there some moments ago. You are ready to enter me. You rise like a predator surveying its freshly-caught victim, your face still dripping with my sex fluids. A smirk finds your lips, seeing how willing a victim I am.

You hold one thigh open, my sex fully presented before you. You place your stiff rod at my entrance and begin painting lines up and down my slit. Our juices mix. A moan from deep in your diaphragm escapes your lips as you tease me with your cock, savoring the moment before you take me fully. You can see in my eyes that my need matches your own. My transformation into full acceptance of my sexual need is complete.

You place one hand between my breasts and begin to lower your weight, feeding me your cock inch by inch. Unhurried but unrelenting. Once your shaft has fully disappeared, you lean down to place the softest of kisses on my forehead as I adjust to your size. You don’t wait long until you begin to rock your hips in and out in long strokes. Feeling the rhythm of my body with yours. Your moans become guttural and your thrusts stronger, my breasts swinging from the impact of your thighs on my ass.

“Oh, Tom,” I relented, “Why does something so wrong feel so right?” “Shhh,” you soothe. “You need this, Princess, you deserve this. Allow yourself to feel good.”

And then you lean over, fully within me, and those green eyes, only inches away, peer right into mine. My eyes start to tear up from the intensity of the moment, the tension in your stare. I reach for your lips to kiss them and you jerk slightly away, with the smirk widening on your face. You shake your head no, not yet, and continue to pump into me. I can feel the warmth of your breath and want it for myself and lunge forward to your lips again. And again, you tease your face away. You thrust so hard into me I feel your scrotum hit my butt and hear the impact reverberate through the room in a rhythmic erotic melody that suddenly bursts out of my mouth in a surprisingly loud gasp. “I’m coming!” I barely finish as you unleash your kiss on me, taking my lips for yours, as if they belong to you, and put all your weight on me. The loudness of my moan escapes uselessly into your throat and I collapse into the chaise post-orgasm.

Noticing how easy my body is to manipulate in this state, you pull my legs over to the arm rest with little effort. My head leans against the opposing arm rest and my body is inclined to give you full access. Your majestic cock, glistening in our collective liquids, enters my anus easily. With this ingress, I am reawoken. Legible words fail my mouth. I attempt feebly to communicate and reason and all I can manage are long “oh”s and “ah”s. With my legs resting against your burly chest, you show a renewed interest in my nipples. How is the flame in my body so bright when I thought all the fuel was spent?! You go harder and deeper. Between my eyes celebrating your pleasure-soaked face, my wired nipples setting the mood for the festivities and my derrière wanting to crown you emperor so you will spare me, you are in your element. “Princess, the moment is nigh,” I might’ve heard to utter but what I definitely hear is the cacophonous doorbell blare.

It’s like my senses lie to me because you seem to be bothered little. In a confident swoop, you put both hands behind me and lift me off the chaise. I levitate in the air as if I were a helium balloon and watch you settle into the chaise and watch myself seated on your cock, cooch first. I know my mission. Seconds left and I need a blast-off. The adrenaline pours through me as the doorbell rings a second even louder time. I grab your neck and you give an involuntary moan of delight. My hands close in on your neck even tighter until the moans are muffled, and I sit up and down, like I can’t make up my mind what I like better. My indecision accelerates, the doorbell goes off a third time and BANG, a jet of your warmth shoots right inside me and your throat lets my firm hands know you reached heaven and back. My hands let go abruptly and you let out a climactic breath just as another one of your jets hits my inside.

I get off you hurriedly and put my straps back on. I pick up your towel and get as much of you off me as I can before dinner. You pick up the towel, wrap it around your waist and head downstairs. As I reach for my panties, you laugh, “those are better off for the evening. There’s a dress code at this place.” I put my panties in my handbag like a hypnotized doll and go seat myself downstairs on the couch, pretending to browse a Reader’s Digest. You open the door to let the sitter in, who looks visibly embarrassed. All I know is to keep my thighs solidly together and focus on this story on the new rules of laundry.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/11p3lab/double_date_night_with_my_work_girlfriend_and

1 comment

  1. wow this certainly got me off my gf walked in right when I started to cum she leans down doesn’t say a word and drains all my cum down her throat balls deep in her mouth n didn’t gasp or gag once I told my gf to read this she did we fucked all night thanks for excellent story

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