I was drunk for most of 2015, and especially that April, so you’ll have to forgive me for not recalling every detail. This happened on or around my birthday, but I turned 22 every day of April that year so it’s really anyone’s guess.
It was one of my many birthdays. I was at Duffy’s, a filthy dive bar right off post, like I was every night. If you came into Duffy’s I knew who you were and you knew who I was, though it’s possible we’d never talked.
Aoife (I’m using fake Irish names because fake Irish pub) and her friends, and occasionally her partner (husband?) were frequent patrons, but strangers to me. But it was my Tuesday birthday and I was the life of the party, so I engaged them in conversation. Aoife and I got flirty. She wanted to step out front to smoke, which I thought was gross, but she touched my cock when she asked if I wanted to join her.
Duffy’s used to be a house. A home. In a neighborhood. Not a lot of traffic. However, it used to be a house next to an army base. They share a fence. The street ends in a secure gate (not that secure: I used to hop it when the turnstile wasn’t working.)
We exited out into what is essentially a front yard, I sat on a pic-a-nic table, and planted my feet on the adjoined bench because I’m classy. Aoife promptly sat on my lap and we made out with all the reckless abandon of a pair of drunk 22 year olds. I’m brazen, so I reached into her shirt and unclasped her bra. On the street, in front of God, security cameras, and everybody. After a few moments I learned that some very lucky women can achieve orgasm through nipple stimulation alone. But, she had a cunt, I wanted to know what it felt like, so I was not done.
I gestured for her to stand, I blindly reached up her skirt and pulled down a lacy red thong, which I quite liked. I briefly considered putting my head up the skirt, but it was tighter than would permit such an action. She returned to my lap, and I explored, manually, her very wet cunt. I’ve been with women who had concise, distinct orgasms, and I’ve been with women who have orgasmic eras, for want of a better term. Reader, when I tell you Aoife came in waves, I mean for minutes this woman squirted on my lap.
At this point, as fucking hot as it was, I was cold. Neither of us had a condom, blowjobs aren’t really a finishing move for me, so we re-entered the tavern. My pants were soaked. I don’t have any memory of even trying to roll a stealth check, so my entire social circle knew what had just happened. Also I had a red lace thing in my hand, which I, uh, made a show of returning to Aoife’s husband Baothghalach. (You thought there was only going to be one made up Irish name!) At this point my good friend and bartender, Erin (her real and Irish name!), asked why my pants were wet. Too drunk and brazen to lie, I elaborated, “she squirts,” and took up my usual stool.
At a later meeting (or maybe earlier in the night) Aoife and I each admitted to having seen each other on OKCupid. That’s just trivia. As is the fact that demonstrating a willingness and ability to make a woman cum (a lot!) got me more than one date with more than one woman. Happy birthday to me!
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Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/juxp7w/i_22_m_enjoy_someone_elses_wife_2x_f_on_my