It’s been too long since my wife and I been out and about town. We decide to go to our old favorite spot, an outdoor beer garden across town. The food is superb as is their vast selection of craft local beers.
The hostess sat us by a central table. It was a beautiful evening, and we were starving from our trip to the shopping mall earlier. We already knew what we wanted; the bar’s signature Cesar salad for my wife, and a smoked bourbon burger for me.
Our waitress didn’t hesitate to approach our table. Pretty little thing; 5”5 blonde, wearing a loose white hoodie with the restaurant’s logo on it, and denim cutoff shorts that her ass filled out perfectly. The girl had a devilishly charming smile that was only outdone by her overall bubbly persona. She took our orders and went about her work, going from table to table.
This pretty little blonde locked eyes with me multiple times. We were sending each other knowing smiles when my wife wasn’t looking. I did my best not to make me it obvious that I was checking her out, and considering my wife didn’t notice, I must have succeeded. The waitresses toned sexy legs kept distracting me. Every time she’d passed our table, she deliberately walked behind my wife as to make sure I can gaze at her without getting caught.
Clever girl, I thought.
My wife and I finished our meal, and enjoyed each other’s company as we always do. It was time to go. As the young waitress brought over the check, I could have sworn her eyes lit up when I gave my card. The cute waitress left to charge me. Meanwhile, I excused myself from the table, to go to the bathroom. Walking past the waitress, I thanked her for the meal and asked for her name.
Marissa. She knew I wanted more than her name. I knew she wanted more than to just give it to me.
I walked out of the bathroom. Marissa was already standing there, waiting for me. She gave me the check to sign. Smiling, her pretty face slightly blushing.
Inside, on the costumer receipt was a little note that read; ‘can’t wait to see you soon’ along with her phone number.
Fuck. This got me excited.
I signed, leaving her a big tip, arguably not the one we both really wanted me to give her.
“I’ll see you soon.” I said winking at her, hiding the receipt copy in my pocket.
My mind rushed with the possibilities. I already began picturing how wild it would be to slowly slide her short shorts off of her tight young body, her panties soon to follow, spreading those gorgeous shapely legs wide apart, and losing myself in the joy of licking her wet juicy young pussy.
Get it together, I told myself as I neared my wife again. When I’m with her, she’s my priority…but I will make time for young Marissa real soon.
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That night was tortuously long. My wife and I watched TV together, talked and had our usual fun. But deep down inside I couldn’t wait to text Marissa. The minutes seemed to drag on and on. I waited patiently for my wife to pass out so I can go to the bathroom and text the hot little blonde who rekindled all sorts of memories of my fuckboy years.
Being so blatantly approached by women while I’m already out with a girlfriend, wife in this case, was something that hasn’t happened to me in a long time. In all fairness it’s probably because my wife and I don’t go to bars and clubs l as often as I did when I was single.
I couldn’t get Marissa out of my mind. Pictures of her walking around flooded my mind, placing close attention on her marvelous round firm ass and legs. The curiosity of how hot she must be underneath her loose hoody got me even harder.
I texted her a simple “hi”
And waited.
And waited.
And waited.
She never replied.
Crushed and disappointed. I deleted the text and blocked her number just in case.
And just like that…my fantasies of a torrid sexting fling with an eager young waitress went down the drain.
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Waking up in a sour mood, I spend the next few days in a stupor. Going over everything in my head… Did I do something wrong? Was it something I said?
Driving myself mad with anxiety and anticipation, that cycled through into disappointment and anger every time I’d unblock Marissas number and hope to receive a text back.
What the fuck is wrong with me, I thought. I was a player in my day. Confident. Bold. I am still that guy. More so now that I’m married. Women always showered me with affection and attention and I noticed it increase 10 fold since getting married. Granted, no one was as blatant about it, especially when seeing me with my wife. Not like Marissa. Marissa took a risk.
Why would she just ghost me? Well…she probably has a lot of guys texting her…she wouldn’t even know if it’s me or not. I knew I was trying to rationalize it all, but why bother? Fuck it, I thought, I’m not a child to rely on mind games and modern gimmicks like texting. I’m old school.
I was determined to make this slutty little blonde quiver in lustful submission before me as I make her my willing and eager extramarital fuckdoll.
I will go back to the beer garden after work, and re-charm the girl in person.
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I left work a few hours early that day and made my way to the beer garden. The same hostess greeted me in, clearly remembering who I am.
Before the hostess could sit me down we were approach by Marissa. The blonde was smiling ear to ear. Seeing her made me grin too, knowing too well what’s coming.
“Hey! It’s you again!” Marissa exclaimed giddily, grabbing my hand, “Let me show you to your table.”
As Marissa led me to a corner table of the outdoor section of the bar, I couldn’t help but grin. Checking out her gorgeous body as she walked ahead of me. This time she was dressed in a yellow t-shirt brandishing the bars logo, lifted and tied in the middle to expose her flat sexy tummy and belly ring. Her denim shorts, black in color this time, did not disappoint as they snuggly conformed to each curve, as if hugging Marissas firm round ass. I was salivating at the sight.
The girl couldn’t wait to sit me down in her section. This was a very good sign, I thought. The place wasn’t too packed, but it always picks up here.
I sat down as Marissa got very close and handed me a menu.
“Can I get you started with a drink?” She asked sweetly, her hand resting on my shoulder.
“A Brooklyn Summer Ale would be great.” I said, locking my gaze intently on her beautiful blue eyes.
“I’ll be right back.” Marissa spoke slowly, her devilish smile exuding confidence with each syllable. Her hand and fingers slowly caressing my shoulder and neck as she walked away. My eyes mesmerized on her swaying hips. What a stunning body! Marissa is definitely the kind of woman guys hate seeing go, but love watching her walk away.
Looking at the menu my mind was rushing a mile a minute. I hated it. Thinking, or rather overthinking, always led to blunders. I decided to focus my thoughts on how sexy Marissa is. Don’t think, act, I kept telling myself.
“Her you go.” She snuck up behind me, her hand on my shoulder once more as she placed the beer on the table. “Whet else can I get you?”
Her eyes and smile radiating a certain beguiling charm that sexually aroused me even more.
“I only came in for a beer, but seeing you made me all sorts of hungry” I said slowly and confidently as I smiled, maintaining eye contact with her.
“Is that so?” She giggled, “See anything you like?”
She gracefully repositioned her body, arching her back and gently thrusting her hips up towards me making her exposed flat stomach look extra yummy. She pushed her breasts up in a suggestive manner, all while softly caressing my shoulder with her hand.
“I do.” I paused, looking her up and down, “but we both know it not on the menu.”
“Oh you never know,” she teased, “I strive to please.”
“You’re trouble.”
“Why?” She giggled with feigned concern.
“If I wasn’t married…” I placed my arm around her little waist, “…the naughty things I’d do to you.”
I was feeling extremely bold, and her welcoming attitude towards my sexual advances encouraged me further.
“Well,” Marissa got even closer, her body brushing against mine, “is your wife coming today?
“No.” I said, holding her waist firmly, “she isn’t.”
“What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her” she said seductively biting her lower lip before she leaned in close to my ear and whispered, “What would you like to do?”
I slowly moved my arm down from her waist, gently tracing my fingers passed her round butt to her legs, and back up again. Firmly I squeezed her ass as I pulled her in closer.
“I want to slowly take these shorts off of you,” I paused to give her another good squeeze “bend you over, and eat that perfect ass until you cum.”
She let out a sexy quiet moan, her hot breath lingered on my ear sending waves of excitement and pleasure down my spine.
“You’re so bad,” she whispered, giving my ear lobe a quick sensual lick before continuing, “I’m going to take my break now, meet me in the handicap bathroom.”
And with a final caress of my neck Marissa slowly walked away, glancing seductively back at me with a wink. My cock was throbbing hard already as I watched her sexy ass sway along with her graceful strut.
My body was on autopilot. The only thing on my mind was ravaging this gorgeous blonde, and ravaging her hard. The environment added to the thrill, it being her job and all. I licked my lips and followed Marissa to the bathroom after a few minutes.
The handicapped bathroom was in the corner of the bars restroom area. I could tell the door was open, I didn’t even bother to think twice.
I quickly walked in, Marissa was already there waiting. We locked the door and began passionately kissing. Her lips tasted as sweet as she looked. My hands were exploring her tight little body.
I turned Marissa over, bending her close to the handicap rails on the wall. Each of her moans begging me to go on. Moving her hair aside I began kissing her neck and moving my hands down. I slowly went from her neck to her beautiful perky breast, slowly moving towards her sexy tummy. Feeling her soft skin under her shirt compelled me to eagerly lose all patience as I started removing her shirt and bra.
God she’s perfect. Small waist, perfectly round bouncy tits… As I kept licking her neck and softly biting her shoulders, Marissa kept rubbing her ass on my crotch.
I wanted her so bad.
“Fuck me” she whispered, looking back at me.
I didn’t hesitate. Squatting down in front of her slightly bent body, I began pulling down her cutoffs. It felt so surreal. The whole world went in slow motion, slowly…sensually, her shorts slid off, exposing a firm, shapely butt that further teased me with her sexy black thong. The shorts fell to the floor, with the panties quickly following.
Marissa gave me a little wiggle as I marveled at her stunning beauty. The urge took over. I spread Marissa’s ass cheeks apart and with tongue first buried my face in her inviting little asshole.
My god the way she moans and moved with each of my licks! What a thrill! She held my head with one of her hands while balancing on the rails with the other.
I cannot describe her taste, so mesmerizing was the whole experience. The feeling of her wetness started dripping down my chin. I turned Marissa over and began eating her pussy.
Her pussy was a clean jewel of divine delicious goodness, bald with only a thin blonde landing strip directing those lucky enough to explore her beautiful form to the delicate pink labia and clit. Sucking on her pretty little clit made her legs shake, almost throwing her off balance. Marissa lifted one leg on the toilet and holding the top of my bald head, she thrusted her self closer to my mouth.
I slipped a finger inside her as I continued orally indulging in her body. So hot. So tight. My mind was racing with anticipation of fucking her.
Getting up from my position I was already midway to unzipping my pants, rushing to slide them off of me. My hard throbbing cock bounced up from my falling boxers, pointing in Marissa’s direction. She was leaning back, eyeing me hungrily while sucking on her thumb.
She smiled and began to get down on her knees. No. I didn’t want that. I stopped her, turning her over, both hands on the rails. She giggled. It was a girly giggle, the kind that portrays a girls wild excitement.
“You gonna fuck me baby?” She breathed turning to look at me.
I was too filled with a lustful desire to answer back. All I could do is enter her powerfully from behind, one full hard thrust.
“Yes!” It made her moan out loud, “Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me baby!”
Like a man possessed I kept ramming inside her tight juicy pussy as Marissa kept pushing her hips down onto my hard cock…as if to ensure I get deeper and deeper inside her petite frame. I nibbled on her ear lobe to distract myself from any desire to cum quick. It worked for some time but…
Overcome with climactic ecstasy, both of us started to lose balance. Her knees were shaking, as were mine. I pulled out and sat on the toilet, pulling her by her hand towards me. Marissa turned around, sweaty with her hair a mess, she kept grinning devilishly as she straddled me.
We kissed, while she rode me up and down. This time it was me thrusting my hips rhythmically to her movements. Her skin was titillating to the touch as I ravaged her spine and hips with my fingers. Her movements started slow. Like a graceful dance, her hips moved up and down the shaft of my engorged dick. Marissa’s wet pussy and lips gripping to my shaft as she rode. I was nearing my peak, the pleasure was exponentially growing with each thrust. Her juices covered my cock as Marissa began moving faster. She kept kissing me to muffle herself from screaming. She was close too.
Thank god for the bar being loud enough to mask our song of ecstasy. She moved faster and faster! Her pussy feeling tighter and tighter, pulsating all around my cock as her body readily and hungrily swallowed me in. I could feel my eyes roll to the back of my head as I was about to cum. Grabbing Marissa by each juicy ass cheek, I labored to stand up, with her wet pussy still locked tightly on my manhood.
Knees shaking, I mustered to stand, balancing Marissa’s body. All I had energy for were a few more deep thrusts before she and I both exploded into a loud orgasmic cacophony. Sending both our bodies into a spastic writhing bliss.
We had to catch our breath. This took a lot out of us. Marissa still straddled on me, my cock deep inside her. She rested her head on my shoulder. I could feel my cum pooling inside her as my dick began growing soft. But my mind was blank. It was a feeling of pure ecstasy. The mind completely devoid of thought, only a pure cool down of our mutual climax.
We got dressed and she told me to go on before her.
I texted myself from her phone before going instructing her to text me later.
I went back to the table to finish the beer.
Marissa came out shortly after that, looking like a million bucks. She cleans up fast.
She approached me, smiling.
“The beer is on the house.” She said winking.
“Thank you,” I replied, “and thank you for that delicious meal.”
“Maybe next time you can feed me.” She said biting her lip seductively.
We both shared a laugh. She told me she’ll text me later. And with that I left.
My confidence restored, and my appetites deeply satisfied.
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I came home, still reeling from the joy of my little bar sexcapade. The guilt slowly crawling in too, but I have a good remedy for that. Giving my wife a good deep fucking, always seemed to pacify my infidelity-sparked anxiety. My wife passed out with a huge satisfied smile, while I lay in bed. Grinning at the events of the day and waiting for Marissa’s text.
1am. It was a picture text of Marissa, biting her lower lip, bent over a wall mirror, her hand spreading her ass cheek to reveal a pretty pink jeweled butt plug.
“I’m thinking of you.”
This was the start of something great!
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