Night on The Town, Part 1 [MF] [Oral] [Lite Exh] [Third Person]

Mark draped a few ties on their bed as he put on his belt. The door to the master bath opened and Kate walked out, a towel wrapped around her. She walked up behind him and peeked over his shoulder.

“The black one,” she said, pressing her body up against his, her lips lightly brushing the nape of his neck.

“You don’t think I should pick something more…I don’t know, festive?” Mark replied.

“I think you should match your date,” Kate said with a light giggle, walking into their closet. Even after so many years, Mark was still enchanted by her airy laugh. “Besides, you know *Chez Trois* is the fanciest restaurant in the city. The atmosphere’ll be more ‘restrained’ and ‘dignified’, not ‘festive’.”

Her husband shrugged, buttoning up his white shirt. “Take it to mean your new dress is black?”

“Among other things,” Kate said as she walked out of their closet.

Mark stopped mid-button. Even if being a teacher didn’t allow the California native to continue to compete in volleyball after college, she still made a point of volunteering to coach the girl’s swim team and regularly took advantage of her school’s pool, keeping her body in great shape. The soft curves of her breasts were teasingly covered by a black lace bra, and the toned lines of her abs drew Mark’s gaze down to the equally lacey black panties. Leaning against the doorframe, she cocked her hips and gave her husband a sultry smile.

“We…uh, we don’t have to go out,” Mark stammered.

Kate walked up to him, her still-damp raven locks spiralling into curls in front of her eyes. “Of course we do. Jackie is already playing with Amber, and it took us two months to get a reservation at *Trois*.” She closed the gap between them, clutching his half-buttoned shirt and pulling him in for a lingering kiss. “This is just a preview for later. Waiting for it will only make it sweeter.”

Mark grabbed a handful of her firm, plump ass. “I hate it when you tease me.”

“Mmm,” she said, pressing her hips into his and feeling the bulge already beginning to form in his pants. “Bullshit you do.”

“I want more than a preview,” Mark growled, kissing her again. He began to trail kisses along her jawline and down her neck. She moaned in pleasure, arching her back and affording his kisses a clear path to her breasts.

“Mr. and Mrs. Jensen, did you want me to—” Jackie said as she walked into the room, Amber on her hip. “Oh! Oh! I’m—I’m so sorry, the door was ajar, I just thought—”

Whip-quick, Mark pulled his hand from his wife’s rear. Kate buried her face in his shoulder, an embarrassed smile spreading across her face along with a bright red color in her cheeks.

“I’m sorry, I’ll go back downstairs! I’m sorry!” Jackie said quickly backing away. Their daughter laughed, unaware.

“Um,” Mark said, feeling his ears grow warm.

“I can’t believe that just happened,” Kate laughed, stepping away.

“She not know how to knock?” Mark said, still stunned.

“She had a point. Door wasn’t totally closed,” Kate replied, brushing her hair out of her almond eyes.

Mark threw his hands up. “Guess I just didn’t think that she’d come upstairs!”

“Well you should go talk to her,” Kate said. “No need to let things get awkward.”

“I should? Wouldn’t that be your department?” Mark said.

Kate returned to the closet. “What are you worried about? She’s nineteen, it’s not like she doesn’t understand what we were doing. Just tell her that it’s fine and that there’s no hard feelings. Apologize for leaving the door open or something. I still have to put my makeup on.”

Mark sighed, willing the erection pressing against his pants to go away.

The inane babbling of some children’s show greeted him as he made his way down the stairs. Jackie sat on the couch, her face beet red. Amber sat beside her, enraptured by the sounds and colors emanating from the television. She was the first to notice Mark enter the living room.

“Dada! Dada! Sit here. Watch shows!” she cried.

“I’d love to, but I can’t right now, Peanut,” Mark said, kneeling down beside her. “Dada and Mama have to go out. That’s why Jackie is here to watch you. You’ll be good for Jackie, won’t you?”

“Oh-tay…” Amber responded, her attention already recaptured by the show.

“I was just going to ask if you wanted me to water down her apple juice,” Jackie said, staring at her toes.

Mark pushed himself up. “Yeah. In fact, let’s go get some now.” He nodded toward his two year old. “She’ll be fine for a second.”
Jackie walked in front of him like a criminal being lead to the gallows. Mark opened the fridge and pulled out the container of juice. “So, look, I just wanted to say that we’re not upset.” He pulled a sippy-cup come the cabinet and poured. “If anything, it was my fault. I wasn’t thinking.” He topped it off with water from the tap and secured the lid. “So there’s no reason to feel awkward about it, or anything.” He handed the cup to Jackie.

She took it, but she still wouldn’t meet his eyes, staring instead at his bare chest. “Your, ah, shirt…is unbuttoned.”

“Wha—oh! Right. Thanks.” Mark quickly finished the top half off his shirt, wishing he’d remembered to do that before.

“So, you won’t tell my parents?” She asked, finally looking up at him.

Mark ran his hand through his close cropped blonde hair. “I doubt that’s gonna come up at the next culdesac barbeque.” He gave a brittle laugh, but when it wasn’t returned he cleared his throat. “No, of course not. It’s really not a big deal. I don’t see how it’s anything they need to know. I’d bet you see worse in college, right?”

“Yeah, sure…” She gestured with the cup. ”I’m going to give this to Amber.”

“Good. Yes. I’ll finish getting ready.” Mark said.

Back in their bedroom, Kate was sitting in front of the bathroom mirror, door open. Her new black dress clung to her every curve, cutting off mid thigh to show off her long, smooth legs. Mark whistled low when he entered.

“Elegant, yet extremely sexy,” he said, running his eyes up and down her body.

Kate looked up from her makeup with a wry smile. “Exactly what I was going for. So is everything cool with Jackie?”

Mark shrugged. “I guess? She still seems flustered by it, honestly. I don’t think it’s that embarrassing. I told her it was my fault.”

“Well maybe,” Kate said mildly as she returned to her makeup, “she’s not embarrassed so much as aroused.”

“What?” Mark cried.

“Think about it,” Kate explained, looking into her mirror. “She’s young, horny. Sees two hot older people making out, it awakens a yearning deep within her. She’s cute, isn’t she? Maybe she just needs a mentor or two to guide her through the tumultuous experience of her own blossoming sexuality.”

Mark did his best to look aghast, but a rueful laugh broke through his facade. “You are wicked. Absolutely evil. If her parents knew you’d even joked about that, they’d never let her come over again. Then who’d we get to babysit?”

“Good thing her parents aren’t here, then,” Kate said. “It would get too crowded, anyhow.”

Mark leaned in to whisper into her ear. “You’re right though. She is cute.” He leapt out of the way of Kate’s playful slap.

“You make me mess up my makeup and I will kill you,” she said. “Go put your tie on.”

Snatching the black silk tie from the bed, Mark tossed it over his shoulders and gathered the rest of them in his hands. “Gotta admit, it is kind of frustrating to need to wear a tie.”

Kate slid a deep red lipstick over her lips. “What? Why’s that?”

“Because,” he replied, hanging the others back in the tie rack in their closet, “I have to wear one every day. It was hard enough just to get Mr. Peterschmidt to allow me to not work tomorrow, on a damn Saturday, so we could go out tonight.”

Kate pulled out her eyeliner. “Sure, but that’s because Peterschmidt knows how valuable you are. That’s why you just got a promotion!”

Popping his collar up, Mark walked back towards the bathroom. With the absent minded ease of daily repetition, he knotted and cinched the tie, folding his collar back down. “Yeah, sure. One more reason to celebrate tonight, I guess. This just isn’t what I thought I’d be doing.”

“What?” Kate said, looking up. “Married to the love of your life? Father to an absolute angel (provided she’s had her nap)? Owner of a beautiful new house in the suburbs? Provider for your family?”

Mark laughed, running his hand through his hair once more. “Yeah, ok, laying it on thick. I’m just being maudlin.”

Returning to the mirror, Kate said, “Of course you are. But I’ll have none of that, tonight. We’re gonna go out and celebrate in style. You won’t complain about Peterschmidt overworking you, I won’t complain about Principal Ross under-appreciating me. Deal?”

“Deal,” Mark said, kneeling down next to her. “You are right though. You are the love of my life.” He kissed her on the crown of her head. She smiled. He shifted, kissing the side of her head, running his hands up and down her sides. Then he took her earlobe in his mouth, bit it gently.

She dropped her makeup, wrapping a hand around the back of his head. He kissed her neck. “What…what did I say about messing up my makeup?” she breathed.

“Oh, right. My bad. I guess I’ll wait downstairs,” Mark said, a devilish smile on his face. He yanked his black suit jacket off the knob of the bathroom door and tucked it over his forearm, giving her a playful salute.

“Now who’s teasing?” She glowered at him as he left, her eyes alight with desire and frustration. Still, it was never a bad thing to watch him go. Even if the overtime he was putting in kept him away from the gym more than he wanted, he still ran at every opportunity, and his form-fitting dress pants revealed the fruits of his labors. His slim fit shirt showed off his broad shoulders and wide chest. His arms were not as bulging with muscle as Mark’s view of masculinity thought they ought to be, but they never had a problem picking her up—to be carried, to be lifted onto the kitchen counter, to be held up by her thighs and fucked standing—so they were exactly as strong as they needed to be. Subconsciously, she licked her lips.

In the living room, Amber was still on the couch, her legs hanging off the edge and kicking happily, drinking from a sippy cup held in both hands. Jackie sat next to her, arm around the toddler, her phone in the other hand.

Even if she had been being facetious, Mark couldn’t argue with his wife: Jackie was certainly attractive. Her wide eyes and button nose still painted a picture of innocence and youthful exuberance, but that was undercut by the body of an adult. Her perky tits and taut midsection were snugly gripped by a tank-top, leaving precious little to the imagination, and her denim short shorts put to her small but tight ass on display.

Mark shook his head to clear his thoughts. He couldn’t help his initial reaction, but he shouldn’t dwell on it—he was nearly a decade older than her. At her parents’ insistence, the entire cul de sac has attended her high school graduation, barely a year ago.
“Hey guys,” he said, descending the last step.

Jackie looked up from her phone, her complexion no longer flushed. She gave him a polite, if still slightly nervous smile. Amber popped the sippy cup out of her mouth. “Dada! Where Mama?”

“She’s still upstairs, Peanut,” Mark said. “She’ll be down in a minute. Then we’re going to go out for a little bit. Get dinner.”

“Din-din?” Amber echoed.

Mark sat next to her on the couch. “Yup. And you’re going to have a special din-din, too! Miss Jackie is gonna make your favorite: Macaroni and cheese!”

“Yaaaaay!” Amber cried, then shoved her cup back in her mouth.

“So you’ll be alright tonight?” Mark asked, turning his attention to the babysitter.

“Of course,” Jackie replied. “She’s perfect. She never gives me problems.”

“Sure. Until she does,” Mark chuckled. “Either way, you have both of our cell numbers, so don’t hesitate to call.”

Jackie tossed her phone on the cushion beside her. “Oh, I absolutely will hesitate to call. It’s your fifth anniversary, Mr. Jensen—”

“Call me Mark,” he interrupted, without fully knowing why.

“…Mark,” Jackie continued. “And it’s not my first time watching Amber. I’ll be fine. You guys should on focus on…” She stared at his chest then looked upstairs, a faint blush of color returning to her cheeks. “Yourselves.”

Mark shifted on the cushion. “Right.”

Amber, oblivious to the sudden discomfort of the adults flanking her, popped her sippy cup out of her mouth. “All done! All done!”

“Very good!” Jackie gushed, relieved at the distraction. “Here, I’ll take that.” Content to not have her shows interrupted, the little girl handed the cup off without looking and Jackie went to the kitchen to rinse it out. Mark slumped back against the couch with a sigh.

Kate walked down the stairs as Jackie was returning to the living room.

“Mrs. Jensen, you look…incredible.” Jackie said, her progress arrested.

“Aw, thank you, Jackie,” Kate replied. “I certainly don’t get to wear anything this nice at school, so I figured ‘go big or go home’.”

“I wish I had a dress like that,” Jackie said. “What I wore to prom was a disaster. My mom has no fashion sense at all. I wanted to delete all the pictures, but she wouldn’t let me.”

Kate laughed. “Someday you’ll look back on them with fondness. But nobody’s expected to have good taste in high school. Maybe sometime soon you and I could go shopping.”

“Yeah. I’d like that,” Jackie replied, a smile spreading across her face. “I’d like that a lot.”

Mark stood and pulled on his suit jacket. “Ready to go, hon?”

“Yep.” Kate went to the couch and bent down in front of Amber. “Be good for Jackie, okay?”

“Oh-tay,” Amber replied. “Good, Jack.”

“Jack-ie,” Kate stressed. “You’ll get it eventually. I love you, buttercup.” She kissed her daughter’s forehead. “Jackie, if you need anything, please call—”

“No offense, Mrs. Jensen, but Mr., er, Mark, told me the same thing,” Jackie said. “Don’t worry about me. At worst, if I really can’t handle her, I’ll just take her a few houses down and ask my mom for help. Go enjoy your night.”

Kate gave the teen’s shoulders a gentle squeeze. “We’re lucky to have you. Not everyone your age would give up their Friday night to babysit, even for the money.”

Jackie shrugged, offering a weak laugh. “Well, it’s not like I have anything better to do. And besides, I like…” she dropped her gaze. “Ah, I mean, you guys are cool. So of course I’d do it. Way I see it, I still owe you for being the best teacher I’ve ever had.”

“Oh, come on. The flattery is not necessary.” Kate pulled Jackie in for a quick hug. “But it’s appreciated nonetheless. Doesn’t get you a raise, though.”

The three shared a laugh. Kate stepped back from her embrace.

“Have fun, you guys,” Jackie said, waving as the couple walked out the door.

“Oh, we will,” Kate called over her shoulder.

The sun was just setting as the got into their sedan. “Nice view,” Kate said.

“I agree,” her husband replied, looking her over.

“Oh, get in the car,” she snapped, but her grin belied her mask of annoyance.

Turning the ignition, Mark brought the car to life and they rolled down the driveway into the circular pavement of the cul de sac.

“So I have a confession to make,” Kate before they had reached the end of the block.

“Well this oughta be good,” Mark replied, flipping his turn signal.

Kate licked her lips. “The more I think about it, the more turned on I am at the thought of someone…watching us?”

Her husband glanced at her, eyebrow raised. “You mean…”

She nodded, staring out the window. “Well, not Jackie specifically; that could be…weird. But even still, the thought that she might have walked in on us farther along…maybe didn’t make her presence known right away…”

“Well aren’t you a filthy little minx,” Mark said with a chuckle. “And in this hypothetical, what would Jackie have seen?”

Kate placed a hand on Mark’s thigh. “Why don’t I show you?”

“What?” Mark looked at her again. “I’m driving!”

Adjusting her seatbelt, she leaned over and brought her painted lips inches away from his ear. “Then you’d better concentrate,” she whispered.

Her hand slip down his thigh into his crotch, and she heard him swallow. She could feel his cock stiffen beneath his pants. She continued rubbing it, and let out a moan of pleasure as Mark’s dick began to strain against the fabric.

“Jesus…” he muttered.

She caught his zipper between her fingers and slowly pulled it down. She snaked her hand inside his pants to rub his member through his boxer briefs. With some careful maneuvering, she freed it from its constraints, and it shot straight out. With a coo of satisfaction, she gently wrapped her fingers around his hard shaft and began to jerk it.

The road widened to two lanes, and Mark eased the car to a stop at a red light. Sidling up to his ear again, Kate began to stroke his dick faster. “Do you think anybody in these other cars can see?” she whispered, her voice husky.

“Um…” Mark replied, his eyes fixed straight ahead.

“Do you think anybody’s looking over at us?” she continued, her low voice like velvet in his ear. “Think they know that I have your hard cock in my hand? That I’m jerking you off right now, in the middle of traffic?”

Despite staring ahead, it took Mark a second to realize the light had turned green.

“I wonder what they would think if they knew I was about to go down you,” she said, lowering her head.

Mark’s grip on the steering wheel turned white-knuckle as he felt her tongue trace a circle around the tip of his penis. Continuing to stroke his shaft, her mouth descended, enveloping his head and sucking gently.

She loved the feeling of his dick filling her mouth. Moving her head up and down, she took more of him inside of her with each bob, making sure to keep her tongue sliding across his cock. Almost able to swallow his the entirety of his nearly seven inches, she moaned as the tip of his dick hit the back of her throat.

Between their jobs and their child, it had been too long since she’d had the chance to really take her time sucking his cock. Her tongue swirled around his shaft and her hand kept pumping. Her free hand slid down her own thighs and hiked her dress up the scant few inches needed to provide her access to her already soaked panties. She began to rub herself as she fellated him.

Mark’s breathing was quick and shallow. The road practically swam before him. Their sex life as of late had been hurried, nearly perfunctory; something to be squeezed in where it could rather than something to be focused on. Kate was making up for lost time, blowing him with an enthusiasm he hadn’t felt in months. The deft skill of her hand, and the warm pleasure of her mouth, were sending shockwaves through his body.

Risking a glance down, he saw her head bouncing on his cock, and noticed her pleasuring herself as she did so. Seeing how much she enjoying sucking his dick brought a whole other level of eroticism to it, and he could already feel the pressure building in the pit of his stomach.

“I’m…I’m gonna come…” he said, his voice faint.

Pulling her mouth off his dick, she looked up at him. “No,” she said, her voice begging and commanding all at once. “Not yet.” She dragged her tongue from the base of his shaft to the tip. “I’m not done with you yet.”

Mark did his best to focus on the car in front of him, but he knew he was fighting a losing battle.

Kate took him in her mouth again, savoring the slightly sweet taste of his precum. She began to rub her clit more vigorously, moaning around his cock.

“Oh, fuck,” he murmured.

She knew he wouldn’t last much longer. His throbbing member was warm, slick with her saliva. She slid up and down his shaft. Pushing her soaked panties aside, she pushed a finger into her pussy. Her other hand, still firmly gripping his dick, began to pump faster. The sloppy sounds of her sucking filled the car.

Mark’s heart pounded. There was a tight knot in the base of his stomach. He was almost there.

Kate continued ramping up her pace. She began to twist her wrist as she jerked him, swirling through the wetness her mouth left behind. Another finger went inside her pussy. Her hips bucked. Streaks of lipstick were painted across his shaft, staining it red. His sensitive tip moved across her tongue as she sucked and slurped.

“Gonna…” he breathed, trying to keep the car between the lines. “Gonna…”

For a brief moment, she released his dick from between her lips. “Yes. Come for me. Come for me, Mark.”

Kate dove back down on his dick, opening her mouth wide. Her fingers curled inside her. She forced her head down as far as she could go. His swollen member pushed into her throat, twitching and trembling.

With a pulse, his dick shot a thick rope of cum down her throat. And another. And another. She could feel his cock pulsating on her tongue, throbbing with each spurt.

“Ohhhhh, fuck,” he groaned. His stomach heaved as another load shot out. She moaned again, her mouth still full of his dick.
Kate fingered herself harder, wildly aroused at the feeling of Mark cumming in her mouth.

Mark’s head hit the back of the seat and he exhaled, finished. Kate swallowed eagerly, pulling up a bit and gently stroking his shaft. Her tongue danced around his tip, making sure she sucked down every last drop.

Once she was certain, she pulled her mouth off of his dick, kissing the tip with a giggle. She pulled her fingers out of her pussy. “That was fun. Can’t remember the last time you came that hard.”

“Holy shit,” Mark said. “That was incredible. I nearly crashed.”

Kate adjusted her dress, pulling it back down her thighs. “Well I’m glad you didn’t. Because I didn’t get to come yet. So you owe me.”

“You’re damn right I do,” Mark said with a grin. “I’ll look forward to paying you back in full.”

Kate smiled at him, licking her fingers. Her eyes were ablaze with lust. “Mmm. Good. Because the night is young. Who knows where we’ll end up?”

 

To be continued

 

(This was my first erotic story. I’d love to hear any feedback, positive or negative. I have plans for where to take this story, so if there’s an audience out there willing to read it, let me know!)

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