Category: eroticliterature

            Steph was mad. Steph was cross. Steph puffed and blew a stray strand of hair off her face and glared at nothing in particular. A night out at the bar with friends had sounded like a great idea; drink a little, get a little buzzed, kill some thoughts and feelings, and spend some time with her adoring husband. Except he wasn’t being very adoring tonight. She looked on as he hung out with the bros, cracking jokes and laughing way too loudly at the lame jokes being told. He even made the mistake of showing her a picture of one of his former coworkers that his friend managed to get from her in a moment of weakness. Great, so not only was he looking at other women naked, he was sharing it with her. Maybe he reasoned that somehow made it ok or better, but she wasn’t having it. She put on a mock smile and just said “cool.” He must’ve felt the frost from her stare because he quickly scuttled off to his friends to make hasty explanations about why he now needed to spend time with his wife to smooth things over. It had all started out well enough, her changing into a nice skirt and blouse with him eyeing her while she did so. She wanted to look good and look good for him. Maybe she’d draw some unwanted attention and he’d come to her rescue and be the gallant hero, but no. She had spent the miserable evening with the wives with a man here or there staring her down, but with the other women around, none having the courage to act on it. She didn’t really want anyone else to pay attention to her, but maybe the competition would get his blood flowing and maybe he could exhibit some passion for her for once. But no, now she was getting the pity attention; the attention a man gives when he knows he’s screwed up and needs to make amends. All this did was make her think of Bryan and how sweet he had been to her. How kind. How complimentary. His big thick.. ugh. She gently asked her husband if it was time to go yet, and lightly ran her hand up his thigh to rest on his cock to get her message across. It leapt to life and he made his hasty goodbyes and took her to their car.
 
            They were parked in an alley behind the bar, and were lucky enough to score a prime spot that was isolated from everything but one or two cars. A wicked impulse took hold of her and she began her plotting. She held his hand as they walked and awkwardly laid her head on his shoulder. She removed her hand from his and pulled it around to her hip and wrapped her arm around him. She got into a tiptoe position and kissed his cheek. He smiled until her free hand was suddenly on his bulge. Then he just stopped cold with a blush creeping up his face. “Honey” he said, “you have to stop. Not here!” She laughed and let him lead her on. They reached their car, and like the gentleman he could be, he opened her door for him. This may have been for the best, as she wasn’t sure she quite had the faculties to do so herself. She turned to him smiling and said “thank you.” She bit her lip and moved in to kiss him. He didn’t resist as she turned it into a full open mouth kiss, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths. She again grabbed at his crotch, and he gave a weak “honey” but stopped as she began to aggressively grab and stroke him up and down. Before he could know what hit him, she had undone his pants, and pulled them and his underwear down just enough to bring him out into view. “What are you doing?” he whispered, but he made no move to get away. More smoothly than she thought possible considering her inebriated state, Stephanie slid down to a squatting position, pulling her skirt up over her hips while she did so, exposing her lower half to anyone who could’ve seen. She grabbed hold of his cock and put it into his mouth. He gasped and moaned, then looked around to make sure no one was watching. She bobbed her head up and down, using one hand to stroke him while the other made its way down to her clit, beginning to swirl her fingers around it. She aggressively sucked on his cock, looking up occasionally to give him eye contact to excite him more. By now he had noticed what she was doing down below and let out a groan. “Fuck, baby. What’s gotten into you?” She removed him from her mouth long enough to say “I don’t see you complaining,” then plunged back down on his hard cock. He moaned and stroked her hair as she desperately stroked her clit, moving her fingers down between her lips to get moisture to lubricate. He moaned and stroked her hair, his leg muscles flexing and tightening. “Damn, he’s about to cum,” she thought, losing hope that she’d have time to finish herself off before he did. She knew it was a lost cause, so she wrapped her free hand around his leg and stroked and bobbed on him until she felt his leg tense under her hand, then start to shake as he blew his load into her waiting mouth. She plunged down and took every drop into her mouth and slowly began swallowing. This was unusual for her, as she usually wouldn’t swallow him, but she was, after all, feeling particularly nasty and wanted to see his reaction. He let out a whispered “fuck, baby” as the last spasms of his cock stopped and he went limp in her mouth. She stood up and pulled her skirt down, and moved in to kiss him. When she pulled back, he said “what was that for?” with ragged breaths. “I’d just been thinking about you all day” she said, smiling. “Let’s go home before we pick the kids up” she said with another wicked grin and he laughed and said “ok.” The drive home was agony, since she hadn’t been able to finish herself off. He put his hand on her thigh and pulled her skirt up so he could reach her. He said “not while I’m driving” and quickly pulled his hand back. “He used to be a lot more adventurous”, she thought pouting. She remembered a time or two where he had played with her clit and fingered her while driving. True, it has been awkward and she didn’t get off, but it was exciting. Read more »