It was our anniversary. We were all dressed up, sitting in a fancy hotel restaurant and my husband answered his phone for the third time.
I’d had it. I set my napkin down and stood up. He hardly noticed. I walked to the restroom, holding back the tears. He never gave me his undivided attention, not even on our anniversary.
I had to walk through the bar to get to the restroom. There was a sexy, older man sitting on a stool, nursing a glass of scotch. We locked eyes and he noticed I was upset. “Hey, are you ok?” he asked, standing up and offering me his hankerchief. “Yes, I’m fine, thank you,” I said, dabbing at my eyes. He pulled out the stool next to him, inviting me to sit.
“What’s a beautiful woman like you doing crying?” he asked with genuine concern.
“It’s my husband… this is our anniversary and he’s over there doing business when he should have been enjoying a night out with me.”
He leaned in and brushed my hair off my neck. With his lips inches from my ear, he asked, “would you like to teach him a lesson?”
“I don’t know what I can do anymore. I’ve told him it bothers me…” I felt the tears coming again.
His hand slid up my dress. Past my inner thigh, to the top of my panties. He leaned in again and said, “Open your legs for me.”
I couldn’t believe I was actually doing what he asked, but sure enough I spread my legs and he started stroking my pussy through my panties. I instantly felt myself getting wet.
“I’m going to play with your cunt like this for a while, and you’re going to go to the restroom and take off your wet panties. Then you’re going to go give them to your husband and tell him you’re going to spend the weekend with me.” He slipped his thumb inside my panties and started rubbing little circles on my clit. I felt a jolt of electricity shoot through my body. My breathing quickened and I felt myself close to cumming right there in the bar with a total stranger. He put a little more pressure on my clit and I exploded, my orgasm racking my body.
“Go. Go take off your panties, give them to your husband, tell him I’m going to fuck you all weekend, and should you decide to ever let him fuck you in the future, I guarantee you, he won’t take you for granted again. Tell him you’ll be coming home to him with your pussy full of my cum and he’s going to clean out every drop.”
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My uncle passed away last week, may he rest in peace. The funeral was held yesterday and I arrived wearing a little black dress, blue stockings and black heels. As the church filled up with mourners, I took a seat and next to me, a man wearing a black suit sat down. As the funeral director began the service, I started crying. My uncle had been dear to me, and as I thought back on how he’d impacted my life, grief overtook me. The man next to me put his hand on my thigh and leaned in to me, “You’re so beautiful, don’t cry, it’s going to be ok, shhhhh….”
I put my head on his shoulder. He was just what I needed at the moment. “Follow me,” I said. The service was ending and people were getting up. I walked to the bathroom and opened the door. He followed me in, locked the door, pushed me up against the sink and hiked up my dress. He was inside me quickly, fucking me hard. As he pounded my pussy, there was a knock on the door. “Just a minute,” I called, as I burst into laughter and started cumming at the same time.
He let his weight fall onto me as he drained his balls deep inside my pussy. We turned to face each other, both of us smiling… shit, we had a line out there, and we were leaving a single-stall bathroom together, smelling like sex.
Well, my uncle always said live each day like it’s your last, so we were really just honoring his memory.