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Public Sex 003a
One Lonely Wifeslut - 1

contains: oral, mf, ff, exhibition

The following story should only be read by those who are not offended by
stories of a sexual
nature.  The content is graphic and SHOULD NOT BE READ BY THOSE UNDER 18
YEARS OF
AGE.  It is the author's belief that you are entitled to read this type of
material and it is a
protected right under the United States Constitution.  If you enjoy this
story, let me know.


	My husband Jeff loves one thing....work!  He leaves for work at 6am and
sometimes
does not get home until after 11pm.  His interest in sex has declined as
well.  Now many of you
are probably assuming, as I did, that he is having an affair.  I have checked
up on him, both by
phone and surprise visits at work, and he is always there and always working.
He makes good
money and I do enjoy the extras we have from his successes.  But I am a very
sexual person.
	I have confronted him many times about the fact that I have needs and he
wasn't
meeting them.  He seemed uninterested in anything I had to say.  As a matter
of fact, he told me
if I needed it that bad then I should take a lover.  I knew he did not mean
that.  He gets so
jealous when I talk about my sex life before him.  I was very adventurous, he
was a virgin when
we started dating.  Since I knew he did not really want me to have an affair,
I continued
masturbating, and fantasizing.

	This brings me to our current situation.  Last December, my husbands office
had their
Christmas party at a very plush country club.  Everyone was encouraged to
bring their
spouse/date.  Most of the guys Jeff works with are single while most of the
women in his office
are married.
	The party was to begin with a social hour at 6:00.  It would be held in the
main bar, while
dinner was to be served in the banquet room at 7:00.  Jeff called me at 5:00
and said he was
running late and would have to meet me there later.  He figured it would be
close to dinner time
before he arrived.
	I was mad as hell, but since I was already dressed-up (to kill) I decided to
go ahead.  I
knew I would feel uncomfortable because I didn't know any of his colleagues.
I had not been
able to attend the party the previous year, because I had the flu.
	Before I left the house I decided to do my makeup better and wear a shorter
skirt.  I
honestly had no intention of flirting with the others, I just wanted to look
good.  I wore a black
micro skirt that accentuates my long muscular legs and a tight strapless top
that highlighted my
cleavage.  One look in the mirror and I knew I was going to be in trouble
when Jeff showed up.  I
didn't look slutty, but it was definately suggestive.
	I was the first to arrive at the country club.  I decided to wait in the
lobby for others to
arrive.  I guess I thought they would all come together and that would be how
I would tell it was
them.  After about 20 minutes, I realized they had probably came seperately
and were now in
the bar.  Having looked the people over as they entered the club, I was not
too excited about
sitting with any of them.  They were very prim and upitty.  I decided to
enter the bar and sit by
myself at the end of the bar.
	It didn't take long for the bartender to pour me a glass of wine.  He asked
if I was with
the Woods, Harriet and Lowell group.  I explained that I was waiting for a
friend that was a
member.  I gave him the membership number of a friend of mine that belonged
there and
explained that I would pay cash.  He seemed to buy the story and proceeded to
fix the drinks for
the party.  As he took the drinks to the table, I couldn't help but notice
how gorgeous he was.  He
was about 6' and weighed probably close to 200#.  His arms were very large
and he obviously
kept himself in shape.  I would guess he was in his early to mid twenties.
	After he had delivered the drinks to the party, he returned to the end of
the bar to keep
me company.  His name was Rick and he was a student at the local university.
He blushed
when I complimented him on his fine shape.  (I love shy men, that's why I
married Jeff.)

	As we talked I looked over the bar and noticed that, other than the party, I
was the only
customer.  "Slow night tonight?", I asked.  He shrugged and said it was still
early.  Most of the
members didn't come out until after 7:00.
	"Besides, it is the middle of the week and with the snow outside it might be
a slow
one.", he continued.
	I focused my attention on the table with Jeff's co-workers.  There were
about 20 people
sitting there.  I recognized Paul Woods, the main partner, because of his
greying hair.  Jeff was
always saying he wished Paul would color it because it was so speckled.  His
wife was sitting
next to him, I would guess she was at least 15 years younger than Paul.  She
was dressed in an
elegant gown and wore her hair up in one of those Ms. Prissy hairdos.
	"Is your name Kate?", Rick asked.
	"Yyyess!", I exclaimed, trying to figure out how he knew.  Then I saw he was
holding the
telephone.  I knew what that meant.
	"Hi, Jeff!", I said.  He was calling to inform me he was going to be later
than he thought.
I kinda figured that was the case.  I also knew he wouldn't be showing up.
But I guess I knew
that before I left the house.
	I returned to the bar and told Rick that my friends would not be able to
make it but asked
if I could stay and drink some more.  He didn't argue.  I figure he enjoyed
the company, not to
mention the glimpses he kept stealing.  I could tell he was infatuated by my
large breasts.
	At 7:00, the party moved to the back room and I was now alone in the bar.
If Rick hadn't
been such a shy guy I would have felt uncomfortable.
	We talked a lot and I was really getting to like Rick.  I asked him if he
was seeing
anyone and he said he was.  He was dating one of the waitresses at the club
but it wasn't real
serious.  "I see you are married.", he commented noticing the ring Jeff gave
may two years ago.
	"I AM married, but I wouldn't call it happily.", I explained.  Rick wanted
to hear more so I
explained the situation to him.  I don't know how many glasses of wine I had
had but it was
enough for me to change the topic to our sex life.
	"I enjoy adventure, and risk of getting caught, while he enjoys getting off
as quick as
possible." Rick was blushing again.  But I also noticed a large bulge in his
pants.  He continued
the line of questioning, still wanting to know more.
	I then talked about my sex life before Jeff, and I could see that was really
getting to Rick.
The bulge had grown to very noticeable proportions.
	"Could we get some drinks in the other room?", came a voice at the other end
of the bar.
It was one of the younger men that works with Jeff,
	"Sure thing, Mr Stratton.", Rick answered.  That had to be John Stratton,
Jeff had told
me how he thought John was trying to get his job.  That was why he had to
work so hard.
	John glanced down my way as Rick poured some more drinks.  "Hello, maam."
	"Hi, please call me Ka...Karen.", I managed to recover.  He would surely
think it odd that
someone with Jeff's wife's name was sitting at the bar and make me join them.
	"Nice to meet you", He answered as he returned to his group.
	"I thought your name was Kate?", Rick asked.
	I figure I had better come clean with him and explained the entire
situation.  He laughed
and assured me it would be our secret.
	I did have an idea though.  I felt embarrassed when John came into the bar
and caught
us talking about sex.  Even though I knew he hadn't heard anything, it was
still exciting.
	"So is your girlfriend working tonight?", I inquired.
	"No, she went to a party with some friends.", he quickly answered.  "Like I
said we are
only dating, it is not serious."
	It was as if he was reading my mind.  I told him I had seen he was enjoying
staring at
my breasts.  He again blushed and I quickly followed by explaining he had not
seen my best
attributes yet.  "I am very proud of these legs", I explained, "I work out
every day to keep them
like this."
	"Th..they r ..are a very beautiful." he replied as I stood and showed them
to him.
	"You have the drinks taken care of so now...what if I take care of you?", I
said with a
sheepish grin on my face.  "You really got me turned on, with all this talk."
	"But what about your husband?"
	"I told you he said it was okay.", even though I knew he would be very mad,
"Besides he
won't show up, he will call again in about 15 minutes."
	"What if we get caught?", Rick was so cute as he asked this.
	"That's part of the fun.  I can climb under the bar wells there and give you
head that will
make you beg for me to marry you.", I added with a boastful tone.

	I seductively lifted my skirt, and slowly removed my hose.  Then as quickly
as I had
revealed myself to him, I dropped the skirt, barely covering the golden hairs
he had just
witnessed.  I saw him gulp and his bulge twitched.
	I walked behind the bar and was relieved to see it was very clean.  I
dropped to my
knees and took the bulge into my mouth right through his pants.  I began
breathing heavy onto
his cotton covered cock and as it grew I could tell he wasn't wearing any
underwear.  I could feel
the ridges of the head of his monster tool, trying to break out of the
zippered jail it was confined
to.
	I slowly slipped under the bar well, It was high enough that I was not
cramped too bad.
His cock was right below the tray that held the liquor bottles.  I was about
to unzip his pants and
get a look at this young studs beautiful cock, when I heard him say, "Hello
Mrs. Wood, How can
I help you?"
	She ordered a glass of wine and another scotch for her husband.  As Jeff was
pouring
the scotch, I unzipped his pants.  I reached my hand in to fish out his cock.
He began to squirm
as my fingers began withdrawing his swollen member.
	"Are you okay, Jefferey?", Mrs. Woods asked.
	"YYYYess, maam."
	"You shouldn't be so nervous, Paul has no idea that we are fooling around.",
Mrs Woods
continued.  Rick looked terrified since he knew I could hear what was being
said.
	As Rick tried to thank her for the tip she placed in his jar, I was placing
his tip against
my red pouty lips, and running my tongue along his cock.  I felt his prick
growing even larger and
finally I had to see how large it was.  I pulled his manhood from my lips and
gasped at what I
saw...his cock was about 8" long and as thick as my wrist.  It didn't take me
long before I had
stuffed the entire shaft inside my mouth.
	Rick groaned as I increased my tempo,  I ran my hands along the back of his
legs as he
took over the rythymic thrusts of his girth.  As he continued to fuck my
mouth,  I slipped my top
down  and unfastened my bra, allowing him a better view of the large tits
that fascinated him
before.
	Seeing my huge breasts was all it took, I felt Rick's cock throbbing and
knew he would
be releasing his cum soon.  He tried to pull his cock out of my mouth and was
stunned when I
wouldn't let him.  I wanted to taste this young stud's creamy, gooey load.
He must have let off
7-8 spurts of his sperm.  I swallowed all he had to offer, not allowing a
single drop to be wasted.
I know he was shocked that I gulped it as if it was wine.  It WAS wine to me.
I have always
loved the taste of cum, but Jeff felt it was disgusting when I would swallow
his spunk and then
try to kiss him.

	When Rick's cock had finally shrunk inside my mouth, I released it, tucked
it back inside
his pants and zipped him up.  I still had my top down, when I heard someone
coming into the
bar.  It was coming from the other side and I knew it wasn't one of the
party.
	Then I heard a female voice say, "Hey, Ricky, miss me?"
	Rick very nervously greeted the young lady, I knew it had to be his
girlfriend from the
way he was acting.  She sounded drunk but I couldn't see her from under the
bar.
	"RICK!", the girl yelled, "whose panties are those laying on the back of the
bar?"
	"I..UHH..I don't know.", came Rick's lame response.  His girlfriend then
became livid,
calling him all kinds of names.  "Carrie, calm down....they were there when I
got here."
	I recognized the voice now.  It was Carrie Stone, I had gone to college with
her.  I hadn't
seen her since my wedding, but had talked to her on the phone.  I remember
her saying she got
a job managing a club.

	I decided to risk it and come out from where I was hiding.  After all,
Carrie couldn't stay
mad at someone she was as intimate with as we were in college.  Hell, last
time she called she
was wanting to get together for "a little fun" and that was just last week.
I would have but was
afraid Jeff would find out I was bisexual.
	As I crawled out from beneath the bar, I said, "Heyya Carrie!"  She had a
puzzled look
on her face at first until I reached for my panties and stuck them in my bag.
I had pulled my top
up but I am sure she knew I had swallowed her boyfriend's cum.

	"KATIE!!!!, What are you doing with my boyfriend?", she exclaimed.
	"I didn't know it Carrie.", I explained.
	"How do you two know each other?", Rick asked.

	The barage of questions continued.  But Carrie had some unfinished business,
"If you
swallowed by man's sperm, I want you to satisfy me too!" "For old times sake.
We can go into
my office for some privacy."
	I was still so horny, that I agreed instantly.  I followed her back to the
office as Rick tried
to join us.  "Get BAck TO THE BAR!", Carrie screamed, "You had your fun."
	


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