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Nancy's Night Out (MF, oral, voy)
by Eli
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Amateur Slut Night at the Roadhouse. Don't you just hate it
when the Reagans' go out drinking?
It wasn't your usual Friday night. We had tickets to the
annual Norma Jean's Summer Bash, and Nancy was feeling a bit
playful. Usually, for these occasions she dressed rather demurely.
But, after a couple of after work coolers, she decided to wear
something racy (for her). She put on her black bow-tie tube top,
black stretch mini (over her black bikini cut panties) and heels.
A white blouse over the shoulders (in case it got cold) was tied at
her midriff. A quick trip to the bathroom to touch up her make-up,
and we were ready to roll.
Norma Jean's was just starting to fill up as we arrived.
Shortly after getting in, we went our separate ways. There were
friends from both of our works, and it was only polite to meet
them. We got our complimentary drinks, and I would occasionally
stop by her table with another (Happy Hour can be easy on the
budget). By the time the pizza came out, I was done mingling, so
I picked up a couple of plates, and took them over to where Nanc
was sitting. She had a bit of a red glow (as she usually does when
she drinks) and was having a good time with her friends. I noticed
a couple of her male co-workers giving her a sideways appreciative
glance earlier, and they didn't stop now that I was there.
Nancy gobbled up the pizza, and asked me to get her another
drink. When I returned, she took a big gulp of the rum and coke and
then pulled a cigarette from her purse. Nancy never smokes unless
she is really looped, and that has only happened a couple of times
in her life. I pulled my chair close to hers and gave here a
squeeze. She giggled and blew a few smoke rings. I asked her if
she was having fun, and she replied that she would like to have
more fun. She told me to pull my chair close to the table, while
she did the same. I took a swallow of my Sunrise and complied.
The conversation around the table turned to the Expos, my
team, so I joined in in my animated fashion. While I was talking,
I felt a hand working down my zipper. Nanc piped up that she
thought baseball was boring, and then took another sip of her
drink. While I was making a point about Moises Alou, she managed
to free my cock into the cool nightclub air. I lost my train of
thought for the moment, but proceeded with the conversation, so as
not to let the people know what was going on. Nanc snuggled close
to me and discretely pumped my cock.
" I'm going to make you come" she said.
" Here ?!"
" Yes, I'm going to make you shoot on the floor."
With that, she quickened her pace, while I tried hard not to
let on. Nanc started kissing my neck, and I in turn put my left
hand in her lap. Her thighs were damp from a mixture of sweat and
lubrication. I flicked my finger over her clit, but she slapped my
hand, telling me to wait for later. She then took her other hand
off of mine, and proceeded to massage my balls. That was too much
for me, and I started to squirt. I came on the bottom of the
table, the floor, and probably on some of Nancy's co-workers shoes.
Nanc pulled her hand out and gave it a lick, mumbling something
about pizza sauce, and grabbed a napkin to wipe it off. I
discretely tried to put my member back in my shorts and zip up
inconspicuously.
Nanc pulled her chair back away from the table and put her
legs in my lap in a rather unladylike fashion. Anyone passing by
could get a good look at most of her legs. She said that her legs
were sore, and could I massage them. With her 2+ inch heels in my
lap, I could do nothing but comply. As I started to rub, I noticed
a couple of ribbons of come on her legs. that vixen! She had me
rubbing my own come into her skin. She appeared to be rather proud
of herself, and much less shy than she usually was outside our
bedroom. After I had finished the massage, she repostioned her
chair next to mine. I asked her how it felt to have come squirt on
her in public, and she said it was nice, but not enough. I then
asked her if she wanted someone else's come to squirt on her, and
she got a funny look on her face.
" Get me another drink. I have to go to the washroom. I'll
give you a reply when I come back."
She then sashated up past the bar and towards the washroom.
I noticed the lustful glances of a half dozen guys as she walked
past. Then I followed her to the bar for refills.
The conversation had resumed about trees and Arbour Day, so
I didn't notice that Nanc had returned. But as she sat in her seat,
she pulled on my arm. I looked at her, and she put something in my
hand. I looked down, and there were her soaked panties in my hand.
I resisted the urge to put them to my face, and instead slipped
them into my pocket. Nanc commented on how hot it was in there,
and removed the blouse from her shoulders. I got my answer.
My partner grabbed one of her friends and headed for the dance
floor, while I tried to keep one ear on the conversation and one
eye on her. Soon, a couple of guys had moved in, and had paired
off with the two girls. nancy was really strutting her stuff. She
did frequent twirls to see how high her skirt could swirl.
Unfortunately, the skirt was too tight to give much of a show.
She also danced with her arms beside her boobs, giving a very
clear view of her cleavage when she bent over. Soon, a slow dance
came on, and she and her partner had their hands all over each
other. She was pulling his crotch into hers, and he was playing
with the bottom of her skirt. On the next fast dance, a different
fellow cut in, and her dancing was even more suggestive. Between
watching, and the conversation at the table, I lost sight of her.
I peeled my eyes to see my vision of loveliness on the dance floor,
and when I couldn't find her, got up to take a look around.
Evidentially, she and one of her partners had disappeared.
I wasn't really worried, as Nanc is a big girl ( in attitude,
on a petite frame) and was able to take care of herself. However,
my mind was racing as to what my horny wife might be up to. Soon,
my thoughts were interrupted by the call of nature. As I made my
way past the bar to the washroom, I checked the dance floor again.
Still no sign of her. I went down the stairs, past the cloakroom,
and into the john, the pressure in my groin from the alcohol, and
>from not knowing what was going on. After I had relieved myself,
I started to head for the stairs, when my eye caught a glimpse of
a metal heel. The type of shoe looked very familiar, so I stayed
in the shadows and let my eyes adjust to the light. Sure enough,
there was my wife on her knees under the stairs, with the pants of
some jock open, giving a tongue bath to his engorged member. I was
torn between wanting to break things up, and curiosity as to how
far things would go. She was working his cock faster now, and I
could tell that he was getting close to cumming. With her free
hand, she pulled her tube top down from her breasts, and pulled
away just as he was about to erupt. Long streams of jism flew from
his cock, landing on my wife's neck and creamy white tits. When he
had settled down, she used his softening cock to work his cream
over her skin. I couldn't take any more, and snuck up the back
staircase and back to the table. A half hour later, Nancy showed
up, with a devilish look in her eyes, and sticky streaks on her
neck. I asked her what she had been up to. She told me she would
tell me later, if I was good. With that, she lit a cigarette, and
ordered another round.