My tight grip elicited a grunt from him, but that turned to a contented moan when I began working my tongue up and down the shaft. He tasted clean, like he’d just washed, and I wondered if he took special care when he went out in search of a woman. A man like Charles probably would. My busy tongue reached the tip and swirled all around. Charles gasped my name and braced a hand against the wall behind him and tangled the other in my hair. His grip on my head tightened when I started softly sucking his head. I scooted my butt back against the wall to improve my own balance, which helped me concentrate more on getting Charles off.
What a thrill it was to be sucking some stranger in a bathroom stall. It was so slutty—and I loved it. I imagined my husband in the stall next to us listening intently, and I tried to slurp loudly, despite my fear of discovery. Would Dave be leaning against the wall just on the other side of me—jerking off while he pictured his wife on her knees for some stranger? I could see Dave doing just that.
Firm pressure on the back of my head indicated what Charles wanted and I complied, sliding his prick into my mouth, taking it deeper and deeper with a series of bobbing motions until I’d swallowed most of his shaft. It was easy to take him after so many years of wrapping my lips around my husband’s thicker cock, but he was pushing at the back of my throat and I had to relax to take him deeper. I couldn’t quite deep throat him—he was just too long—but from his moans and the way he held my head I knew he enjoyed what I was doing. I knew he was getting close because he became more and more aggressive. His fingers twisted in my hair and he urged me faster. Soon he was more fucking my mouth than I was going down on him, but I didn’t mind. It just added to my feeling slutty and that was hot.
I must still have it, because I did not have to suck Charles very long before he was grunting my name and warning he was going to cum. I don’t know if it was really a warning, per se, because he kept his fingers knotted in my hair and forced me to keep his cock in my mouth. That was fine, I don’t mind swallowing. What else was I going to do with his load? I did not want him cumming on me anywhere, and I’ve always thought spitting is rude. I stared up at him and kept sucking even as I felt the first jets hit the back of my throat. Charles came hard and I choked a bit, but he still held me in place. I liked being used like that. He came quick and hard, but there was not a lot of it, so I took it all without much fuss. Charles’s gaze burned into me and he kept holding me there—kneeling in front of him—until he was satisfied he was finished.
The shaft slipped from my mouth, leaving a wet string stretching back to my lips that I caught with a flick of my tongue. Charles smirked—he liked that. I took the proffered hand and he helped me back to my feet.
“Seems this isn’t your first time on your knees, Dana,” Charles said. He tucked his cock away like nothing had happened. “You’re a natural.”
“I’m guessing that’s a compliment?” I wiped my mouth on the back of my hand.
“In my world it is.”
I pushed my dress back into place so that it covered everything it was supposed to, but realized my hair must be a mess and there was nothing I could really do about that. I was hardly going to stand in front of the mirror in the men’s room and try and fix it. “Then I’ll take it as one. It’s been a long time since I did something like this.”
“Give a blowjob at all, or do it in a men’s room?”
“I certainly haven’t done it in a place like this in a long time.”
“No, you don’t seem the type of woman who regularly does this sort of thing.”
“Not for a long time, anyway.” I didn’t want him thinking I was normally completely boring. “Don’t you think we should get out of here?”
I had been too busy to pay attention before, but now I strained to hear if anyone else was in the men’s room. I didn’t hear anyone, but that didn’t mean the coast was clear. There was still the attendant, at least. Charles opened the stall door and I tried to look as dignified as possible as we exited. The attendant deliberately ignored us and there was not anyone else around. I checked and found the door to the stall beside ours was indeed closed. Had Dave been listening? Did he hear what a little slut his wife was?
Charles offered me another drink and I felt he still thought he could get me up to his room, but I declined, telling him it was time for me to return to my real life. He was disappointed, but took it in stride, and even gave me his card, which simply had a telephone number on it. He told me to call next time I was looking for an adventure.
I looked all around the casino floor for my husband, but he wasn’t anywhere. If he had been in the bathroom with us he should have exited. Finally, I texted him:
-where r u?
-come up to the room
The reply came in seconds and I was on my way. The security guard who made sure only guests boarded the elevators to the rooms gave me a knowing look. I’m sure he thought I was for hire. I even felt judged by the couple who I shared the elevator with and kept my eyes focused on the floor. My hands were shaking so much by the time I reached the room I could hardly fit the keycard into the slot. The room was dark, except for the lamps beside the bed, and that was where I found my husband. Dave was in the middle of the bed, fully nude. His thick cock stood straight up like a beacon guiding me to him. I stopped in my tracks a few feet from the bed.
Dave did not speak, or even react. He just stared at me. I didn’t know what to do with myself and shifted from foot to foot. I put my hands on my hips and then removed them. The pose felt too arch. And Dave just kept looking at me. I don’t know how much time passed, but I couldn’t take the silence.
“Say something,” I pleaded.
“Take off your dress.”
Okay,
that
was not what I had in mind. His tone did not suggest it was a request. I don’t normally like being bossed around, but I guess Charles had left me in a submissive mood. I reached back, unzipped my dress, and let it fall to the floor. I could see him examining me, perhaps looking for marks where Charles had touched me. My panties were definitely askew. Charles had stretched the elastic nicely when he was playing with me. Dave focused there, naturally.
“Take off your panties, too.”
“Dave?” His voice was low, his tone even. It betrayed nothing. At least his cock told me he wasn’t entirely unhappy.
“Do it, Dana.”
I wiggled out of my panties and dropped them, too, and stepped clear of my discarded clothing. My pussy was drenched and obviously swollen. It was clear
someone
had been playing down there, and we both knew it wasn’t my husband. So why wouldn’t he tell me how he felt about that? He stared at my pussy and his breathing got heavier. I was close to freaking out.
“Christ, Dana. Come here.”
I took my time closing the distance and then crawled onto the bed between his open legs to kneel in front of him. Up close, I could really feel him appraising me, looking at the wife who’d just let another man touch her.
At last, Dave allowed the hint of a smile. I knew everything was okay. “That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.” His voice was a rasp.
“You were in the men’s room, too, weren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Did you hear everything?”
“Yesss…” It was like he had to force out the admission.
“You liked watching me?”
He nodded and I took his hand and place it on my mound. I was soaked and swollen.
“He touched me out there in front of everyone.”
“I saw. I couldn’t believe you did that.” Dave’s voice was low, breathy.
“Did what? Had a drink with another man?”
“You know what I mean.” I knew Dave loved it, but it seemed he couldn’t quite bring himself to say what I’d done. That was odd, but it was okay. I learned it was fun to tease my husband.
“Oh, you mean you can’t believe I let him put his hand up my dress?” I teased. He nodded. “His name was Charles, by the way. Charles knew what he wanted. He wanted to fuck your wife and when I told him no, he tried to convince me.”
“Like this?” A finger pushed between my lips and found my clit. I gasped and swayed on my knees. I was past teasing. What I needed was to be fucked, but I didn’t want to cut this part short. I wanted to give Dave his payoff. He did not touch me the same way Charles did. Dave knew exactly what made me tremble after so many years of marriage and he rubbed me in that way that always turns me to jelly. Charles was skilled, but he did not know my body like my husband did.
“He…fingered…me…” I was difficult to get the words out. Dave switched his attack, fingers filling me. “Oh God,” I whimpered. “Like that…while everyone watched. While
you
watched.”
I leaned forward and grabbed his prick. He was full and heavy and more than ready for me. The head dripped in anticipation. I stroked his cock and his body stiffened. “You watched another man make me cum.”
“Ah fuck, Dana.”
Dave threw me onto my back and swiftly entered me. It was marvelous to be so full. I locked my legs around his waist, trapping him inside me. This was what I so desperately needed after my sexy night. I’d struggled to hold back with Charles, but now—here with my husband—I didn’t have to.
“This is what Charles wanted, baby. He wanted me to go back to his room with him.”
“But you didn’t want to?” Dave stared down at me and I wasn’t sure which answer he wanted to hear.
“I couldn’t. I told him no. He was frustrated. He wanted to fuck me so bad.”
“I’m sure he did. I think half the men in that casino wanted to.”
Dave found a slow, steady rhythm that stoked my passion, but let me keep teasing him.
“When he realized I wasn’t going to go upstairs with him—
Oh Dave!
—that’s when he dragged me into the bathroom.”
“It didn’t look like he had to drag you, Dana.”
I shook my head, dug my nails into his back. The headboard was bolted to the wall, but it still clicked as the bed hammered into it. Dave quickened as his excitement grew. “He didn’t. I didn’t want to be a tease. I knew I had to take care of him.” After a hearty moan, I added, “I
wanted
to.”
“I know you did. You’ve always loved sucking cock.”
“God, I do!” I was getting close. I felt it throbbing through my body. I couldn’t believe how turned on that night had made me.
“You couldn’t wait to get my cock in your mouth that day in the library.”
“Yess…”
“You love playing the little slut,” he spat through gritted teeth.
“Yes, baby. I was such a slut tonight. I got down and took him out and sucked him hard. I let him fuck my mouth…”
“Fucking hell…”
“And I made him cum in my mouth. I wanted every drop.”
“Fuck, Dana. Ahhh…”
I don’t know which of us lost it first. I climaxed so hard I was only vaguely aware of Dave cumming. Reality blurred for a few seconds as I melted away. When I finally came back to that room, I was lying in my husband’s arms and he was kissing my forehead.
“I love you so much, babe,” Dave said.
“Love you too, honey,” I replied, squeezing him.
“Tonight was something, huh?”
It was good he wanted to talk about it. Like most men, Dave could be taciturn, and given his reluctance to fully discuss it before we did anything I had been curious what he’d have to say afterward. This was not a time for him to retreat into himself. “Yeah, it was different. Was it good for you?” It was a serious question this time, not a tease.
Dave chuckled. “Do you really have to ask?”
“I’m concerned with your
feelings
, hon, not your hard on.”
“You should
always
be concerned with my hard on, Dana.” I lightly stroked him and his cock twitched; there was still some life in it even after that incredible sex, but he didn’t spring back to a steel rod the way a twenty-year-old would have. “I feel fine,” he continued. “I’ll admit, when I first saw you by the roulette table and saw that guy’s hands on you I wasn’t sure if I could go through with it. I was suddenly afraid we were making a huge mistake.”
“But you got over it?”
“I did. All of the blood rushing down from my brain stopped my thinking. Was that weird for you too?”
“A little bit, but I think I’d already addressed most of my fears about doing it. I knew just meeting a man wouldn’t put us in any danger. I knew the real danger would come later.”
“What do you mean?”
“Uh-uh. We’re talking about you right now. So you got over your reservations?”
“Well, yeah. It was hot and I didn’t see anything so bad happening—not out in the casino.”
“But then we moved to the bar…”
“For a second there I was afraid you’d go somewhere I wouldn’t be able to see you. I wasn’t ready for that yet.”
That gave me pause and I stopped stroking his cock. Did Dave foresee a circumstance where I would just go off on my own with another guy? Dave was my safety blanket. Even going into the men’s room with Charles I was confident my husband would be right there. If I’d been alone with Charles—if I’d gone up to his room—anything really could have happened. I was not there yet, and didn’t know if I ever would be. I didn’t want to get off on that tangent, though. I wanted to know how Dave felt about tonight, so I stayed on topic.