A Fuck to Remember

It was a late afternoon and we were finishing off a lovely dinner together. I sipped at my glass of white wine and smiled at Charles. A waiter carrying three plates of hot food walked past my field of view and my eyes clamped hard on his buttocks as he walked away. I felt my panties instantly soak with my juices. I turned to Charles and smiled. “Darling, I really need a good fuck tonight,” I said, staring into his eyes. I saw the wry smile sneak across his face as he nodded. “Relegated to the spare room am I,” he replied knowingly. I slowly nodded. Charles is a wonderful husband and lover, very attentive and his oral skills are second to none. It’s just that sometimes, I really need a fuck that will blow my mind, make me scream, satisfy my horny wanton nature. Charles is not that sort of person, but he understands. I crave, for want of a better word, someone who can fuck me all night long, someone who can be powerful in bed and downright dirty when they need to be. When I get like this, the nearest word that describes me is nymphomaniacal. I have come to live with it, and over the years, so has Charles. That is why I love him so much. I knew that tonight, Charles will watch me as I dress and get ready to go into town, he will drop me off at my favourite bar and he will stay in the spare room until it’s all over. We carried on chatting and having fun over dinner, but all that was on my mind was tonight. I just couldn’t wait. When we left the restaurant, I casually looked down at the faint wet patch on the chair I had sat on and I smiled, mostly to myself. When we got home it was about four in the afternoon. No sooner were we through the door when the phone rang. It was my mother. I answered reluctantly as she tends to keep talking for hours. We chatted, and chatted. I started to look at the clock and I became rather apprehensive. I started to walk around the house, pacing to and fro across the lounge. I glanced at the clock again. Suddenly, Charles was standing next to me. He was motioning for me to give him the phone which I did. He covered it with his hands. “Go on, go!” he exclaimed nodding towards the stairs I smiled at him and gave him a quick kiss before I ran upstairs. I heard Charles speaking with mother as I left and reckoned she would be on the phone for another hour at least. I showered and made sure I was squeaky clean all over. My rather short hair was drying fast and all that was needed was a quick flick of the hairbrush to put some zing into it. escort I then started to carefully choose my clothes. I looked in the wardrobe. Tonight would be white night, I thought. I picked out my sexiest matching white bra, knickers and suspender belt. I dressed slowly, savouring the touch of every garment I put on. I selected white stockings and rolled them carefully up my leg before clipping the suspenders into them. I knew exactly what I was going to wear. I pulled a white and black zebra like dress out of the wardrobe and rolled it onto my body. I looked at myself in the mirror. Satisfied with what I saw I walked downstairs. Charles was just putting the phone down when I walked into the room. “You look absolutely stunning,” he said. I glowed with pride at his words and then felt ashamed. How could I do this to him? I thought after those kinds words. “Do you want a lift?” he asked. “I’ve ordered a taxi,” I replied, “Ooo, looks like it’s here,” I said as a car pulled up outside. “Why bother?” he asked me as I grabbed my bag to leave. “Why bother what?” I questioned. “Wearing any knickers at all!” he exclaimed. I giggled. Charles was right. I slipped my hand under my dress and pulled them down, after stepping out of them I threw them to Charles. “Here, sniff on these till I get back,” I said, and quickly left. Tonight I ended up at a bar called ‘The Showground.’ It was a favourite haunt of mine. It’s a pickup bar but one that is pretty good and has some classy guys and some rough types as well. I started to look around clocking anyone looking interested at me and making a mental note of those I thought would be ripe for the picking. I came to rest at the bar and ordered a Long Island Iced Tea. I kept looking around the packed room as I sipped my drink. I know what you’re thinking, what was a nice girl like me doing in a place like this dressed the way I was? Well I can be honest with you, everyone knew why I was there and it was only a matter of minutes before I got hit on. After our initial introductions we chatted, sipped our drinks and flirted. The interval gave me enough time to look around the room, however, tonight was not going to be her night and I gently told her why I was there, but that we could chat for a while until I found a likely suspect. She laughed and we did just that. I normally go for two different types of blokes. The strong muscular type, that looks like they can fuck all night long and give me what escort bayan I need, or the silent, almost shy type. I like the strong type because they make me scream when they hold my waist and fuck me from behind, pulling me into them as they thrust forward. I find it a sensational way to orgasm. But recently I had been disappointed with the last strong type I took home. He turned out be so much like Charles; gentle and considerate. It wasn’t what I wanted at all. So tonight I was going to pick someone that was silent and perhaps a little reserved. The sort that would wonder why, someone like me was hitting on him. A guy that would not believe his luck at having the chance to chat to someone like me, let alone fuck me. I turned to my new friend Melissa and asked her whether she would mind moving across to the other side of the bar. She agreed and I ended up standing next to Greg, as I was to find out later. It was Melissa that started talking to him first; then she introduced me. I smiled and before I knew it a new Long Island Iced Tea was winging its way towards me. Melissa left us to it and I watched as she made a bee line for a brunette woman that had just come out of the loo. “She’s lesbian,” I said to Greg. “Just my luck!” he exclaimed. “Oh! I’m not – no way,” I replied in haste. “Well maybe a little…” I continued. Greg smiled and soon we started chatting as if we were old friends, though it was obvious that Greg was more than a little unsure as to where this was going. Fortunately for him, I had a pretty good idea where this was going. Eventually, I rested my hand on Greg’s thigh as I leant in to whisper in his ear. “You’re joking,” he said shocked. I shook my head from side to side as I smiled at him. I leant in again, this time sliding my hand a little way up his thigh. “I…ummm…” he stammered visibly and stared at his drink. “You know you want to,” I enforced. At this point, even I started to feel unsure, I was either going to lose this one and have to resort to the strong type or step up the game. “Why don’t we finish these drinks and go back to my place,” I suggested. I glanced down at his pants. I could definitely see a growing cock snake its way along his trousers and out to the side. It looked rather impressive from my direction and I proceeded to finish my drink; sucking the last of the alcohol through the straw. I watched as Greg also finished his drink. He waited, not ordering another one. At last, bayan escort I had him. I grabbed his hand and led him off the high chair. I slipped my hand around his waist as we left. I clocked Melissa at the end of the bar and I winked at her as Greg and I walked through the door. I leant in to kiss him when we got outside. After a few pecks I discovered that Greg was a good kisser. In the middle of the pavement I reached down and drew my hand over his cock. I found myself panting, my heart was racing and my pussy was wet. I leant in towards him again. As I pulled back I saw his eyes widen as he absorbed my words. “Go on,” I said, “do it!” Rather awkwardly he slipped his hand up my dress, along my thighs and snaked his finger along my bare slit. “There,” I smiled, “told you I was wet. I can’t wait for you to fuck me hard!” I exclaimed. After a few more games we hailed a taxi. As soon as we were inside I gave the driver my address. Then I looked straight ahead while stroking Greg’s cock. I opened my thighs a little to encourage Greg to do the same. Eventually he started to stroke my pussy. I think he was getting the hang of the idea that he was really going to fuck me tonight. I saw the taxi driver adjust his mirror and knew that he was not concentrating wholeheartedly on the road ahead. “I hope you like eating pussy,” I told Greg. “I like it,” he replied. “Good,” I continued, “because you’re gonna have a lot of practice tonight.” “But I thought you wanted to get fucked hard.” I turned to Greg astounded at his words of wisdom. “You’re learning big boy, you’re learning.” The taxi pulled outside the house. I could see the light on in the spare bedroom, then it went off. I knew Charles would be watching from the window. I leant over to pay the taxi driver. “It’s free if I can join in,” said the taxi man. I smiled, this was too good to be true, but I cocked my head to one side. “Fifteen pounds thirty five then,” he said after a while. I paid the man and we got out of the car. I strode up to the door and let myself in. Greg was not far behind me. As he closed the door I backed towards the stairs. I stopped when I reached the bannister and waited for Greg to catch me up. As soon as he did I grabbed his hand and stuck it between my legs. He started clawing at my pussy as we kissed passionately. He stroked my slit as I rubbed at his enlarged cock under his trousers. I soon felt a finger up my pussy as he pushed his hand over my aching cunt. We devoured each other. Our lips and tongues fought a battle that neither of us could win. I pulled at his buckle and loosened his belt. I finally undid his top button and pulled at his zip. I then opened up his trousers and pushed them down around his thighs together with his underpants in one easy go.