Date Night. We both dressed up nice; me in a pair of dark jeans, a nice shirt and a dinner jacket but my wife was the star of the night. She donned a sexy black dress with a bit of sheer top that plunged down, the kind that lets your imagination have a bit of fun. Underneath that was black panties, lace, Victoria’s Secret, and underneath that? Well, before we left I bent her over the vanity, pulled her panties down, and…no, I didn’t fuck her. Instead, I slid a little pink bullet inside her. Slowly, and all the way in, so just the string dangled out. Her panties would cover that, and then her dress. I pressed the button on the remote, she winced, grabbed the vanity top, and sighed.
I pressed the button a few more times on the ride to a trendy little steakhouse. She warned me to stop if we were to make it out the car before fucking in it. I obliged. I wanted to wait. I wanted her to wait and feel the wetness of her panties. Such a turn on. Torturous.
Upon being seated, we set the rules of the game. Each time the waitress topped off our drinks, the toy would come to life inside my wife. The first buzz came when our drinks arrived, water for me and diet coke for my wife. Neither of us are big drinkers, besides, who would want alcohol to cloud tonight’s festivities! I was thirstier than normal tonight. The fourth time I made the toy of joy come to life, my wife let a devilish grin escape toward our waitress, who was also undoubtedly sexy. Their eyes locked. The tension was tremendous.
She had my shirt off as soon as we walked in the door and my pants were unbuttoned as we made our way through the kitchen. I bent her over the island and nearly ripped her panties as I slid them down. After a few moans and a violent hair pull, we made our way to the bedroom. I pushed her onto the bed; her legs in the air, heels still on, her ass on the edge of the bed and me standing.
I grabbed her legs and pulled her toward me. I thrust myself into her. By now, I was completely naked, and she was beyond dripping. The bullet had been tossed aside, replaced by something bigger and more adequate. My body wanted to cum, but I didn’t, I wanted to keep going—I did. Her moans and screams were too sexy for me to want it to end. I fucked her harder, and harder. Her eyes rolled back as she screamed. So. Fucking. Hot. I was about to cum, then stopped. I wanted her to finish, again.
I pushed her back, farther onto the bed, and kissed up her inner thigh. I pushed her dress up so my tongue could tease her clit and flick the spot that drives her wild. Her hands on my head, pushing me into her, turned me on even more. A violent shake and a loud moan let me know she came again. Sheer pleasure.
I would’ve been fine ending there, but she wanted more. She got on top of me, dress still on, but the straps down, and rode me. I reached for her breasts, but she slapped me across the face and pushed me down. It didn’t take long until I exploded inside her. We both collapsed.