This last week has been slightly crazier than normal. Well I guess we are shooting towards the pointy end of the term when assignment drafts and then their offspring actual final copies of assignments start to journey from school to my home and then back again. Sometimes they get marked, sometimes their journey is pointless. Whatever the case their presence in my bag makes me feel better when I leave in the afternoon. Especially on a Friday.
This particular Friday I left work with a few drafts, some final assignments and various ideas about upcoming units for next term in my bag. But what was in my mind was the plan to go out and be sexy. Four days of routine stuff and dealing mostly with other people’s issues left me with a desire to be just plain slutty. To that end I spent Friday drinks messaging a prospective partner in my sluttiness while some of my younger, unmarried colleagues discussed Tinder and made ribald plans for their weekend. I am pretty sure they thought that in between my jibes about their casual sex that I was messaging my daughter or some such. I am certain that they had no idea of how my evening was going to unfold. In actual fact neither did I.
After observing my ‘work son’ messaging someone with a look on his face that plainly said “I am messaging a girl I hope to fuck tonight” I left, picked up my daughter from the train, went home, made risotto and prepared myself. Dressed in a little black dress that was short but not ridiculous and showed way too much cleavage I donned my favourite shoes grabbed my Bacardi and was escorted out the door by Mr Jones.
Friday night at our local ‘club’ is single guys night. As has been the case the last few times we have visited on Friday there were definitely more sausages than buns. The quality of the offering can be a bit hit and miss but there is usually something to be had which will result in some fun.
I was in luck there was a young man, we played pool, we joked and then we proceeded to the downstairs lounge area where a serious ‘book club’ style conversation was in progress. Sometimes it is people talking about sex. This particular night I think the loungers were actually talking about television. Sad really but hey who am I to judge?
I was keen to check out what my new friend was packing. It has become one of those things that occupies my mind; “he seems nice, he looks sexy but what is in his pants?” I don’t demand a huge dick to fuck but I am not a fan of below average. So despite a bunch of people discussing football and other random stuff on the next couch zippers were unzipped and I inspected his package with my mouth. It didn’t make me gag but it did require effort to get my lips all the way down the shaft. Yes he would do.
Mr Jones loves to watch this unfold, he also loves the part that comes next. What he really loves is watching a cock inside me and seeing cum either on my body or inside me. In the interest of safety the ‘on me’ option is my go to. Something Mr Jones doesn’t like is full on play in public view. So despite some of our book club members realising there was something more interesting happening beside them we took ourselves off to a closed room where we proceeded to get naked.
I just want to say that my new friend had some skills in the pussy licking department and I found myself wishing I could let myself squirt as much as I wanted. He also hinted that he might be interested in/ good at licking my arse, something which I enjoy but not usually on a first fuck. Things progressed to the penetrative sex. I lay in Mr Jones arms with my legs in the air while he fucked me. It was very, very good. Exactly what I came For. His cock was the right size to make me do that thing where he accidentally slips out mid thrust and I squirt all over him. I realised that I am slightly addicted to that sensation in that once it happens I can’t stop myself from making it happen again. The owners of the club don’t like squirting all over their beds. It is messy and annoying to clean up. I try so hard to keep it under control but sometimes it slips out.
After s good shagging I turned my attention to Mr Jones. My new friend watched for a while as I rode my husband, loving the feeling of his cock inside me. I looked over and asked him what he would like. His response was not unexpected. What was unexpected was my response. I said yes to double penetration. Not that it was my first time. Just not something I usually consider with a guy I have just met.
It was better than I expected. Anal and I have a weird complicated relationship. Sometimes I enjoy it, sometimes it hurts like a motherfucker. Hence my reluctance to share it with new people. This was one of those enjoyable times. The feeling of fullness was amazing, as was the feeling of being sandwiched between two guys. I will never get tired of it. Ever.
The morning after I was still glowing. My arse was tingling and I was still wrapping my head around what had happened. A random pick up on a semi-spontaneous night out resulted in something that many people only ever fantasise about. I am not sure if my work son scored with the girl he was messaging. What I am sure about is that his sexual encounter was mundane compared to mine. It is always the quiet ones you have to keep an eye on.