[silkstockingscarol]

This real experience came to mind in vivid detail after viewing a picture of a member's wife sucking off an old man this past week.



A Friday night in the Spring of 1985 I went to a local bar for some fun, I was horny, and in need of some male companionship. My marriage was on the rocks, it seemed all we had been doing for the past several months was argue. My husband and I shared the same house, but that was about it, he had taken a mistress along with the mess and at 24, being in my sexual prime needed some attention too. I still held some hope to avoid divorce, but it seemed as though that light was growing ever dimmer, so that afternoon, I showered, put on my sexiest skirt, a low top, make-up, did my hair, and told him I was going out, and not to bother waiting up for me.

I don't even remember how I found this bar, it was on a hillside above the highway and rail yards, nestled among a few houses and a large section of woods by the parking lot. I sat in my car, hesitating to go in, wondering if I went through with my plan for the evening if it would just make things much worse at home. I felt foolish, just sitting in my car with all the people walking in and out of the bar and decided I would sit at the edge of the woods and watch the activity at the rail yards and watch traffic go by while I made up my mind as to what I would actually do. It was dark, about nine O'clock and I felt confidant no-one would bother me, I could sit there all night, concoct a story to make my husband jealous and be on my way sometime late with no risk...But still without satisfying my sexual needs.

I could see the headlights against the trees from the cars coming and going from the bar parking lot, and hear the patrons as they came and went, all the while wishing I had the courage to just go in, let a guy pick me up for the night and fuck me. Some time had passed when a car pulled along side the road where I sat and a man got out, apparently he had seen me sitting all alone in the woods while leaving the bar and stopped to see if I was all right. He was much older than I, older than my father in fact, slim, with gray hair, attractive for his years, and about the age of retirement. He ask if I minded if he sat with me, I replied that it was okay, and he shared the log I sat on. We began talking and I ended up telling him my story, and why I had come to the bar. Our conversation eventually turned from fatherly counseling to a more sexual nature, we compared habits from our generations, (some things never change!). I began to open up to him, feeling much better about myself. I noticed through the light the rail yards gave off that he was rubbing himself through his jeans as I spoke and that he actually excited me to the point that I wanted to have sex with him. I whispered several times, "Would you like a blow-job?" He seemed to not hear me, so I leaned close placed my hand over his and ask, "Want me to suck your cock?"

He gently caressed my face and replied, "Having a pretty, young girl, like you, on her knees, giving me a blow-job would be fantastic!" He leaned towards me, kissing me deep, undoing the buttons on my top, and pushing my bra over my tits, squeezing and groping them with his rough hands. "My wife wouldn't think of sucking my dick! She thinks that she's too "good" for that anymore!" Peeling away my top and undoing my bra, commenting how smooth and firm I was.

I groped his crotch, finding his zipper, and with some assistance, lowered it and pulled his cock from his jeans. I slid from the log, easing myself to my knees and began sucking him off. His cock was good and hard, but different. He was uncircumcised, the foreskin all but completely covering the head and dripping with precum. I used my lips to push it aside and roll my tongue over the head, causing him to gasp with pleasure. "Here, let me hold that back for you." He groaned, pulling the skin back and holding it as I sucked his cock. His legs spread apart, he moaned, groaned, "Oooohed", and "Ahhhed" as I bobbed my head up and down on his cock, licking and kissing it, rolling my tongue all over it until I brought it to orgasm. I swallowed him deep as he shot his cum down my throat, all the while thanking me for sucking him off there in the woods just a short distance from the parking lot of the bar.

Though he had cum quite forcefully in my mouth, he was far from finished with me that night. We finished undressing each other, made a bed of our clothing among the soft leaves where he lay me down and licked my wet pussy to orgasm, then crawled on top of me and gave me the first of several fuckings that night, each time shooting his sperm all over my belly.

We had made plans to meet Saturday evening at the same bar, but I didn't show. My plan to make my husband jealous had worked. When I entered the bedroom past six the next morning, my clothes disheveled and sticky with cum, and he ask where I had been, I confessed my entire evening and showered. Things worked out better than I had hoped for, I had great sex, (and plenty of it) from both the old man that night, and my husband the next morning! We're still married, and at times I think of the old man and how he came all those times in one night.