I met her in an online chat room and she said
she lived one hundred miles away. After our initial ‘encounter’,
we would set times to meet in the chat room and then go
private for cyber-fun. We had fantastic cybersex.
After our fifth time online together, we
exchanged pictures. I couldn’t believe how great she looked.
She had shoulder-length auburn hair, green eyes and great
breasts. I could tell her waist was small from the pictures
and the shots she sent me showed she had a fantastic ass. The
she sent me the nude photos – photos of her fingering her
shaved pussy, pictures of her with a vibrator inside her.
Knowing she was married, I only expected to have cybersex with
her. I was truly surprised when she said she wanted to meet me
in real life.
She said her husband would be there, but that
she wanted to meet me. She said that she had told him about me
and that he "got off" knowing another man was
fantasizing about his wife. She told me she wanted me to drive
to her town and meet her at a club. I happily agreed.
When I got to the club, I was worried that she
might have second thoughts and not show up. When I spotted her
at a corner table, I’d never been so happy to be wrong. I
walked over and said, "Hello" and gave her the
flowers I’d picked up for her. She thanked me and kissed me
on the check, then introduced me to her husband.
"What kind of guy brings his wife to meet
another man – a man he knows wants to fuck his wife?" I
wondered.
We ordered drinks and chatted a few minutes
about the weather, our jobs, and the local sports teams. Then
the DJ played a good song and she grabbed my hand, telling me
she wanted to dance. I happily went with her. She was a great
dancer and smiled at me each time our eyes met. She teasingly
shook her shoulders and hips at me as she danced. As the floor
got more crowded, I’d "accidentally" touch her
breasts and pussy from time to time.
After dancing for an hour, we were both tired
and sweaty. I excused myself to the bathroom and returned just
in time to see her whispering into his ear. They both looked
at me. She was smiling and him with no expression, and then he
left.
"What was that about?" I asked.
"Oh, he wasn’t as happy to meet you as
he thought he’d be. He’ll be back soon enough,
though."
Instantly, a slow song came on and I asked her
to dance with me. Once on the floor, she buried her face in my
neck and began to softly kiss me. I pulled her closer to me
and my hand found its way to her great ass. I’d already seen
her nipples and now I could feel that she wasn’t wearing
panties either. Our lips met in a sweet, tender kiss.
To my dismay, the song ended and a fast one
began. We went back to the table arm in arm. We sat and she
scooted her chair closer to me. As we talked, she put one hand
on mine, the other in my crotch. She must have felt me growing
as she began to rub my head through my slacks. I started to
rub her thighs and my hand went up her skirt. I shifted her in
her seat so the rest of the club wouldn’t see her exposed
cunt. I started to massage her pussy and found her slit to be
moist. My finger easily slid into her.
As I finger-fucked her, we kissed hard and
hungrily. She was rubbing my cock harder now and I thought I
was going to cum in my pants. I could feel her pussy building
and she gasped as she climaxed for me.
Suddenly, there he was, standing at the table
holding his car keys. What was he going to do? Did he really
want to see some other man getting his
