- Loving Wives
- The One Off
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He eyes bulged widely as she began to shake. Then the movement decreased and she planted soft kisses on my lips and face - smiling and groaning with delight. Before I knew anything else, I realised that I too had ejaculated, albeit still within the confines of my jeans. As I recovered, the car door opened and she sat down on the passenger seat next to me. Her skirt was still splayed but her G-strong was back in place - only soaking wet on the crotch.
As we drove home, I rested a hand on her lap and eased a finger inside her G-string. Her gaping lips gave away just how much she had enjoyed this experience. "Mmmm, " she moaned. "So that's what a big cock can do."
After that night, our life entered a new phase where the `one off's' became more then `one-off's'.
- COMMENTS
Anonymous9 months agoBack in the early 1970's my pretty wife and I were in New Orleans and riding a St, Charles streetcar. My wife was wearing a pretty dress. She was also wearing pantyhose. She often wore pantyhose without panties, and often she would wear them crotchless. There were many people on the streetcar, so my wife took a seat next to a window and I stood in the aisle a few feet behind her seat. By so doing, someone who really needed a seat could sit next to her. A much older gentleman wearing a suit got on the streetcar and sat down next to my wife. I was looking out the open windows and enjoying the ride. I glanced forward a little and saw my wife, and as I looked at her she turned her head around to look at me and gave me an odd look. I had no idea what she was trying to convey, but I couldn't get any closer due to the crowd standing around me. After a while, stopping and starting, people getting off and on, we finally got to our stop, and stepped off. I asked, "What were you trying to tell me?" She said, "Did you see the man sitting next to me?" "Yes," I said. She said, "Well, he was feeling me up. He had his hands on my legs and up my skirt." I was shocked, and said, "On the streetcar? Right in front of everyone? Well, did he feel your pussy?" She answered, "What do you think? He felt me with one hand, and himself with the other, and shot off in his pants!" Talk about shocked!! Then she said, "I need you to fuck me, and I need it now!" Wow!
Anonymousabout 1 year agoGreat story, but I don't buy someone could do that in a theatre and not be noticed.
Anonymousalmost 3 years agothese stories would make more sense if the woman was being forced and the man could nt do anything about it for whatever reason, but in these stories the husband seems to always get a hard on when he sees some arse hole abusing his wife, then the cunt starts helping in the abuse. Its always the same old unbelievable story. guy would nt get the horn if they saw someone fucking about with their woman not unless they was a weirdo and although a woman may be forced to do some act like a bj she aint going to become a whore just because a stranger tries it on, much more likely to shout rape. Do better and your stories may even become worth reading
Anonymousalmost 4 years agohowever if you and your wife have never been exposed to this in a theater you are missing a pleasure. If nothing else you will have a fun time back at home...
