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Marlton Wives Club


I love my wife Jennifer. I love being with her, our kids and their lives. We've been married eight years, and I wake every morning with a smile on my face. Despite the bad economy, my job is relatively safe, and while we aren't making as much money as we'd like we are fairly secure.

It has been said money and sex are the two biggest reasons couples fight, and that might be true. Hey, for us, we're still not behaving in the bedroom as if we were still on our honeymoon but we still get in on once a week or so.

Okay, maybe every two weeks or so. But when we get it on it's good.

Still, it's not as exciting as the old days. Especially the exciting times before our marriage when it was all so new and different. Back then we'd "do it" nearly daily, in all kinds of places and without regard for consequences.

Once we were caught in her bedroom by her mother. That was awful, and we were banished apart for weeks. Another time a guy walking a dog caught her giving me a blow job in a local park, which was quite embarrassing...and later, quite hot! Once several guys walked past our car where, inside, we were in the backseat doing the nasty. We heard them and put on a show. Got some catcalls and applause, no worse for wear.

It was a turn on. Guess we were exhibitionists of sorts.

But that all went away with time, and soon we were like a lot of couples. Sex on Saturday night, maybe a quickie once in a while but never enough for me. Must be that Mars and Venus thing, or something Dr. Phil or somebody comments about regularly.

Don't get me wrong, we still enjoyed sex. Just not as often as in our younger days. The pressures of life put a pinch in our escapades.

A month ago things changed.

We were at a party at our friends, and nothing seemed any different. The guys got together and talked sports, the girls got together and talked, who knows? The only thing I remember about that party was that several times I caught one or another of the girls with a red face, as if embarrassed, while speaking in the other part of the room.

At the time it didn't strike me. Heck, nothing struck me for a week or so. But the night of the party there was a surprise on the way home. When I started to turn toward the Interstate Jennifer asked if we could take the back road home.

"Honey, it's a nice night, let's drive down The Pike," said Jennifer.

The Pike used to be the main road, but when an interstate opened up it became a simple two lane road without a lot of traffic. It was about a five mile drive to our house, and it was actually a fun road to drive in the S2000. The rack and pinion steering and five speed under the hood was perfect for the drive.

Jennifer leaned over, as much as she could in the tight confines, and put her head on my shoulder and enjoyed the ride. A couple minutes into it her hand moved over and caressed my leg and upward, bringing my manhood to attention.

"You keep doing that, young lady, and you will miss curfew," I joked.

She didn't stop, but a little further down the road she said, "Why don't you pull into the park for a couple minutes."

I did, pulling into the back of the parking lot and slipping into a secluded spot. "My oh my, you are frisky tonight, Jen."

She told me to shut up and kiss her.

Soon we were making out like teenagers. She felt so good in my arms, her lips were as inspiring as ever. And her tits, well, I worked my hand up her top until reaching her bra, and worked my fingers all over her 34B breasts.

I didn't merely play with those beauties, I worked them like a teenager making out behind a fast food place on break. Knowing all the while the exciting exploits would soon end but wanting to leave a lasting impression in her head that I wanted more...tonight.

If there was a back seat, I would have moved her into it. Unfortunately, there isn't a back seat in an S2000, so that wasn't an option. That didn't stop Jennifer, though, from unzipping my fly and starting to caress my throbbing cock.

"Will you respect me tomorrow," cooed my wife. "You won't tell anyone, will you?"

The girl was a nut. Acting like a teenager, touching my cock for the "first" time. It felt great, and I began rocking in the bucket seat while she worked my dick. I reached over to the base of her skirt in an effort to do the same to her, but she whispered "no. I'm not that kind of girl."

Then she deliberately lowered her head to my cock.

It was so erotic, so exciting being in the park and having her sucking on my cock. She stroked the base up and down while working her lips on the tip. I sat back and enjoyed her ministrations. Normally Jennifer's blow jobs were only a couple minutes, as she would soon lay back and I'd lick her or jump right into the saddle. But tonight she kept working my dick like a cheerleader with the star quarterback on a Friday night after the game.

Thinking back to the early days of our relationship, I remember she once joked that I didn't know the color of her eyes....because all I knew was the back of her head.

Moving my hand to her legs, she offered no resistance as I crept up her thighs to my goal. I played a little with her pussy through her panties before reaching up and attempting to slide them off. It didn't work, so she pulled off me and lowered the silky nothings off her legs before moving her head back to my knob.

While she blew me I lifted the back of her skirt and played with her bare ass, caressing it and playing all over it. Reaching way around I was able to finger her pussy, bringing small gasps from her cock filled mouth.

She had a nice ass. I loved to caress it, play with it, spank it, kiss it. And feeling it that night was very special, because I was feeling it while she was ferverously sucking my cock.

I watched her head working up and down in the moonlight, and soon was past the point of no return. "I'm gonna cum," I warned, but her mouth didn't budge from my cock, sucking away like no tomorrow. I blew my load in her mouth while caressing her ass with my hand.

Usually Jennifer would head to the bathroom after a blow job, spitting out my cum and brushing her teeth before heading back to bed. In the car, this night, she kept my cock in her mouth, savoring and swallowing every drop of my hot sticky load.

I was not going to complain.

The feelings were great, but soon our lovemaking turned into a Keystone Cop routine when another car pulled into the park and moved slowly toward us. I quickly zipped up and Jennifer moved back to her seat, trying to make herself presentable. Soon a burly police office was coming to my window while another with a big flashlight went to Jennifer's side of the car.

"What's going on here," asked the cop on my side.

Opening my window, I took a deep breath and spoke with the man. "Hi officer, we just stopped here for a while," was my quiet reply. "Just enjoying the evening."

There was quiet for a while, and I swear the guy had a smirk on his face.

The other guy's flashlight somehow hit the floor of the car, centering on Jennifer's panties. "Uh, mam, is everything okay here? Is he molesting you?"

Jennifer was quiet for a second, and then said that since I was her husband, there was nothing untoward going on.

We had to show ID, but the cops went away happy, knowing something had been going on in that parking lot.

Jennifer laughed on the way home, saying that it was an exciting night. When we got home we couldn't wait to get upstairs to the master bedroom, clothing dropping along the way. I properly made love to my wife, enjoying a second orgasm and bringing her off at least once as well.

At breakfast the next morning we laughed about nearly being caught in the act. I wondered what would have happened if they pulled in before I had pulled out, so to speak. She surmised it would have been embarrassing, more embarrassing than it had been. Jennifer admitted she hadn't thought of the consequences of being caught, but also that it was quite exciting.

The little escapade took me back years, and I was happy and turned on that we were able to have a little impromptu rendezvous in the park. So much so that on the drive home from dinner the following week I asked if she'd like to stop at that same park. She agreed.

"I don't want to get caught by the cops, though," said my loving wife, laughing.

Admittedly, neither did I.

Jennifer had looked lovely at dinner. The girl didn't have to be all made up and dressed up to look good. She was wearing a pullover top and jeans, tight enough to accentuate her charms but not slutty enough to garner neither snickers nor extended longing stares.

Still we stopped at the park and made out. Soon my dick was throbbing and Jen was enjoying my hand dancing on her thighs. My hand slipped up her top to her breasts, and for the second time that month I played in the car with those mounds of excitement. Playing there was fun, and we both were enjoying the kissing and fondling of her tits.

Still, there was some hesitation as she didn't want a repeat performance of the prior week. "At least I don't want those cops catching us again," she cooed as I kissed her neck. Then she sprouted an idea.

"Let's go for a walk," directed Jennifer. "It's a pretty night."

We walked, hand in hand, around the small lake in the park. The walkway was asphalt and fairly clear, so with the moonlight we were able to maneuver around without tripping over something.

It was such a pretty night. The moon painted a pretty picture over the pond, and we could see the small ripples coming our way started from the middle fountain that shot high in the air.

Every few minutes we'd stop, and I'd hold her close, trading kisses in the right. On those stops I'd fondle her behind, which, when accompanied by kisses to her neck would bring small moans from deep inside her throat.

At one of those stops Jennifer unzipped my pants and reached inside, carefully pulling out my cock. She slowly stroked it as I kissed her. Soon she was sliding down on her haunches, stroking then licking my throbbing cock.

The sensations were wonderful, and I just stood there enjoying the blow job. Her head worked my cock slowly, mostly around the tip as her hand caressed the base. I looked down at the bobbing of her head, and that sight brought me close to shooting.

Jennifer sensed my excitement but wasn't ready for a happen ending on my part. She slipped the dick out of her mouth, kissing the tip, then pushed her way back up and kissed me.

"Fuck me."

It was a statement, not a question.



Okay, that was the easy part. She wanted to do it, here and now. But how?

Jennifer was thinking ahead and taking control of things while I pondered there where and why of things. I realized her jeans were unzipped and had slipped down her legs. Soon I joined the party and slipped down her cotton panties.

Both were down her legs, holding her there as I worked my fingers up and down, over and around, her hot wet pussy. The girl was ready before my fingers had danced for more than a minute.

I was looking around for something to lie on, a grassy area for instance, but Jennifer had other ideas. She pulled me close, kissed me, then shuffled around and bent over from the waist. Her hands were on her knees, her butt pushed back.

"Fuck me," she demanded.

Finally, I got the picture. And what a pretty picture it was. Her bare ass was staring me in the face, and I leaned over and kissed it, reaching under to finger her slit. Soon I maneuvered right behind her and slipped by dick up and down her pussy from behind.

"Be careful back there," she cooed. "Be careful where you put that thing!"

I rubbed my dick and down and slowly started pushing toward her pussy.

"That's it, that's it....there, there," directed the girl. "Ah, yes...right there."

Sliding my dick inside her snatch was easy, staying upright and not pushing her over was a little harder. I reached around and held her hips, sliding my arms under her arms which were acting as supports.

Soon we had the perfect position, and I began rocking inside the girl, fucking her carefully. The movements were cautious, but that just added to the excitement. Her pussy was soaking wet, and I loved the feeling of fucking her from behind. It was so different than when I was on top of her, and I soon thought this was a great position for my dick.

We rocked back and forth, or should I say I rocked. Jennifer was taking care to stay upright and not tumble over, something that surely would have ruined the mood. Because she was staying fairly stationary, I controlled the action.

She loved the feelings. "Oh, baby, fuck me. Fuck me harder," came her cries and sighs. "Oh you are so big, so good, so hot."

Our movements became quicker and I slid a hand from her hip down to her pussy, fingering her clit. That was the right move!

"Ah, oh yes. Yes. YES." Soon I felt Jennifer quiver and shake as she slipped into an orgasmic state. It was so much faster that normal, the scene and the motion must have set her over the top.

That knowledge sent me pistoning quicker in and out of her cunt, pushing and pulling faster and faster.

"I'm going to cum," I announced to my wife, the birds in the trees and anyone in the immediate vicinity. "Oh yes, I'm cumming."

To this day I don't know how we didn't tumble over, but we somehow didn't. I shot my load into her hot wet box and kept fucking as long as I could. We stood there, holding on for dear life, trusting that we wouldn't let ourselves fall.

After coming down from our high she pushed up, turned around and kissed me.

"That was marvelous," said my wife, "simply marvelous."

We kissed a bit then made ourselves presentable for the walk back to the car. I have to admit I watched intently as she pulled up her panties, then her jeans. I loved the way she sort of wiggled her way into the jeans, it was so sexy and hot.

The walk back to the car was slow and uneventful, and we joked about how we could have seriously hurt ourselves had we fallen in the park.

"That's just what we would have needed. Calling 911 and saying we've fallen and we can't get up...and having those cops find us lying on the ground there," joked the girl.

What a night, what a newfound spark to our marriage. It was as if she was a new girl, a new woman.

Thinking of the last month and our recent escapades, I couldn't help think of that night at the party when the girls were together and their faces were trading embarrassing blood rushing them to red.

I wondered if they had been talking about similar escapades. I actually asked Jennifer about that, but she just smiled.

"You'll never know."

That's when I knew something was up. I had to find out.

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by Anonymous02/14/18

What happened?

You've crafted the beginning of what might be a good mystery story? Or at least an unusual plot line. But after all this time, there's no middle or end. Why? You apparently kept writing after thismore...

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Not Finished After Seven Years!

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As another author has said. This is a good beginning but it needs to finish, so finish it.

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