Surprise Party Pt. 04

They had arrived in between the lunch and dinner crowds and so had the place to themselves. The chips and salsa they were served while waiting for their meals were hot and tasty, obviously nothing out of a bag or jar here at Madre Anna's. Marla sipped her ice tea to cut the burn from the tangy salsa. She nearly choked on it with Sandy's next words.

"I can really see my cum on your face with the sun hitting you that way...so fucking hot!" He laughed when she almost spit up her drink and said, "Don't worry, baby, it's only because I know what it is. It's just some clear, shiny patches most people won't even notice -- unless we run into more of the kind of people we've had so much fun with today. Somehow I suspect Angie would know what it is right away, and Beth too from what you said."

Marla took another sip to clear her throat, then she had to smile too. "And the girls in Victoria's Secret? I thought I was going to lose it when that one little whore sniffed her finger after squeezing my panties. And you, you dirty old man, throwing my unmentionables up there fore everyone to see? What were you thinking?"

"I was thinking how hot my wife is and that everyone else should know it too. I was also throwing bait into the water, helping you see just how many horny people are surrounding us everyday."

"You're sure right about that," she agreed. "Is there always this much sex in the air and I just haven't noticed?"

"Now that your sex radar has been turned on you're going to notice it alright. Half the people you see on the street are probably thinking about fucking you, baby."

She laughed, "Well that will certainly make me feel comfortable as I walk around. What about you? Obviously your sex radar is very well tuned. Have you been going around teasing horny women or pulling a 'Jim' with some slut in a Men's room?"

Sandy leaned forward toward her. "Marla," he said in his Master voice. "Who has the power?"

"You do," she said in a hypnotized voice.

"That's right, and power is only good if you use it." Then he sat back, making room for the waiter who'd arrived with their meals.

She'd really been looking forward to her enchilada, but now her mind was preoccupied with Sandy's comment. Did he mean that he had been out using his power? Out picking up horny bitches in malls?

"Mm, this is good," he said around a mouthful of burrito. "Baby, you're not eating? Try it, it's great."

Mechanically she cut off a piece and placed it in her mouth, but didn't really taste it. Had some other woman sucked him off in a Men's room? Had he sucked some other woman's pussy to climax in her office?

Sandy leaned forward again. "Marla? Remember what I said about cheating earlier?" She wasn't sure, what had he said? "It's not cheating if the other person knows about it and agrees to it. When I married you I knew I was giving up my wild man days and all the loose pussy I used to tap. But I was happy to do it because I believe in our marriage." She smiled goofily and the taste came back into her mouth. "So, no, I haven't cheated on you. Well, maybe teased a few horny wenches, but that's all," he laughed. She laughed too, he'd always been a flirt -- she couldn't expect that to change.

His voice dropped in tone again as he went on. "So, if you'd gone back into that Men's room and licked young Jim's cock clean or sucked him off to another climax, that wouldn't have been cheating, would it?"

Eyes wide and heart beating, "N-no?"

"No. All that cum he sprayed on the wall, I know you would have gobbled it down, wouldn't you?"

"I, I..."

"Love sucking cock? Love drinking cum?"

Her face flushed red, but she couldn't turn away from his burning gaze. "Yes."

"So the next time some young stud let's you know he'd like to have a party in your mouth you can say, yes, if you want to. You understand?"

Softly. "Yes."

"What's the only thing you have to do to make it not be cheating?"

She thought for a moment. "Tell you?"

He smiled at her like a proud professor with a favorite pupil. "Tell me, tell me all about it. I may spank you for it or I may just fuck the hell out of you, but you'll tell me about it, won't you?"

"Yesss."

"And if some horny salesgirl or lonely housewife begs to suck my cock, what should I do?"

Marla imagined it, Sandy with another woman? Sandy fucking some stranger's face? Fucking it hard, fucking it while Marla held the woman steady, held the woman down so Sandy could have his way with her! Suddenly she was ravenous and took a big bite of her food. Chewing rapidly, mouth full, she answered forcefully, "Fuck her slut mouth, give her so much spunk she's choking on it, make her happy!"

Sandy laughed wickedly and so did Marla. She slipped off a shoe and massaged her husband's crotch with her toes the way she had the shoe stud. They both dug into their food with good appetite, making quick work of their meals.

When they stood up to pay their bill, Marla saw Sandy's cock clearly straining against his pants. He didn't make any move to cover it up and Marla didn't want him to, she wanted the waiter to know what she'd done to her man. The poor young Mexican kid looked flustered as he rang them up. Yes, he'd noticed the gringo had a hard on, but he was really more interested in the white slut's tits, those fucking big tits were heaving up and down with her heavy breathing.

Sandy noticed where the kid was looking and smiled. "What's your name?" he asked the bedazzled youth.

'Oh, shit', Jose thought, 'is he going to kick my ass for staring at his wife?' "Jose," he answered in a whisper.

"Well, Jose, that was some damn fine food and you did a good job serving it. I was going to leave you a couple of bucks for a tip, but how would you like to see my wife's tits instead?"

Marla's mind was thinking, 'He got me again!', but her hands seemed to be in Sandy's control as she reached up and squeezed her hot globes at the boy.

"Tits?" Jose stammered, not really answering, but asking.

"Tits it is," Sandy declared happily, turning to Marla.

Swiftly the woman undid her blouse, stroking her hand across the bra-covered mounds. Then she yanked the bra up, exposing her round, white tits with their big, brown, swollen nipples. Slowly she cupped the magnificent mounds of flesh, pinching each sensitive nub between thumb and forefinger.

Jose's jaw dropped open and, Sandy noticed, so did the cook's in the back who was watching the action through the food service window. And hot action it was, Marla was really going for it. The hypercharged woman released her breasts, but kept hold of the nipples, pulling them out away from her chest until she whimpered in painful pleasure, then she let them snap back.

Jose, Sandy and the cook all groaned.

Finally, grabbing a tit in each hand she forced them up and together, then leaned her head down and licked each of the hot brown tips with a moan. Then with a sultry smile she pulled her brassiere back in place and buttoned the bottom three blouse buttons, leaving the bra and cleavage clearly exposed. "We really enjoyed it here," she purred to the stunned boy. "I'm sure we'll be back again, real soon." Then she was putting her arm out and Sandy took it with a laugh, walking her out in their new trademark style.

The door hadn't closed all the way behind them when the cook came running out of the kitchen and grabbed Jose, "A Dios mio! I love this fucking country."

Smiling dopily, Jose agreed, "God bless America!"