Flirting

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}Flirting seemed like the perfect choice. The idea was hot; Mona putting herself out there for men to ogle her, to flirt with her, to try to have sex with her … but without the stress of too much intimacy too soon. Although her workplace was probably the easiest place to get her flirt on Mona and Linc agreed that (at least for now) they should stay together for all their adventures. Also, the trouble about flirting at work is that Mona would have to see the people she’d flirted with every day. Which is how they found themselves in a hotel bar on a Friday night.

Mona was dressed in her normal work attire, sensible skirt and slightly less sensible blouse. Her bra was just visible through the sheer fabric. Linc had dressed a little smarter than his usual uniform of software engineer chinos and polo shirt. They sat apart from each other, at separate tables; they had entered separately.

Linc didn’t normally pay attention to how other men looked at his wife, but tonight was different. She’d got the usual assortment of casual glances, and several men, and one woman, had openly undressed Mona with their eyes. They were both turned on; Linc from watching his wife be a sex object for others, a mixture of pride and jealousy, and Mona was wet from knowing that her husband was going to watch her make sexual overtures to a complete stranger. She wasn’t going to get fucked by a travelling salesman tonight, but the thought of where this could all lead was giving her tingles in her nipples. Knowing her husband approved made her very horny.

The first man to approach Mona at the bar was much older than Linc - a middle-aged exec, smart suit and expensive haircut, and showing signs of a middle-aged spread that he was clearly have limited success fighting off in the gym. Mona smiled and chatted, touching her hair and face, giving off “I’m interested” signals.She laughed at his jokes, and allowed him to buy her a very expensive champagne cocktail. The exec looked like he’d hit the jackpot.

Linc watched with a combination of shame and growing lust as Mona leaned in to the exec, allowing him to glance down her blouse. She played with his tie, and put a hand on his chest. The by-now horny exec had his hand on her leg, but as they were sitting at the bar he didn’t try anything more daring. Linc didn’t know if he was disappointed, or relieved.

Mona demurred an offer for a second cocktail, instead pulling out her phone. She and the exec talked for a bit, then Linc watched his wife lean in for a kiss. It was long, and passionate, and Linc watched as his wife rubbed the middle-aged man’s cock over his pants, just for a few seconds. Then she left the bar, alone.

“Did you get his number?”, asked Linc as they sat in their car in the hotel parking lot. Before she could answer him, Mona’s phone pinged - she had a message. She turned her phone to her husband, and showed him what was on the screen - a dick pic from the exec!

The exec had done a good job, given he hadn’t had much time. The lighting was good, and he’d chosen a flattering angle. His pubic hair was neatly trimmed, but not shaved, and it was clear his erect cock was slightly longer and substantially girthier than Linc’s. There was a large drop of pre-cum on the tip. {if cumEating > 50}Linc wondered what it tasted like, and whether it would be hotter to eat it from his wife’s pussy, or direct from the cock as she jerked it off into his mouth. He considered telling his wife what he was thinking, but decided it could be a subject for another night.{endif}{elseif
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}The hotel bar had been such a big hit that Mona suggested going there again. This time it proceeded very much the same as the first visit, but it was a much younger man who approached her this time. He was slightly tipsy, but not obnoxiously so, and he offered to buy her a drink. She chose whiskey, neat. The young man ordered two, and they did the introductions. It turned out he also worked for a software company (like Linc) but in a management role. He was tall, and slightly scruffy, but Mona liked what she saw.

The young man (his name was Dan) didn’t waste any time; he invited Mona up to his hotel room. She felt her panties moisten, but instead suggested that they get a booth in the bar to get better acquainted first. Linc had to change chairs to get a better view. From that vantage point he could see them kiss, cuddle and grope - he could clearly see the young man with his hand inside Mona’s blouse, pinching and pulling at her nipple. He was frustrated that he couldn’t see what was going on beneath the table, but he had a good idea.

Dan leaned back as Mona unzipped his jeans and pulled out his uncut cock. She spat on her hand, and started stroking him. For his part, Dan had a hand up her skirt, with a couple of fingers probing underneath the panty elastic. Mona gasped as one finger found its way around the obstacle, and slipped (just to the first knuckle) inside her, frigging her gently. Mona was a woman who liked fingers in her cunt, the more the merrier.

Linc had never seen his wife looking so beautiful, with a stranger’s fingers in her cunt, and a stranger’s dick throbbing in her hand. He wanted to see more, and he wanted Mona to do more - he wanted to give his wife to this man fully, surrendering to the feelings of shame and joy that flooded his senses. The young man in the booth with his wife tensed his body, and then suddenly relaxed, and Linc imagined semen spurting out on his wife’s hand, under the table. Soon it was over, his wife wiped her hand on the napkin, kissed her young suitor, and left the bar.

“Did you get his number?” Linc asked. Mona smiled and nodded. Linc kissed her, his hands all over her.

When they got home, Mona let her kinky husband smell {if cumEating > 50}and lick {endif}her fingers while he masturbated, enjoying the smell {if cumEating > 50}and salty taste {endif}of cock and cum. She told him exactly how turned-on she had been, how good her pussy had felt, and how much further she had wanted to go. Once Linc was hard as a rock, she crouched over him, impaling herself on his throbbing, pulsing member. She cried out Dan’s name when she came, and Linc couldn’t have felt happier. {elseif
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}This time she chose a cheap student pub, and made Linc wait outside. It took her less than 10 minutes to pick up a beautiful young man, a first-year Art student, and take him into the alley behind the bar. Linc watched, hidden, cock in hand, as his beautiful young wife dropped to her knees and took the student’s small cock in her mouth, eagerly, hungrily. The young man held her head, pulling her face onto his erect and dripping prick, while she held his ass.

She’d chosen a well-lit spot so Linc could see everything this time, hear the sucking sounds as she milked the stranger’s cock with her mouth. He could see the way her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, the way her mouth looked with her lips closed around the veiny cock.

Linc came when the student did, his load squirting onto the street, while the young man’s seed was deposited into his wife’s mouth, onto her face, and onto her blouse. She had turned her head just before the Art student decorated her with his jism, and so she maintained eye contact with her husband while a stranger ejaculated on her face in a filthy alley. She smiled as she swallowed the semen in her mouth, then thanked the young man for giving her his cum, and they exchanged phone numbers.

She refused his offer of a tissue to wipe her face; she knew her husband would want a closer look in the car {if cumEating > 50%}and possibly a little taste of his own{endif} while they fucked like crazy.{else}

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