My first infidelity

During the next week, I couldn't stop thinking about Alan's cock, and what his spunk would taste like. Every morning, when the kids were asleep, I had to play with myself, even using the shampoo bottle, more than once.
For the next Friday, I wore a new skirt, black `see through blouse', French knickers, black stockings and suspenders. Thankfully, Mark was working night shift, so he couldn't see what I looked like. As I left, the baby sitter was too busy snogging her boyfriend, to notice what I was wearing.
At the club, I drew a lot of attention from the other guys. When I was dancing a couple of them couldn't keep their hands off my bum, trying to get them up my skirt; I hadn't felt this horny for years.
At 10.15 he made his way over to me, "I see that you are dressed for the occasion" he laughed. We sat with the girls, Alan constantly stroking my nylons, upto my thighs.
When we were in the car park, Carole chuckled, "I guess that you want to be in the front seat?" On the ride to her house, Fiona told her about the previous week, with me watching. My heart was beating faster than ever before.
Very quickly Alan dropped the other two, at their homes, then looked at me. "I've got a surprise for you", he said, then drove off, not to the industrial estate, as I'd expected, but, to a wooded picnic area.
"Why here?" I asked, "This is where the peeping toms hang out, I want to show you off." Was his reply.
He parked the car, between some trees, away from the others that were already there. Alan opened his window, about an inch and put the interior light on, "I don't want the boys to miss anything," he said with a laugh.
Unlike the previous week, with Fiona, he put his arm around me and slowly kissed me, darting his tongue into my mouth and touching my own tongue. I couldn't remember the last time that I had been kissed like this. His spare hand was stroking and squeezing my breasts through the blouse, making them more sensitive then normal.
Better than a magician, he had my seat pushed back, my blouse unbuttoned and off my shoulders. I sat up, to let him unclip my bra. "My God, your tits are amazing", he said as he started to suckle on one of my long nipples, drinking some of my excess milk and caressing the other breast, tugging at the nipple, as I struggled out of my blouse.
Alan then kissed me again, pushing a hand up my skirt, "I knew that you would wear these for me," he said confidently, as he touched the flesh of my thighs.
I pressed my legs together. He looked startled.
"My turn now," I whispered, and started to unbutton his shirt, running my fingers through his chest hair, then down to his belt and jeans. As I unzipped him I could feel his cock twitching into life. "Take them down", I told him, he obeyed. His cock was at half- mast, like last week, but was still bigger than Marc's.
With his jeans around his ankles, he sat back with his legs wide apart, showing off his lovely, massive, cock, as he tickled my nipples. I managed to kneel on the seat, and with his jacket covering the hand brake, I took hold of it, kissed the knob, then licked up and down the shaft, stopping only to pop it into my mouth and suck. Every time I did this I could feel it twitch, getting even harder. After a couple of minutes, there was a couple of inches of cock either side of my hand, it looked and tasted wonderful.
While I was sucking him, Alan was playing with my tits and nipples with one hand and stroking my stocking clad legs, with the other, sending me into ecstasy. Gently, he pushed my legs apart, and pulled my skirt up, onto my hips, "We've got to give the boys a good show, if you want to be invited back," he whispered. I'd forgot about the peeping toms. Still with his cock in my mouth, I looked over his shoulder. There were two guys with their faces pressed against the window, grinning in at me. Although shocked, I was incredibly turned on, almost biting his cock. As he slid two fingers into my sopping fanny, he whispered, "There's another three at the other side". I wiggled my bum, for them. As he was finger fucking me, he managed to move my knickers to one side, exposing my most private parts to these perverts. With two of his fingers twisting in my fanny, and his huge cock in my mouth, the Peeping toms were getting a hell of a show.
I couldn't believe that he had lasted this long, so I tightly gripped the shaft, wanking him furiously and flicking my tongue over his knob. With this, he added another finger to my fanny and speeded up, grinding his palm onto my clit. I came first, ramming his cock even deeper into my mouth.

He put his hands behind my head and bucked his hips; sending gallons of hot come into my mouth. When he let go, I firmly pulled on his cock, firing the last few drops onto my tits. His spunk tasted stronger than Mark's, and was lumpier too. I opened my mouth for him, showing him the spunk on my tongue; I then let it slide down my throat, while I rubbed the other drops into my tits. Mmmmmmm, it tasted lovely as it slid down my throat into my belly.
My breasts were heaving, now, as I moved back into my seat. I could see that there were even more perverts looking at me, so I held onto the dashboard and head rest, then shook my tits for them, as Alan leaned over, and lifted my skirt up around my stomach exposing my stockings and knickers.
As Alan manoeuvred himself underneath me, on the passenger seat, I managed to remove my skirt and knickers. I had my legs straddling him, and slid my fanny over his cock; the feeling was delightful, as it made it's way inch by inch into my pussy. I felt fuller than ever before. I started very gently, but when I got used to the size, I fucked him like crazy, making him suck my lactating tits as I swore and cursed.
Telling him how much I'd enjoyed sucking his big cock, and how much I had needed to fuck him. After a few minutes of this, I felt him tense up, and shoot another load, which sent me into a fantastic orgasm of my own.
I looked out of the spunk- covered windows, to see four or five, happy, guys drifting back into the woods. " I think they liked you," he joked. "We'll have to come back again".
After a shared cigarette, he wiped me clean with a cloth, and drove me home. Fingering me, all of the way home.