Our Only Affair

At one time in my life I was always hungry for sex. I loved to imagine myself sucking cock and getting penetrated in all my horny little sex holes by big, hard, juicy penises. I thought about sex all the time, actually. And in fact, it drove me crazy. Sometimes in the middle of the day, when I had been fantasizing all morning about cocks and pussies and fucking and sucking, my vagina and clit would get so hot that I just couldn’t stand it any more. And when I got like that I would find a private place and slip off my panties. Then I’d touch myself and masturbate and think about sex until I made myself cum.

I’m married. My husband and I used to watch porn together and fuck almost every night. I always had a lot of orgasms. In fact, I had a really active sex life, but I still found myself spending my days thinking about sucking dick and having my wet little cunt penetrated by fingers and tongues and penises. 

I was so horny all the time that my husband had to work really hard to keep up with me. He frequently made the suggestion that I find another person to have sex with, to satisfy my constant sexual arousal. He said it was okay with him if I fucked someone else, as long as he got to watch, and maybe join in. So one night I decided to take him up on it. 

At that time I worked as a cocktail waitress. I liked that job. I have big breasts, and I liked to show them off. I always wore really low-cut tops at work, so I could show everybody a lot of tit and cleavage. And I liked to wear tight, skinny panties and skirts so short that when I bent over (which I had to do a lot) you could see my ass. I got a lot of horny looks at that job, which kept my pussy feeling nice and warm and wet. I liked knowing that the guys (and maybe the girls) I was serving were thinking about sucking my tits or fucking me. I'm sure it helped with the tips, too.

The place I worked was a pretty small operation with a really small staff, and sometimes I had to do odd jobs at the bar. I didn’t mind; the owner/manager was a really nice guy. One night, at the end of the last shift, he asked me if I wouldn’t mind cleaning up a spill in the men’s restroom. He was such a nice guy that I said okay, and I took a mop and bucket and headed to the men’s room. I wondered if I’d surprise anyone in there, and sure enough, when I opened the restroom door there was a guy standing at the urinal with his cock out of his pants. 

But it didn’t look like he was pissing. 
It looked like he was masturbating. 

I knew this guy. He was a regular at the bar. I liked him; he didn’t drink much, but he tipped well. He always stared at my tits. The thought passed through my mind that maybe he was thinking about me as he masturbated. The idea gave my vulva a little thrill. I stared at his cock. He had a big, hard erection. His eyes were closed. His penis was thick and stiff. He was rubbing it rhythmically, and caressing and fondling its swollen red head. 

It looked so good I practically salivated. I suddenly had the urge to run over and suck the guy off. My nipples actually tingled. I put down the mop so I could press my clitoris through my skirt. But the mop fell, and the guy opened his eyes and saw me. He turned red with embarrassment and began stuffing his cock back into his pants. 

“That’s okay,” I said, “Take your time. I was enjoying the show.”

The guy stopped for a second and gave me a questioning look.

“Really.” I said, “See?” 

And to make the point, I pulled up my skirt and let the guy see me put my hand down my panties. His jaw dropped as he watched my me finger my clit for him. Then he grabbed his cock, lubricated it with spit, and began working it again, stroking it and pumping it, moving his pelvis in a fucking motion as he masturbated. 

I wasn’t sure if this was what my husband had meant, but I was certainly enjoying it. The guy’s eyes were half closed. I could see his tongue. He was staring at my cunt as he jerked himself. 

Suddenly he moaned: “Oh, honey, I’m gonna cum pretty soon! I think I’m gonna cum now!”

I yelled “No! Wait!” and I ran up to him, dropped on my knees, and opened my mouth! He slid his dick right into my mouth! It tasted so good! It was so hot and salty and delicious! It felt so warm and firm and big and sexually tingly on my tongue and lips! I felt so nasty and hot! I was still rubbing my wet, throbbing clitoris inside my panties! I frantically worked my lips back and forth over the head of that yummy, horny erection!

Suddenly the guy yelled “Oh, God!” I felt his penis throb and spasm in my mouth, and a stream of hot, salty, yeasty tasting sperm just squirted down my throat! I swallowed desperately to keep from choking as the guy ejaculated again and again!

It made me unbelieveably aroused! Sweet, hot sexual feeling was welling up in my vagina and clitoris! I could feel an orgasm coming! The guy’s softening prick was still in my mouth! I felt his sperm dripping out of my lips! I rubbed my throbbing clit as hard as I could! I had to make myself cum! 

Then erotic ecstasy pulsed from my pussy and clit and asshole and a gorgeous orgasm shook my whole body with pleasure! I came again and again! God, it was good! 

I don’t know how long I orgasmed. When I finally I came to, I was on all fours on the bathroom floor, panting and shaking. The jackoff guy was gone. The manager was beside me. He was worried. He thought I had been assaulted or something. I told him I had slipped and fallen, but that I was all right. I got up and washed my face. It was not until that moment that I realized that the bathroom smelled like vomit. That was the spill I was supposed to have wiped up. I went to get the mop, but the manager was still worried, and told me to go home. 

As I drove home I thought about my little lavatory cock-sucking episode, and by the time I got home I was really horny again. I woke up my husband by sucking on his dick, and as my sweet husband worked his hard penis in and out of my dripping vagina, and masturbated my clit with his fingers, and sucked on my hungry little nipples, I told him, in detail, about my jack-off/suck-off adventure at work. And when my husband suggested that I bring the guy home for a sex party, the idea made me so excited that I orgasmed all over again!

But I didn’t see my mens’ room blow job guy for several weeks. I started getting disappointed. Then one evening the manager asked me if I would come in on my night off and train a new waitress he had hired. He offered to pay me double for whatever hours I worked, so I said okay. But it turned out that the new girl had done cocktail waitressing before, and didn’t need much training. So by about ten oclock I was done. 

The manager bought me a drink, and as I was sitting at the bar, I saw my old friend, the urinal masturbation man, sitting with a girl at one of the tables. 

I went over to say hello (and maybe suck the guy off again). I was happy that I’d dressed for work that night. The top I had chosen was cut just barely above my nipples, so if I leaned down you could see pretty much all of my tits. My skirt was pretty short, and it kept riding up. I just let it. It made my pussy feel nice and nasty to know that my guy and his girlfriend could see the crotch of my panties.