Kinky Couple

Hi, it's Connie and Frank again. I want to tell you about what we did for my husband's birthday, last week.

It was a few days after I'd been MILFed by our young neighbor, Kenny. He had come over to our house and in the course of conversation, had told me I was his MILF. He's had a thing for me from when he was living across the street. What started as letting him see my breasts, turned into an hours-long fuck-fest, with me enjoying his young prick numerous times.

While I was engaged with our young neighbor, Frank was at his boss's house, fucking the boss's wife while the man was out of town. When he came home the next morning, he was exhausted. She'd tied him to the bed and used him all night long.

These events were all a continuation of Frank's and my sexual liberation. Our children had grown and left home and we were seeking things to make life more interesting. We hit upon sexual 'experimentation' as a pastime in addition to our working lives. We'd swapped with friends, seduced our marriage counselor, gone to a glory hole booth where some stranger fucked me while I blew another guy. Then, the neighbor kid happened by and I let him fuck me too. It was all good fun and didn't affect the underlying love Frank and I have for each other. In fact, doing things together has increased our closeness. Getting closer to my husband through letting him watch other men fuck me is truly ironic.

Well, for his birthday, I hadn't planned anything other than a good roll in the hay when we got home after going out to eat.

For dinner, we decided to go to a popular Italian restaurant. I won't mention the name, but you may be able to guess it.

As we drove to the place, I acted shocked when I said, "Frank, turn the car around. I forgot something."

Frank, who was driving asked, "What did you forget?"

"I forgot to wear panties. I was in such a hurry to get ready and the hair dryer wasn't working right. I just forgot."

"Did you forget your bra too?" He asked, knowing the answer. My titties were jiggling under my shirt.

"Oh shit, you're right. I don't have any underwear on at all."

I was wearing a buttoned blouse and a skirt. Frank likes me to wear skirts. The thought of my thighs and my pussy being exposed makes him very attentive. He likes when other men are trying to look up my skirt.

He said, "Look, we're running late. We don't have time to go home. Why don't you just spend the evening without underwear."

"Do you think people will notice?"

"I think they will and that's fine by me."

"What if my skirt rides up when I'm sliding out of a booth and someone sees my pussy?"

He said, "Well, don't worry about it. Chances are you won't know the people, so it's no big deal if they see your pussy."

I thought for a moment, then said, "Well, it's your birthday." I added, "I guess you'll be more attentive knowing that my pussy is barely covered and one of my nipples might pop out of my blouse."

He groaned and said, "Don't remind me."

He gets very aroused when I go out without underwear. It turns me on too. I wear skirts with slits so he and others can see my legs. My nipples are visible through the thin material of my blouses; having the material rubbing on my nipples adds to my own arousal.

Well, we arrived at the restaurant and with it being a weeknight, it was not crowded. We were a bit late, too, it was almost eight when we arrived. I asked for a table in a quiet area, mentioning that it was my husband's birthday.

We were seated and a cute young waitress, Morgan, took our drink order.

As she walked away, we both noticed the short skirt she was wearing and her cute figure.

I said to Frank, "She has a cute little ass, doesn't she?"

He lied and said, "Oh, I didn't notice."

I asked, "Now, tell me what goes through the mind of a male when he sees an attractive young woman like her?"

He said, "Well, of course, I notice how attractive she is."

"Do you imagine what she would look like naked?"

"Not usually. Some men do, I guess, but I generally don't."

"I'm not sure I believe you. Wouldn't you like to see those bare buns with her little pussy peeking out between them?"

He smiled and said, "Well, now that you mention it."

I asked, "Don't you wonder whether she shaves her pussy or not?"

"Well, most women shave these days."

"I'll bet she has a little tuft of pussy hair."

He said, "Okay, I can visualize that."

"Do you think she has a boyfriend who is going to fuck her when she gets home tonight?"

"She's probably married."

"She doesn't have a ring. If she were married, do you think a husband would get used-to her and stop fucking her every chance he had?"

"I know I wouldn't."

We turned our attention to our menus.

The waitress came back a little later and took our dinner orders. We were sitting in a corner booth and we had moved close together so we were side-by-side with a view of our section of the restaurant. There was only one other table occupied and those folks were finishing their dinners.

By sitting where we were, it was necessary for the waitress, Morgan, to lean over to set our drinks and take our menus. She was wearing a cute little white blouse with a scooped neck and we were treated to a bit of a down-blouse view when she leaned over. Her titties were not that big, so there wasn't much to see, but we could see her bra.

"Do you like her tits?" I asked my husband after she left.

"They're nice. Not very big."

"You've said anything more than a handful is wasted."

He laughed at the old joke.

I said, "I'll bet she has nice little nipples. Girls with small tits are usually very sensitive. You could really get her hot by playing with those titties."

He said, "That would be fun."

Dinner started with soup and breadsticks. The breadsticks were soft and cooked in garlic butter. They were delicious. I couldn't help but notice their phallic shape. I made a point of slowly putting a breadstick to my mouth, swirling my tongue around it while giving Frank one of my CFM looks. When I put it in my mouth, I bobbed my head on it like it was a cock. He reached over and put his hand on my leg, above my knee on my bare skin. I wanted him to go higher. He lifted my skirt so he could see my pussy. The table cloth precluded anyone else seeing us.

When I bit the breadstick, he said, "Ouch."

I proceeded to sensuously eat the phallic symbol, swirling my tongue around it and playfully biting off pieces. When I had finished, I licked my fingers. I put two fingers in his mouth and pumped them back and forth, simulating a cock in his mouth.

His hand had moved to the top of my thigh and was stroking the soft hair on my bush. He likes my pussy hair and doesn't want me to shave at all. He likes nothing better than to put his face in my muff and grovel like a ferret.

I asked him, "What are your favorite things to do?"

He said, "Making love to you."

"Do you like fucking me or eating me more?"

"Wow. Do I have to choose one or the other?"

I said, "Or do you like fucking me in the ass more?"

He said, "It's fantastic to see my cock stuffed in your little asshole."

"Is it better than my pussy?"

"No, but when I really want to have all of you, I like fucking your little hole. I'm on top of you, looking at your naked body, seeing my dick sticking in your fleshy butt."

I said, "I like it when you take me that way. I'm yours and it's nice when you want to dominate me like a caveman."

We were interrupted by the waitress bringing our dinners.

I struck up a conversation with Morgan, asking how late she was working and what her hours were. She told me she was a college student and was working part-time to pay expenses.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

She said, "Oh, yes. We're getting pretty serious."

"That's wonderful." I said.

She said, "He can be stubborn and headstrong, but I know how to keep him in line."

Frank asked, "How do you do that."

She kind of blushed and said, "Well, I have something that he wants and if he's not a good boy..."

We laughed and she left us to our dinners.

As we ate, I kept the subject on Morgan. "I'll bet she's horny and can't wait to get home and fuck her boyfriend."

Frank said, "She seems to know how to use her pussy to control him."

"Most girls learn that."

We enjoyed the dinner. It was a quiet romantic setting and the restaurant was emptying as we finished our meal.

Frank was having trouble, trying to eat with one hand. The other was rubbing my inner thigh. He likes the very soft skin next to my pussy. He caresses me there and I go into a trance. Of course, he probed my folds and I squirmed, asking him to stop so I could concentrate on my meal.

I undid the top two buttons on my blouse and undid one in the middle. I took his hand from my lap and led it into my blouse where he rubbed by hard little nipples.

I asked about the waitress, "Do you like her young, firm body more than mine?"

He said, "She does have her attributes, but I like you much better. You know what to do with your assets."

"Would you like to see her pussy?" I asked.

He smiled and said, "What do you think?"

I got my wallet from my purse and found a fifty-dollar bill.

When Morgan returned, I set the bill on the table where she could see it. I made a proposition, "It's my husband's birthday and he's been admiring your cute figure all night. Maybe you could earn a little extra money."

She didn't get offended, instead, she asked, "What did you have in mind?"

I said, "I'll give you that bill if you take off your panties and show him your pussy."

She said, "That's all?"

I added, "Not a quick flash. You"ll put your foot up on the seat and let him see between your labia. Let him see your clit."

"I don't know if I should. If I get caught, I'll get fired."

"I'll watch to see if anyone comes around the corner."

She pondered for a few moments, "There are only three of us here anyway. One girl is waiting on the other section and the manager is at the cash register."

I said, "We'll wait right here."

She left and came back about five minutes later, carrying a pitcher of water to fill our glasses.

She looked around to be sure we were alone, then moved to my husband's side of the booth. She lifted her skirt, revealing the prettiest little pussy. She had just a little patch of hair on her pubis. Her young lips were firm and puffy. She was looking at Frank as she used her fingers to spread herself open, showing him the raw flesh between her labia. Her little clit stood up nicely. She really had a pretty pussy. Frank was staring.

Then, she reached over and took one of the remaining bread sticks from the basket. She looked at Frank with a sexy expression as she put the breadstick between her legs. We watched as she rubbed the glazed bread on her exposed slit, sliding it back and forth. The tip slid into her hole, disappearing into her young vagina. She had a heavenly look on her face as the breadstick disappeared into her young cunt. I was trying to watch for anyone who might interrupt us while also enjoying the spectacle of her fucking herself with the breadstick.

"I do this for my boyfriend." She said as the breadstick sawed back and forth in her snatch.

She pulled it out and presented it to my dear husband.

Morgan said, "Happy birthday. We don't have a cake so this desert is on the house."

Frank took the cunt-soaked breadstick into his mouth and closed his lips around it. She pumped it back and forth like it was a cock. I watched her lewdly simulate having him suck a big cock.

Finally, he bit the end off the breadstick and made a show of slowly consuming it, looking directly into her eyes when he swallowed.

She put the other end of the breadstick in her snatch and pumped it in and out.

When she pulled it out, she presented it to me. I was a little surprised, but quickly adapted and sucked on the breadstick like it was a big cock. I looked at Frank when I bit the thing in half. He flinched at the obvious symbolism. I laughed as I consumed the pussy and garlic flavored treat.

Morgan had stepped back and lowered her skirt. She had truly earned the fifty dollars.

I asked her, "When do you get off work?"

She said, "You're my last table. Once I'm through with you I'm done for the night."

I had an evil idea that I made up as I spoke. I took all the money in my wallet; it was over two-hundred dollars. I said to her, "I'll give you two-hundred dollars if you come out to the car with us and sit on my husband's face for fifteen minutes."

She was stunned for a moment, then asked, "Where, in your car?"

"Yeah. You can get in the back seat. We parked around back."

She smiled and said, "Let me get your bill."

Frank was incredulous as we waited for her to return.

I paid by credit card, giving her a thirty percent tip. I didn't want to be too 'generous' for fear of generating suspicions that might get her in trouble.

We walked out to the car. She followed a few seconds later, walking a discreet distance behind. I got Frank's wallet and found another hundred dollars. I intended to tip her well if she did what I had requested. After all, it was Frank's birthday and I had been unsure about what to get him for a present. The opportunity to eat a young girl's snatch seemed like a nice gift.

I took the keys from Frank, unlocked the car and had him crawl into the back seat and recline.

Morgan arrived and with a giggle took the money I gave her. She crawled into the back seat. It was a tight area, but she managed to get her legs around his head, straddling his face. I went around and moved the front seats forward all the way to give them more room.

They were doing it. She was rocking on his face, riding him with her bare cunt. I couldn't see, but could hear the slurping sounds as he devoured her juicy pussy. She was enjoying herself too, as evidenced by her moans and comments like "Ooh, right there." And "I wish my boyfriend did this."

Frank was lying on his back on the seat. I noticed the bulge in his pants from his untended penis. I undid his trousers and pulled them down and off his legs. His boner stood up proudly. Morgan reached back, put her fingers around it and pumped it for him.

It was an amazing scene. I couldn't see well with Morgan's skirt obscuring my view, but from their motions and sounds, I knew he was eating her good. The girl had probably never had such a treat.

Then.

"What's going on?" I heard a voice from behind me.

I was surprised and turned to see two men standing there. I couldn't deny what was happening; they could see Megan riding Franks face. He had her blouse pulled up, her bra undone and his hands were fondling her titties. They'd gone past the agreed-upon fifteen minutes.

I said to the two men. "It's my husband's birthday and I bought him a treat."

The one guy said, "I'll bet she has a succulent little pussy."

After watching for a few moments, the other one said, "It's a shame to see his cock unattended."

I said, "I was about to take care of that."

Then the other guy said, "Doesn't he look delicious." The way he said it set off my 'gay-dar'. It seemed the two men were gay.

They were talking; I couldn't understand all they were saying. They did a rock-paper-scissors thing and then the one guy said to me, "With your permission."

I said, "Of course."

The guy leaned into the back seat, put his knees on the seat, leaned over my husband and began to suck his cock. I was totally surprised.

Now, I'm proud of the way I suck cock, but this guy was an expert, an artist, so to speak. I couldn't see with his body blocking my view, but he was obviously doing things that I hadn't imagined with Frank's cock. He took my husband's balls in his mouth. He deep throated him. His finger was in Frank's asshole. Frank was even distracted from eating Morgan's cunt for a moment. The gay guy was giving Frank a world-class blow-job. I was embarrassed at my meager skills in the fellatio department.

The other gay guy came up behind his friend and undid his pants, freeing another penis. He pressed his pelvis into his friend's butt, and reaching around, pumped his hips in time with pumping his partner's cock. I stood there, amazed at what was happening, aware that I was the only one who wasn't getting anything.

Well, Morgan began to shudder and was covering Frank's face with her juices. He later said he was afraid of drowning in her cunt. He couldn't breathe when she pressed down on him. He said she had buckets of lady-cum that poured onto his face. The car seats are stained from her pussy juice.

Then, with Morgan coming on his face, he erupted into the gay man's mouth. I could tell by the way the guy pushed his head down and held Frank's cock so he could swallow it all.

Next, the cocksucker shot off in his partner's hand. Again, some spilled onto the edge of the car seat. We'd have to have the car detailed or at least do something to cover the scent of sex. We had used those air fresheners, but they would just make it worse, like watermelon cum.

Everyone disentangled, and just in time. A police car rolled through the parking lot. I waved at the cop from the other side of our car when he couldn't see what had been going on. I went over and told him we were friends and were just leaving. Everyone was quickly putting themselves back together.

When I returned to the action-side of the car, the gay guy had redone his pants. The two of them said good night and thanks and they walked off to wherever they had been going to do whatever they were going to do. Later, I saw them leave in their car from the next lot over.

Morgan had dismounted, leaving my husband lying on the back seat.

She said, "I hope he enjoyed it as much as I did."

I had to do it. I reached between her legs and put my fingers on her hot little pussy. It was hot, wet and slippery.

I gave the additional money we had to Morgan, but she refused it. "No. We made a deal and it was while I was at work, so it's a tip." I guess she differentiated between taking money while working, a tip, versus taking money for sex, prostitution.

Then she added, "To tell you the truth, after feeling how good he was, I'd have done it for free."

She continued, "My boyfriend doesn't go down on me. I'm going to have to teach him."

As we prepared to leave, Morgan said to me, "Hey, my birthday is in a few weeks. Can I borrow your husband?"

I gave her a card with my phone number and email and said, "Text me." I was certain that my husband would delight in the opportunity to suck on her young snatch a second time.

I'll let him tell you about it.

FRANK

She finally lets me tell part of the story.

Well, yes, Morgan's pussy was succulent. That's a good word, 'succulent' with the emphasis on the suck part. Her young cunt was like an over-ripe peach. The kind where as soon as your lips touch it, the juices flow out of it so fast that you can't swallow and juice flows down your chin. She tasted like a peach too. I won't tell my wife, but Morgan's was the best pussy I've ever tasted. Maybe it was the garlic taste left over from the breadstick.

Morgan's cunt lips were really tight. My wife's pussy lips sag a bit. I'm not complaining because I've just about worn her pussy out. I'm going bald on the front of my head and Connie's pussy hair is thinning; it's not a coincidence.

It was dark in the car and once Morgan got herself situated on my face, it was difficult for her to move and difficult for me to get a breath. I almost asphyxiated in her puss. What a way to go, huh? My arms were pinned so I couldn't use my fingers. I had to find my way in her folds with my tongue and my lips. I wanted to shove my face inside her. She was a marvelous young thing and everything I did seemed to arouse her further. I did manage to reach up and play with her tits. When I had my lips on her little clit, she released a flood of her nectar onto my face. I almost drowned. I think Connie heard me coughing from the sweet lady cum in my throat.