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The Pomegranate Martini
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The Pomegranate Martini This is the true story of one of her "dates" with a man . I'm hoping to post all of these little adventures that we have. This wasn't the first man that she ever met, but we were still pretty new to making this reality at the time. It was in the summer of 2017 The Pomegranate Martini I"m jumping around in time a bit, and not telling this story in order, but I want to write this down while it's still fresh in my mind. This is the third man that she has met, if that helps put things in order. Our plans changed quickly and suddenly and I'm not sure I even know all the steps that led up to this date. Someone cancelled, someone waffled, someone rescheduled, and someone jumped in. However we got there, she was standing in front of me in a cute black skirt, red high heels and a grey long sleeve sweater that fit her tightly, but not too tightly. "how does this look? I want to look good, but not desperate, you know." "Yes, you definitely look good, and you never look desperate." She didn't have much time between getting home and heading out again, but she'd worked a miracle with the time she had., Her hair looked cute in that carefully controlled mess of curls she pulls off so perfectly, and her make up was subtle, but just right. She is a little rushed, he's already waiting at the bar. But she's careful not to dismiss me. I already feel like there are a thousand little fireflies dancing across my brain. And yet she gives me all the kisses and reassurances I need. This is why I love her. This is why these little adventures that are playing with fire for even the most solid of relationships have only drawn us closer. She looks so good. And I know she looks so good for him. I feel myself getting excited and that little twist of apprehension at the same time. "It's just for drinks" she assures me. "Think of this as a job interview, I just want to see if there's any possibility here." A job interview to fuck my wife, I think to myself, and it send a shiver through me. She is glowing and excited and smiling from ear to ear. "Are you sure you're okay with this?" "Yes. Are you? You don't feel pressured or obligated?" "No, I'm excited". One last kiss and she is out the door. I watch her walk to the car, those red heels making her ass wiggle perfectly in that black skirt. It's starting to rain a little and it's getting dark, and somehow it still seems like there's a spotlight on her as she leaves. The bar that they are meeting at is cozy and little. Just a small place with a front room where even 30 people would feel crowded, and a little back room with a couple bar games and a couple more booths. It's one of our favorite local dives. And that's part of the appeal, part of the turn on. We've talked about how she'll be wearing her<b> wedding </font></b>ring and there with a man who isn't wearing one. She's not going to stick her hand in the air and wave it in the neon lights and tell everyone to look, but she's going to subtly make sure it's seen. When she takes a drink she'll use her left hand, and her<b> wedding </font></b>ring will be visible against the glass. When she lays her hand on his arm, or his thigh, she'll make sure her<b> wedding </font></b>ring is plainly visible. For us, it's little mind games like this that get us going. That seems to be an emerging theme the further we get into this. We keep playing with them and trying slight variations, or almost like trying on characters and scenes for a little while to see what they feel like. We test each other about how there's that slim chance that next time we go there together one of the regulars, or maybe the bartender will think "Isn't that the same hot looking wife who was in here last week getting felt up by a single man"? And that thought thrills both of us. I've got those nervous butterflies in my stomach, they've been building all day, and now it feels like they've become a fluttering frenzy in my yummy and up through my chest. This is the time when my mind is left to wonder. When my imagination is left to run wild. Afterwards she will tell me all the little details she can remember, but right now I can only imagine what is happening. How is he greeting her? Is she smiling? Are they sitting close and ordering drinks? Are his hands on her already? "He was waiting for me there in a booth" she told me later "by the time I got there I was already so excited and wet. I could tell that he liked the way I looked, and it felt so good to see that hungry look in his eyes. He got me a drink from the bar, a pomegranate martini. When he came back he said he must be distracted because he just gave the bartender a 15$ tip." When she got home almost 2 hours later she walked in the door and simply said, "Come with me". She took her coat off, and threw it on the couch, but left her red high heels on as she took my hand and pulled me to our bedroom. She wiggled her black skirt down over her curvy hips and left it by our bed. With her panties off, her legs spread, and her red high heels still on, she laid on her back and said "come here". I crawled up on the bed and moved to kiss her "No", she said "Down here". And she pushed my head down to her pussy. Her fingernails digging into the back of my head, just a little painfully, as she pulled my mouth down on to her. "Do you know what that is you're tasting?" she asked, "That's his cum. You're eating another mans cum out of me". And as if those words were a magic spell she moaned, pushed her hips up against my mouth and dug her nails harder into the back of my skull. "And you know that means he fucked me, you know that, right?" "He did?" I raised my head and asked, not even realizing how stupid of a question that was, my head was spinning. She pushed my face back down and said "If you can't tell, then your tongue isn't deep enough in my pussy". I lost track of time as she told me all the little details she could remember while I ate her out. I could have eaten her out like that forever. She was moaning in pleasure, her voice breathy and filled with lust. I used ever trick I knew to make her feel good as she told me about her evening. "We talked for a while and flirted at the bar upfront. I knew pretty quickly that I wanted him inside me. I put my hand on his thigh and ran it up to his crotch and I could feel how hard he was for me. He felt so thick, like really really thick. We went into that little backroom they have. I'd forgotten that they have a little security camera there. But I didn't care. We started making out, our hands were all over each other. I wondered if the bartender pays attention to that security camera, I wondered if he was watching it right now. When i was so turned on I couldn't take it anymore I straddled him in one of the booths. I took out his cock and pushed myself down on it. He was so thick, did I remember to tell you how thick he was?" I couldn't see her face as she said that, but I could literally hear that wicked little smile she gets as she asked me that. I fucked him right there in our bar. I rode him until he came inside me and filled me with his cum. We talked a little afterwards, but I came home as quick as i could so that I could have you clean it out of me." I came, I should have known better than to touch myself, because it didn't take much more than the barest touch of my own hand and I exploded. She smiled, and said "now it's my turn" and took her "womanizer" (she should be a spokesperson for that thing) from the headboard. I got hard and came again as she told me even a few more details she had left out the first time. We timed it so that we had our orgasms together, and fell asleep exhausted, glowing, wet and a little messy, in each others arms.  |
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Some men have all the luck! It is a pleasure to read your blog....looking forward to shutting my office door so I can reread them again later!!
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Delightful story, well told. Welcome to blogging. I hope we get to read many more posts from you. Prof10001 Swing by my blog!
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Very well written and very sexy.
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Come my way and I will be happy to make her a martini ..Cosmo for the hot tub. You know what to do!
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