A Wife Ignored
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Younger Man/Older Woman, Cheating, Stranger Sex, Public Sex
Trish Ousterhousen turned off her hair blower thinking she heard a noise. Tilting her head like a puppy, she waited and then heard it again. After running to her bedroom, she breathlessly answered the ringing telephone.
"Hello," she almost shouted.
"Trish... it's Beth. Did I catch you at a bad time?"
"Hi Beth. No... well, I guess so. I was blow drying my hair, but I was just about done anyway."
"I'm sorry. Do you want to finish and get back to me."
"No, I'm done."
"Wanna do something today?"
"Can't, Beth. Remember, today's my tenth wedding anniversary."
"Trish, how could I forget? I knew that... I don't know why it slipped my mind. Is John taking you out?"
"Are you kidding? That husband of mine hasn't a romantic bone in his body. But I have a surprise for him. I'm going to fix him an extravagant dinner, get dressed real sexy, and when he comes home from work... we'll just see what happens... heehee."
"Trish, you slut," Beth joked with her dearest friend knowing how inappropriate that description was for the faithful, conservative wife.
Trish laughed at her friend's joke and said, "Can't chat. Got a lot to do today."
"Okay, hon, but I expect a full report tomorrow. Love ya."
"Love you too. Bye."
Trish hung up and smiled knowing she would never talk about her sex life, not even with her closest and dearest friend. Not that there was much to talk about anyway. Since Trish only had one lover her entire life -- her husband -- she didn't know how much fun sex could be. In fact, the most exciting sex she ever had occurred during their courting years. John paid a great deal of attention to her as he made sexual advances. Most occurred inside his car parked in a dark deserted area. Over time, kisses led to passionate kisses which led to fondling of her young breasts. Each time John massaged Trish's very sensitive breasts, her resistance lowered. As she got more excited she allowed her legs to spread and John quickly seized the opportunity to slip his hand under her skirt or cup her mound over her slacks. By the time they were ready to be married, John consistently had his hand inside Trish's panties as his fingers brought her to orgasm. Trish returned the favor by giving John handjobs. He kept a supply of napkins in his car to capture his shooting sperm. Several times he tried pulling Trish's head onto his lap, but she would always refuse the requested blowjob and, after a while, John ceased asking.
Trish had saved her virginity for her wedding night. After all, that's what good girls did. However, the actual event was less than thrilling. John knew he had "permission" to fuck his new wife and didn't bother with foreplay. Unlike the fondling used in the car to get Trish to agree with his advances, on their wedding night he simply crawled between her legs, stuck his hard cock inside her, pumped and grunted a few times, and climaxed. He enjoyed it, but the same couldn't be said for his young wife.
As the years passed, their sex became even duller. When John wanted some, which wasn't too often, they'd follow the same routine. He'd start stroking her body, move to her breasts, and then her pussy. While he fingered her, she wanked him to hardness. Then he'd climb on top and fuck her until he climaxed. Most times it was one-sided -- Trish didn't orgasm.
That night, though, was going to be different -- special. It was their tenth anniversary and she felt romantic. Trish spent the day preparing a scrumptious dinner which she planned to serve under candlelight. When the table was set and the food prepared, Trish took a hot bath and made herself up. It was during this time that her friend Beth called. After her hair was done and her makeup on, Trish applied John's favorite perfume to her neck and between her breasts. She giggled for a moment and then dabbed a little on the area between her bellybutton and pubic hair. Then she selected her most sexy outfit.
Trish put on a pair of frilly red lace panties with matching bra that she had bought especially for this night. Then she boldly removed the bra and put it back in her dresser drawer -- she felt adventurous and was going braless! She slipped on her black cocktail dress, which she had shortened earlier in the day just for this one special night. When she looked at herself in the mirror, Trish actually blushed. Her cleavage was clearly visible and her dress was at least 6 inches above her knees. The absence of pantyhose, which Trish always wore, showed the bare flesh of her legs.
Trish giggled. Beth was right, she looked like a slut!
Trish felt a grumbling in her belly and realized she hadn't eaten all day. But it didn't matter. John would be home soon and she'd feast on the delicious dinner she prepared. But John didn't come home. She waited and waited. Finally, she called John on his cell phone thinking he got stuck on the way home.
She heard it ringing and then a familiar voice answered, "Hello?"
"John, where are you? Are you all right?"
"Trish, what's the matter? I'm stuck at the office."
"The office! Why are you still there? Our dinner's waiting."
"I'm sorry, I guess I should have called. I have a report that has to get out today, and it will take me hours to do. Eat without me."
Trish was stunned. This was going to be a special night -- their tenth wedding anniversary. How could he be so insensitive? She felt totally ignored.
"Fine," she said rather harshly, "I'll eat without you. Get your damn report done!"
Trish slammed the telephone down and went into the kitchen to get her dinner. When she opened the oven the smoke told her all she needed to know -- the meal was ruined. Her entire evening was ruined. In a fit of rage, Trish stormed out of the house and drove to a nearby restaurant.
* * * *
"Would you like something to drink?" the attentive waiter politely asked Trish as he approached her table in the restaurant.
The waiter looked down at the startled woman and said, "Excuse me, ma'am, I didn't mean to frighten you. I just asked if you wanted a drink before ordering."
"I'm sorry," Trish apologized, "I was deep in thought. Yeah, I'd like a Margarita... No wait, I need something stronger than that. Give me a Rusty Nail."
"Well, that sure is stronger... half Scotch and half Drambui," the waiter acknowledged before leaving.
"That bastard," the angry wife muttered to herself, "leaving me alone on our tenth anniversary. He ruined my dinner and my evening. Damn him!"
The waiter brought the drink and Trish quickly drank it down and ordered another. She wasn't a heavy drinker, but she was angry. She drank the second one while studying the menu. As she finished it she began to feel a little lightheaded.
"Whoa," she thought to herself, "I better take it easy. There's nothing in my stomach. Fuck it!" she muttered out of character. "I'm going to have a good time tonight."
When the waiter returned, Trish ordered a Teriyaki Chicken and another Rusty Nail. While waiting for her dinner, Trish finished her third drink. She was now quite drunk. Her body relaxed and she slouched in her seat. Not used to wearing such a short dress, Trish's legs separated and inched higher on her bare thighs.
Frank Peters was sitting at the bar, killing time after work. He did this occasionally to avoid going home to an empty apartment. He had recently broken up with his girlfriend and, at 22 years old, was unattached and lonely. He noticed the stunning blonde as soon as she entered the restaurant. His eyes followed Trish from the entrance to her table. As she walked, he noticed the gentle bouncing of her braless tits. Then when she sat down, he observed how her dress rode up, exposing much of her long legs. As he continued to watch her, he noticed her heavy drinking and the change in her posture and knew she was drunk. He decided to get to know her and walked over to her table.
"Mind if I sit down?" Frank asked as he pointed to the end of the half-circle booth seat -- Trish was sitting in the middle.
"Wh-What? Huh?" Trish babbled in a stupor.
Frank sat down and extended his arm, "Hi, I'm Frank Peters."
Trish lifted her arm and, as their hands entwined, said, "Hi, I'm Trish Oushta... Ouster... Ousterhow... call me Trish, damn it."
"Hello, Trish Damnit."
The drunken wife thought a moment about what he said and then burst into laughter. She thought it was the funniest thing she ever heard. Frank took advantage of her more relaxed state to slide next to her until their knees touched under the table. When Trish didn't pull her knee away or say anything, Frank moved a little closer and began chatting with the scorned wife. When her salad came he continued to make conversation and told the waiter to bring her another drink.
In her current state, Trish had a hard time eating her salad. When she couldn't stab a slice of cucumber with her fork, Frank picked it up with his fingers and lifted it to her lips. As she opened her mouth, Frank slid the cucumber inside along with his fingers. When she closed her mouth, Frank let go of the cucumber and felt her soft tongue run along his fingers. He slowly dragged them through her lips and then, while staring into her eyes, put them into his own mouth and noisily sucked them. Trish felt a wave of excitement spread through her body watching him suck her saliva off his fingers.
Trish became even more careless and allowed some lettuce to fall from her fork on the way to her mouth -- it landed on her bare thigh. Frank retrieved the lettuce and brought it to her lips. This time when he inserted his fingers, Trish eagerly sucked on them.
"Looks like you got some dressing on your leg," Frank explained as he ran his finger across her thigh."
Trish moaned when she felt the contact and watched him bring his finger to his mouth and suck it clean. The next time she felt his finger touch her leg it was coated with his saliva.
"I think I got it all, but let me check," Frank said to the dumbfounded woman.
He leaned over and put his lips against her thigh. When she felt his tongue slide across her skin she once again moaned. Frank licked her leg and inched her dress up a little more at the same time. When he sat up, Trish just stared at him -- breathless.
Trish felt Frank's fingers tracing little circles on her inner thigh so she asked him what he was doing. When he told her he was simply drying the area, it made perfect sense to the drunken woman. He then began feeding her until a part of her salad fell from the fork and down the front of her dress.
"Uh oh," Trish giggled.
"Don't worry. I dropped it so I'll get it," Frank told her.
When Frank pulled the top of her dress away from her body and peered inside, Trish knew he was able to see her braless tits. Part of her told her to stop him, but another part was getting quite excited. She watched as he slid his hand inside her dress and then felt his fingers move gently against her soft skin in search of the missing food item. But instead of traveling downwards, Frank's hand moved sideways until it cupped her bare breast. Trish let out a sigh when she felt the younger man's fingers squeeze her sensitive tit. When he tweaked her nipple, Trish grabbed his hand from the outside of her clothes and held it to her chest.
"Uh hum," the waiter cleared his throat as he placed Trish's dinner on the table.
Frank removed his hand from inside Trish's dress and rested it on her thigh. She stared, glazed-eyed, at the waiter for a moment and then nodded her acknowledgment of the meal so that he'd leave. After he left she turned to Frank.
"Today's my tenth wedding anniversary."
"Congratulations, but where's your husband?"
"He's working late. I had a special night planned for him, but he didn't come home. How would you like to take his place?"
"I'd love to," Frank replied as he squeezed her thigh.
Trish pulled his hand higher under her dress and said, "Just let me finish my meal. I haven't eaten all day and I'll need my strength for later." Then she winked at Frank.
Frank couldn't believe his luck. He inched his hand up a little until he felt her moist panties. As the scorned wife ate her dinner, her new lover gently massaged her upper thigh and pussy through her panties. When she was done, they left arm in arm to his car where he drove the short distance to his apartment.
* * * *
Trish was sobering up. The food in her stomach countered the affect of the alcohol as she sat quietly in Frank's car watching the city lights flash by. She vaguely remembered the events in the restaurant. The stranger next to her touched her in places only her husband had before and she didn't stop him... hell, she encouraged him. She looked over at Frank and studied the stranger. He was younger than her, seemed very self-confident, and was handsome. That was an understatement; he was magnificent -- about 6'2", great body without an ounce of fat on him, black hair and blue eyes. Now she was in his car driving to his apartment to have sex. That she remembered.
"We're here," Frank announced as he pulled into the garage.
Frank parked the car and quickly ran around to open the passenger door. It was a long time since anyone opened a car door for Trish and she smiled. She also noticed Frank's eyes glance at her legs as she got out of the car. Her dress was so short that her legs were bared almost to her panties.
"Funny, I'm not embarrassed or offended that he looked," she thought as she mischievously spread her legs giving the stranger an unobstructed view of her red panties.
The elevator ride was quiet. Frank held her close -- his arm wrapped around her body -- as he gently stroked her arm with his fingertips. Each touch sent chills throughout Trish's body she hadn't felt in a long time. It made her feel good... needed... wanted.
Frank silently led her into his apartment where he turned her to face him and lowered his mouth onto hers. His arms held her tightly as their lips pressed together. When the tip of Frank's tongue pushed against Trish's mouth, her lips submissively parted. Their tongues dueled in her mouth until she felt Frank's tongue retreating. She followed it into his mouth where Frank began sucking on her tongue. Her arms instinctively wrapped around his muscular form. She pulled him into her body and held on tight as her knees became wobbly. She felt his fingers on her back slowly lowering the zipper to her dress. When he broke the embrace, Frank tugged on the dress until it slid down Trish's body. Trish kept her hands at her sides to facilitate the movement.
When the dress was at her feet, the stranger backed away and took in the beauty in front of him. The older woman was standing in a pair of sexy red panties and high heel shoes. Her wavy blonde hair was shoulder length and her 35C breasts were firm. He was delighted to see her erect nipples, hoping they were that way from excitement and not just the cool air.
"You are beautiful," he gasped as he stared at her.
Trish felt a blush spread over her face and smiled at the younger man. She couldn't believe she was standing practically naked in front of a strange man -- on her wedding anniversary, no less. But she didn't feel guilty or embarrassed. Her husband led her to this. He should have come home on time on their tenth anniversary. He should have romanced her... made love to her. Made her feel wanted.
Her eyes were fixed on the Adonis as he removed his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. When the shirt dropped to the floor, Trish admired the bulge of his tan muscular arms. She followed his hands as they began undoing his belt. Unconsciously, Trish's tongue licked her lips in anticipation. When his pants dropped to the floor, he stood before her in a pair of black briefs -- his semi-hard cock forming a rather large bulge. She kicked her dress out of the way and hugged him closely, pressing her naked breasts against his hairy chest and grinding her groin against his thigh.
Her embrace loosened as she felt Frank slide down her body. When his mouth reached her chest, Frank covered one tit with his mouth and gently sucked. He switched to the other breast and then back to the first. He licked her nipples, first slowly and then rapidly, until they stood even longer. With his tongue extended, Frank left a wet trail over her flesh until he reached her bellybutton. As he twirled his tongue inside her bellybutton, he put his thumbs inside the waistband of her lace panties and pulled them down her long, slim legs. As he extended his arms to her ankles his head was forced lower until it was even with Trish's pussy. To her surprise, he buried his face in her pussy and, grabbing her naked butt, pulled her close against him. He showered her cunt with kisses.
"Wh-What are you doing?" the somewhat sexually inexperienced, older married woman, asked in astonishment.
"I'm making love to you."
"But not there. Not with your mouth."
"Yes, my dear. My mouth belongs on your pussy as does my tongue inside it. Hasn't anyone ever done this to you... your husband?"
"No," she answered shyly.
"Well, you have a lot to learn about pleasure. Tonight is going to be very special for you."
Frank stood up and removed his pants, shoes and socks. Trish stepped out of her panties and shoes, and Frank led the befuddled woman by her hand into his bedroom. He stopped at the bed and pushed gently on her shoulders until she was sitting on the side of the bed. Dropping to his knees, Frank spread Trish's legs.
Trish looked at the man on the floor between her spread legs. He was able to see inside her vagina, but she was not embarrassed. For some reason she felt this was a natural thing for them to do. However, when Frank leaned forward, parted her pussy lips, and ran his tongue along the slit, Trish gasped and closed her eyes in ecstasy. She experienced a new sensation never felt before. Then he did it again and again.
"Oh... oh... ah... oh... ah," Trish moaned.
Frank smiled as he heard the woman's reaction and reveled in how wet her pussy became. He was going to enjoy teaching the older woman what lovemaking was. For a moment he wondered what kind of man her husband was to ignore such a desirable woman. Finding her hole, Frank penetrated her with his tongue. When he heard her grunt he began thrusting it in and out. Each time he was deep inside her, he moved his tongue around, rubbing it against the inside walls of her pussy. When Trish's hips began moving in response, Frank focused on her clitoris. He licked and sucked the hardening flesh until he heard Trish plead.
"Oh god. What are you doing? Oh... that... feels... oh... so good. Oh... yes!"
Frank felt the woman's body stiffen and then convulse as she exploded in an orgasm. He held her butt tightly as he pressed his mouth to her throbbing pussy -- his tongue and lips working her clit. When she stopped moving, Frank sat down on the floor looking up at his new lover with a huge smile on his face. While he patiently waited for her to recover, he slipped his underwear off releasing his now fully erect penis.
"Oh wow!" Trish exclaimed as she opened her eyes and then, when she saw the size of Frank's erection, "OH... WOW!"
"Do you like it?" Frank asked with a sly smile.
"It's sooo big. Maybe too big."
"Don't be silly," Frank ensured her and then, after jumping onto the bed, added, "It's built like this to give you pleasure. Before the night is over you will be begging for me to fuck you with it. Get me warmed up. Come on... put your sweet lips around it."
Trish moved her eyes from the hard cock and stared at Frank in astonishment. Frank noticed her reaction.
"Don't tell me you never gave head?" he asked incredulously. "My god, you haven't. What kind of sex life have you had?"
Trish lowered her eyes, and with tears welling within them answered, "Not a very exciting one."
Frank put his arms around Trish and held her close to his body with her head buried in his chest. A tear fell onto his skin and dripped down his torso. He rocked her back and forth in his arms telling her that it was all right and that he would change all that. Lifting her chin, Frank put his mouth against Trish's quivering lips and slipped his tongue inside. As they passionately kissed, Trish held onto Frank as if she'd fall into an endless black hole if she let go. The kiss tasted differently than before and then Trish suddenly remembered where Frank's tongue had been -- inside her pussy. She was tasting her own pussy juices. Instead of disgusting her, it excited her. When he broke the kiss, Frank rolled Trish onto her back.
"That's all right, you don't have to do anything you don't want to," he consoled her.
He planted loud smacking kisses all over her face. Then he pressed his lips on the nape of her neck and gave her a prolonged kiss. Moving downward, Frank held both breasts in his hands and fondled them. Trish closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Then Frank began kissing her breasts until he settled on her nipples. He flicked them with his tongue... ran the flat part of his tongue across them... and finally sucked them into his mouth, stretching the nipples with his lips as he pulled his head back. Trish's moans encouraged him to continue.
Repositioning himself at Trish's side, he brushed the tips of his lips against her skin as he moved his head back and forth -- from her breasts to the top of her pubic hair. When he saw the goose bumps form, he replaced his lips with his tongue, leaving little saliva trails along her soft, sensitive skin. He peeked at her face which had a very peaceful, sensuous expression across it.
Frank moved his hands to Trish's pussy. He spread her and just rested his lips on her clit. Then, without moving his head, his tongue snaked from between his lips onto her clitoris. He flicked his tongue across it and Trish reacted accordingly. Her lower body began to gyrate and soft moans escaped her lips. While continuing his assault on her clit, Frank maneuvered his body so that he was lying between her legs. He left her clit and slowly climbed up her body until his lips pressed against hers. When his tongue entered her mouth, Trish tasted her own juices for the second time in her life -- she eagerly sucked them off his tongue.
While engaged in the passionate kiss, Frank slipped his very hard cock into Trish's wet pussy and pushed until about five inches sunk in. Trish's eyes opened wide and her tongue stopped moving. Frank pulled his head back from Trish's and pulled his cock almost all the way out and then pushed it in again -- this time spearing her with about seven inches. Her eyes got even wider and her mouth formed a silent "o". He continued to gently move in and out of her until all nine inches were buried inside. Fighting the urge to begin pounding his meat into her, Frank remained still. He periodically caused his cock to throb. Each time Trish felt the cock pulse, she involuntarily jerked her hips and sighed.
"Fuck me. Frank, please fuck me," she begged as Frank previously predicted.
Frank knew that Trish wouldn't be accustomed to his size so he started slowly. He withdrew and re-entered. After about four or five times, he moved a little faster and thrust into her a little harder. With each thrust, a grunt escaped from Trish's lips. Frank wanted desperately to finish, but he also wanted to give the older woman the experience of her life. In between thrusts, he moved his cock around in circles within her. When he felt her pussy was well lubricated, he started pounding her for real. He rammed his hard cock in and out of her pussy, making sure he hit her clitoris on every stroke.
"Oh my god," Trish screamed, "oh my god... oh my god. Fuck me. Don't ever stop. Fuck me. Fuck... fuck... fuck. Oh... Yes... I'm going to... aahhh!"
When Frank felt Trish's body shudder in her climax and her pussy clench his cock, he pushed in one last time and unloaded his hot sperm inside her. The illicit act of cumming in a married woman's pussy added to his excitement. He collapsed on top of the very satisfied woman and then rolled off her onto his back. They lay side by side, each very satisfied and deep in their own thoughts.
Trish was the first to stir. She raised up on her elbow and leaned over the prone body of her young lover. She put her lips to his and stuck her tongue into his mouth. Frank eagerly sucked on the slippery, moving object. Trish shifted to Frank's chest and kissed his nipples before sucking them into her mouth. Then, mimicking Frank, she slid her tongue from his chest to his pubic hair. When she reached the tip of his cock, Trish lifted the slimy piece of meat in her hand and looked at it. She lowered her face and planted a kiss right on the tip.
"Let me wipe it off first," Frank suggested.
But Trish ignored him. Holding the semi-hard cock upright, she licked the underside from his balls to her fingers. Frank scooted back until he was sitting -- leaning against the headboard. Trish moved with him, never relinquishing her hold on his cock. Frank watched in awe as the woman, who previously wouldn't put his cock in her mouth, licked their combined fluids off his dick. After a few licks, Trish opened her mouth and slid it over the gooey cock.
"Oh yes," Frank moaned.
Trish moved her head up and down and swirled her tongue around the shaft. When the cock hit her throat she gagged and quickly learned how much she was able to swallow. She was ecstatic when she felt the cock swell to full size. While her mouth bobbed up and down one end, her fist wanked the other. She soon got into a rhythm that caused Frank to moan in pleasure.
"I'm gonna cum. Take your mouth off," Frank warned.
But it was not the old Trish sucking his cock. It was the new, very sensual woman. She ignored his warning and, instead, moved her mouth faster. It did the trick. With a loud grunt, Frank thrust his hips upward and erupted into Trish's mouth. She swallowed and swallowed, but the inexperienced woman couldn't handle it all. As she was swallowing, Trish allowed the excess to escape her lips and run down her chin. When Frank stopped cumming, Trish sucked the rest of his semen from his cock and then gave it a few more sucks before releasing it. She smiled at Frank with his sperm dangling from her chin.
* * * *
Trish's husband came home to an empty house and a ruined dinner. He saw the beautiful setting in the dining room with the empty candlesticks covered with melted wax. He didn't understand why his wife wasn't home waiting for him.
What John Ousterhousen didn't know was that his wife, at that moment, was sucking another man's cock. Later, while John ate a TV dinner, his young wife was sitting on the other man's hard cock, bouncing up and down until both reached very satisfying orgasms.
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