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Date Night, Uninvited Guest
by RodgertheDodger (annerogerduncan@sti.net)
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My boyfriend and I have our regular date night, but this
night he brings an uninvited guest. It turned out to be
a very hot night indeed. (MMF, reluc, oral, anal)
***
My boyfriend and I had settled down to a routine of
sorts: when Hubby was gone on his business trips, my
boyfriend would come by for dinner and a sexual romp and
Friday night was our time. He away from his wife on
business and me alone and ready for some frivolity.
This night, I was home early from work, we got a few
hours off on a Friday to do personal things which was my
girlfriend at work and I would hit the local for a glass
and, if we were lucky, as we usually were, an extra
glass from a bar gent just to get the weekend started on
an easy note. Now I was at home getting ready for date
night with my boyfriend.
He liked me to dress up, or down, but this night, after
fixing a few early evening snacks for us I was. You
guessed it, dressed as a French Maid; costume was a
short, not even short, a revealing little skirt,
suspenders, stockings, no knickers, as they were just in
the way of “business,” high heels, a frilly top and my
hair in a bun.
Guess why there are so many pregnant French Maids?
Please! I fixed the snacks, another glass of wine,
thinking of the fun ahead as the sun was setting,
walking back and forth, setting the table, and the knock
on the door.
I opened the door but it was a surprise and disgusting.
My heart sank. Here I was wet and ready and randy for
our little evening of play and there was my boyfriend,
and some guy I had never seen. His boss!
Talk about a sudden drying up of all the anticipation,
that was me at the door. If daggers were in my eyes my
boyfriend could see them.
He had a bottle of wine in his hand and flowers and I
thought I would like to stuff the flowers down his
throat and the wine bottle up his arse! I was hot as in
mad, my face flush with anger. How dare he cancel our
date night plans. Fuck him and the world! I told myself
as I went back to the kitchen thinking I would just dump
all the food, drink more wine, get totally drunk and
look for someone else to bring excitement in my life.
And the wine and disgust and the moments and I was
settled a little. “Just sit down and relax a little,” my
boyfriend said, “we’ll have a nice evening.”
“In your dreams,” I thought to myself but went to our
table and sat down with the two of them, still smoke
coming out of my ears!
And then the small talk about work, about their day and
mine, about the gent who bought my girlfriend and me a
wine at the local, and I started to calm down as I saw
the boss wasn’t a bad fellow, had a sense of humor,
apologized for joining us on “our night” and seemed
interested in me and my job and cared about what I was
telling the two of them.
My boyfriend got up and said he was going to the kitchen
to open the wine he had brought and there I was with the
boss and having nothing in common to talk about.
“I like your outfit,” he said, and put his hand on my
leg. “You look like one of those French Maids in the
movies,” he said and squeezed my knee, giving me shivers
as it would anyone. You know the knee is sensitive, like
mine. “Your boyfriend thinks a lot of you and I can see
why.”
His Boss’s hand is moving above my knee.
“He‘ll see,” I said. I’m already wet just thinking about
my boyfriend visiting on our date night and boss’s hand
is getting close to pay dirt. I closed my legs on his
hand which was almost there and he said, “He knows. It’s
all right. He wants me here and he’ll never have to look
for work again.” My legs relaxed.
His hand was warm and exciting and I was thinking if I
should strangle boyfriend or just stick him with a
butcher knife and Boss’s hand moved above my suspenders
and was petting my pussy. “You’re wet,” he said.
I just smiled.
“You were expecting a quiet evening with him and he says
you are one hot girl and asked me to come along as a
surprise.”
I looked at Boss and he could see it was a surprise and
I surprised myself, opening my legs, feeling his fingers
on me. His fingers made me hot and I thought I’d teach
boyfriend a good lesson. I took a drink of wine and he
was churning my mind and my cunt when boyfriend returned
to the table with snacks and all of this stopped
abruptly adjusting in my chair. Boyfriend looked at me
and at Boss and we all smiled.
Small talk again and words in the air and I’m thinking:
Boss is a handsome fellow and a nice build and, well to
be honest, I was thinking “Why not?” if it meant
boyfriend had a steady job, more than steady, and it
would be fun and naughty and sexy and so I was now
waiting for boyfriend to leave Boss and me alone so we
could have a little more private time which boyfriend
did.
“I’m going out to get some more wine,” he said, “I’ll be
back in a little…don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” And
off he popped.
As the door closed, my eyes looked down at the table,
not sure of all this. Boss lifted my chin, looked into
my eyes, got up, stood over me, both hands on my face,
leaning down, kissing me, really kissing and we were
tonguing each other, standing and walking to the couch,
sitting on the couch and he was under my little frilly
French thing, “I want to taste you,” he said, and was on
his knees, his mouth on my privates, “I love your
suspenders and your thighs are silky and you’re a
fucking juicy girl and you’re ready and randy and I’m
going to eat you,” he said.
He was sending me somewhere and I was hoping boyfriend
wouldn’t hurry back as Boss’s tongue was licking me,
lick, lick, and I was playing with his ears. Boss looked
up and smiled. His mouth was wet with me and I was
almost coming on his tongue when the door opened and
everything stopped. There was boyfriend: “The fucker!”
Just leave us be I thought.
So our evening began on a low note, growing to a high
note, interrupted by boyfriend, and then we three sat on
the couch and I learned about “threesomes.” Two men at
my body, from top to bottom and everywhere in between.
Boyfriend got up for the loo and when he got back I was
in mid-fucking Boss, my legs splayed and Boss’s long
cock pumping away; boyfriend sat beside us and worked on
my nipples which, the two of them, made me cum hard but
they weren’t finished, thank you, and now both were at
me, one on top and the other on the bottom, arse and
cunt, all of me filled with hot cocks and what to do but
cum hard again and semen out of both my holes running
from arse crack to cunt crack and three naked hot bodies
coming down from a memorable evening which started with
only the knock on a door. Who knew?
But there was more to come, or should I say “cum.” The
night was over and it was now Monday and a new work day,
I was bathed, dressed, ready, all make-up in place and
it was almost time to leave when there was a knock on my
door.
Opening it and there was Boss, unannounced, and he came
in and gave me this knowing hug. He was red in the face;
this was without boyfriend knowing or consenting; Boss
taking liberties behind boyfriend’s back, wanting
another quick naughty ride and I said: “Don’t mess my
hair.” He lifted me on the kitchen table, pushing me
back.
I was instantly wet for him or was I still wet from the
other evening, it had been on my mind all weekend, but I
was wet and ready for a morning ride. I was all dressed
for work but he had my skirt at my waist, pushing aside
my knickers, his cock in me, fucking me again and I was
holding on for a quick orgasm, there was no game or
holding back just sex.
I was anticipating a hot fucking, as I lifted my cunt on
him it was easy and wet and ready, my cunt knew its
task, squeezing on his cock, wetting it for insertion
and in it came all the way up to my throat, no foreplay,
no kissing, no nothing.
I took a deep breath and released and lifted to receive
him. Then off to work, two happy folk with flushed faces
and smiles. It was Boss and my little delicious secret
from Boyfriend.
It wasn’t the last secret either!
END
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