Saturday Night Out_(2)
Saturday night out
How did we get started into it? About three years ago coming home late at night from a wedding. It was a fifty mile trek in a bus and then the last few miles home in the car. I’d been bursting for a pee all the way in the bus and I thought, as soon as we get into the car and get out sight of the bus I’ll have to pee.
After the bus arrived at our stop we had to walk about one hundred yards to the open air car park. It was two in the morning but this small car park was in a residential area. John knew the state I was in but he just laughed at my predicament.
When we got to the car there was a teenage couple up against the nearby wall but it was much too late for modesty, I opened the front passenger door to give me some cover from the street, turned my back to the teenage couple and began to work my ankle length white satin dress up over my hips and pull down my thong. That teenage boy got a full eyeful but I just didn’t care as I had to let go. John was in the driver’s seat watching and listening and telling me the two against the wall were now staring and enjoying the free show.
As I was finishing I happened to say to John that I’d pissed all over myself. He just barked back that the car was new and he didn’t want my piss all over his clean seats. I finished and stood up, stepped out of my thong and used it to clean up as best I could. I turned to have a look behind me to see what was going on, the girl had a look of disgust on her face, and I was just about to say to her, I hope you’re never caught out when I realised the boy had his dick in his hand and wanking off to the show.
I pulled my dress down and sat into the car. John asked who put on the better show me pissing or the teenager wanking? I had to admit I was wet and not just from the piss. At that John took the thong from my hand and smelled it, kissed it and then put it into his mouth and sucked the piss from it. Next thing I knew he threw the front seats back, pulled the dress up to my waist and really hurt me as he pulled my legs apart. When I complained he just said shut up bitch and dived between my legs licking the piss from my legs and then my cunt.
I was already up for it but this was incredible. The piss, the teenagers, the exposure, the lick out, Jesus I was creaming my cunt and fucking John’s face as hard and fast as I could, in fact I couldn’t remember the last time it had been this good. I was almost there when I looked to see the teenage boy wanking just outside the door and as he came off his cum splashed on the window. As it ran down the car window I came in John’s mouth with an orgasm I hadn’t experienced since I was a teenager, and couldn’t believe I would ever experience again in my life.
John sat up, fixed his seat and began to start the car while I just lay there with my legs wide open and showed this young boy my cunt, and I do keep it shaved so he got the full view. Just as John was putting the car into reverse I pulled the dress up over my tits and let him see me there, naked from the neck down. I laid like that for the last few miles home gently wanking, something I knew drove John wild. We turned into the back of the house, where you can’t really be seen.
John jumped of his side and before I could move he was at the passenger door pulling me out. He slammed the door and threw me face down on the bonnet saying You showed your cunt to that teenage boy you slut! Pulled my dress over my ass and began spanking for all he was worth. He was really hurting me when I said you enjoyed it too you fucking pervert, getting a kick out of showing off your wife’s cunt. He stopped spanking me, dropped his pants and rammed me from behind. This was violent, in fact it could have been rape, but I was so wet and so fucking hot I was loving it. He came in a few seconds and I could tell it was good.
We tidied up and walked, wrapped in each other arms, to the rear entrance of our house. Johns cum was running out of my cunt and I could feel it all over the inside of my thighs. When we got to the bedroom I asked if I’d shower but he grabbed me, pulled the dress over my head and threw me on the bed, opened my legs and started to give me a slow luxurious lick out. Starting low between my thighs, working from left to right, he licked up the cum, and then working his way all the way to my cunt sucking, licking and gently biting as he went. I came in his mouth for the second time in the space of an hour and it was good. A slow, glorious climax. I turned over to give him my ass and he licked it from the small of my back to my legs. You taste of piss, he said, but I just said you’re enjoying it you perv, now get on with it. He pulled the cheeks of my ass apart and started to gently lick my anus. He licked out my crack from my cunt to my spine. I knelt up, shoving my ass up high and in his face. Oh my god! The sensation of a John’s tongue, warm, soft and wet forcing itself into my ass is just too incredible to describe. He stood up and wanked all over my ass and fell to the bed exhausted. We woke late the following day to the unmistakable smell of cunt, piss, cum and incredible sex.
That was three years ago now, and in that time we have developed our nights out into a spectacular and erotic routine that just gets better and better. We don’t do it every weekend, usually about once a month. It starts off at around four on a Saturday afternoon with the two kids being packed off to granny for the night. When John returns we have a beer or two and put on a few hard core porn dvd’s. While we sit and watch we can touch but nothing more, not even kiss and there are severe penalties, agreed by both of us, for anyone that spoils the evening by coming off.
By seven o clock it’s time for the shower, which we take together. You are not allowed wash yourself, John washes and shaves me and I do the same for him. Again no one is allowed to come. I really enjoy having my ass washed. Because he’s so into licking my anus he really scrubs it, repeatedly shoving a soapy finger deep into my ass, twisting it round and round and washing it clean.
After the shower comes the dressing. At this stage I have a number of dresses and skirts, specifically bought for these Saturday nights. As you can imagine they’re all extremely short, in at least two of them my ass can be seen when I’m standing up, we both find that a huge turn on. But I start with the underwear. I have tiny tits, 32 A, they’re small but they’re hard and I have nipples like stones, so no bra. Then a pair of teeny tiny snow white cotton boy cuts pulled up as tight as possible. Then a top and skirt, make up and hair. Then back to the front room for the remainder of the blue movies. You can just imagine how hot we both are by this.
Then the final touch. I take off my knickers, now well and truely wet, make him suck the taste of my cunt out of them and put them on. John pulls his foreskin fully back, pulls the tiny boy cuts up as tight as he can so that he’s constantly aware of his discomfort. He gets fully dressed and then we go out for the taxi. We never call a taxi to our house, instead we walk at least three or four streets and flag one down. We tell the driver town centre, get in and begin snogging in the back. When we arrive in the centre John jumps out and then calls back to me for the money. We have a spat over who pays and I give in, sitting in the back with my legs open and my purse on my lap supposedly searching for the money. The driver, staring into my shaved cunt, is perspiring at this stage as I give him a €50 note, he has to fumble for the change and turn back to give it to me and try to look me in the face. If it’s quite when we get out I always bend over on the pretext of fixing my shoe, giving him a complete rear end view. It’s great to watch the taxi weave up the street as the driver is coming off in the front seat.
You have got to be careful how you pick your ‘victims’ for the rest of the evening. Single men in the late teens and early twenties are to be avoided unless you want to fuck them, but we have a rule, third parties can look and maybe touch but nothing more. The best are couples where the husband is not going to be able to get away from his wife. I can really make these men squirm in their seats as I open, close and cross my legs. John pretends to engage them in conversation about football or whatever else as they try to sneak a peek. It can be so funny and such a turn on at the same time. If the wife realises what’s going on they’ll drag their husbands away, and this has happened more than once.
On one of these occasions we were left in our seat laughing at the manner in which the wife had frog marched her husband out of the bar we were in, when we saw her walking back across the bar obviously coming to us we both had visions of being lambasted the length and breath of the bar for what we had done. She suddenly turned towards the bar bought three drinks and then came to the table. She sat down handed around the drinks and we all sat in uncomfortable silence for a few moments. Then she said well, you showed it to my wanker of a husband now show it to me. I said fuck off I’m not a les. John was in immediately, open your legs, open your legs and show her your cunt. So I did and the three of us sat there talking shite while this married woman stared into my cunt, and I can’t say it wasn’t a turn on. She asked me to come to the toilet with her but once we explained the rules of no third parties she left.
When we left the pub we were both on fire and, after three or four pints, I badly needed to piss. There was nobody about and the car park was empty so I told John I was going back into the pub toilet for a piss but he dragged me to the back of the car park bent me over a car and got down between my legs. He was sucking on my cunt while I was trying to hold on to the piss. He drew back and hit my ass really hard and said piss you bitch. Then took my whole cunt back into his mouth and started sucking for all he was worth. I couldn’t hold on to it any longer and I let go and pissed and pissed into his mouth. He drank it all, every drop and continued to eat my cunt after I was empty. Within less than a minute I came in his mouth in a fabulous climax. I turned around, knelt down and blew him in about ten seconds, swallowing every drop. What a night, one of many such good nights.
John is a very good piss drinker now, so much so that every time I piss in the toilet I think, what a waste! John would have loved to drink that, and I would have loved to give it to him.