07-05-2019, 12:05 PM
Chapter 98
"It's like I always say – all women are whores." Yep. That's the sentence that started it all. Samina was getting madder with every word Kevin said. His girlfriend had just dumped him and he was feeling bitter. He was always better at first, until he found the next woman to spend a few months with. Samina had understood at first but now she was just downright angry.
"Easy, buddy," I said. "I happen to be married to a woman." Samina nodded as if to acknowledge that I had spoken well. Kevin just shook his head like he didn't want to hear me.
"I'm sorry, Samina," He said, taking a few swigs of his beer. "I'm just saying that all women have their price. It's just their nature." He was digging this hole deeper by the minute. I'd have to drag Samina out of the bar soon, or Kevin would be going home with a black eye for sure. Samina's fists were rolled and I was certain she was about to sock Kevin one as hard as she could.
He sounded like he was drunk already. I had trouble counting the number of times he'd gone on week long benders because some woman had tired of his coarse manner. During the first few of these crises, I assumed that the women he dated were attracted to the fact that he was a tall black man. Most of the women he got involved with were white with the occasional Asian woman or Latina. We can all pretend we live in a more enlightened world where race isn't a factor, but when it comes down to it, most non-black women sleep with black men for the exoticness. Samina of course was no exception, but she had never mentioned Kevin as being a potential lover for her.
Once Kevin passed the dozen marker on ex-girlfriends, I thought he was defying the odds in attracting only shallow women. Samina felt that it was because of his lack of refinement, and uncouth opinion of women. I came to agree with her. He didn't have a game face. He talked with and about women as if he were just hanging out with the guys. Women will stand for being called bitches, whores, and sluts for only so long. Eventually they want to go see a chick flick and cuddle on the couch. They, so I'm told, don't like men who ogle their breasts constantly or tell their friends they have to 'take the bitch home and drill her'.
Samina told me once that she would bet good money that Kevin had no idea what color her eyes were, but could rattle off her cup size. TShe's what Kevin would call a spinner. Her breasts look a little large for her small frame. Her flat abdomen and tight ass just make you want to bend her over the nearest flat surface. But then if things kept going the way they were, there was no way Kevin was going to experience anything like that. Samina had told me earlier that she desperately needed a good hard, thick, long, cock to fuck and suck, or she would go insane with frustration. A pity that Kevin was being so crude with her and blowing his chances. I had seen him often in the gym, and he certainly had what Samina craved.
The evening was a little windy and slightly on the chilly side, so Samina had worn a sweater to the bar. Inside it was quite warm, and after a few minutes she was off to the lady's room to strip down to a plain white t-shirt. When she came out she asked me if I could see her nipples. She had foregone wearing a bra. I laughed and told her, only if was looking directly looking at her chest, a passer by probably couldn't. Of course Keven sitting barely inches from us had a clearly look at the outline of her nipples against her tight shirt, not that Samina cared. But I saw Kevin take hidden and sometimes blatant looks at her chest.
"Their all the same," he continued. "It's all 'Kevin, I love your big black cock,' or 'Kevin, you fill me up more than any other man'. Then they run off with the first pencil-dicked boy with a Jaguar that offers them a drink." He downed his beer and flagged down the waitress. "No offense, Omar."
"None taken," I replied. "I drive a BMW." We both chuckled. We had met at the gym and teamed up on the long-distance running group. In the locker room, his meat swung heavy and low. And If I were to hazard a guess, I'd put it at over 6 inches long when soft! I imagined it would grow into something that Samina would be drooling over!
The waitress came by and we placed our order. Kevin took the time to pay a courtesy to her ass. She smiled uncomfortably and walked away.
"I could tap that ass tonight," he declared. "I wonder what her going rate is?"
Samina wadded up a bar napkin and managed to hit him square in the forehead with it.
"You are an ass." She must have felt that she was pointing out the obvious. "I married Umer without knowing anything about him or how he was financially. I did it because it was the right thing to do. I trusted my parents to make a right decision for me. Not once did I think of money or how rich he might be. How does that make me a whore?" She looked at him expectantly.
"Well, maybe you haven't done any whoring yet," he said. The hole he was digging was rapidly approaching China. "But that's just because nobody has named your price. The minute that someone does, you'll be pressing those big beautiful titties in his face."
I got out my wallet and through a few dollars on the table for the waitress. Kevin had finally crossed the line. I figured this would take about a year to iron out. I was wrong. Samina just started laughing and threw my napkin at him. I knew then she would be fucking him before the night was up. Samina had that unmistakable look in her eyes.
"I told you he was staring at my boobs," she exclaimed. She continued to laugh, then closed her eyes and asked, "Kevin, what color eyes do I have?" He looked perplexed. I was just relieved that she hadn't been mortally offended.
"Shit, I don't know. Black?" Kevin blurted out. “And when you dress like that, don't act surprised men look at you. Your tits are crying out to be seen bitch!” Kevin laughed.
Samina laughed some more and opened her lids. "Wrong, pig," she said. "Can't you look a woman in the eyes when you talk to her? Women like to pretend that you're paying attention to what they're saying." The waitress came and delivered our beers. I ordered a round of tequila.
"Why the hell would I want to look at your eyes, when you've got those sexy things stretching out that little t-shirt?" He asked, never taking his eyes from her now hardening nipples. I was a little surprised that this talk was getting her hot, all this while she had been so adamantly anti-Kevin.
"Why are men so enthralled by these things? You've all sucked on them before. Why don't you get all bothered by our arms or knees? It isn't any different. It's just what society has drilled into you." To prove her point she looked quickly around the bar and then grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt with both hands and flashed Kevin. He looked about as flushed as a dark skinned black man can, and stared eagerly at her chest as the top came back down a second later. Samina laughed out loud. Then Kevin looked at me, and I defused his tension by just laughing and giving him a thumbs up.
"Thank you, society," he said with a smile.
The waitress came by with our shots. I wondered if Samina really needed more alcohol in her. Maybe she would not be so accepting of Kevin, if she were sober? I suspected that the alcohol was stripping away her inhibitions a bit too much. Not that I minded, of course. I was just worried that if Samina did end up fucking Kevin, she might regret it the next day and hold me responsible for not stopping her, when clearly she was quite inebriated. On the bright side, Kevin wasn't thinking about his recent breakup.
"If they're no different than an arm or a knee, then why can't I touch them that way without some bitch slapping me?" he asked. He was now just plain gawking at Samina's pointing nipples. "Why can I shake your hand or give you a hug, but if I cup your tits with my hands you'd scream bloody murder? Huh!"
Now Samina was blushing. On her complexion it was much more obvious. She decided to try for a change of topic. She grabbed her shot glass and raised it. "Here is to better days," she offered. Kevin and I echoed her and down they went. Samina was quick to order another round and we proceeded to get pretty buzzed. Frankly Samina does not drink to excess generally, but after the past few weeks of intense work, I think she just wanted to let go. And who can blame her? Anyone in that position would have done the same.
I held my water as long as I could but eventually gravity got the better of me and I had to go to the men's room. I was half tempted to ask Kevin to come with me, but men don't do that. I didn't want the mood to turn sour when I was away, and I feared that Kevin might get a little aggressive. I still was not sure of how serious Samina was about Kevin. Was she really keen to fuck him, or was this just some friendly, alcohol induced flirting? That said, I had to go.
When I stood, Kevin did too. Gravity works on everyone. We pissed the way men do; eyes forward and no talking. Kevin finished before I did and headed back out to the bar saying he'd get us a round for last call. I nodded and waited while I relieved myself of three times what I'd taken in.
When I finally came out, Kevin was sitting in the booth with Samina. I simply took the seat opposite them. We each had another shot and a beer. Kevin waited for me to get situated and then lifted his glass and said, "To tits!" I missed echoing the toast because I didn't know how Samina would react. She belted out the words and drank her shot.
Kevin put his hand on her arm. His big dark hand made her look tiny. "So, this is your arm," he said. His rubbed her arm and said, "You're right. There is nothing sexual about this." He dropped his hand below the table and reached toward her.
"Okay, now this is your knee," He began rubbing her again. Samina was biting her upper lip and smiling at me mischieviously. I smiled back, wondering if Kevin knew what Samina had in mind for him, or if he thought it was just a game? I stayed cool about it, deciding to let things play out. It was up to the two of them to decide how far to let things go. I was happy to be just an observer.
"I don't know if that's sexual to you, but it sure as hell is doing something for me!" Samina snickered, and moved a little closer to her lover.
"Okay," he said. "According to your theory, there should be no difference between that and rubbing your tits, right." Samina nodded, still biting her lip. "Slide down a little, woman. We don't want to give the whole bar a show." She slid down until only her head was visible.
She must have kicked off her shoes, because a soft foot started massaging my crotch. My dick felt amazing, her foot massaged it expertly. Soft or not, the sensation was intensely amazing. I was addicted to that feeling. You have to experience it to understand what I felt.
Samina let Kevin continue his experiment. He reached his other hand under the table and it occurred to me that he was still rubbing with the first hand. Her knees were too far away for him to rub. She was letting him feel up her pussy. She must have been feeling good, because she was biting her lip hard and her eyes were closed. I'm sure that Kevin didn't notice.
Before long he had his hand up under her shirt and was massaging her breasts and pinching her nipples. She was writhing in her seat. From my angle I could just barely make out the tops of her breasts as he pulled her t-shirt above her tits and felt her up. He even bent down and sucked on her nipples. She was pressing on my dick and balls like it was a gas pedal and she was late for work. Actually her digging foot hurt my balls a little, sometimes a lot as the pressure she applied varied, with the intensity of Kevin's assault on her sensitive nipples. Then the lights came on. It was time to go.
Samina let him suck on her tits a few moments longer before sitting up. She didn't get her shirt pulled down on time and gave the few remaining drunks a free show. Kevin was still using the hand that wasn't choking down the last of his beer to make Samina moan. She was shaking a bit as she drank some of her beer. I reached down to adjust my own uncomfortable balls, which by then had actually developed a dull ache from all the pounding they had received from Samina's loving, yet punishing foot. I wondered if Samina did that deliberately, or was it just accidental? Something done in the heat of the moment.
"It's time to go, guys," the waitress said as she collected our empties. Then her eyes widened a bit as she figured out why my wife was squirming.
"Sure thing, hottie," Kevin said. "Just give me a few moments so I can stand up, sweet thing." He pointed down at his crotch and the waitresses eyes opened even wider. She nodded and hurriedly finished cleaning up before scurrying away.
"I suppose we should tip her well," he suggested. He pulled out his wallet and stopped rubbing, I suspected, my wife's pussy. He fished some bills from his wallet and I did the same.
"Ready to go?" Samina asked impatiently, gathering up her purse and sweater. It looked like she was snapping her jeans back up.
"Not just yet, Samina," Kevin said. Then he grabbed her arm and placed it in his lap. "See, it isn't much different than touching an arm." She kept her hand beneath the table a while, I knew she was rubbing his massive erection.
"No kidding," she said. "It almost feels like an arm."
Kevin slapped at her hand. "That's enough, bitch," he snapped. "We'll never get out of here if you keep rubbing my cock."
This was the first time he had described the events below the table top. Given the soft state of my dick I would have no trouble walking, were it not for the fact that my balls wer e throbbing a little and walking only made that worse. We took a while to collect ourselves, and after a few more minutes we left.
We debated in the parking lot for a while about who was sober enough to drive. None of us were. I suggested that we walk home our home was only a few blocks from the bar.
When we turned off the main street into the neighborhood, Kevin wasted no time coming up behind Samina and reaching up her shirt. She leaned back into him and started rubbing his cock which had grown stiff down his pant leg. She fumbled clumsily with his belt and zipper. He unsnapped her jeans with one hand and worked the zipper down. He slipped his long fingers into the front of her panties. She had her hand in his pants and was stroking his pole. All I could do was watch and rub myself, masturbating myself the way I had been for a long time now. A soft cock can still feel sexual pleasure! Samina moaned.
That's when a dog barked and I realized, in my drunken state, that they were practically fucking right there on the street and a few houses still had lights on.
"Hey you two," I said. "You're going to get us arrested. Let's at least make it home or to the park at the end of the street." Kevin pulled away from my wife and took off his belt, he handed it to me. Samina misunderstood and removed her t-shirt. Her bared breasts were beautiful in the streetlights. Kevin's attention and the open air had made her nipples stand out crinkled and erect.
"Come on, baby," Kevin said. "Let's get to the park. I've got a ride for you." He reached into his undone pants, and struggled to stand his cock upright. When he finally managed to wrangle out his meat, it was massive and sticking out well above the waistband of his briefs. Samina's had a hungry look in her eyes, and she licked her lips in anticipation of having her weeks long hunger finally quenched. She was now a woman possessed, not to be denied. I doubt she would have stopped even if I had stepped in and tried to put an end to proceedings, which of course I had absolutely no intention of doing!
Samina kicked off her shoes and shimmied out of her pants while I whispered urgently that we couldn't do this there. I felt the danger of being so public, but was helpless to stop it.
Even in the dim light I could tell Samina's white panties were sopping. I bent and gathered her belongings and we started rushing toward the park. Samina looked like an unearthly fantasy as she streaked down the street. Her breasts were bouncing and her ass jiggled slightly. She had pulled well ahead of Kevin and me. Before she darted into the park, she stopped and stripped off her panties, wadding them up the way she had her bar napkin and throwing them over a fence into someone's backyard. Well, that would be a nice surprise for someone in the morning.
Kevin and I walked over a small tree-lined hill that led to the playground. When we reached the bottom, Samina was waiting there naked and kneeling. She looked sexy as hell in the dim light. Her tits were perfect hanging globes. My gaze shifted to her flat abs and down to where her fingers massaged her nicely shaved pussy. At times like this I really missed the slick, hot, velvety vagina of her's wrapped around my hard penis. I really missed it, and my jealously and envy of Kevin came alive. I wanted to be him. I felt it so unfair that other men could enjoy my wife in ways that was now clearly forbidden to me. Yet I felt it was the right order of things. My brain was torn between that dichotomy of thoughts, knowing something to be right, yet wishing it was not!
"Someone is already there," she whined. Sure enough, I could just make out three shapes at a small pavilion on the other side of the park. I guessed that they were teenagers out past curfew.
"That's all right," Kevin said. He took off his shoes and pants and stood in front of Samina, so his cock was right in front of her face. The light from the street barely illuminated them, but I could see her clearly as she pulled down his briefs. With his underwear out of the way his cock fell forward. It landed directly on her face with the head resting on her forehead. It was nearly obscured her face and Samina grabbed it with both hands and greedily licked the length of his shaft before rubbing its head all over her face and tits.
"The size of a child's arm," she gasped.
I decided to maintain some semblance of modesty and kept my own clothes on. I did not need a visual reminder that not only was I much smaller than Kevin, I was also as limp as wet noodle, compared to his rock hard boner. Occasionally I would reach over my pants and rub my crotch for pleasure, as I saw Samina worship Kevin's tool of pleasure.
It started sprinkling. The cool drops felt good on my sweating skin. Samina flicked her tongue around the head of Kevin's cock. She slobbered on it hungrily. She worked it in and out of her mouth furiously, gagging occasionally and wiping the streaming saliva and pre-cum from her chin. After choking, she'd give herself a breather and suck on my dick a bit before returning to his monster cock. Eventually she learned to relax or had found the right angle because she was working a good length of it down her throat without gagging. I just enjoyed the show.
There was a long low rumble of thunder in the distance and the rain started falling harder, we all ignored it. I got behind Samina and kneaded her tits while she blew Kevin. Kevin had a handful of her hair and was face fucking her savagely, letting her up for air occasionally. I reached down and started rubbing her wet pussy. I fingered her, and played with her clitoris.
"It's like I always say – all women are whores." Yep. That's the sentence that started it all. Samina was getting madder with every word Kevin said. His girlfriend had just dumped him and he was feeling bitter. He was always better at first, until he found the next woman to spend a few months with. Samina had understood at first but now she was just downright angry.
"Easy, buddy," I said. "I happen to be married to a woman." Samina nodded as if to acknowledge that I had spoken well. Kevin just shook his head like he didn't want to hear me.
"I'm sorry, Samina," He said, taking a few swigs of his beer. "I'm just saying that all women have their price. It's just their nature." He was digging this hole deeper by the minute. I'd have to drag Samina out of the bar soon, or Kevin would be going home with a black eye for sure. Samina's fists were rolled and I was certain she was about to sock Kevin one as hard as she could.
He sounded like he was drunk already. I had trouble counting the number of times he'd gone on week long benders because some woman had tired of his coarse manner. During the first few of these crises, I assumed that the women he dated were attracted to the fact that he was a tall black man. Most of the women he got involved with were white with the occasional Asian woman or Latina. We can all pretend we live in a more enlightened world where race isn't a factor, but when it comes down to it, most non-black women sleep with black men for the exoticness. Samina of course was no exception, but she had never mentioned Kevin as being a potential lover for her.
Once Kevin passed the dozen marker on ex-girlfriends, I thought he was defying the odds in attracting only shallow women. Samina felt that it was because of his lack of refinement, and uncouth opinion of women. I came to agree with her. He didn't have a game face. He talked with and about women as if he were just hanging out with the guys. Women will stand for being called bitches, whores, and sluts for only so long. Eventually they want to go see a chick flick and cuddle on the couch. They, so I'm told, don't like men who ogle their breasts constantly or tell their friends they have to 'take the bitch home and drill her'.
Samina told me once that she would bet good money that Kevin had no idea what color her eyes were, but could rattle off her cup size. TShe's what Kevin would call a spinner. Her breasts look a little large for her small frame. Her flat abdomen and tight ass just make you want to bend her over the nearest flat surface. But then if things kept going the way they were, there was no way Kevin was going to experience anything like that. Samina had told me earlier that she desperately needed a good hard, thick, long, cock to fuck and suck, or she would go insane with frustration. A pity that Kevin was being so crude with her and blowing his chances. I had seen him often in the gym, and he certainly had what Samina craved.
The evening was a little windy and slightly on the chilly side, so Samina had worn a sweater to the bar. Inside it was quite warm, and after a few minutes she was off to the lady's room to strip down to a plain white t-shirt. When she came out she asked me if I could see her nipples. She had foregone wearing a bra. I laughed and told her, only if was looking directly looking at her chest, a passer by probably couldn't. Of course Keven sitting barely inches from us had a clearly look at the outline of her nipples against her tight shirt, not that Samina cared. But I saw Kevin take hidden and sometimes blatant looks at her chest.
"Their all the same," he continued. "It's all 'Kevin, I love your big black cock,' or 'Kevin, you fill me up more than any other man'. Then they run off with the first pencil-dicked boy with a Jaguar that offers them a drink." He downed his beer and flagged down the waitress. "No offense, Omar."
"None taken," I replied. "I drive a BMW." We both chuckled. We had met at the gym and teamed up on the long-distance running group. In the locker room, his meat swung heavy and low. And If I were to hazard a guess, I'd put it at over 6 inches long when soft! I imagined it would grow into something that Samina would be drooling over!
The waitress came by and we placed our order. Kevin took the time to pay a courtesy to her ass. She smiled uncomfortably and walked away.
"I could tap that ass tonight," he declared. "I wonder what her going rate is?"
Samina wadded up a bar napkin and managed to hit him square in the forehead with it.
"You are an ass." She must have felt that she was pointing out the obvious. "I married Umer without knowing anything about him or how he was financially. I did it because it was the right thing to do. I trusted my parents to make a right decision for me. Not once did I think of money or how rich he might be. How does that make me a whore?" She looked at him expectantly.
"Well, maybe you haven't done any whoring yet," he said. The hole he was digging was rapidly approaching China. "But that's just because nobody has named your price. The minute that someone does, you'll be pressing those big beautiful titties in his face."
I got out my wallet and through a few dollars on the table for the waitress. Kevin had finally crossed the line. I figured this would take about a year to iron out. I was wrong. Samina just started laughing and threw my napkin at him. I knew then she would be fucking him before the night was up. Samina had that unmistakable look in her eyes.
"I told you he was staring at my boobs," she exclaimed. She continued to laugh, then closed her eyes and asked, "Kevin, what color eyes do I have?" He looked perplexed. I was just relieved that she hadn't been mortally offended.
"Shit, I don't know. Black?" Kevin blurted out. “And when you dress like that, don't act surprised men look at you. Your tits are crying out to be seen bitch!” Kevin laughed.
Samina laughed some more and opened her lids. "Wrong, pig," she said. "Can't you look a woman in the eyes when you talk to her? Women like to pretend that you're paying attention to what they're saying." The waitress came and delivered our beers. I ordered a round of tequila.
"Why the hell would I want to look at your eyes, when you've got those sexy things stretching out that little t-shirt?" He asked, never taking his eyes from her now hardening nipples. I was a little surprised that this talk was getting her hot, all this while she had been so adamantly anti-Kevin.
"Why are men so enthralled by these things? You've all sucked on them before. Why don't you get all bothered by our arms or knees? It isn't any different. It's just what society has drilled into you." To prove her point she looked quickly around the bar and then grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt with both hands and flashed Kevin. He looked about as flushed as a dark skinned black man can, and stared eagerly at her chest as the top came back down a second later. Samina laughed out loud. Then Kevin looked at me, and I defused his tension by just laughing and giving him a thumbs up.
"Thank you, society," he said with a smile.
The waitress came by with our shots. I wondered if Samina really needed more alcohol in her. Maybe she would not be so accepting of Kevin, if she were sober? I suspected that the alcohol was stripping away her inhibitions a bit too much. Not that I minded, of course. I was just worried that if Samina did end up fucking Kevin, she might regret it the next day and hold me responsible for not stopping her, when clearly she was quite inebriated. On the bright side, Kevin wasn't thinking about his recent breakup.
"If they're no different than an arm or a knee, then why can't I touch them that way without some bitch slapping me?" he asked. He was now just plain gawking at Samina's pointing nipples. "Why can I shake your hand or give you a hug, but if I cup your tits with my hands you'd scream bloody murder? Huh!"
Now Samina was blushing. On her complexion it was much more obvious. She decided to try for a change of topic. She grabbed her shot glass and raised it. "Here is to better days," she offered. Kevin and I echoed her and down they went. Samina was quick to order another round and we proceeded to get pretty buzzed. Frankly Samina does not drink to excess generally, but after the past few weeks of intense work, I think she just wanted to let go. And who can blame her? Anyone in that position would have done the same.
I held my water as long as I could but eventually gravity got the better of me and I had to go to the men's room. I was half tempted to ask Kevin to come with me, but men don't do that. I didn't want the mood to turn sour when I was away, and I feared that Kevin might get a little aggressive. I still was not sure of how serious Samina was about Kevin. Was she really keen to fuck him, or was this just some friendly, alcohol induced flirting? That said, I had to go.
When I stood, Kevin did too. Gravity works on everyone. We pissed the way men do; eyes forward and no talking. Kevin finished before I did and headed back out to the bar saying he'd get us a round for last call. I nodded and waited while I relieved myself of three times what I'd taken in.
When I finally came out, Kevin was sitting in the booth with Samina. I simply took the seat opposite them. We each had another shot and a beer. Kevin waited for me to get situated and then lifted his glass and said, "To tits!" I missed echoing the toast because I didn't know how Samina would react. She belted out the words and drank her shot.
Kevin put his hand on her arm. His big dark hand made her look tiny. "So, this is your arm," he said. His rubbed her arm and said, "You're right. There is nothing sexual about this." He dropped his hand below the table and reached toward her.
"Okay, now this is your knee," He began rubbing her again. Samina was biting her upper lip and smiling at me mischieviously. I smiled back, wondering if Kevin knew what Samina had in mind for him, or if he thought it was just a game? I stayed cool about it, deciding to let things play out. It was up to the two of them to decide how far to let things go. I was happy to be just an observer.
"I don't know if that's sexual to you, but it sure as hell is doing something for me!" Samina snickered, and moved a little closer to her lover.
"Okay," he said. "According to your theory, there should be no difference between that and rubbing your tits, right." Samina nodded, still biting her lip. "Slide down a little, woman. We don't want to give the whole bar a show." She slid down until only her head was visible.
She must have kicked off her shoes, because a soft foot started massaging my crotch. My dick felt amazing, her foot massaged it expertly. Soft or not, the sensation was intensely amazing. I was addicted to that feeling. You have to experience it to understand what I felt.
Samina let Kevin continue his experiment. He reached his other hand under the table and it occurred to me that he was still rubbing with the first hand. Her knees were too far away for him to rub. She was letting him feel up her pussy. She must have been feeling good, because she was biting her lip hard and her eyes were closed. I'm sure that Kevin didn't notice.
Before long he had his hand up under her shirt and was massaging her breasts and pinching her nipples. She was writhing in her seat. From my angle I could just barely make out the tops of her breasts as he pulled her t-shirt above her tits and felt her up. He even bent down and sucked on her nipples. She was pressing on my dick and balls like it was a gas pedal and she was late for work. Actually her digging foot hurt my balls a little, sometimes a lot as the pressure she applied varied, with the intensity of Kevin's assault on her sensitive nipples. Then the lights came on. It was time to go.
Samina let him suck on her tits a few moments longer before sitting up. She didn't get her shirt pulled down on time and gave the few remaining drunks a free show. Kevin was still using the hand that wasn't choking down the last of his beer to make Samina moan. She was shaking a bit as she drank some of her beer. I reached down to adjust my own uncomfortable balls, which by then had actually developed a dull ache from all the pounding they had received from Samina's loving, yet punishing foot. I wondered if Samina did that deliberately, or was it just accidental? Something done in the heat of the moment.
"It's time to go, guys," the waitress said as she collected our empties. Then her eyes widened a bit as she figured out why my wife was squirming.
"Sure thing, hottie," Kevin said. "Just give me a few moments so I can stand up, sweet thing." He pointed down at his crotch and the waitresses eyes opened even wider. She nodded and hurriedly finished cleaning up before scurrying away.
"I suppose we should tip her well," he suggested. He pulled out his wallet and stopped rubbing, I suspected, my wife's pussy. He fished some bills from his wallet and I did the same.
"Ready to go?" Samina asked impatiently, gathering up her purse and sweater. It looked like she was snapping her jeans back up.
"Not just yet, Samina," Kevin said. Then he grabbed her arm and placed it in his lap. "See, it isn't much different than touching an arm." She kept her hand beneath the table a while, I knew she was rubbing his massive erection.
"No kidding," she said. "It almost feels like an arm."
Kevin slapped at her hand. "That's enough, bitch," he snapped. "We'll never get out of here if you keep rubbing my cock."
This was the first time he had described the events below the table top. Given the soft state of my dick I would have no trouble walking, were it not for the fact that my balls wer e throbbing a little and walking only made that worse. We took a while to collect ourselves, and after a few more minutes we left.
We debated in the parking lot for a while about who was sober enough to drive. None of us were. I suggested that we walk home our home was only a few blocks from the bar.
When we turned off the main street into the neighborhood, Kevin wasted no time coming up behind Samina and reaching up her shirt. She leaned back into him and started rubbing his cock which had grown stiff down his pant leg. She fumbled clumsily with his belt and zipper. He unsnapped her jeans with one hand and worked the zipper down. He slipped his long fingers into the front of her panties. She had her hand in his pants and was stroking his pole. All I could do was watch and rub myself, masturbating myself the way I had been for a long time now. A soft cock can still feel sexual pleasure! Samina moaned.
That's when a dog barked and I realized, in my drunken state, that they were practically fucking right there on the street and a few houses still had lights on.
"Hey you two," I said. "You're going to get us arrested. Let's at least make it home or to the park at the end of the street." Kevin pulled away from my wife and took off his belt, he handed it to me. Samina misunderstood and removed her t-shirt. Her bared breasts were beautiful in the streetlights. Kevin's attention and the open air had made her nipples stand out crinkled and erect.
"Come on, baby," Kevin said. "Let's get to the park. I've got a ride for you." He reached into his undone pants, and struggled to stand his cock upright. When he finally managed to wrangle out his meat, it was massive and sticking out well above the waistband of his briefs. Samina's had a hungry look in her eyes, and she licked her lips in anticipation of having her weeks long hunger finally quenched. She was now a woman possessed, not to be denied. I doubt she would have stopped even if I had stepped in and tried to put an end to proceedings, which of course I had absolutely no intention of doing!
Samina kicked off her shoes and shimmied out of her pants while I whispered urgently that we couldn't do this there. I felt the danger of being so public, but was helpless to stop it.
Even in the dim light I could tell Samina's white panties were sopping. I bent and gathered her belongings and we started rushing toward the park. Samina looked like an unearthly fantasy as she streaked down the street. Her breasts were bouncing and her ass jiggled slightly. She had pulled well ahead of Kevin and me. Before she darted into the park, she stopped and stripped off her panties, wadding them up the way she had her bar napkin and throwing them over a fence into someone's backyard. Well, that would be a nice surprise for someone in the morning.
Kevin and I walked over a small tree-lined hill that led to the playground. When we reached the bottom, Samina was waiting there naked and kneeling. She looked sexy as hell in the dim light. Her tits were perfect hanging globes. My gaze shifted to her flat abs and down to where her fingers massaged her nicely shaved pussy. At times like this I really missed the slick, hot, velvety vagina of her's wrapped around my hard penis. I really missed it, and my jealously and envy of Kevin came alive. I wanted to be him. I felt it so unfair that other men could enjoy my wife in ways that was now clearly forbidden to me. Yet I felt it was the right order of things. My brain was torn between that dichotomy of thoughts, knowing something to be right, yet wishing it was not!
"Someone is already there," she whined. Sure enough, I could just make out three shapes at a small pavilion on the other side of the park. I guessed that they were teenagers out past curfew.
"That's all right," Kevin said. He took off his shoes and pants and stood in front of Samina, so his cock was right in front of her face. The light from the street barely illuminated them, but I could see her clearly as she pulled down his briefs. With his underwear out of the way his cock fell forward. It landed directly on her face with the head resting on her forehead. It was nearly obscured her face and Samina grabbed it with both hands and greedily licked the length of his shaft before rubbing its head all over her face and tits.
"The size of a child's arm," she gasped.
I decided to maintain some semblance of modesty and kept my own clothes on. I did not need a visual reminder that not only was I much smaller than Kevin, I was also as limp as wet noodle, compared to his rock hard boner. Occasionally I would reach over my pants and rub my crotch for pleasure, as I saw Samina worship Kevin's tool of pleasure.
It started sprinkling. The cool drops felt good on my sweating skin. Samina flicked her tongue around the head of Kevin's cock. She slobbered on it hungrily. She worked it in and out of her mouth furiously, gagging occasionally and wiping the streaming saliva and pre-cum from her chin. After choking, she'd give herself a breather and suck on my dick a bit before returning to his monster cock. Eventually she learned to relax or had found the right angle because she was working a good length of it down her throat without gagging. I just enjoyed the show.
There was a long low rumble of thunder in the distance and the rain started falling harder, we all ignored it. I got behind Samina and kneaded her tits while she blew Kevin. Kevin had a handful of her hair and was face fucking her savagely, letting her up for air occasionally. I reached down and started rubbing her wet pussy. I fingered her, and played with her clitoris.
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