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The adventures go on and no the wife is looking for some hot cock, can her husband stop her?

I was hot… I took a wrong place at the table, raised my eyes and … saw admiring and surprised looks of our friends. My husband looked at me from under the brows. He was really furious. In a few minutes Robert finished his drink and began collecting his things to leave for another place. I couldn’t object. Our friends were in a fuss. Robert stood up, came up to me, made me stand up gripping my shoulder…

- OK, we’re leaving… - I tried to defend myself.

- You!.. Why aren’t you wearing panties? – Robert was hissing into my ear.

- Why?.. I didn’t put them on…- That was a lie.

- They’re in your bag, bitch! I’ve found them! Here they are! – He opened my handbag and the panties were on the bottom of it.

- Go to the toilet and put them on! – His eyes were sparkling.

- Don’t shout at me!

- Go to the toilet and put the panties on, motherfucker! – My husband was infuriated.

He confirmed his demand squeezing my shoulder tightly, turned me round and pushed slightly towards the toilet.

- You will be sorry for it, - I whispered.

I finished the cocktail, put my glass on the table and set off for the loo. Painting my lips and putting on the panties I returned to the hall. Our table was already empty. The barman tried to wink at me when I was passing him hurriedly…

The taxi was waiting outside. Robert was sitting on the front seat fidgeting and trying to fasten the seatbelt. I took my place at the back. My husband was looking into the darkness keeping silence; I could see him though. As soon as closed the door someone started knocking at the window.

- Robert, where are we going? – I saw this man for the first time in my life.

- Oh, Brian, hi! – My husband’s voice was calm and steady. - We’re going home now to take some money, then to a club again, we agreed with some friends to meet there. Why?

- I’ve got the same problem… I spent all my money and don’t know how to get home… It’s late, you know… Will you pick me up, please?

- Sure, get in!

I had to give him room. He got in. A newspaper was on the left of the seat, so I occupied the place in between. I could feel Brian’s hard breathing. My husband looked forward and wasn’t going to speak to me. We started driving.

I readjusted my hair with the right hand and was going to put it down when my palm lay on Brian’s leg. I didn’t bring it back and began stroking his thigh moving to his groin. Brian was looking at me with astonishment. I put my palm on his penis and began pressing it a bit. It became very hard in a few seconds. I tried to undo the fly but couldn’t cope with it. Brian unzipped it and pulled his big erected phallus out. I realized we had little time that’s why I brought my palm to my mouth, wet it with saliva and made several round movements over the head of the cock… put some more spit and started working on it as a whole! My left hand went under the dress and was stroking the pussy through the panties. Sometimes I diverted my attention away from the twat to my breast. I hated that bra now!!! My right hand was caressing Brian’s prick. It should be said in all fairness that he tried to use his hand instead of mine; pulled my panties down, put his fingers under them and found my clit. However, I pushed his hand away and kept on caressing myself…

Here I noticed the driver was watching us in the mirror, especially me, sitting in the middle; he saw everything we were doing on the back seat of his car. It made me more aroused; I was looking into driver’s eyes impudently and rubbing my clitoris. I was near the climax when Brian came. I turned to him a bit, put my hand on the dick point preventing the jets of semen from splashing; the sperm was flowing back to his knob, my right hand and dress.

When it was over Brian blew me a kiss and thanked me, put his penis into the pants back and relaxed.

- OK, I’m getting off here… - He said suddenly. – Can you stop here, please?

Saying a few words to Robert Brian slammed the door and disappeared in the darkness of Tel-Aviv. We kept on driving…

It wasn’t very far. I tried to entertain myself by caressing my bosom and cunt, the driver was looking at that… I smelled my hand covered in Brian’s semen, licked some of the liquid from my fingers. However, I wasn’t aroused any more. What a pity!

I was sure we were going home and nothing more but a row expected me there…

When we approached out block of flats Robert asked driver to stop and wait for him.
- I’m coming soon,- he said in Hebrew.

Saying that he vanished in the house. I could see him running upstairs to the top floor.

The taxi driver broke the silence:

- How are you? – He asked me expecting no answer, though.

- I’m enjoying myself.

- Yeah, I see. You’re really enjoying yourself. Would you like to leave the car and have a cigarette?

- I don’t smoke.

- Let’s just get out and stand there.

- Ok, if you want…

He got out, opened my door and I left the car. It was so quiet outside. Without a word the driver came up close to me and began kissing me. My lips, cheeks… very hot, actively, with much saliva… I wasn’t turning on much and didn’t want return him kisses. I started caressing my tits through the dress and bra: my right hand was working on the left breast, the left one was rubbing the right breast. It worked. It was pleasant and I was out of my mind again. I guess I was really crazy - kissing a stranger near your apartment and expecting your husband to come back soon…

The driver’s hand went into my panties, I put them a bit down, not much, as he was pressing me with his body and I couldn’t bend a lot. He stroked my pubis, rode my dress up and looked at my pussy in surprise.

- Why don’t you shave it? – He asked as if he was disappointed.

- I don’t want to do that. – I answered briefly and went on caressing my bust.

His finger penetrated my moist vagina and began imitating fucking. I started moving my thighs towards him; my fingers were pinching the nipples… I was on the verge of coming.

- Have you got a condom? – The taxi driver asked me.

- No, have you?

- I haven’t… - He replied and continued fondling me with his hands.

My juices were flowing into his hand; I got real pleasure and moaned…
He took it as a signal for action. Turning me round with my back to him and face to the car, he undid the pants and got hid big prick out.

- Bend, please… - He whispered.

I made a step away from the car and bent leaning my arms against the car window.

I felt his digit stroking my anus. As soon as his hand left my pussy I put my fingers in and began rubbing the clit. He was trying to enter my butt with a finger which was completely dry. He was moving the folds near the hole apart swaying his tool from side to side, pressing it and pushing it very slowly inside. Finally he was able to do with my sphincter and I felt something firm and rough hunched an inch into my back-passage. No, no further he could move.

He took his digit out and squatted.

- Yeah, tongue it… I like that. – I was asking him.

However, he wasn’t going to lick me. He spit at the brown hole of my ass and spread it with his finger. I felt his dick touching my shithole. To make it easier for him I moved my butt-cheeks wider apart. He entered immediately but it hurt me. He stopped for a moment but feeling he was fully inside he began ramming me strongly. I was fondling my bosom and cunt, vulva lips and inner wall – all very, very fast and intense – I wanted to have an orgasm so much…

The man pulled his cock out, bent to my hole again, spit at it and began drilling me with a double energy. I was on the seventh heaven soon; my thighs were moving in rhythm, I was lowering myself on his phallus again and again. I was moaning out of euphoria.

Here I noticed my husband appeared on the stairs of our floor. The situation was critical; I tried to stop what was happening. But the driver was screwing me very hard. And suddenly I felt that orgasm erupted from my entire body, it was incredible!

My husband’s approach caused it. The orgasm was so bright that I was howling, twisting, shaking my head; my hand pressed the clit and I felt a convulsion coming through me. I was screaming and looking at my husband coming downstairs; I was coming and coming… I’d never had such a strong orgasm!

At this moment the taxi driver burst out, too. I realized I should get off his dick. Right now. Otherwise the result would be terrible. I did that. He shot part of his cum into my rectum; I had his semen on my hands and dress. When Robert turned up the driver had zipped his pants already and I’d pulled my dress into shape; my panties were below my knees and could expose the whole situation but fortunately my husband was coming from another side.

We got into the car again and Robert suspecting nothing told the address of the place we were going to. The cum was flowing off me, I was spreading it over the seat and wiping the semen I had on my body and dress. The night was a real fun!.. and we had a lot to enjoy more….

The events described really took place. The names are changed.

I’ve never seen the taxi driver again. Brian tried to ask me for a date a couple of times, but I wanted no dates with him. My husband and I made up that night.

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2 Responses to “Night adventure. Part 2”

1. rachy Says:
   July 23rd, 2008 at 3:59 pm

   all woman are cheaters and she likes to change the siz o icks and they like to have new things , so what can isay , man couldnt get honest woman , so he do so , he just look for wom justforsex! what life we are in !

2. rocco Says:
   September 18th, 2008 at 8:59 pm

   Man if I hear stories like this again and they are true then God help us. How can someone be so deceitful and disgraceful I just dont have the concept to understand it. How can people get married after these kind of stories. Someone has to really do something about it.

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