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By Zoo Dough Gymn (zdogynm@aol.com)

I want to tell you about what my husband and I did a week ago.
After discussing it for months (and incidentally get- ting a lot of really hot sex from just talking about it) I finally agreed to go to this notorious pickup joint about 50 miles away. I dressed in a thigh high red miniskirt that I had never had the nerve to wear, and no underwear. The top wasn't see-through, but so thin that goose bumps showed. The final touch was a pair of 5 inch red heels. Just putting it on knowing I was going to wear it in front of dozens of horny guys got both my husband and me so excited that we barely got out the door.
I parked my van at the edge of the parking lot, with woods beyond. John went in early, to scout the place. A few minutes later he came out and said, "third table from the corner, facing the bar, if you can get it." The music was loud, with a beat, but because this was a pick up place they were mostly slow numbers. I was so nervous when I walked in, but really excited too.
I saw John at the bar, but pretended not to notice him.
The table he'd mentioned was empty so I sat at it. The waitress had just taken my order for a drink when the music started.
It was a slow number, and an attractive man asked me to dance. We pressed against each other, and I felt his cock rising. It gave me a sexy wanton feeling to rub against his erection while my husband watched.
The next dance I had with John. I asked him, "why that particular table?" He answered, "At that table I can see what's going on below the table, but no one else in the bar can. You can get as nasty as you want, and your pick-up and I are the only ones who'll know."
The next dance, was with a stranger. I got bolder. I asked him to put his hands on my butt and pull me tight to him. I pressed my breasts to his chest, and rubbed against him. In another place that would have been tacky, but here it was just a little wilder than the action around us. By the time the dance was finished my pussy was wet and sticky and my nipples were hard little mountains. It was a cinch to get him back to my table.
Back at the table, he started to introduce himself. I stopped him.
"We're two people who just met and are enjoying each other's company" I said. "Let's leave it at that."
I picked up my drink and took a long pull at it. Then I turned toward my 'Date', and brushed my chest against his bare arm. With the top I was wearing, it was as if I had brushed my bare nipple against him.
He recognized this as a go ahead, and dropped his hand to caress my thigh. I let his hand stay a moment before I put my hand on his. His look at that moment was priceless, wondering how he had blown it. I held his hand there a moment, enjoying tormenting him, before I moved his hand up my thigh to my pussy.
When he felt pubic hair instead of panties he figured he had a sure thing. I spread my thighs and his hand moved to my slit. When he felt how wet I was, he knew. I glanced over at my husband to see how he was taking the action. He was acting like he didn't see, but I could tell his eyes were bulging out. From his look, that wasn't his only bulge. And thinking of bulges, I moved my hand to my date's pants, caressing his erection gently before unzipping him and moving my hand inside pants and underpants to clasp his hot prick. In the meantime his fingers worked up and down my slit, sending surges of pleasure through me.
My fingers moved to his cockhead, and felt the dribble of precum. His fingers were massaging my clit. A little more action like that and we'd both cum.
We had to leave. "Let's go somewhere more private" I croaked.
As we got up, I saw my husband leaving ahead of us.
As soon as we got to the side of the van away from the bar we kissed passionately. When the kiss ended, Joe pulled my top down, freeing my breasts. His hand moved to the hard hills of my nipples. He squeezed them, sending shocks of pleasure down to my pussy. Then his lips covered one nipple and his tongue flicked the tip. His free hand went down to my hem, and lifted it up past my hips. The hand moved down again, to the sopping flesh between my pussy lips. I moved my legs wider, giving him easier access to my sex.
I was intensely aware of the lewd scene I made. In a place where anyone could be watching, my breasts were exposed, my dress lifted up, and a stranger's fingers pleasuring my private parts. In fact, I knew that my husband was watching. But, the very wantonness of my actions only excited me more. My hand went to his waist, and first his pants, then his underpants fell to his ankles. His stiff cock sprang free, and my fingers wrapped around it. At the same time, his fingers moved lower, and pushed into my tunnel until finally he had three fingers inside me and his thumb rubbing my clit. As my fingers moved from base to tip of his cock, I looked down startled. It was a monster. Two and a half inches wide, fully 10 inches long. My pussy squeezed as I thought of taking it all inside me.
Then he moved closer. Even though I was wearing my 5" heels, his cock still reached to my belly button. He moved down, crouching until his cock-head nudged my hole.
Slowly he straightened. His thick sausage stretched my cunt as he moved deeper and deeper into me. At last his pubic bone mashed against my clit.
"Oh god, I'm stuffed, and feels sooo good!" I gasped.
Slowly he withdrew until only the head was in me. Then he slammed his cock in me.
"Yessss!" I hissed. "That's how I like it. Give it to me hard!"
A few savage strokes later, I stiffened. "Jesus, I'm cumming." I moaned. OH YES!, YES."
Even after I exploded in orgasm he continued. My orgasm was ebbing when he rammed his cock into me a final time and stiffened. New waves of pleasure broke over me as he blasted load after load of cream deep into my belly.Finally, his cock slipped out of me. He pulled on his pants, then tried to get me to take him home, go to his place, go with him to a motel. Finally I convinced him that what had just happened was the peak experience and that we should part with that memory.
As he headed back to the bar, I remained leaning against the van, his jism drooling from my cunt. I watched my husband step from the shadows. Even though it was his idea, I was nervous. How would he take it?
He opened the side door of the van and abruptly told me to get in.
He closed the van door and dropped pants and underpants to the floor. His cock jutted out stiffly. I wrapped my fingers around his iron stiff shaft, and watched the precum drool from the head.
"That was so slutty." he said. "Now, I want you to be just as slutty with me."
"Oh yes!" I said. "I want you to pound your rod into me until you shoot your sperm deep into my cunt." Incredibly I was horny again, even hornier than I had been when my cunt was full of a strangers cock.
Before I'd finished speaking, his cock was inside me. He pounded savagely into me, just what I needed. In a bit, I was moaning and squirming against him. He kept pounding me, and reached down to tug my clit. That did it! My cunt spasmed around his cock. I gasped, "I'm cummming! Spray me with your hot cream! I want your cum in with my lover's."
That set him off! His hot juice filled my already sloppy tunnel. His fingers pinched my clit again. Together, the sensations intensified my climax. For a bit, the pleasure was so overwhelming it was almost painful.
Well, that's how our first experience in sharing worked out. The way we both feel, it won't be our last!