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By Bacchus (el_cid_2001@yahoo.com)

The night had started out pretty good. A friend with the local Medical Examiner's office was celebrating his birthday and the drinks were flowing.
Before going to the party we stopped by a convenience store to hit the money machine. As I walked back to my car I saw a Jag parked next to me. When I get to my car, the passenger side window on the Jag slowly rolled down. I found myself looking into these brown eyes that could see right through you. They were intoxicating and enveloped me all at once. Before I can utter a word the woman says, "You're that guy on the local news, aren't you?"
I tell her I am, and proceed to get into my car and ask her to keep watching the show. She assures me she will.
As the beer ran out at my friend's party we decide to head over to a well-known watering hole where most of the media-types hang out. And whom should I run into but the woman with the almond-shaped eyes.
She walks up to me and asks if I remember her. I couldn't even fake it and told yes I did. We talked and a few minutes later she asked if I'm married. I told her that I am and noticed the rock she was wearing too. Next thing you know she remembers that her husband is at the bar and leaves.
A short time later I'm at the bar and she comes out of the women's restroom and comes over to me. It's then that I notice she's about five-eight, lean looking and wearing black hose, a short skirt and blouse with a vest.
Her legs look nice, but like I said, she's wearing black hose and I can't really tell if they're the same mocha color as her face, a face that's framed by jetblack hair and ruby-red lips.
She stands next to me and we start talking. She's forty-one, three girls and working on her Masters, and apparently very bored. I can sense her heat, and see her nostrils flaring. I reach behind her and grabbed her bottom.
"They're hard, aren't they?" she says. Hard they are, almost like a young girl who rides her bicycle everywhere. She says they're that way because she spends an hour a day on the Stair-Master at her gym.
"My thighs are also hard," she says, "You should check them out."
I couldn't resist. My left hand continued massaging her bottom and my right hand made its way up her right thigh. She was a hard-body, or al least what I had touched and felt was hard.
As I moved my hand to her left thigh I lightly caressed her mound and felt the heat between her legs.She pushed her hips forward and the light caress became a solid touch.
Needless to say, my hand never got to her left thigh. It became buried in her crotch and she worked it up and down and sideways. I could make out a small thatch of hair, even though it was beneath her panties and panty hose, the hair felt soft. She began adjusting her stance to allow me more access. I began looking for the little button. I found it and she jumped! Her breathing was getting heavy and her hip movements more obvious. I couldn't stop and she wouldn't let me. All this was going on as people were standing around us.
She was wet. I didn't know if it was because of her earlier trip to the restroom or because I was fingering her. I had to see if she smelled as good as she felt.
I pulled my hand out and became intoxicated with the aroma of her juices. Clean! Pungent! Sweet!Inviting!
She asked me to keep doing what I was doing. I couldn't say no! Hell! I didn't want to say no.
Next thing I know, she shivers, sighs and regains her composure. She gives me her cell phone number and home number and tells me if call her at home to be careful, "Porque me cuida mucho." Translation, he's very protective of me.
I'm thinking to myself, "Obviously not enough." I mean she's been away from him for almost 15-minutes and he's nowhere in sight.
She leaves and I manage to make my way upstairs to the outside balcony. About ten-minutes into a conversation the guy sitting across from me and he's motioning with his eyes to look behind me. I turn, and there she is with her husband in tow.
He's wimpy looking with a receding hairline, glasses and a push broom mustache. Somehow the pair didn't fit. I later learned he's a physician and pulls in a cool quarter-million a year. With those kinds of bucks, Howdy Dowdy could fit the picture.
She introduces us and makes sure he talks to other media-types because, I later found out, he's a groupie.
His being occupied allowed her to begin massaging her calf on my leg and she put on quite a show for those around us. Rubbing her pussy on my shoulder and riding it pretty much like Debra Winger raised the mechanical bull in "Urban Cowboy." Everybody was aware of her movements... expect her husband.
One thing led to another and I told her she needed to find a way to get out there and meet me outside. I left and a short while later she's there. We began kissing and rubbing each other's bodies and made our way to her Dodge Caravan.
She slid the door open and we jumped in the middle seat. I picked up where we'd left off at the bar and rubbed her pussy. In the quickest movement I ever saw, panties and hose are off and she's making a vee with her legs.
Her aroma was even stronger now that it wasn't confined by her panty hose.
She wants me to go down on her because she says he won't. I love going downtown and soon I'm savoring the sweetest pussy I'd tasted in a long time.
She's looking for my dick and begins groping and when she finds it says she wants to go down on me because her husband won't let her do it to him. Who am I to say no. I'm eating her like a man who hasn't eaten in weeks and she's doing the Debbie Does Dallas routine on me.
This goes on for a while and then she says she wants 'it' and lifts hers legs and makes that wonderful vee with them. I put the head near the lips and it's like they reach out and suck me in.
God! She was warm and tight!
I'm not one of these studs whose dick hangs down to his knees, but I've always been able to do the job. As I'm banging her cunt, the head of my dick keeps touching something inside of her and every time it does she screams out, "Dead end, dead end!"
We move like two teenagers in the back seat of the car and we literally ourselves out. She comes at least two times that I can feel. There's a look of little girl delight on her face and she claims to see stars on the ceiling of her Caravan.
She looks at me and says the thickness of my dick push at the walls of her pussy, something her husband has never been able to do. She wants a second helping and I ask her about her husband, she says he's more concerned with the names around him and not to worry because he knows how she is about his being a climber.This I later learn gives her the time to sample other dicks.
She begins sucking me again and when I'm hard we start all over. Only this time she's soaking wet and the moisture is coming down her thighs and the next thing I know we're doing it doggie style and I'm slamming her from behind and my balls are banging against clit. Once again I hear, "Dead end, dead end!"
She's going crazy and so am I.
Suddenly she moves and falls onto her back with the all too familiar vee of her legs and puts the head of my dick on her asshole and says to push it inside. I hesitate and she pushes up and the head of my dick goes in. Those aerobic classes are paying off for her.
This was tight! She relaxes and I go in more until my balls are slapping her ass, she's making sounds that would have had the dogs howling if the windows were down and I'm doing the American werewolf in London routine. I shot my wad and hoped she didn't want another round.
Apparently she too was spent and began dressing but left me her panties and said, "Give them to me next time I see you, we need to do this again."
That's another story.