"To us..." I picked up my glass and tapped his with it.
"And to our time together." Max smiled and then winked at me. We were at our usual table at the back of the bar, early enough in the evening that the restaurant was still fairly empty, just like every other week.
I couldn't wait for these afternoons. They were always special, our afternoons, our time together. I looked forward to it all week, from the very moment he kissed me goodbye the previous week.
Every week was the same: I would get there early and get our table. I'd order the bottle of wine and sometimes an appetizer. He would get there just about the time the wine arrived. And every week, I was always ready to take him right out to his car to kiss him the very moment I saw him.
But I never did. We'd sit and enjoy the wine. We'd share the appetizer. We'd talk about our week and our day and our plans for the weekend. We'd talk about sports and business. We'd talk about plans for us to meet up. And we'd flirt heavily.
Sometimes, I'd take my shoe off and slowly run my foot up his leg, my toes rubbing his cock. Other times, I would just rest my foot beside his leg. He'd rub my leg, his fingers on my bare flesh.
We'd sip our wine and try our best to make it seem like a business meeting or two friends enjoying a drink or two. But honestly, it was tough. He always looks so sexy, and so it's hard to not look at him longingly. We stretch our time together as long as possible, but eventually we have to part ways. We always make sure there is time for kisses, lots of kisses. And maybe some groping. Always some groping.
Like I said, I love sharing drinks with him on those afternoons, but he always has to get back home, back to his wife. I just wish that he and I could go from drinks right to bed. We were definitely both charged up at the end of our hour that we were ready for action. But we both understand that we couldn't, but it gets rough sometimes.
This week things were different...things were perfect.
His wife went out of town for a week with her sisters and best friend. Without being in a rush to get home, Max and I could leisurely enjoy our time in public, and then enjoy more than just some kisses and groping in his car. I was going home with him for the duration of her trip. So his toast to our time together had great meaning to us. We knew that the week held great things for us.
We still followed our routine with the bottle of wine, but as we sat there drinking and flirting with each other, we decided to order a light dinner. (We were going to need some energy for our night ahead.) Most nights we were both in a rush to head to the car, but this night we sat and enjoyed the company. We sat there so long that we had to order a second bottle of wine. And with more wine in us, we flirted more heavily, being daring enough to hold hands across the table without worries of who saw us.
I kept looking at someone over Max's shoulder, and he caught me looking and smiling. He turned around and saw the man I was flirting with: our usual waiter putting an order in at the computer behind Max. Max told me again how sexy I am. I smiled at him, rubbing my foot along his cock. "See, even he thinks you're sexy."
I was somewhat shocked that he noticed, but I smiled. "Think so?"
"Yeah. He's staring awfully hard. If you want, why don't you go on over and say hello?"
I'm not sure if I was hurt or excited that he was offering, but I asked for assurance that he was serious.
"If you think he's hot, if you want to fuck him, go over there and start chatting. Just let him know what you want."
I grabbed my purse and slid out of the booth. I kissed him (and I caught him looking down my top!) and then headed to the bar to chat with the waiter. Max finished his wine as he waited for my return. He moved to my original side of the table so that he could watch us better. I was leaning over the bar, and Steve couldn't take his eyes off my full breasts. We talked and flirted heavily. I looked over at Max and smiled. He smiled back and nodded, holding up his glass of wine to me in a distant, silent toast. I leaned completely over the bar and kissed Steve's cheek and then whispered something in his ear.
I stood up and headed back to our table, purse in hand. "Max, are you sure about this? He's game if you say it's okay."
He stood and kissed me, not caring who saw us. "It's perfectly fine. But I want to watch."
"PERFECT!" I kissed him and said, "He's clocking out now. I'll ride with him and show him the way. Follow us?"
We all headed out to our cars, and, even though he's served us for months, introduced Max to Steve. They shook hands a bit awkwardly and we were on our way.
Stopped at a light, Max sent me a text: "You are so amazing, Paige." I replied with, "And you are incredible. Thank you, Max."
The drive to Max's house has never seemed so long. I was so anxious to get there, to see what would happen. I directed Steve to park out front and waited for Max to get inside the house and open the front door for us. We walked up holding hands. I felt awkward, but I was so excited. This was the first time that I had been able to walk into Max's house without worry of what the neighbors thought; I was with another man, clearly not there for Max. Or so they thought....
After Max shut the door, he took me in his arms, kissing me passionately. I reached down and rubbed his already hard cock. "Max, are you sure?"
"As long as I can watch. And as long as I can have you after he leaves." We both smiled, and then I took Steve's hand and led him to Max's bedroom. While we were undressing and starting the preliminary action, Max went downstairs to the basement bar and selected bottle of champagne for us to all share, grabbing three glasses on his way back upstairs.
Once upstairs, Max poured three glasses and walked into the master bedroom. I was in my pink bra and panties and Steve (down to just his underwear, too) was just positioning himself over me. Steve's hard cock was headed toward my pussy. Mmmm. I liked having Max watching me with Steve. It was nice being with Steve after all those months, but it made me even happier to know that Max was in the room watching.
Max silently undressed and sat back to watch the show, stroking his cock slowly.
Steve was kissing me deeply, and I moaned. My hips were raising up against him as I grinded my pussy against him. He moved his right hand to my left tit. He was about to find out just how sensitive that nipple was. As he rubbed it and pinched it, removing it from my silky bra, my moans became louder. And when he sucked on my nipple, I slipped my hand between our bodies and rubbed my clit. My soft panties were so wet. Mmmm, I was cumming, moaning those moans that Max knew so well. Those moans that meant my clitoral orgasms were starting, and once those orgasms started, they were just going to keep on cumming!
"Taste me...bury your face in my cunt and taste me." Once I got those orgasms started from rubbing, I always wanted someone to help bring on the rest. Steve moved down and started to remove my panties. "No, leave them on. Work around them, work over them. Just leave them on me."
Damn. What must Max be thinking? I was teaching another man how to please me. And everything that pleased me I knew was everything that pleased Max, too. He watched as this relative stranger moved between my legs, wrapped his arms around my thighs and pulled my hot pussy down to his mouth. Max watched as Steve's tongue licked the length of my pussy, pushing my panties inside of me.
He started stroking faster. I reached down and moved my panties to the side. "Lick, suck, taste, finger...make me cum."
This man took direction well. He sucked on my clit then slipped first one, then two fingers inside my smooth pussy. Fuck...he was tasting my pussy. I was grabbing my tits and looking at Max. I winked at him. "Thank you," I mouthed. He thanked me, too.
Max and I had talked about having another single woman in the bedroom with us, but neither of us had ever vocalized having another single man. It seemed spur of the moment at the bar, but here in Max's room, it seemed planned and exactly what we both needed and wanted.
I was cumming again. I gasped as Steve was licking furiously, trying to take in all my juices. Oh, how I wanted Max to be tasting me, too. I looked over and saw pre-cum on his cock. He swiped across his tip and sucked his finger, letting me watch him tasting his cum.
My orgasm subsided (for now at least), and Steve rolled onto his back. I straddled him and kissed him, my tits pressed against his chest. Max was moving so that he could look between my legs, see that wet spot on my panties. I know he wanted to touch it, to taste me, but he restrained himself. He'd have plenty of time this week. He had to know that I left my ass up in the air that way so he could look, but then I moved to press Steve's hard cock against my pussy.
I was grinding Steve, riding him, our underwear the only thing between us. The tip of Steve's cock was pushing inside of me, pushing that wet spot of my panties back into my pussy. I was grinding hard and twirling and kissing him passionately. I wondered briefly how long until Max would cum, but I was also focusing on my orgasms and on making Steve cum. Steve's cock was so hard and pressing deep inside me (as deep as my panties would allow). I moved down to remove Steve's underwear and wrapped my lips around his cock.
Max couldn't last anymore. He stroked hard and fast, exploding into his hand. Damn. His lover was sucking another man's cock in his bed as he watched. That had to be such a turn-on for him!
I moved beside Steve, leaning over to suck him; he reached out to rub my pussy. As my orgasms began again, I moved to push my pussy against his face. I was thrusting my wet pussy hard against his mouth, looking up at Max as I sucked Steve. I was moaning against Steve's cock, my orgasms causing my body to shake and quiver.
Before he had a chance to cum, I slipped a condom onto his cock. I straddled him again, guiding him slowly into me. We moved slowly, developing our own rhythm, savoring the feeling. I leaned down and kissed him, my ass sticking up for Max to enjoy. I wanted him to watch as my pussy swallowed Steve's cock, then released him. Devoured, then released. Steve was fucking me, fucking Max's mistress.
I turned around into the reverse cowgirl position. I watched Max stroking his hard cock as he watched me fucking Steve. Our eyes locked together, his stroking speed matching ours. When my moans started up again, he stroked so fast. I was cumming. Oh my god. Steve was making me cum, my moans making Max cum. Max came again, letting his cum shoot out of him, landing wherever. He didn't seem to care about any messes right then!
Steve grabbed me off him then and threw me on my back. I grabbed my legs and held them far apart as he thrust so deep inside my pussy. He was grunting like a caveman as he pounded me. He was fucking me so hard. I moved my right hand to my clit and rubbed to another orgasm, feeling his cock inside me.
He suddenly pulled out and ripped off the condom. He shot his cum on my stomach, and I rubbed it into my soft skin. He collapsed beside me, and after a few minutes I got up to get a warm cloth to clean us both, grabbing an extra cloth for Max.
Cleaned up, Steve got dressed and kissed me. He even went over and shook Max's hand. "Max, you have to be the coolest guy, letting me fuck your wife like that. You've always been a great tipper, but I never expected a tip like this!"
Max smiled. "She's not my wife, Steve. She's my mistress. But yeah, I am pretty cool."
Steve chuckled. "I'll let myself out. If you guys ever want a repeat, let me know. You know where to find me. Have a great time!"
He left then, and Max moved to the bed. He was going to lie beside me, but I had other plans.
"Honey, let's take a shower. That was fun, but I want to be fresh for you. Join me in there please?"
We showered together, more fucking then cleaning. We dried off and moved to the bed where we made slow, sensual love. He made love to me and made me scream. No condoms, no pulling out. He came inside my pussy, filled me with his cum. Steve may have fucked me, but Max got to make love to me.
We made love and fooled around numerous times that week. Numerous. It was amazing being in Max's bed, neither of us having to rush away. And it was incredible having had Max watch me with Steve.
Next week will be the same as all the previous afternoons we've shared at the bar: drinks and some kisses in Max's car. But now...now we have the memory of our week together. And, we'll have that shared knowledge with our waiter, Steve. Maybe Max's wife will go out of town again soon. And when she does, maybe Max and I can bring a waitress back to his place: Steve for me, a waitress for him.
Or maybe, just maybe, we'll leave it just the two of us for a while. That's always perfect. Of course, he could always invite me back to his place some night when his wife ISN'T out of town. Wow. One day...
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