Making A Cheating Wife Squirt

Making A Cheating Wife SquirtA couple of years ago I was out with a few friends at a local bar. It was a very upscale establishment located in an area of town filled with private golf courses and large homes. This of course brought in a cliental that offered very good scenery while enjoying a couple beers. On this saturday night it seemed like every booth was packed full of gorgeous housewives out with their friends and beautiful couples out for the night without their k**s. Me and my two friends that joined me that night looked very out of place in this bar. This was not your typical college bar atmosphere and the place was rarely frequented by people in their 20’s. That, however, is what brought us to this particular bar. We where bored of seeing the same downtown bar sluts week after week and wanted to check out something a little more mature, a little more unobtainable.”The MILFs are out tonight eh boys?” My friend stated as we scanned the roomMy eyes surveyed the stunning women that filled the bar. I looked down at their hands looking for wedding rings and found that nearly all the women there where married. I don’t look for this for the reason most men might, to see which women are available. Instead I am attracted to the sight of a wedding ring on a woman’s hand. I had always imagined most married women as bored with their sex lives, looking for something new and different. The thought of making a married woman scream in pleasure like her husband never could was one of my deepest fantasies. At that time I had never had the opportunity to live out that fantasy but as I looked across the room all I saw was opportunity. My eyes landed on a large corner booth filled with women in their mid 30’s looking like they where having a typical girls night out. They leaned in on the table so they could hear each other over the loud music, talking with animated hand gestures, and laughing like they hadn’t had a night like this in a long time. I examined each woman, stripping them with my eyes, and picturing how I would fuck them. Then my eyes where met with that of one of the women in the large circular booth. She was directly in the center, leaned back in her seat sipping through the straw in her drink. Embarrassed that I was two obvious in my shameless eye fucking of her and her friends I quickly turned my head. “You got that right!” I responded with almost enough delay to be irrelevant to the previous statement. I turned back to look towards the large corner booth with hesitation. She was still looking directly at me. I quickly glanced away again trying to play it as my eyes just glancing by their table and I was really just turning my head towards the TV just over my shoulder. I turned my head back around after a brief couple of seconds to see her still staring in my direction. The bar tender was walking by so I grabbed her attention. “Can I get a Hendrix and tonic?” I called out holding up one finger I stood up out of my bar stool to pull out my wallet out of my back pocket. Leaning up against on my elbows I waited for my drink. I began to wonder if that woman was still looking at me. I turned my head slightly in her direction to find her eyes still on me. She was absent from the conversation going on around her. You could tell her mind was in a completely different place then the group she was there with. I kept my eyes on her no longer turning my head away with the feeling of getting caught. I looked her up and down, taking her in, all her beauty. She had long wavy dark hair that fell gorgeously on her shoulders. Even though she was sitting down I could tell that she was rather short, come to out she was only about 5’3” and very petite. Her arms where thin and very toned, something I’m sure many of her friends where jealous of. Her skin was flawless and fair, it didn’t look like she had on much makeup at all, nor did she need it. She held her drink up to her mouth and took a sip. Her lips sensually taking the straw into her mouth. I noticed the wedding ring wrapped around the glass she was holding in her left hand as she was playfully stirring it with the straw. She then gave me a little seductive grin which i returned. bursa escort This made her break out into a full on bashful smile that was so beautiful it had me mesmerized. “That will be six fifty.” The bar tender exclaimed breaking me out of my trance I was slightly startled and may have even jumped a bit as the bartender brought me my drink. I turned to look at the woman in the booth to she that she was giggling to herself. “Hey man! you didn’t hear us say we where about to head out? My friend said to me. Giving me a look as to say, where have you been? “Melanie just texted me and wants to meet up downtown. you better chug that!” I quickly smashed my lime into my drink and knocked it back.”I gotta hit the john.” I said walking away from the bar As I stood in the mens room washing my hands after relieving myself I couldn’t stop thinking about the woman in the corner booth. It was not every night that a woman makes it so obvious that she wants you. I thought about how I would even go about talking to a woman like that. I surely couldn’t hit on a married woman while she was with all her friends. I dried my hands still thinking about how another chance to live out my fantasy might have just passed me up. I stepped out of the restroom and began to try and squeeze by the long line of women waiting on the ladies room when I saw her standing there smiling at me.”How you doin.” Is all I could bring myself to mutter as I passed her by. Although I felt excited with the proposition of what could have happened, yet again another missed opportunity to live my fantasy, the frustration I felt at this time was strong. A few days had gone by and it was Wednesday after work. I was feeling particularly horny and decided to go back to that bar on my own. My intent was not to see if the same woman would be there again. I simply now knew that this bar held my best chance of meeting a housewife looking to cheat. I put on some nice cloths and made sure I looked my best before heading down there. As I approached the bar I noticed that the place looked almost empty. I felt that yet again tonight may be another failure. I opened the door and immediately noticed a gorgeous woman with long wavy dark hair sitting at the bar by herself. “this couldn’t possibly be the same woman could it?” I thought to myself I walked up to the bar and took a seat about three away from her and took a better glance. It was indeed the same woman and my heart began to race. “No time for your nerves to get the best of you now.” I said to myself feeling bold She was on her phone looking like she was trying to not feel awkwardly alone at this bar. In front of her sat an empty “Ill take a Hendrix and tonic, and what will you be having?’ I asked as I turned and looked at her She picked her head up from her phone and a look of astonishment came over her face. “Ill have the same.” She responded. She placed her phone into her purse and picked it up off the bar and began to move down to a seat next to me.”You where here just the other night, weren’t you? She asked while she pulled out the bar stool and took a seat. “I certainly was.” I replied with a smile ” I remember seeing you here as well.” We sat and talked about mundane topics, casually flirted back and fourth, as I bought her a couple rounds. The questions that still urned inside had not yet come out. I knew I had to play it cool, play it slow, and soon I would finally be living out my fantasy. “Do you smoke?” I asked her pulling my pack of cigarets out of my coat pocket. “I do from time to time… Usually when I drink” She replied with a slight laugh. The two of us walked outside and I handed her a cigaret lighting it for her. We both stood there for a while looking towards the street in awkward silence. Neither of us could seem to think of a good way to bring up what we where both thinking. “I just had to get out of the house tonight.” She said breaking the silence “My Husband has been out of town since Monday so I brought the little ones over to my sisters house for the night so I could get out.” “Well that was nice of her.” I responded not knowing what to say. Thankfully she jumped bursa escort bayan strait to the point.”If you want to get out of here I have some beer at the fridge at home.” “That sounds great.” I said with a slight smirk not trying to seem to eager. We both walked out into the parking lot and got into our cars. I followed her to her house that was nearby in a country club community. Her house was enormous and sat on about an acre of land. I pulled up in the driveway and she opened up the garage door so I could park inside and the neighbors wouldn’t see my car as she requested. Inside I noticed a wedding photo on the wall of her and her husband. he looked not much taller then her and was probably about 5’5”. The only thought that went trough my head is that I must have a bigger cock then him. we stepped into the kitchen and she grabbed two beers from the fridge. We opened them and each took a drink before I couldn’t stand just looking at her any longer. I sat my beer on the counter and stepped closer to her. I could tell she was nervous but i proceeded to lift her head up by the chin and give her a kiss. “Have you ever done this before?” I asked her She just shook her head no. we began to kiss passionately. Our hands where all over each others bodies. I picked her up and sat her on top the kitchen counter. I reached up the black dress she was wearing and pulled her panties down off her legs. With my left hand behind her head grasping her hair I placed my right hand on her pussy to find it was dripping wet. Our eyes where locked as I touched her and she let out a soft little moan. We flicked our tongues together as I felt her wetness and she began to squirm. I started to kiss you down her neck as I pulled the straps of her dress down her shoulders exposing her tinny little breasts with beautiful pink nipples. I moved down sucking and licking on them as I slid my fingers inside of her. Her moans began to quicken and grow stronger. She then pushed me away and began to slide off the kitchen counter. She backed me up a ways kissing me and undoing my pants. Then she reached inside my boxers and pulled out my rock hard cock. She smiled at me then went down on her knees on the kitchen floor. “Oh thank you Jesus.” She said with her hands folded and looking at the celling like she was praying I laughed before she grabbed my cock and began to lick up and down the shaft. The sight of her down on her knees was incredible. She now had her left hand wrapped around my cock while her right was grabbing my ass and pulling me into her mouth. The sight of her wedding ring on my cock with her down there tits hanging out of her dress made me throb with excitement. I now knew I was finally living out my fantasy. Her little mouth could barely take my cock in it but it still felt amazing. I couldn’t take not feeling her pussy any longer so i leaned down and gently put her down on the floor. I climbed on top of her and began to slowly guide my cock up the bottom of her dress to her wet pussy. I pushed it in deep inside her and she let out a large gasp as I bottomed out. I held it in deep and kissed her as she began to loose her mind. I could tell this was exactly what she needed. I began to slowly pull all the way out and softly thrusting back deep inside her every time she let out a loud gasp that slowly began to turn into moaning. I could tell that deep is where she wanted it, where she needed my cock. So I held it back in again giving her little shallow twists and trusts while I was buried inside of her. Now she was really loosing all control. Her moans began to quicken and her hips began to trust agains mine as I could tell she was building up to an orgasm. “OH FUCK!” She suddenly cried out “Thats fucking deep. Thats so fucking deep. My pussy feels so fucking full right now.” I wanted to loose all control and just fuck her brains out but but I could see it in her face that she could cum just from having my cock deep inside. I laid flat on top of her and just held it in as deep as I could while she rocked her hips. “Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!” she repeated as she she girded on my cock “Im going escort bursa to cum! Im going to fucking cum.” Her moans suddenly went silent. Her eyes got big and jaw dropped wide open. “Oh fuck i’m cuming. i’m cuming! im cuming! i’m coming” She screamed breaking the silence I felt her pussy contract on my cock and try to push me out but I just drove it in even deeper. She let out a loud hight pitch scream before I felt her entire body relax beneath me. She breathing deeply with her arms wrapped around me and I held her as her legs twitched. I pulled out of her and stood up, then extended my arm down to her to help her off the kitchen floor. “Just give me a second.” She said still breathing heavily I reached over to the kitchen counter and grabbed my beer and took a giant drink. “Come on. I’m not done with you yet.” I said as I bent down and picked her tiny body off the floor. I carried her over to the island in the middle of her kitchen and sat her on top of it. I leaned over and started to kiss her as I slipped my hand back between her legs. I wondered to myself if she had ever squirted before as I pushed two of my fingers inside her stroking her G spot. Her moans grew louder and I could hear her start to slosh. Not yet, I thought to myself, I want to slowly bring her up to orgasm and then make her explode. I stepped around to the front of the island and slid her towards me. I started to lick her pussy and it didn’t take long before she was arching her back and moaning loudly again. “Oh My God! You’re going to make me cum again!” She exclaimed loudly. I quickly stepped to the side of her and inserted my middle and ring finger inside. Hooking my fingers up, I began to move my hand rapidly in an up and down fashion. At this point she was screaming out loudly. ” Cum for me baby. let it all out. Push Push! PUSH! I ordered at her. I saw a little splash of squirt spring out between my hand and her pussy. I went even harder letting her screams of pleasure egg me on. Her entire body was now getting splashed by her squirt. My are was feeling the fatigue so I pulled out my fingers and rubber her clit rapidly with my open palm. Now her squirt was flying in every which direction all over her kitchen floor and the two of us. She was now sitting up looking down at her squirting pussy in amazement. She grabbed for my hand like it was getting to be too much so I pushed her back down and slid her around so she was facing me. I took my rock hard cock and drove it into her pussy with one hard thrust. I grabbed her one leg and put in on my shoulder as I fucked her as hard as I could. She was in a state of sexual bliss at this point. I had now taken her over that orgasmic edge most women are afraid to go over and where she tried to push me away from. She was now speaking in slurs, her face beat red, and her body rigid. She started to roll and try to squirm away but I kept pounding. Then finally I felt my cock get pushed out of her with a great force and a stream of her squirt came out and soaked me. She laid there twitting and rolling around letting out grunts and heavy gasps as her orgasm persisted. I picked her up off the counter and carried her squirt soaked body to the bedroom. The entire time she twitched and convulsed in my arms. I laid her down on the bed and held her as she came down from the intense orgasm. Finally after a few minutes and once she caught her breath she spoke. “what the fuck was that?” “Good or bad?” I questioned back “Amazing you idiot. Iv never came that hard before in my life! that was exactly what I needed.” She further explained to me that she had squirted before but only when she was younger and was masturbating with her hairbrush. Never had a man made her squirt before. She told me that her and her husband rarely have sex and when they do she hardly cums at all. I also learned that she was 35, I was 25 at the time. She said that she had a sexual desire that wasn’t being fulfilled by her husband and that I gave her what I needed. She explained that I was hitting spots that she didn’t know she had. After talking on the bed for a while we went back at it till the early hours in the morning. I made her cum several more times but nothing as intense as the squirting orgasm in the kitchen. Me and her never exchanged phone numbers and have never met up again. I could not imagine a more perfect experience living out my fantasy of fucking a married woman and making her squirt signed, Doctor Squirt