Subject: Reunited - Literally
Story Codes: MF oral adultery
Diary Date: February 28, 2017
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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John was one of my boyfriends back when I was fifteen. While we had lots
of fun together back then, I pretty much assumed that I'd never see him
again after we graduated and went our separate ways. For over fourteen
years my assumption was correct. I guess fate decided that was long
enough.
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 - Fond Memories
Chapter 2 - Surprising Call
Chapter 3 - The People of Walmart
Chapter 1 - Fond Memories
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When I look back at all the guys I've been with I have to admit that I
tend to classify them into certain categories. I'm not talking about the
party dudes where everything you do with them is impersonal and crazy.
Heck, usually I never even really talked to those guys, let alone knew
their names. We both wanted the same thing at the moment so why clutter
things up with unnecessary small-talk? What I'm referring to are the
guys I "dated" where I made some sort of time investment.
For better or worse, the vast majority of guys I dated fell into the
"been there, done that" bucket where he paid for the entertainment and as
such I reciprocated. More often than not that meant just giving him a
blowjob although if it wasn't much of an evening even that might be cut
back to a little flashing and just touching myself for him to watch. On
the other hand, if he made a good effort then my thoughts were usually
something along the lines of why not let him fuck me? Besides, if I
enjoyed it then it was a win-win for both of us. Any way you look at it,
it may sound a little narcissist but the end all I really cared about in
those days were my own needs and self-satisfaction.
At the other end of the dating spectrum were the guys I became somewhat
"serious" with. This would be someone I'd go out with multiple times and
considered things between us as more of a partnership than just only for
my own self-gratification. Between my high school and college years I
guess that would be maybe a couple dozen guys or so. That's really not a
lot at all when compared to how many guys I've had sex with but probably
more than average for most girls.
In the middle were the guys I wasn't too sure about - sort of like taking
them out on a test drive so to speak. Maybe I liked them on the first
date and saw some potential. Maybe they were just a little more
"talented" than usual and I looked forward to having sex with them again.
Although there were some who did make the transition to the "serious"
category, usually most of these guys dropped to the wayside as I got
bored and moved on to someone else. It's not like I ever lacked for
options. Not bragging... just how it was.
John was one of those boys that quickly elevated himself to becoming one
of my most "serious" boyfriends in high school. He was ultra-cute but
could still carry on an intelligent conversation - two qualities that you
rarely find in the same boy. I was fifteen when we dated for several
months which was a really long time in my book which just goes to show
how special he was. Now I don't mean to say we were ever "exclusive".
Like that ship sailed when my first boyfriend Steve moved away after I'd
given him my virginity and dreamed of someday marrying him. After being
crushed by his departure I vowed never to allow myself to be dominated by
just one boy again. Still, even though I was seeing other boys at the
time, John had "priority" status in that if he asked me out at the same
time someone else did then he got the nod - and my pussy as well.
Readers of my diary should be able to figure out who the guys were that
were special to me in high school. After all, they DID make it into my
diary! The fact that John qualified for three entries just goes to say
how special he was. Rather than rehashing those over again and boring
the folks who have already read them, these are the ones to read if
you're interested:
08/06/2000 Doing It as the Beach
08/12/2000 Sex in a Mall Restroom
11/24/2000 Truth or Dare
Chapter 2 - Surprising Call
===========================
After high school graduation I went on to a Christian college out of
state and lost contact with most of the people in my high school class
other than some close friends like my BFF Beth. In fact, almost all of
the people I stayed in touch with were girlfriends as I wasn't anxious to
get too involved with some guy just to have to leave him when I went back
to school. The LAST thing I wanted was to become "exclusive" with anyone
and then have to restrain myself more at school than what the insane
rules were already.
After college the years flew by... I had my degree, teaching credentials,
a husband, two kids... life went on and my high school years faded into a
distant memory. Oh sure those day will always remain as something to
look back with a bit of nostalgia but the memories were getting dimmer
with each passing year. I do have to say that at times when I'm at the
lake and see a couple hanging out by themselves that I can't help but
smile and remember the naughty fun I had being fuck by John at a crowded
beach. Oh well, we were young, horny and not as risk-adverse as I was
now that I'm in my thirties with husband, kids and a teaching position in
a public school.
Then one day I was sitting home having just put the girls down for a nap
when my phone rang. Although I didn't recognize the number it was from a
Pittsburgh area exchange which made me curious. Whoever it was wasn't
someone I knew or their name would have popped up so at first I was
tempted to just refuse the call and add the number to my huge blocking
list. On second thought, at least the number WAS visible so against my
better instincts I answered.
"Hello?" I answered. Yes, my parents taught me proper phone etiquette
which in today's world meant never saying more than nece4ssary when
answering a call from someone you don't know!
There was a pause and then a sound like someone taking a deep breath. Oh
crap, another effing crank phone call. Sheesh, don't guys have anything
better to do than dial random numbers and act like creeps? I was just
about to hang up when I heard...
"Hello? Is this Kelly?"
My eyes rolled. Yeah, like you think I was born yesterday? Like I'm
going to offer up ANYTHING about me to someone I haven't a clue about?
"Sorry... Seems like YOU called me so how about YOU tell me who YOU are
first," I answered in a firm voice, still just a step from hanging up.
"Sorry... fair enough. This is John."
OK, so I know maybe a dozen "Johns" and I don't mean the customer type.
Like my own father's name is John but this was clearly not him.
"OK... John who?"
"Sorry," he apologized yet again. Ugh, what a loser! Now I WAS almost
about to hang up when he caught my attention with, "I guess you don't
remember your old boyfriend from high school?"
Hmmmmmm, interesting but not like THAT narrowed it down a lot. I'd had
like dozens of so-called boyfriends while in high school - probably a lot
more if you included the ones who considered themselves such even if I
didn't. I mean like just because I go out once with a guy and blow him
doesn't make him my boyfriend, you know? My silence must have evidently
sent the proper message as he finally came back with more.
"Really? You don't remember the beach thing we did... how about the mall
restroom?"
Ohhhhhh... THAT John! Well what did he expect? It's not like a thirty-
something guy was going to sound like his high school self after so long.
Even then how was I supposed to remember?
"Hey, how's it going?" I replied rather automatically, stalling for time
as my thoughts whirled. OK, so I remembered him now. Still, what the
heck was he calling me about after all these years?
"Am I bothering you? Should I call another time?"
What I WANTED to say was more like, "What the hell are you calling me for
in the first place?" What I SAID though was, "No this is fine... how did
you get my number?"
"Just saw you yesterday on the school Facebook page and reminded me some
of the good times we had. Looked you up on Whitepages.com... Not
exactly difficult to get someone's number these days you know."
True, and it's not like I try to hide from everyone. As most people who
know my real name don't have any idea what I do in private it's not like
I worry much about on-line privacy. Still, it just felt a little creepy
I guess at first realizing how easy it was for him to get my cell number.
Steve and I have never even had a land-line since we were married,
depending entirely on our cell phones. Although he didn't say it, he
must've paid for the "premium" service that lets you look up cell phone
numbers which meant he still had more than just a passing interest in me.
"So what's this about?" I asked, getting a little antsy now. Heck, it's
been so long since I last dated him that I've actually lived more years
afterwards than before!
"Oh I was just thinking about you and wondering whatever happened to the
sexiest girl in school. We had some pretty good times back then, didn't
we?"
"Yeah, it was fun," I answered rather non-committedly.
"Well, I guess in full disclosure you should know I'm married now - ten
years as of just last week. Three kids, all girls, oldest is eight."
He paused and I shifted the phone to my other ear. Where was this going?
Next thing he'd be telling me how his wife has lost interest in sex -
same old story I hear from so many guys. So what did he want ME to do
about it? Sure enough...
"So you're probably wondering why I'm calling. Well, things haven't been
going so well with the wife. Actually, not well at all. Thinking about
you and all the fun we had... well I know this may sound crazy but I was
wondering if you ever think about them as well?"
"Look John, while I'm really sorry to hear about your marriage and such,
why call me to tell me about it? I haven't even seen you since
graduation day. You DO know I'm married, right? You said you saw my
FaceBook page so you had to see all the photos of my daughters and
husband."
"Yeah, I read your FaceBook profile. Still, I don't mean to be insulting
but a zebra doesn't change it's stripes. I thought maybe you might still
be up for a little fun again?"
Well, he scores two points for being outrageously forward. Just because
I was a slut in school didn't mean I still was almost two decades later.
OK, so his little comment about stripes not changing hit home and indeed,
mine hadn't but for him to assume so... AND have the audacity to call a
married woman and ask her out for sex. Pretty incredible. At the same
time, I had to say I liked the idea!
"And if I was?" I said softly.
"The I was just hoping maybe you'd like to meet sometime... you know,
rehash the good ol' days and such."
"You mean like go on a date?" I asked incredulously.
"Sorry," he said yet again and then seemed to catch what he'd been doing,
"Sorry - seems I keep saying sorry... there I go again!"
We both laughed and he continued, "Just lunch or dinner was all. I
didn't mean to offend you. Like I said... I've been thinking about you a
lot lately... a lot."
Yeah, and I could just imagine WHAT he was thinking about when he thought
of me. Likely holding his deprived cock in his hands staring at my
yearbook photo fantasizing that he was back in high school fucking the
school slut (which would be me of course). The again, I guess I couldn't
blame him for being a man. If anything, the more I thought about it the
more I'd say it was a compliment. Heck, if we were chatting on-line I'd
probably have asked him to do a tribute for me, preferably with a pic of
his wife next to me while cumming in her bra just to show me how much
more he wanted me than her!
"Well, I suppose there'd be no harm in that. How about lunch this
Saturday? OK if I bring my girls? They're just four and one so not like
they'll exactly be interested in our conversation. Somehow I get the
feeling you don't want to discuss the latest Steeler free-agent decisions
anyways."
I heard a chuckle on the other end. Men! So easy to figure out. So
easy to manipulate. Then again, I wasn't complaining.
We settled on a time and place. He seemed rather surprised at my
suggestion - a Subway located inside a nearby Walmart. Obviously as
usual the guy wasn't thinking as far ahead as I was. It's not like we
were teenagers anymore - some things need some planning when you're in
your thirties with two kids!
Of course that night I told my husband about everything. It's not like I
feel compelled to "confess" to him everything I do or everyone I have sex
with. Still, I think being as open and honest as we are with each other
is one of the reasons why our marriage is ever stronger today than ever.
No seven year itch for my husband if I have anything to say about it!
Steve's reaction was predictable. Once again I'll say it... men are
easy! Of course he would have liked it better if somehow he could have
watched but then he'd just have to do with me telling him about it later.
It doesn't bother me to watch my husband having sex with other women as I
know he's just doing it for fun and to satisfy his needs. While I'm not
threatened or worried I don't meet his needs as best I can, some things
are just impossible for me to do. Sure I can roleplay as someone else
but you just can't duplicate the feeling you get when fucking someone
new! Still, while it doesn't bother me, it doesn't get me off either
unless it's with someone I really care about like one of our mothers or a
good friend, that sort of thing.
On the other hand, Steve - like most men it seems, REALLY gets off
watching me having sex with other men, especially someone I haven't been
with before. I have to admit it took me a long time to understand but
over the years I think I have it figured out. I think he likes it
because it shows him how sexy his wife is and how much other men desire
me. While they get me for a few hours at best, he knows afterwards I'm
his for as long and often as he wants. Indeed, some of our best sex
seems to be after he's watched me with someone else, almost like he's
"reclaiming" me as his once again.
On that note, it's sorta fascinating that while my husband loves seeing
me with strangers, the one man he does NOT like to watch me with is my
father. Again, that is one of those things it took me a while to
comprehend but I do think I have an explanation now thought it's
different from the lame excuses he gives me. While Steve knows when he
sees the joy and satisfaction I get from sex with other men, he also
knows it's really nothing to do with that guys, per se, but about his
dick and how I love it in me. On the other hand, when I am with my dad
he knows it has EVERYTHING to do with WHO it is and my feelings for him.
Oh sure I love my dad's hard cock in me but it's so much more than that.
SO much so that I think Steve doesn't get the same thrill from watching
us together knowing the true love and intimacy between me and my dad is
something no other man, not even him, can duplicate.
Actually it was Steve that gave me the idea of meeting John at the
Subway. Actually it wasn't the Subway that was what I was thinking
about, it was what we'd done in the Walmart family restroom not all that
long ago! Well, I guess I'd find out if practice makes perfect...
Chapter 3 - The People of Walmart
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Saturday came quickly and as things turned out the timing was great. My
Aunt Linda called and asked if Steve was available to go with her to the
latest family party and he jumped at the chance. Sheesh, how many times
do I have to say it... men are so predictable!
Aunt Linda picked up Steve around 11:00 Saturday morning. I guess this
party was about an hour or more away and they were going to have lunch
together since I would be "busy". She came in to say hi and I explained
to her my plans.
"So just out of the blue some guy you screwed back in high school just
calls you up and wants to meet you?" she asked. I could tell from her
tone she seemed a bit incredulous.
"Think there's something wrong?" I asked, now a little concerned. Up
until now I'd just assumed everything was just as John had said. The
idea there might be any ulterior motives had never occurred to me but
then maybe that was because I didn't WANT to consider any.
"Just saying, you know how people are always trying to 'out' you," she
cautioned me, "Are you even sure it's HIM and not just somebody that read
that silly dairy you post? I've warned you before to be careful what you
say in those."
I shook my head. If anything I took extra precautions in my diary
wirings. While the details were changed, I've never been shy to say
these are more "based on a real story" than a factual reporting of
events. Dates, locations, names, personal descriptions and such were all
changed to eliminate any connection to real people and places. There was
no way anyone could have traced me based on what I posted.
"Well, have fun then," she shrugged and then leaned over to kiss Steve as
she grabbed his crotch, "I know WE will."
As I was sure they would. Thankfully my aunt was in the upper hierarchy
of the group's structure and was able to bend the rules a bit for us.
Technically, Steve and I shouldn't even be allowed to attend these
parties given we didn't bring our kids - which we couldn't because they
were much too young. Even with a pass on that requirement, both of us
should be attending rather than my Aunt filling in for me. Sometimes my
cousin Kristi did as well. I wasn't complaining as it meant I didn't
have to attend. Sex with young boys isn't BAD but then it's not
something I prefer buy any means. Give me an older married man with a
teenage daughter and a wife who doesn't satisfy him any day!
As they left I watched my husband planting his hand firmly on my aunt's
ass as they walked out to her car. It was as if he didn't care if anyone
we knew in the apartment complex could see him but then I knew he didn't,
LOL. I'm pretty sure we have a bit of a reputation amongst our neighbors
but I doubt they have any idea what REALLY happens behind closed doors.
I went back to the bathroom and checked myself out. Since I was bring
the girls with I'd decided to dress like most any other mom out shopping
although I did make a few concessions for John's sake. For instance, the
white tank top I wore was clearly intended to wear with a bra as the
smooth cotton clung to me like Saran Wrap causing my nipples to poke thru
even without being aroused. The material was thin enough and just sheer
enough to allow the color of my nipples to show thru as well although not
as much as some of my sexier tops. The peach skirt I chose wasn't THAT
short but at the same time somewhat limited how far I could bend over
without displaying the white thong underneath.
Yeah, I know - horrors, I was wearing underwear! While it's true I would
go bottomless 24/7 given the opportunity, there are limitations and other
considerations. Personally, I think it's sexier to leave a little to the
imagination, no different than any stripper will tell you. So while it's
more comfortable for me when I leave my underwear in the drawer, if my
plans include possible showing off my bottom then usually I'll have
something on. How much depends both on the situation and what I think
will turn whoever I'm showing the most. The only exception is when I go
to work as the school board sets some pretty onerous dress code
restrictions for teachers. Emphasis on teachers as apparently it's fine
for tween to dress like street walkers but teachers have to look like
they just came off the set of Little House on the Prairie! Not that I'm
looking to turn on thirteen and fourteen year old boys, but it's just
plain uncomfortable, ugh!
Normally I would have worn sandals or flip-flops to go shopping with my
daughters but again, this wasn't the occasion for those so I chose some
relatively basic white heels. They were just three inches so not like
anything all that showy. I also wore my favorite gold ankle bracelet, a
gift from my dad not long after the first time he fucked me. I wear it
almost as much as my wedding rings as it brings back such precious
memories every time I look at it.
Being the weather was unseasonably warm for February, I pulled my hair
back into a pony tail. Guys tell me it makes me look even younger and
since John was likely imagining me as a fifteen year-old girl, why not
help out with the fantasy? I decided to go with my gold cross necklace,
another favorite of mine. It hung down to where the cross rested right
in my cleavage allowing me to tease guys staring at my boobs if they
liked my cross!
I had the girls already dressed and ready to go. Mia had her ever-
present iPad meaning the world could end and she wouldn't notice when
watching her favorite movies. I'd woke up Kylie a little early and kept
her busy all morning. With any luck she'd pass out in her stroller so
long as I fed her before we left. Mia looked so cute - I had her dressed
in an outfit similar to mine with a few adjustments of course! Needless
to say I guess she was wearing panties and nobody would care she wasn't
wearing a bra, LOL. Her sandals would be a lot more comfortable than my
heels, that was for sure!
With the girls in their car seats I headed for Walmart. It was only a
few miles but when you live in the South Side of Pittsburgh, nothing is
"just" a few miles away! I wear you can go out at 3:00 in the morning
and the traffic is still a pain. Being it was a pleasant Saturday as
well as being lunch time, the crowds were out in force. As horny as I
was in anticipation of meeting John again after all these years, it took
all my attention just to drive meaning I couldn't even masturbate as I
drove. That didn't mean I felt this incredible itch between my legs that
needed so badly to be scratched. Oh well, with any luck THAT would be
taken care of before too long.
Pushing the stroller into the store entrance with Mia doing her best to
"help" me, I smiled at the old geezer greeting folks. Being a man and
predictable, his eyes immediately dropped to my chest where I knew he was
enjoying the view of my barely concealed boobs. Between the cleavage the
low cut tank top was showing and my nipples now in full perky mode as my
anticipation grew, I suppose I couldn't blame him for doing what most men
would in his situation. I imagine I could've stolen something and the
only thing he would have remembered about me were my boobs.
The Subway was right inside the door to the right so I steered my way in,
looking to see if I recognized John. He would be like twice as old now
so how much had he changed? Back in high school he was quite the hunk
and I knew all the girls were jealous of me while we dated. Yet time
changes everything and while I still fit in my wedding dress, I wasn't
fifteen anymore either.
"Kelly?" a voice came from behind me. I looked back and realized he must
have come in right behind me. Perhaps he had been watching from the
parking lot until I had arrived? A little creepy maybe...
"John?"
He reached out his hand as if to shake mine. Oh for goodness sakes!
Instead I reached out with my arms and we hugged although for the moment
he didn't press himself into me. We each stepped back and took in the
other. Well, time DOES change people! I recognized his face although of
course it was now that of a middle aged man and not a high school
teenager but beyond that much had changed. First and most noticeable, he
was half-bald and from the looks of things not that far removed from
being a total chrome-dome. Gone was the athletic body, replaced by the
typical middle-aged guy with the gut sticking out such that his belt rode
underneath in a valiant attempt to hold up his pants. I smiled as he was
likely one of those guys who bragged about wearing pants not much larger
than when he was younger. The difference, of course, was the length was
a couple of inches shorter to make up for how low on his hips they rode
to avoid the swelling of his belly!
Still, he was still not bad looking for a guy in this thirties. Not
necessarily my "type" but then I was planning on fucking him, not
marrying him, so did it really matter. Guys tell me all the time they
are embarrassed to show me their dicks when they do a tribute to me but I
keep having to explain that it's not the picture of his dick that sets me
buzzing but rather what his dick is DOING. So long as he wasn't a total
slob, being overweight wasn't a deal-breaker for me when meeting a guy
just for the purpose of having sex. So many other factors determined how
hot it made me - his marital status, family makeup, how his wife looked,
and so forth were far more important to me. Being fucked by a father
being his wife's back as he fantasized I was his teenage daughter is
about as sexy as it gets for me in this type of situation.
"Damn... pardon my French but you look even hotter than you did in high
school," he said softly, trying not to be overheard by the lunch crowd.
"Let's get a table, ok?" I suggested. He started to say something about
getting something to eat but I brushed that aside saying, "John, do I
really have to say I didn't agree to meet you to eat at Subway?"
His eyes flashed and for a moment I could tell by the expression on his
face that everything he'd hoped for was coming true. Well, maybe
everything. Taking a seat at the table, he motioned at Mia and Kylie.
"I have to say, I thought you were just teasing when you said something
about binging your girls along."
"Me? Tease? Now when have I EVER teased you John?" I teased him. We
both just laughed at how silly a statement that was. Like that's all I
did when we dated. After all, I had a hard-earned reputation to maintain
if you pardon the pun.
"Don't worry, they won't be a problem," I assured him.
From his perplexed expression I doubted he shared my assessment but then
he didn't leave either which was a good sign. We spent the next fifteen
minutes or so catching up on things. I learned how he married a girl he
met in college after which they had the usual tribe of kids, the standard
house and two cars, the careers, and then the inevitable falling out as
their sex life deteriorated after the last pregnancy. Actually, I think
I could have written the script myself it was so stereotypical. It just
made me appreciate what Steve and I had all the more.
"Wow, I can't believe you and Steve hooked up again after all that time,"
he said after I related our fairytale reuniting and subsequent marriage,
"I have to say though, we all were thrilled when he left."
He chuckled and I just rolled my eyes. "Why, because I blew half of
them?"
John smiled knowingly. "Just half?" he teased and we both laughed,
"Well, I doubt it was for lack of trying."
I looked around the store. "We had some good times, didn't we?"
John's grin broadened. "Maybe we should have met at the mall food court
again," he sighed, "THAT was intense. I thought for sure someone was
going to pull hard enough on that door and catch us."
I giggled adding, "and the looks people gave us when we walked out of the
men's room together. I think I had some of your cum in my hair as well if
I remember."
"Ever do anything like that with Celeste?" I asked, referring to his
wife.
"Yeah right," he huffed, "You mean Miss Missionary Only? Hardly."
Glancing around again, I looked back at him and thought for a moment. It
was now or never as the girls weren't going to remain angels forever. Oh
well, why not?
"How about a repeat performance?" I offered. He looked at me a bit
puzzled.
"Now?" he questioned me looking distinctly at my daughters, "It was
difficult enough sneaking you in the men's room alone but..." and he
paused, as if not certain what to say next but then added, "I mean, like
I said before. I thought you were joking about bring your daughters so
doesn't that sort of rule things out?"
Grinning in response, I fired back with, "Well, they have these marvelous
inventions now they didn't have back then - 'family' restrooms so nobody
will question us if we use it. Besides, with the girls it would seem all
the more natural for the two of us to go in to help each other out."
John's eyebrows raised. "Look Kelly, I know you've always been a bit of
an 'outside the box' kind of girl but really, isn't it a little creepy
with your girls here?"
I shook my head smiling. "Oh John, we just have to deal with what we
have, don't you agree. Besides, I have NO intention of putting on a sex
show for my girls."
"But how..." he started to protest but cut him off.
"John, in all the time we dated didn't I always so to not worry and leave
it up to me? Remember when you were so worried about fucking me in the
lake surrounded by all those kids? That didn't turn out so bad, did it?"
He grinned. "Nope, can't say it didn't!"
We both smiled as I'm sure he was recalling some of the same memories I
was as he had slipped down my bikini bottom as I leaned over the raft and
then entered me from behind. The opaque lake water prevented any of the
hordes of kids swimming by from seeing what was happening below the water
line as he fucked me. Oh my God it was so hot! My only fear was my
bikini bottoms would get lost and then what would I have done? LOL
"Soooooo, what do you say?" I asked, trying to get things moving.
John looked around as if worried someone might hear us but then not like
we were saying all that much really. "What the hell, let's go for it?"
We walked together from the Subway. With the girls and us both wearing
wedding rings anyone watching would have thought we were married with
kids - exactly what I wanted. As we approached the restrooms I saw a
mother and her kids leaving the family restroom which was perfect - it
was empty and waiting for us. I opened the door and steered Mia inside.
It was wonder she didn't run into anything with her face glued to that
iPad! The stroller with Kylie was next, followed by me and then John who
quickly locked the door behind us.
You had to hand it to Walmart, when they build a family restroom they
don't pull out any stops. The place was HUGE, as big as out bathroom
back in the apartment, maybe even bigger if you didn't consider the bath
tub and shower. There was a single toilet to the one side and a sink on
the other with one of those baby diaper change table mounted against the
wall in between. The rest of the room was clear with plenty of space for
a wheelchair to maneuver - TWO wheelchairs for that matter.
Parking the stroller with sleeping Kylie in the corner opposite the
toiler, I faced it outward so I could keep an eye on her. Placing my
hands on Mia' shoulders, I steered her to the toilet where I cleaned it
off and then had her take a seat on top the lid. I started to say
something to her about being a good girl and keeping quiet but she just
growled at me. Heaven forbid I do anything to lose concentration when
the princess was singing! She had on her earphones and with her full
focus on the little screen she may was well have been parked in her room
for all she would see.
Turning finally to John, I put one finger to my mouth and tried to give
him that same look I'd perfected back as a teenage slut. "OK then, ready
for me to suck your dick again John?"
John couldn't help but look to the other side of the room. Granted, it
wasn't not like we were THAT far from the two of them but I wouldn't have
offered if I hadn't been confident they may as well be on the moon.
"Don't worry, I'll stay in front so even if she DOES look she won't see
anything," I assured him as I reached for his belt buckle. He didn't
stop me and soon I had his jeans undone and pulled down on the hips
enough to expose his dick. Hmmmmmm, someone was obviously a bit
flustered over having two young girls in the same room. It was so silly
of him. Like, would I allow my girls to see me having sex with a strange
man? Noooooo, so why worry?
Taking his dick in my hand, the memories came flooding back of when I'd
been in a similar position a few miles down the road at the mall food
court restroom except back then it was the men's room and I'd snuck in
between guys to meet up with John in the handicapped stall. I loved the
warmth his cock in my hand as I gently stroked him, cupping his hairy
balls with the other. All the while I was looking up, our eyes meeting
as I felt a stirring in my hand.
"Is this what you have been dreaming of John?" I asked softly.
I caught him glancing in the direction Mia but he quickly locked on to me
again. "Sorta," he chuckled. Oh well, I had to give him that one. Not
many men would fantasize about fucking their dream girl in a Walmart
restroom while her two young daughters were present.
"Oh god!" he groaned as I took him in my mouth. I wanted to feel him
growing, feel his adulterous cock fill my mouth as his lust for me
swelled. My tongue played over the head as I gently sucked and licked
him. At first it was easy to take him all in until my face pressed up
against his overhanging belly and his thick pubic hair scratched my face.
I suppose I should have been repulsed by his obesity but who cared when
his dick was filling my mouth more literally every second.
"You're even better now," he gasped as my tongue and lips caressed his
erection. Well, considering how many dicks I've sucked since I was
fifteen I darn well better be! I can't even imagine how many that is,
especially if you take into account the various groups I've done and
parties attended. Heck, one time I went with Kristi on one of her
appointment while she was working as a whore and must have sucked at
least forty or fifty cocks by the time it was over!
I quickly checked and sure enough, Mia was locked onto her iPad, the
headphones blocking out anything else happening in the room. John was
like a steel pipe now as I struggled a bit to get him all in but the last
thing I was going to do was gag or even let him think I was having any
problems. At least he appreciated my efforts.
"Shit... It's hard enough to get Celeste to even suck me but she NEVER
take it all... you're fucking incredible!"
I smiled at him. Yeah, like I know I'm a great cock sucker but it NEVER
hurts to be told. As horny as he seemed to be though, the last thing I
wanted was to have him cum in my mouth. OK, so maybe not the LAST thing
but given his age and the fact we couldn't remain in here forever before
someone called security, it was time to move on.
Standing up, I grabbed him and twisted so we switched positions so his
back was now to the girls so they would see even in the remote
possibility they should look. I brought them with because I didn't want
to fool with a babysitter, NOT to put on a sex show for them! OK, so to
be more honest I brought them with to freak out john but I STILL didn't
want them to see anything.
Turning my back to him, I reached under my skirt and pulled my thong down
to just above my knees. Looking back over my shoulder, I grinned saying,
"Well, what are you waiting for John? Fuck me!"
"You haven't changed a bit, have you" he grunted as I felt him
maneuvering his cock against my now fully exposed butt, "Speaking of
which... DAMN you ass still looks great! Are you sure those girls are
yours?"
I smiled to myself. People often said that to me. I was one of those
fortunate few that carried almost my entire pregnancy weight in my belly
rather than my arms and legs or butt. As a result even when I was nine
months people would tell me they couldn't tell I was pregnant from
behind. One benefit was it made losing the weight easier after wards and
the only real lasting effect of spawning two children was my boobs never
returned to their former selves but actually stayed about a half cup
larger than they'd been before I was preggo, making me a full-fledged B
cup now rather than an A and a half. Actually depending on the brand I
almost could fit into a C cup which I did for my school bras as comfort
was the overriding concern. Otherwise I preferred them a little small to
help emphasize the girls.
"Oh yeah!" I gasped as suddenly he was in me. It was like one second
nothing, then the next I was filled with his cock! It didn't hurt I was
sopping wet with desire by then. I couldn't spread my legs very far with
the thong acting like a strap around my knees but then I didn't want to
have to fumble with it should someone knock or worse, Security unlocked
the door.
"You're so damn tight!" he groaned as John fucked me, "It's like you're
still a teenager!"
OK, so perhaps a bit of an exaggeration but I'd take it! No way after
eighteen years of sex and two kids I was as tight as I'd been when I was
fifteen but it seemed most men agreed with John's assessment. Probably
didn't hurt I've never been one of those girls who masturbated with an
oversized dildo - I've always been a finger girl.
"Fuck me John.... I want you to cum inside of me!" I managed to get out
between gasps and sighs as he pumped his adulterous cock inside of me.
If his wife could only see him now! Imagine if she was hunting for him
and someone told her she'd seen him disappear into the family restroom
with some woman. Then to have Security unlock the door and find her
husband with his jeans and underwear at his ankles fucking some slutty
mom from behind while her young girls sat idly by, totally unware of what
their mommy was doing.
He just grunted. John was beyond words at this point as he reached
around ran his hands under my tank top, grabbing my boobs as he thrust
into me. He was close... so close.
"Now John! " I cried softly, not faking a thing. "Cum in me... NOW!"
Yes, I WANTED him to cum inside of me. I WANTED him to commit adultery
with me. I WANTED him to remember me forever every time he had sex with
his wife for the rest of his life.
His grip in my boobs tightened as he pulled me into him and thrust deep
inside of me and held himself there. I could feel his hips lurch forward
with each ejaculation as his adulterous sperm filled my hot pussy. Yes!
He'd fucked me and nothing could ever erase what he'd just done. Never
again could he look his wife in the eyes and say he loved her without a
tinge in his crotch as he remembered this moment as we remained coupled
for a minute or so as he caught his breath and his now spent dick
throbbed inside of me. Then he pulled out and quickly yanked up his
pants and buckled up.
I shuffled over to where Mia was sitting and reached for some toilet
paper to wipe up his cum that was now draining from me. I shook my head
as I marveled at Mia's concentration. It was amazing how she could
fixate on something and totally ignore everything around her. Oh well,
as frustrating as that trait might be at times when I was TRYING to get
her attention, today it came in quite handy.
"Well?" I asked with a smile as I turned to him, "Was it as good as you
remembered."
John seemed a bit confused but he still managed a grin as he checked
himself out in the mirror.
"Oh yeah... better," he sighed, "But I have to say I NEVER expected it to
go down quite like this." He looked at me and started to move closer as
if he wanted to hug me. I pulled back to his surprise but then I had no
desire to give him any false impressions or hopes.
"John, it was great but I want you to understand that it will NEVER
happen again and you are NEVER to contact me ever again, agreed?"
His face fell in disappointment. "Why" he asked like a little boy
derived of his candy.
"Simple," I explained, "I'm married... you're married. I love my husband
and while I have to say I really enjoyed this, I would never have an
affair with anyone. As for you, I hope maybe with this out of your
system you can go home and be a better husband to Celeste. I know you
said it's her fault but remember, it takes two to make a marriage work."
Just then the door knocked. Someone called out, "Hey, someone die in
there?"
We both laughed and I grabbed Mia by the hand. She whined but I told her
she could finish in the car. Pushing the stroller, John opened the door
and we all walked out. A mother with two little girls was standing there
and did I wish I had my phone handy to catch the look on her face as we
all walked out!
We headed out the door and I said my goodbyes to John. He started to
speak but I knew it would just be another try at meeting me again and I
shut him down. With that we shook hands - no hugs this time, and went to
our cars. I watched him walk away and wondered if today would help his
marriage or make it worse. Well, for his sake I hoped it helped. It
wouldn't be the first guy I'd fucked who went home and became a better
father and lover.
As I drove him I couldn't wait to see Steve again. I knew the party
would last most of the day and maybe into the evening so he wouldn't be
home but in the meantime I'd get myself ready for him. I had some great
plans in store for my sexy husband when he got home!
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