Im craving to be taken while im playing pool with my hubby ...

I lift up your skirt revealing your bare ass and pussy, you feel my hand on you ass slapping .massaging your thighs moving my hands up to your inner thigh exploring your wetness with my finger before you feel the tip of my cock enter....
 
There are one or two friends near the pool table, but they are aware of my…proclivities. As you are bent over, aiming your q stick, I bend over to help you ā€˜adjust your aim’. You feel my very hard cock pressing against you. One hand helps steady your aim, my other hand caresses the cheeks of your ass. Under your short skirt. You spread your legs slightly to help your aim and my hand slides down your ass, and you feel two fingers enter your sopping pussy. Your aim seems good so my other hand slides over to cup your breast. A soft moan escapes your mouth, but you still make the shot, sinking your ball.

But you don’t stand. You remain bent over the pool table as my fingers work your creamy pussy. I remove my hand from your breast, unzip, pull out my stiff cock, push your dress up, pull your thong aside, and plunge my cock into your pussy slowly until it’s buried deep into your cunt.

The audience is beginning to pay attention. A few gather around to watch. Perhaps masturbate. Not sure because I’m watching your ass ripple with each hard thrust. I grab your hips and fuck you harder. Pounding you faster and faster. You feel my cock throb as warm jizz floods your cunt. My dick marinates in our juices as I hold your hips tight against mine.

My cock softens, I pull out. Tuck it back into my pants, zip up, and leave the bar without a word, as cum drips down your smooth thighs….
 
I would prefer a slow approach. To build the heat.

First, as you've bent over, I'd walk behind you, letting my fingers graze your ass. Light enough to feel accidental but the feel of my spread fingers are too obvious.

Then I'd walk around the table to make eye contact with you. Your smile says so much. Your dress is revealing a lovely amount of cleavage and I'm very obvious in my appreciation of it. "Play a lot of pool?" I ask.

"Well, I enjoy a hard shaft in my hands and balls in front of me," you reply with a giggle, but easily pocket the ball you were shooting at. I watch you walk around in your heels, following the cue ball, my eyes following your ass.

"You seem to have some skill with them." I admit.

Your smile turns sly and your eyes narrow as you step in front of me and bend over the table, lining up your next shot. "You have no idea how good I am," you say.

Boldly, I lift your shirt to find the black silk thong panties and let my fingers caress your bare flesh. You tremble a bit and strike the cue ball of center, sending the ball off sideways with a abrupt click, but you don't move afterward, letting me enjoy what I'm doing. "I'm beginning to see that," I reply.

Your legs spread as my fingers caress over the silky gusset of your panties and the dampness I find there is all the encouragement I need. I'm going to find out just how good you are.
 
You and your hubby could do a role-play thing with this:

You're a pool-hustler and you're good, but you tried to hustle the wrong guy and you lost. Big time and now you owe money.

"Not that I don't trust you, but to make sure you don't try to welsh on your bet, I'm gonna need some collateral...

Your clothes.Everything except those high heels you're wearing.

Let's go sweetcheeks, strip!"
 
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