MsK entered Penn's car. Penn leaned over to give her a little kiss on her cheek. She moved her face away when he was getting close to her lips. For her red ruby lipstick was not for kissing. It's being used as a signal to let the man know she is red and hot. It's a clue leading toa slow burn venture into the night.
Wearing what Penn wanted her to wear, the tight jeans and the tight top are squeezing her entire body. Especially the top. K had to make a bit adjustment on her bra and pushed up her breasts a little. Penn couldn't keep his eyes off that triggered her to shake her tits to show him what she was capable of.
"That's my Hot Wife!!!"
Her husband Karl used to say that when he took her to private house parties often during the first year of their marriage about 5 years ago.
Now the new man Penn is taking her to the bar.
"where's your buddy? You told me you had a suck buddy" she asked Penn.
“She must think I’m lame!” thought Penn. She turned her head as he went in close to kiss her on her perky red lips, making it land on her cheek. Penn felt his chances of K’s beautiful red lips wrapped around his cock take a nosedive. And now she was asking about man number two!
“Grant, you mean?” Penn answered, a sense of defeat in his cracking voice.
K nodded, with a sly sexy smirk, turning into a smile.
“He’s going to be at the lobby bar to meet us”, I said, hope returning. “We have our fun together but what we really want is to have a beautiful sexy woman join us - to have the best of both worlds: to have some cock and some pussy too!” “Oh my god!” thought Penn immediately, “I can’t believe I said that last part!”
“No more Mr Nice Guy!” Pen said to himself. “Somebody like her - she’s sitting right night to you!- is not here looking for afternoon tea!”
“I’m nervous, obviously, K” he managed confidence returning, putting his left hand gently but with lustful purpose on her thigh as he turned onto the street. “But I’ll surprise you, we’ll surprise you, I promise. You’re in for quite the night!”
Karl is working late again. He knows K has expressed frustration with his workaholic tendencies, but deadlines need to be met. He texts K to wonder where she is. No response. He sighs and shrugs, getting back to work. Maybe she'll be home when he gets home.
Penn’s hand lingered on K’s thigh, relaxing there but not wandering. He waited for her reaction. In the meantime, relaxing now and feeling more confident, his cock was coming to life - growing against the fly of his jeans. He subtly shifted his lower body in the driver’s seat to give his member some space to grow. He wasn’t embarrassed: he wanted K to see it.
Karl texted me but didn't say anything.
Mr. Penn's cock "came to life" when my phone went beeeeee while he was driving. Hard to believe .
Mr. Penn, is this it?
Penn brought the car slowly around the corner. “Maybe it is”, he answered slyly, trying to match K’s sexy and mischievous energy. His hand quickly brushed her thigh again, before making the turn into the parking lot. He quickly spotted Grant’s car. It’s so on!
“The rest of our little party’s here, K”, he said, tilting his head over the steering wheel towards a sparkling black sports car. They parked and Penn stuck his arm out across and almost glancing K’s ample chest: “I’m going to open the door for you.”
As she was unbuckling her belt, he let his arm linger and made contact with her breasts. She smiled crookedly and said, “I thought you were a gentleman, you dirty man.”
Lust In motion, smoldering in the flickering neon lights of the BAR sign. Porn in action is being carried out clear and visible. The masculine energy is pressing the female. Horny, of course. I see it and I feel it. Of course, porn has its place but it doesn't feel like it's the place yet. Huh? is it? We just met less than an hour ago. Yes, some people go faster and some are slow. But what makes sense now is the fact that we are not even inside the bar yet. Besides, you heard my husband yell at me when I opened the door for you less than an hour ago. Not your business? Arn't you concerned he might be coming after you?? Totally oblivious, happy go lucky....fuck, it's only sex...??....None of your business? It would be very stimulating if Karl suddenly shows up and grabs your cock...
Penn parked his car and took K into the bar. Sitting down at the corner, the bartender's smiling face is saying he already knows what's going on. "Hello, there, welcome, the young lady can have anything from the bottom of her heart."
"whiskey sour please. No sugar syrup please." That's what helps K get to be oblivious.
Penn ordered something stronger than that for himself,
This entire business place is filled up with ladies and gentle men. One woman has her breasts almost hanging out. She brushed her chest against her man's face when she was getting up from her chair. It's a very erotic thing to do. It feels good. I actually like the bar scene. I might do that later after i have a few more drinks.
"Penn, do you come here often? Do you take your wife here for your buddies? So that you get to fuck their wives?.........Huh? No? Maybe?... My husband knows how this works very well."
“I’ve never been here before and I wish that wasn’t the case - my wife isn’t into this scene. She was a self-proclaimed slut before I came into her life, so I guess it’s my turn now.”
“Speaking of my turn” I said, getting bold now, maybe with the help of my Sazerac. And I go in for a kiss, no cheek this time. Full lipped, a little “church tongue” , as I like to say.
I’m so hard! If I go the washroom I’ll have to grab a menu to conceal myself.
I finally wrap up my work, packing up and getting ready to head home. I check my phone as I'm getting up. Still no response. That's alright, she went out with someone. Peter? Pete? No, Penn. I think that was his name.
I go back home, calling out for K. As expected, she isn't home. I'm pretty sure I know exactly where she is. I dress in something a bit more comfortable, freeing...and easy to remove. Linen pants and a linen shirt. I do like the way my ass looks in them.
I head over to BAR, expecting to see K there. And maybe others.