Anna’s husband finally admitted that after two years of marriage he couldn’t keep up with her sex drive anymore. Anna had warned Robert that this would happen even before they were married, but he didn’t believe her. Until now. He had spent three-and-a-half hours filling every accessible hole in her body, yet she still needed more. Robert’s cock hurt from her tightness, her incredible muscle control, and he had to capitulate at last. Robert told her she should find a boyfriend, someone to help him out. The fact that Robert, too, liked boys might be fun. Anna placed an explicit add in a local personal column and received over fifty eager responses. She insisted on smoothly shaved boys that must like uninhibited girls with pierced nipples and clits. She had fun sorting through them, listening to their promises to satisfy on the voice mail. The sound of a voice can reveal much more than the words that pour forth. One in particular, Scott, sounded great. They had several titillating phone conversations before deciding that they would all meet.
The nightclub was dim, with red lights and vanilla scented candles burning on each table. Anna and Robert were sitting at the black granite bar when Scott walked in. Anna felt a gush to her groin, elated at the tall, blonde, pierced boy. Martinis all around, the conversation was sharp and intelligent. Anna’s thong was soaked.
The evening’s entertainment was a pair of beautiful girls; half-naked fire throwers who heated up the stage as well as the intimate audience. Anna watched the girls’ brown nipples behind the flames, the industrial music pounded in her ears and the martinis were served continuously. They had moved to a table closer to the dancers, and in the smoky red light the shadows played their own games.
Scott sat next to Anna and looked across the table at Robert. Robert told Scott how good Anna tasted. Anna took Scott’s hand past her thigh highs, under her short, black dress. She took his finger and slid it into her dripping cunt all the while behaving herself above the table. Pulling an olive from her martini, she sucked the alcohol from the skin of it. Scott looked at Robert and moaned. Robert smiled knowingly.
Across the smoky, crimson room Anna caught a look from a dark haired, full lipped girl. She had a small, shrewd smile and her eyes held a naughty gaze. Anna stared at the girl while Scott slid his finger slowly in and out, then lifted his finger out and told him to lick it with her. Their tongues together lapping, slightly touching, tasting the wildest of honey. The girl across the room moved in her chair and watched with envy. Scott was hard and pulsating through his pants; she had her hand there now and he returned his finger to her bald slickness. Robert and Scott were staring into each other’s eyes, into someplace else, both stiff with anticipation. Scott felt Anna’s clit ring and flicked it gently with another finger, in-and-out, wet down to her knees, she was swollen and shaking, the girl across the room, her mouth parting just a bit, wanting to be there. Black seamed stockings and bouncing round flesh on stage and the thumping rhythm of the music, driving its beat underneath the skin. Anna felt the heat of the lava surging up through the volcano, uncontrollable now. The scent of cunt and vanilla in every breath, she put her head in her hands and rocked his finger. Letting go with a guttural moan, Anna ejaculated all over Scott’s hand. Sweet spray of release.
Composing herself and seeing the open mouthed faces across from her, Anna suggested more martinis for everyone and that next time they should meet at home.
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