She is sitting at the bar, unaware that her husband has followed her there and is sitting in a dark corner. A tall man, a little older than her husband, sits next to her. They exchange glances and smiles. His look lingers just a little, taking her in and she blushes as he turns back to his drink, careful not to make the moment uncomfortable.

He leans over just a little, "I'm sorry for checking you out so obviously. I wouldn't want to be an annoyance for when your boyfriend comes by."

"My husband isn't here tonight. He was going to go out with friends."

"Then I'm not bothering you?"

"No. Not at all," she says, flipping her hair over her ear.

The smile at each other, feeling more comfortable in the moment.

He wants to say something hot and clever but her beauty has him a little off. "That's a beautiful dress. It would look better on my shoulders."

They pause and both laugh at it. "Two cheesy lines mixed together? Damn if it didn't work"

He touches her hand and she lets him. He chuckles, "I'm so glad. Would it be too much if I suggested we get out of here? Some place a little more private where we can get to know each other?"

She bites her lip. "Yes, I think I know a place."

He follows to her car and points to the one next to it, "That's me."

"Follow me," she says.

"Anywhere."

In the dark doorway of the bar, he husband has followed them out and discreetly moves to his car.

They drive for about 5 minutes and, at first the stranger is surprised that they're not going to a more intimate club but into the residential area. He can't believe his luck.

She pulls into a driveway. He parks in front of a neighbour's house. The husband trails down the street and pulls over.

The stranger joins her at the door. She has difficulty meeting his gaze but manages ... they both burst out in smiles as she unlocks the door and pulls him inside.

They kiss. Hard. Hands fly over each other's bodies, clothes become untucked to allow for the touch of skin on skin. Buttons undone. Belt removed. Bra on the floor. Nipples kissed, nibbled, and licked while she throws her head back in pleasure. Her breasts are heavy in his hands. He's always favoured smaller but these are so wonderfully proportioned to her figure that he can't help himself.

Down to their underwear, she pushes him away, gasping. Grabbing his hand, she drags him up a short flight of stairs into the bedroom, flicking on the lightswitch. From the street, her husband sees the light come on.

The stranger and wife kiss again, becoming more desperate in their passions. He wraps his arms around her one more time, giving her a happy squeeze, and then pushes her firmly back onto the bed. Crawling up, he kisses her calves, thighs and stomach, her beautiful full hips, and then back down to the treasure. She smells delightful; clean and just the smell of her juices - juices she's made just for him.

He licks around her pussy, savouring her taste, gently tugs on her lips with his teeth, circles her clit teasingly and, gauging her reactions, finds a pattern of sucking on her clit and plunging his tongue deep inside her that she seems to enjoy audibly. Her hands grasping him against her, grinding in gentle circles against his willing face. He loves it when a woman is not just passive in bed and this spurs him on even more to keep pleasing her. She gives a little cry out and he keeps doing that exact motion while she grips him by his hair even tighter. Her thighs clamp his head in position, not that he was planning on going anywhere. While still licking, he looks up at her face while she cums - a look he won't soon forget. Her brown locks draped across the pillow, one hand gripping the sheets, other circling an areola. Her flavours change just a little and, after a few waves of it, she relaxes her grip. He raises his head to look at her better, they share a smile while he licks his lips. He makes to shift his position a little but she mistakes it for him about to come up to penetrate. "No," she says firmly and puts both hands back on his head, pushing him back into the shining nectar.

"Hi, Honey. Having a good time?" asked the husband as he entered the bedroom, dropping the last of his clothes on the floor.

Surprised, the stranger started to get up but the husband placed a hand on the back of his head and said, "I think she was quite clear that she's not done with you there yet." Once content that their guest would stay, she reached for her husband's cock and pulled it into her mouth.

This is going to be a good night, the stranger thought to himself.