A Game of Pool (fm:slut wife, 1040 words) | |||
Author: Cajuncutie | |||
Added: Jun 02 2003 | Views / Reads: 6089 / 1 [0%] | Story vote: 7.70 (10 votes) | |
A horny wife, alone one night decides to find a hot game of eight ball at a local bar! | |||
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The night was young and I was horny. You had left me so worked up, titties aching, pussy throbbing, I just couldn't sit around the house til bedtime. Had I been a good little wife, I would have waited one more nite til you finished your last graveyard shift for you to take care of me. But no, this lonely wifey wanted it, now. So, clad in my tight blue jean shorts and tight fitting tank top, I took off looking for a hot game of pool! I had heard Darryl's Bar was a good place for some ball action, always hopping with young, willing college studs looking for a fuck, so that's where I headed. The place was jumping, great music, low lights and more swinging meat then the beef factory downtown! You could feel the testosterone as I strutted in, swinging my ass, kicking up my 3" spiked heels! Made me look like I had legs up to my neck. The bartender was waiting for me at the bar as I climbed up on a stool. Handing me a shot, he said this was from the guy in the black tshirt playing pool in the corner. Turning in his direction, raising the glass, I caught his eye and downed the tequilla in one swallow. Grabbing the Bud Light he had just sat down for the guy next to me, I took myself over to meet this gorgeous, blond hunk. As I came up to him, he reached up and pulled his baseball cap around backwards, put his hand on his hip and said, "Care to play?". "I'd love to", I answered. And so the game began. I loved it! Every chance I could I was bending over, knowing my ass cheeks were poking out my shorts. Then as I would stand, I'd arch my back, making the material of my tank pull taut against my nipples poking thru my shirt! He obviosly was enjoying the show, his eyes never left my body, slight mischevious ...
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