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Up the back stairs she led him, until they arrived at her booth.
"Babe," she said, shouting through the music, "this is...actually, I'm not sure."
Turning, she could see her new friend was very confused, but still confident in the way only a younger man, all filled with testosterone, could be. "Mike," he said, looking at her.
"Babe, this is Mike. He's my new friend."
Chad reached out and shook his hand, then pointing to the bottle and offering a drink. Mike immediately accepted, sitting down on the lounge couch next to Taylor.
They all chatted for a while - the man about sports, mostly - as she nuzzled up to Mike. She could see the excitement in Chad's eyes, and hoped that even if this led nowhere, the escalation would help get them back on track.
Then she felt Mike's hand on her leg. So forward and confident, she thought. Maybe this could be real.
She suggested another dance, leading Mike down to the dance floor. They pressed their bodies together; he was smart enough not to ask what was going on. During a slower song, their faces were but inches from another. She thought they might kiss, but then saw Mike glance up at Chad, watching from his perch. He backed away.
That's when it occurred to Taylor, in the clearest terms, that if this was ever going to happen, she was going to have to be bold. Bolder than she'd ever been.
The glare of bright lights snapped her out of her thoughts. The club was closing. Looking at her watch, she realized they only had 45 minutes unit they had to be home.
Mike followed her back to their table. "I think my friends left," he said. She knew it was a lie, but didn't care.
"Babe," she said, arriving at her husband. "Mike doesn't have a ride. Do you think you'd mind..."
"Of course not," Chad responded. She could tell he was trying to be cool.
Gathering their things, they were soon on their way towards the parking garage. A few moments later, they arrived at Chad's SUV. Mike opened the door, sliding into the back seat.
Taylor grabbed her husband's hand. "Think I should ride in back with him?" she asked.
Chad's expression was practically buzzing. She could feel his body vibrating with anticipation. "Yes," he said, his voice cracking slightly. "Get comfortable."
Taylor bounced up, giving her husband a quick kiss. Opening the rear door, she slid onto the bench seat.
"Mind some company?" she asked. Mike nodded yes.
Taylor slid into the middle seat, pressing herself side-by-side with Mike. Chad piloted the car out onto the street, asking Mike where he lived.
"Uh, Lakeview," he said, stammering a little.
"That's about a half hour," Chad said aloud, glancing back at his wife. "Just enough time to swing by before we have to be home."
Taylor understood the assignment, pushing herself harder against Mike. He awkwardly put his arm around her, taking her cue.
They made small talk, mostly in whispers. She could tell he was nervous, unsure what to do, as he kept glancing up at Chad.
Taylor knew it was her moment. "Be bold," she told herself, as she turned to Mike.
"Why don't you stop worrying about him," she said, putting her hand on the side of Mike's face, and pulling his face toward hers.
And just like that, she was kissing another man.
He kissed her too eagerly at first, with too much pressure, the way she suddenly remembered was typical of too-eager young men. Before long, though, he settled in, softening his lips. Their tongues massaged one another, their kisses slowly transforming into a full on make out.
Taylor strained to look to her right, to see her husband. Breaking their kiss, she glanced forward. Chad had adjusted the mirror, and was watching them more intently than the road.
Turning back to Mike, she resumed their kissing. He wouldn't be too bad, if he settled down, she thought. Then she felt his hand on her right breast, grabbing it through her dress. Still too hard, too aggressive, she thought. Then he slid his hand through the fabric of her dress, his soft hand on the tender skin of her breast.
She sighed into his mouth. She wanted to feel someone, and here it was, finally happening for real. Her heart was racing, both excited at what was happening, and hoping Chad was ok, just a few feet away.
Maybe this was enough, she thought to herself. Maybe this would reignite them, get things hot again.
But maybe it would be just as hard next time. Maybe this was her chance.
She reached down, putting her hand on his leg, then sliding up until she felt something firm. He was rock hard. The moment she felt it, she knew she couldn't pass up the chance to go a little further.
Breaking their kiss again, she stared into his eye as she unfastened his pants. A second later, she was reaching in, pulling out his cock.
It was average, in every way. Average length, average thickness. Nothing special, except the fact it was different and new. She slowly stroked him, as he refused to let go of her breast. He was clinging to her.
Sliding back in the seat, Taylor leaned forward. Glancing to the front seat, she saw Chad's eyes locked on her. She could only imagine how turned on he was.
Bending over, she placed her lips on the tip of Mike's dick. Slowly, she opened her mouth, swallowing it. He groaned as she slowly moved up and down, coating it in her spit. Pulling it free, she turned and ran her lips down his shaft, dragging her tongue in the way she knew drove her husband wild. Up and down she kissed it, settling down to suck on his balls.
He was entirely shaved. She'd never thought of such a thing. It was nice, she thought, as she sucked one of his balls into her mouth, jerking his shaft.
Back up she went, putting her lips around it again. She felt a pair of hands on the back of her head, shoving it down.
Taylor could feel herself getting wetter, soaking her panties, as Mike took over, grabbing her hair, directing her up and down. His hips thrust up, violently fucking her mouth. This younger man was completely using her mouth, and she loved it. She only hoped Chad could see what a little slut she was being.
Mike groaned again, and before she had a moment to react, his cock swelled. He shot his load directly into her mouth, holding her head so she had no choice but to take it all. Her cheeks bulged, as it leaked out of her mouth, coating his shaft with his own cum.
When he let go, Taylor sat up, looking at her husband in the mirror. Her mouth was totally full. She didn't know what to do, until they locked eyes. In the most theatrical manner possible, she took a big gulp, swelling his load down.
A moment later, the car pulled to a stop.
"I think this is you," Chad said, innocently.
"I...uh...wanna come up?" Mike stammered, still panting from his orgasm.
"No," Taylor said, pulling her breast back into her dress and patting him on the cock. It was already getting hard again. "Maybe next time. We have to get home."
Mike silently slid out of the car, leaving her alone in the back seat.
She said nothing.
He said nothing.
The car started moving again, and Taylor turned, sitting forward again. Looking at her husband in the mirror, she spread her legs, pulling her panties aside, massing her clit.
It only took a second. She was so wet - so completely, soaking wet - her fingers slipped right in. She moaned, bringing herself to a quick, relief-inducing orgasm.
A few minutes later and they were in their own garage.
"Get her out of here," Taylor demanded, gathering herself in the back seat. The dome light clicked on, as Chad bolted from the car and into the house. Taylor could see a couple drops of cum on the seat of the car, another on her dress. She felt strangely proud - like the strongest, sexiest woman alive - to be going into her own house with a stranger's seed on her.
Dragging herself from the car, she heard the front door close as she entered from the garage. A moment later, her husband appeared in the hallway.
"So, uh..." he said.
Taylor pounced. Pushing him up against the wall, she lowered herself to her knees. Unbuckling his pants, she pulled out her tits, taking his cock in her mouth. She tried to remember exactly what she'd done to Mike. She wanted to give her husband the exact same blowjob.
Chad leaned back against the wall. It only took a moment. He grunted, in the way she knew so well. Grabbing his longer, thicker cock, she made a perfect suction around his tip.
He moaned loudly, as she sucked the cum directly out of his cock. Putting his hand on her head to stead himself, he held on to her as she swallowed every drop.
Leaning back, she looked up at her husband.
"Baby," he panted, "that was the sexiest thing I've ever seen."
Taylor just smiled. They were right back on track.
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