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contact with Steve even as the stickiness in my panties reminded me of the evening's entertainment that currently seemed a lifetime ago.

"I went to The Swinging Pig this evening", I answered evenly, knowing Steve would know the club and the reputation it had acquired locally as a swinger's bar.

Steve nodded slowly as his face crumpled in despair.

"And...", he asked.

"I met a guy, we danced a little", I continued steadily, attempting to keep any emotion from my voice.

"And...?" he croaked again.

"Steve, you don't want to...", I began but he cut me off with another more forceful "AND?"

I nodded slowly at him, my mind made up.

"We danced slowly; the floor was crowded. He was a shit dancer but he ran his strong fingers up and down my spine, stopping just above the curve of my arse. You know how I like that. He pulled me closer, allowing one hand to fondle a cheek through my dress and as I pressed against him, I could feel his cock was stiff. We danced for a few minutes, teasing each other until I was wet enough down there that my knickers started to stick to my pussy."

I stopped to gather my thoughts and perhaps reassess my honesty strategy but Steve, who now had his eyes closed tightly, gestured for me to continue.

"The guy leaned close to my ear and told me his super-power was his sense of smell. He told me he could smell my juicy cunt, that he knew that he could slide his cock into me right that second because I was so wet and ready. He told me I reeked so strongly of a bitch in heat that he was surprised there wasn't a line of guys waiting to have their turn with me too."

"The thing is Steve", I confessed ashamedly, "Is that not only had he been able to smell my already wet cunt, the idea of being viewed by him as an animal in heat made me even wetter. He just grinned at me knowingly as he took me by the hand and led me from the bar."

"Despite the fact the carpark was fairly-well lit, he slipped a hand up my dress and down the back of my panties and fondled my arse as we walked to where his car was parked. He'd led me to the passenger side and I expected him to open the door for me but instead he pushed me against the side of the car, pulled my knickers to one side and thrust his cock deep into me. I gasped loudly at the sudden roughness of his actions but he had been right on the dance floor and I was ready to be fucked with no further fore play or lubrication. He thrust against me a couple of times and I had just arched my back to press my arse against him before he chuckled deeply and withdrew his dick.

"Just proving a point", he chuckled again, "You are hot to trot tonight, you really are in heat."

I bridled at the repeated implication this time but as I considered a suitable reply, he dropped to his knees and buried his face against my arse. Both his hands were on my hips, holding my skirt at waist level and he used his teeth to pull my knickers over my arse before using his lips and tongue to eat both my vagina and arsehole."

I glanced again at Steve and was surprised to see the palm of his hand resting heavily on the protruding mound of his erect cock in his jeans. I too was growing excited as I retold my latest conquest and the thought that I was making my husband horny just added to the thrill. I thought briefly of going to Steve and jerking him off as I finished the story but I had come straight from my encounter and I was unsure how he would react to pubic hair and panties stiff and sticky with a stranger's semen. Instead, I sat silently on one of the chairs and began to finger my swelling clit through my knickers as I continued.

"The guy was fucking good and his tongue pushed so deep into my cunt that I would have cum if he'd kept going a few more minutes. Instead, an older couple walked chatting loudly towards the car and Ben stood up then, roughly smoothing my dress back over my arse. He didn't turn me around though and it would have been obvious to them both what was happening."

"The guy...now Ben", I heard Steve mutter, eyes still closed as his fingers massaged the cock that now protruded from the zip of his jeans.

It had been six months since we had stopped working on our relationship and many months more since we had seen each other naked and the sight of his wagging cock, the tip shiny and bulbous, sent another spasm through my body and I slipped my underwear completely off, raised my dress up to my hips and spread my legs to allow Steve an unobstructed view and my fingers unfettered access.

"I wanted him to go down on me again but he guided his dick back into my cunt, much gentler this time and began to thrust slowly but deeply into me, forceful enough to have me pinned against the car with each stroke. He wrapped one of his arms across the front of my shoulders and pulled me far enough from the side of the car to allow his other hand to grab greedily at my tits."

"I came first, I confessed quietly as I looked at Steve's hand and cock and realised, he too was close to orgasm. He chuckled when he felt me stiffen and then spasm against him but he fucked me for another 30 seconds or more, squeezing my tits increasingly painfully as he thrust with rapidly increasing speed. He exploded inside me a second later and I swear he seemed to cum for ever. He was biting on my right shoulder to keep from moaning and by the time he stopped ejaculating, I could feel his surplus cum sliding down one thigh."

I stopped speaking as the memory spurred my own modest climax and I bought my knees together, glancing at Steve just in time to see his sticky semen flow over the knuckles of his clenched fist.

I sat in silence as I considered both my night with Ben and now mutually masturbating for the first time in years with my husband.

"Did you go home with him?", Steve asked as he stared owlishly at my exposed vagina and I just knew he was trying to determine what were my juices and what might be the remnants of Ben.

"No", I replied quietly, "I'd had enough of him by then. Just before he ejaculated in me, I heard him mutter that my husband needs to find a better way to keep his bitch at home while she's in heat."

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