Sarah’s NIght Out

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Sarah’s NIght OutMy name is Sarah, 33 and married to Dan for six years now. We have a good relationship, and are comfortable rather than well off. We both have careers, Dan as an IT engineer, and I work in an office, organising work for a small team in a book warehouse.We have been thinking of starting a family, but want to wait until we have a place of our own. We are still living with my Mum, which is OK, and it does mean we can save up for a house deposit, but it is a little restricting on our social lives, and our sex life is beginning to flag under the strain.You’re probably interested to know that I am blonde (sort of honey blonde actually, but I do enrich my hair colour a little), shorter than shoulder length, considered quietly attractive, and slim but not thin if you know what I mean, size ten 34c-24-35, which I suppose means my tits are my best asset as far as you men are concerned.I have more time on my hands than Dan, as he often works away with his job, so I have lots of evenings to myself. I came upon this swinging site a few months ago, and enjoy reading the stories on here, although I never expected to be writing one myself.We often go out to the pub at the weekends with a group of friends, and three weeks ago, Dan and four of his mates, and me and three of my girl friends descended on a pub about a mile away from our house.The evening was lively, with live music and some dancing a conservatory adjacent to the lounge bar. By ten oclock, the boys (sitting around the next table) were well oiled, while us girls were giggly and a little tipsy. Adjourning to the toilets, one of the girls suggested we all go “commando”, and to ensure we all complied, we had to swap panties on the way back to our table. I put Lucy’s thong in my bag, and gave her mine.Another round of drinks, and we were whispering naughty things between us, wondering what the boys would say if they knew.Derek, one of Dan’s mates, then announced that he was off to another bar where they sometimes have a stripper. All the lads decided this was a good idea, but we girls preferred to stay put (the stripper was female otherwise we would certainly have gone with them).Off they went, and we carried on drinking and chatting.The pub was busy but not crowded, and I noticed one of our neighbours, Uncle Ben, at the bar. He is not really my uncle, salihli escort but he is known as Uncle Ben by one and all in our street.Being sociable, I called to him and waved a hello. He saw me and grinned, and raised his glass in greeting, but didn’t come over to speak. I didn’t know Uncle Ben very well, we had spoken a few times, he was retired and while old he had looked after himself well, wasn’t fat, no beer belly, a full head of hair – now mostly salt rather than pepper coloured. I thought him rather shy, so I wasn’t surprised he declined to join a loud group of girls, then I noticed his wife Jacky sat on her own the other side of the bar, and – sure enough – Ben walked back to her carrying drinks.The evening progressed, and more drinks were downed.Lucy was now quite tipsy, and we all agreed it would be best if she was taken home. Sandra and Belle, my other two friends said they would get a taxi and take Lucy home – they all lived near each other, but in the opposite direction from our house.Sandra asked if I wanted the taxi to drop me off first and then take them home, but I declined, and said I would walk. Off they went a few minutes later and I was left to finish my drink.I looked around the bar and noticed Ben and Jacky were still there; Ben was making his pint last, while Jacky had a couple of shorts glasses in front of her. He saw me looking and smiled, picked up his pint, said something to Jacky and came to my table.“Where are your friends, Sarah? Have they left you all alone?“Yes, Lucy was a bit the worse for wear, so they have taken her home.”He sat down next to me. “That’s a shame for you, but I have got my car here if you want a lift home.”It had started to rain, so I was relieved at his offer, and accepted.“How about one for the road?” He asked, and before I could reply he was off to the bar.He make a sign to Jacky and she walked (a little unsteadily) across to my table.He returned with my drink and another for Jacky, and we toasted each other.We chatted about this and that, then Jacky said “Have to visit the ladies.” And off she went.Uncle Ben was not handsome, but nevertheless he was nice and kind and friendly, and he complemented me on my dress (red, skin tight, above the knee).“Yes, thank you Uncle, it’s my favourite, and looks nicer turgutlu escort without a pantie line.” He almost spilled his pint, and I flushed – I had never meant to say that.“So, no knickers then.” And he laughed, and he looked down and – to my astonishment – ran his hand lightly up my leg and over my dress to my waist.“Can’t tell.” He whispered in my ear.I busied myself sipping my drink, and could not think what to say, but I sensed my juices beginning to flow.“Do you always go out “commando”? Ben quietly asked, and I found myself explaining the girl’s dare before I really thought. I was now definitely wet between the legs.Jacky returned and we finished our drinks. As we walked out to the car park, Jacky – evidently the worse for wear – felt unsteady – fresh air had its usual effect. Ben put his arm around her and helped her to the car.“Open the rear door for me would you Sarah? We’ll put her in the back, she’ll be fast asleep any minute.” Ben – who was now holding Jacky steady with both hands – gestured to his trouser pocket, obviously wanting me to get his car keys.I reached into his deep pocket, my hand disappearing. No keys, but I suddenly felt something else prodding into the pocket lining – his manhood, he had an erection and it was rubbing along my fingers.“Oh, sorry Sarah, the keys are in the other pocket.” Ben was grinning at me, he had felt my fingers on his cock all right.I fetched the keys from his other pocket with no further contact with his erection, but my mind would not focus on anything but his cock and knowing it was hard for me.Between us, we unlocked the car and put Jacky in the back, lying the length of the seat.Ben was a perfect gentleman and opened the passenger door for me.He got in and started the engine. “Better put your seat belt on.” I reached around for the belt, and suddenly Uncle Ben reached across me “Let me help you with that”.His strong hands were on mine as he slowly pulled the belt across me, brushing over my tits. He turned and glanced to the back seat, but Jacky was out of it.“No bra either!” he laughed.The car moved off and we drove slowly back to the house. We had to stop at traffic lights, and as we waited his left hand rested on my knee, I felt all tingly and opened my legs a little. His hand moved up to my erdemli escort stocking tops, he paused for a moment, as if waiting for me to clamp my legs together or maybe to slap his hand away, but I didn’t. His hand then continued its journey, and his fingers arrived at my slit, by now sopping wet and open, my dress crumpled up around my thighs.The lights changed and Ben had to change gear, but his hand soon returned, and he gently probed by pussy. “Mmmm, nice and smooth too!” He had realised that I was shaven.We arrived at his house with his fingers still exploring me. He stopped and parked the car. I found myself saying “You will need a hand with Jacky”. He didn’t reply, but walked around the car, opened my door.We woke Jacky and marched her up to their front door, Ben opened the door and in we went.“Can we get her upstairs?” asked Ben, and so the next few minutes were spent getting Jacky up the stairs and into bed.I helped Ben undress her as she was half asleep. Eventually Jacky lay naked on the bed, when she moaned “Come on Ben, it’s time to fuck.”Jacky’s left hand pulled on Ben’s flies, and although she appeared drunk, she had his cock out in a flash. She raised her head and pulled Ben by his cock towards her, his member disappearing into her mouth. I just stood and watched, transfixed, watching Jacky suck on the cock I had felt only minutes before.Suddenly I was aware of Ben’s gaze, and I flushed, he had felt up my tits in the car, and I was warm all over.Ben leaned forward across the bed toward me, his hands reached for my breasts, and he cupped them tightly.Ben smiled at me and then his tongue was in my mouth, and I could taste his beer. Without thinking I pushed my tongue back, and we were now full on locked in a deep kiss.I felt his hands free from my breasts and then around my shoulders, skilfully unzipping my dress – which fell to the floor.Ben stood upright, gazing on my naked breasts, when his eyes dropped to my muff, and his face light up into a lovely smile.He shook off his clothes, Jacky had to let his cock go free, and he stepped out of this trousers.Naked, Ben gently stepped over his wife and lay next to her while making room for me to lay next to him.Jacky took his cock in her hand, “Come on Sarah, it’s your turn.” As she held Ben’s member pointing it towards my face.I sat on the bed, and slowly bent forward, resting my hands on Ben’s torso, my mouth approached his helmet, shining at me like a beacon, and then I flashed my tongue and tasted him. In no time I had his full length in my mouth, filling me, as Ben reached under me grasping my left breast, teasing my now erect nipple in his fingers.To be continued……

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