My God, she is hot. Jacquie was standing alone in a crowd of donors at a fundraiser. She scanned the cavernous room looking for anyone she knew when she saw me staring at her. We both smiled and I elbowed over.
She is my good friend’s wife. How he ended up with her I’ll never know. Money perhaps? It was a mystery because she was out of his league.
“Hi Jacquie, is John with you?”
“No. He’s away on business this weekend. Are you here with anyone?”
“No, I’m running solo. Again. Being single sometimes blows.”
I was taking Jacquie in. She is a stunning thirty-three-year-old woman, but tonight she was extra breathless. Standing a slender 5’7” with brown, straight, shoulder-length hair, a tight and shapely ass, and breasts that were perfect for her size, 34C, she owned the room. To show off her body she was wearing silky fishnet stockings and a red cocktail dress with a hemline that was short, but not slutty short, and heels that gave her calves definition.
I’m no slouch, but at fifty years old, my hair is graying and thinning and my 5’11” body is scarred from a life of physical work, mostly overseas for the government. I’m a hands-on type of guy.
“Would you like something to drink,” I asked?
“White wine would be lovely,” she said. She watched me walk away and I soon had two drinks in hand.
Walking back through the crowd I could see she was texting. “Is everything alright?” I asked.
“Yes. John was wondering if I am at the fundraiser and who was here. I let him know I got lucky and ran into you, my defacto date.”
I handed her the wine, we toasted, and a few seconds later her phone rang. It was clearly John.
“I’m wearing my red cocktail dress and heels. I look great.”
“Yes, Frank thinks I look great too,” she said with a wink. “Take a guess,” she answered. “No. No. Yes. Panties are always optional, right?”
Holy fuck. My ears perked up at that. She was looking at me, almost laughing, as I stared back, slightly bewildered.
“I am pretty sure Frank thinks I look pretty hot,” she told him. I was nodding. A few seconds later, “Well, I’m not sure, but I bet so.” Pause. “Ok, here he is,” and then she handed me the phone. “John wants to talk to you.”
“Hey, John.”
“Does Jacquie look hot?”
“Absolutely.”
“Do you want to fuck her? I’m serious, would you fuck her?”
I could not believe what I was hearing. I paused a second and stammered, “I would definitely fuck her. She is the hottest woman in the room.”
“You have my permission, now hand the phone back to Jacquie.”
“Ok, sweetie.”
“I love you too.”
“I will.”
“Bye.”
She hung up and put the phone in her purse without saying a word. She grabbed my hand and led me out of the room and down a hallway.
“You better fuck me, I need it. And I’ve wanted to fuck you for years,” she said matter-of-factly. We were now alone in the hall.
“Kiss me,” she ordered. And I did. I grabbed her head and kissed her deeply, our tongues dancing. She reached down and palmed the bulge in my pants and chuckled. “Oh my. What do we have here? You better fuck me with that big cock, and soon,” she whispered.
We saw the bathroom at the same time and she quickly led me through the door, locking it. We kissed hard, my hands on her breast, another on her ass. As I was trying to push us together, she was fighting to get my belt undone, then my zipper down. My cock sprang out and she left my clutches as she kneeled down and immediately swallowed all of my meat.
She sucked with abandon, feasting on my hardness, sucking and twirling her tongue on the head and then swallowing me whole. Bobbing her head up and down she grabbed my balls and gently squeezed them. I put my fingers through her hair and face fucked her. She gagged and spit ran down her chin. Her free hand slid down and she fingered herself, moaning on my cock.
After a few minutes, she grabbed my shaft, stroked it, looked up and said, “Fuck me, I need you to fuck me.”
I lifted her dress and saw she was wearing a garter belt to hold up her stockings and no panties. Just a smooth, shaved pussy. My cock was aimed at her wet slit. She pulled me in and kissed me hungrily. “Just give it to me,” she demanded.
The head of my cock slipped past her swollen lips and my entire length impaled her. I freed a breast from her dress and bit on her nipple. She held my head and groaned.
She leaned back on the sink to brace herself as I thrust into her, again and again. She took one hand and stroked her clit furiously. I was pounding her with all I had. My ass was tensed, my cock was full, thick and engorged, and I was fucking the most beautiful woman on the planet. Her juices ran down my cock and her leg. She kept fingering her clit and exclaimed, “I’m going to cum Frank! Fuck! Yes! I’m going to cum all over your cock.”
“I’m going to cum too!”
“Cum inside me Frank! Breed me! Fill me with your cum!”
She started to quiver and I felt her pussy grab my cock. “I’m cumming. Oh God, don’t stop!”
I forcefully thrust up and shot streams of semen into her womb. “Fuuuuck!” I grunted.
I was gripping her tight and held on for a few extra moments. My pulse was racing and I was damp with sweat.
“That was amazing, Frank. I always imagined it would be good, but this was incredible.”
“I never thought I would ever fuck you. Masturbate to you, yes, but actually fuck you? That was never possible.”
“Let’s get out of here,” she said. “We’ve got an entire weekend to plan.”
