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Sinful Hotwife Urges
(Thomas Roberts)

"Say you want to get to know him first," Ethan said.



"You've got a hardon," I said, seeing how his pants bulged over his swollen dick. "This is doing it for you, isn't it?"



Ethan put his hand on my thigh, high under my dress to touch my aching pussy. "It's doing something for you, too."



I shuddered at his touch. "One of you should fuck me soon."



"Go back, talk to him some more."



"He says it's too soon; we don't know anything about you," I said as I sat back on the barstool. Rocko moved to stand between my legs and spread my dress wide to hide us from anyone looking. He pulled me to the front edge of the stool and touched my painfully aroused pussy with the fat bulge in his pants.



Rocko said, "Unzip me."



"You want me to unzip your pants?"



"Yes, and pull out my cock."



"Oh, God."



His cock wasn't pretty, but it was fully engorged, huge, and so thick my fingers wouldn't touch when I wrapped my hand around it. I jacked him as we talked, my actions hidden by my dress until I moaned out loud when I accidentally touched the head of his enormous cock to my clit.



"Are you okay, miss?" the bartender asked.



"Tell him what happened," Rocko insisted.



I looked at him dumbly before saying, "I accidentally touched my clitoris with his big cock, and it made me ... jump."



"Yeah, that'll happen," I couldn't tell if the bartender believed me.



"Do it again," Rocko ordered.



"Do what again?"



"Rub my cock on your clit."



I glanced at the shiny menu holder. Ethan had his raincoat pulled over his lap and was staring intently at me. His raincoat was moving in small jerks.



"He's jacking-off, isn't he?" Rocko asked.



"Yes."



"He really does want to watch me fuck you, doesn't he?"



"I believe he does."



I squeezed my eyes tightly shut when his cock touched my clitoris again. "Put it inside."



"What?" I asked distractedly.



"Put my cock in your vagina," Rocko ordered. A crowd of people were walking past, shielding me from Ethan. His name had been called for a table sometime before, but he'd ignored it.



"You're going to fuck me right here at the bar?" I ran the head of his cock around my hole.



"Yes, I'm going to fuck you right here. But first, you're going to ask me to fuck you," Rocko moved a tiny amount closer to me, and the head of his cock touched the outside of my hole.



"Oh God ... oh shit ... do that again," I said.



"Do what?"



"Fuck me, please fuck me Rocko," 



Another step closer, and his cock stretched my pussy open. My left hand made a tight fist.



"Stroke your clit," Rocko ordered while pushing his cock deeper inside me in the middle of a crowded New York bar. I did as he ordered.



"When you come, keep looking at your husband."