At around the age of fifty, you would have thought that any hormones left in this ageing body, would be less than raging and that it would be hard to coax the old willy into spontaneous life, especially in a car park, at ten thirty at night, on a cold November’s evening. Not so on this occasion.

At times, my partner and I have fun with other couples, it’s called swinging, and on this occasion we met Brigitte and Steve for a drink one evening at a fairly local pub. It was our first meet and we had agreed that it would be just for fun, and socialising, to see whether we would get on.

As it happened, we got on very well. The evening flew by and we soon had to make our way to the car park and into our respective cars for the drive home. It was one of those situations where we were sorry that we had not made further arrangements; the spontaneity throughout the evening was just right, but home we had to go.

It was Brigitte’s that started us off as we walked to the car, and I was the target.

“It would be a shame wouldn’t it?” said Brigitte, as we all approached my car.

“What would be a shame?” I retorted.

“That we all go home without a quick feel.” Brigitte giggled at her own words.

I laughed. “That’s naughty,” I said, and I could see my partner Melissa smile and pout at the same time.

“However, seeing as it’s you, I suppose I can let you into my trousers for a quick feel.”

Brigitte stepped towards me and unzipped my jeans. I didn’t need to help her out with my pants as I had gone commando that evening. Maybe that’s what started it. I wouldn’t put it past Melissa, to tell Brigitte that I didn’t have much on underneath. Brigitte eased her hand into the opening of my jeans and wrapped it around my cock. At the time, it was a small cock, but I knew it would grow. I watched the smile on her face develop as she massaged it, squeezing and tugging on it, encouraging it to get bigger.

We stood there and chatted, like ordinary people, passing the time in the late evening and saying goodbye to each other until the next time.

“Why don’t you slip your hand up here?” Brigitte asked.

She lifted her hand and placed it on my shoulder. She was wearing a Caftan which had very large arm holes. I did as I was told and soon I found my hands on her very large breast. I stroked it with my hand and cupped it; I could feel the weight of her breast in my hand and I placed my finger and thumb so that I could caress and squeeze her nipple. Her nipples surprised me, they were large too.

I looked at Melissa, “these breasts are gorgeous, you’re gonna love these,” I told her, “come and have a feel.”

Melissa and Steve, up to that point, were having a normal conversation while watching the smile develop on Brigitte’s face. Brigitte was concentrating on talking to Melissa and Steve as she tugged on my cock. We were desperately trying not to attract unwanted attention to ourselves while we chatted next to the car. Brigitte’s smile and occasional giggling were the only things that gave her actions away. It was playful banter and suggestive flirting, nothing more than that. It was immense fun and I was really enjoying it. Every now and then, Brigitte would tell Steve, or Melissa, how nice my cock felt, and how big it was growing.

Melissa, for some reason, declined my invitation to come and feel Brigitte’s breasts, and she didn’t even start to feel Steve’s cock either. Both of them just formed a cordon around us as we chatted; the car shielded us from the main road, on our other side.

With my cock extremely pumped up and erect inside my trousers, Brigitte started to pull harder on it. “Much more of that and you’re gonna have sticky fingers,” I told Brigitte, matter-of-factly.

That was when her demeanour changed.

Apparently, I did not catch on to some of the conversations in the pub earlier, and I missed the really important one, where Melissa and Brigitte talked about what pressed their buttons the most. I would hazard a guess that Steve and I must have been talking about cars at the time.

It seemed like I had just pressed one of Brigitte’s biggest buttons. Melissa took a sharp intake of breath when I mentioned sticky fingers. I watched as Melissa’s gaze went straight to Brigitte’s face and then to her hand.

“Come on then, let it go, all over me if you want to,” urged Brigitte. I looked into her eyes as she squeezed my cock – hard. In the short space of time, from uttering those words, even I could see that she had become wanton. The horniness in her words matched the urgency of her actions. Her hand pumped my cock a lot faster than it had previously.

Brigitte leant into me a little closer, “Come on, spunk in my hand,” she urged.

I wanted to. I could see that Melissa wanted me to as well. I even looked at Steve for reassurance and he was just smiling; watching Brigitte’s hand pump my cock from inside my jeans. Her shoulder was jerking so fast with her exertions, that it made her tits jiggle. Steve leant in to whisper something to Melissa but I could not catch what it was. I did notice the smile on her face as she looked me in the eye. I made eye contact with Melissa as Brigitte urged me closer to my release. I was desperate to know what was said. Fuck, I wanted this so much. My gaze flew from one person to the next. I eventually looked into Brigitte’s eyes and saw the desperation on her face. Her lower lip had dropped, she was talking under her breath; though I only caught the odd word now and then.

“Give it, give it,” she said.

I started to breathe heavily. My legs had straightened and stiffened, as they often do when I’m close, and I concentrated on the feelings she was giving me.

I found myself gritting my teeth, “If I come, it’s in your mouth,” I told her.

From the change it brought about in her, it seemed another button had been pressed. “Tell me when,” she said.

I uttered a few expletives as she pulled on my cock. Brigitte never let up for a second. Melissa and Steve were transfixed at our exhibitionism, right there in the car park.

“Give it, Give it,” urged Brigitte with every other breath and every other upward stroke of her hand, “I fucking want this, give it to me.”

Her words intoxicated me. Her actions were so wanton, depraved and horny, all at the same time. She turned me on unreservedly. I even caught Melissa telling me to give it to her under her breath. The only person that seemed unaffected by the whole affair was Steve. He was the only one that kept his composure. Everyone else was in the moment, part of the action, whether it was physical or mental. The tormented look on Melissa’s face was a picture. It was the kind of look where she desperately wanted something to happen but had no power to make it happen. Her whole essence was egging me on and her face told me that.

Brigitte had leant right into me with her shoulder and was pumping my cock at a phenomenal speed with her fist. She was breathing heavily, her mouth formed a pout and I know she was willing my spunk out of my balls and up my shaft.

I placed my hand on Brigitte’s head and pushed her down, “Get down on it, now!”

As she dropped to the level of my cock, she wrenched it out and brought it downwards to the level of her mouth before covering it with her lips. It only took one quick suck of her lips, associated with one last tug on my cock, and I was pumping my spunk into her mouth; between her lovely red lips. It was all I could do to stop myself from crying out with the sheer pleasure of it. The immense warmth of her mouth was a blessing on that cold night.

“Fuck, that’s horny.” The words came from Melissa as her hand suddenly squeezed my buttocks.

My hand caressed the back of Brigitte’s head, encircling her hair as I emptied my balls into her loving mouth. Each time a spurt left my cock, I clenched my buttocks, sucking in my stomach at the same time, and letting out a subdued gasp through clenched teeth.

I looked at Melissa as I felt the last drop seep into Brigitte’s mouth. Melissa was staring down at Brigitte as she sucked everything out of me. Melissa was shaking her head in disbelief at Brigitte’s horny actions. Brigitte never once took her mouth away from my cock. I could only assume she was swallowing it all.

That was another button press for me.

After I shared my last drop, Brigitte stood up. I looked her in the eye and smiled. She giggled, held her hand under her chin, but said nothing.

“Mmm, mmm, mmm,” she made sounds while pointing to her mouth.

My jaw dropped open as I realised, as we all realised, that Brigitte’s mouth was still full.

Brigitte almost tripped over as she stepped closer to Melissa, she put her hands around her head and pulled her close. Their lips met, their mouths opened and I could see cum slip from the corner of Melissa’s mouth as they kissed. The two girls shared my spunk for only a few moments. Then Brigitte turned to me.

I was no stranger to my own spunk as Melissa had often done the same to me. Her ethos was, that if she was to swallow, then I shouldn’t be afraid to share it either. I guess it worked both ways. I kissed Brigitte and tasted myself on her lips and tongue, although she didn’t squirt any of it into my own mouth, though I wouldn’t have been afraid if she had.

As Brigitte stepped away from me, she pulled her dress away from the front and dipped her head. I watched as the remnants of my spunk dripped from her mouth, and onto her cleavage. Brigitte then cupped both her breasts and rubbed them together, smiling profusely.

It was a dirty act to see, but I loved her for doing it. Brigitte smiled as she massaged my spunk into her cleavage until she was satisfied that it would stay where it was.

She turned to Steve, “Something for you later,” she told him.

I eventually stuffed my still hard cock back into my trousers, and once more we said our goodbyes, until the next time. Melissa and I stood by the car as we watched Brigitte and Steve walk to theirs, get into it and drive off.

With an enthusiastic wave of their hands, Brigitte and Steve left us to contemplate our next meeting with them.

As we waved goodbye, Melissa turned to me, “I think I’m due a fucking good licking when we get home.”

“More than that,” I replied.

I opened the car door for Melissa to get in. Thoughts raged through my head about what had just happened. The change in Brigitte’s attitude was intense, she switched from playful to downright dirty, in a matter of seconds. It was such a wonderful sight to behold and to be a part of.

As I drove home, I couldn’t stop thinking about my dried cum on Brigitte’s breasts and how Steve’s face would be forced between them as soon as they got through their front door.

For the short journey home, which was no more than ten minutes, Melissa’s never took her hand off my cock. She confessed to me, as we got out of the car, that she had already felt Brigitte’s tits when they went to the girl’s room together. Melissa also confessed that she was nearly caught when a young girl burst in to use the loo. Fortunately, she was quick enough to rip her hand from inside the caftan just in time. The story was all I needed to hear. I opened the front door to our house and pushed Melissa inside. If I was sure of one thing that evening, it was that she was going to get the fuck of her life within the next few minutes.