Dinner was welcome and delicious. It's too bad I wouldn't be ordering from them again. Just too dangerous. I liked the cum, and Joe had a very unusual cock, but...
Bobby was finishing his dinner and took some shrimp from my plate. I couldn't believe how hungry he was. “You need me to order something else?” I laughed.
He looked up at me with a smile. ”Another quart of that cum, and a pizza.”
”No way you are still hungry,” I said, ”I can probably get the cum for you,” I smirked.
”I never thought I would have liked that so much, but to tell you the truth,” he admitted, ”I couldn't get enough.”
I raised an eyebrow and smiled with a shake of my head. Clearing the dishes, I told him not to worry about it. ”I've done things this weekend, I never thought I would do.”
”I know,” he said, ”And you have way more to lose than I do. The thing that I'm worried about is, am I going to have to start sucking dicks to get what think I'm going to want?”
”You gotta do,” I began the cliche, ”What you gotta do.”
”Well, I'm thinking maybe, you can, every once in a while,” he smirked, ”Get Coach Joe over here and fill me up a jar.”
“We’ll have to think about that,” I said, “There is something else we have to think of right now, though.”
“Yeah, I know. School tomorrow.”
“And,” I said, “My husband is going to be home Tuesday.”
“Oh yeah,” he remembered, “My dad too.”
“We are going to have to play it cool for a couple of weeks,”
”I talked to Dad last night,” Bobby said, ”He thinks they are going back out in five days.”
Looking at Bobby with confusion in my expression, ”Why?”
”They are moving the rig,” he said, ”Going to be an all-hands evolution. They will be gone a month.”
”Oh,” I said, ”Home five days and gone a month. School will be out in a week.”
”We are going to get these tans dark.” Bobby said.
”I was thinking about wearing that dick out,” I said, ”It felt so good in my ass.”
He smiled and said, “It’s going to feel better when you get it in your pussy.”
I looked at him, knowing he could and would do it again tonight if I let him. I wanted him. I wanted him badly.
“I think you are right, ” I said with a wicked smile just as the phone rang.
I was surprised to see my husband's name on the display. “Hey, honey,” I answered.
We chatted for a while when he announced his bad news. I was surprised but these things happened in the oilfield from time to time. At least he wasn't going to be laid off. The conversation shifted to how much we missed each other and even to the naughty talk.
I caught Bobby’s attention as I told my husband how much I missed the taste of his cum. I went on, as I pulled my bathrobe open, to tell him how bad I needed a big cock in my pussy. He returned the indelicate conversation as I put him on speaker and set the phone on the table.
Bobby moved between my knees as I leaned back listening to my husband's dirty banter. The sheen of my wetness glistened between my thighs. Bobby drove his young tongue deep into my sex. The musk of my arousal permeated the air. I softly moaned.
“I can feel your tongue tickle my clit,” I said to the phone.
My husband told me that he was stroking his cock. I could hear the slap of his efforts.
“I want to feel it in me,” I said, looking straight into Bobby’s eyes.
I put a finger to my lips to make sure Bobby remained silent. He smiled as he stood and pushed his shorts to the floor. His massive cock stood hard and proud, bobbing with each heartbeat. He stepped forward and I took him into my mouth and moaned loudly. My husband did the same, thinking I was masturbating along with him.
Bobby gently pulled my head to him, forcing his beautiful meat deeper into my throat. “Mmm, yeah,” I moaned softly, “Fuck my mouth.”
“Yes,” my husband hissed over the phone.
Bobby slowly pushed his hard cock in and out of my mouth. I sucked him for all I was worth. In a moment of pure lust, I pulled his hips. His eleven-inch dick slipped all the way in. I held him there as long as I could. I was losing control.
I heard my husband begin to stroke faster. He was getting close. I pushed Bobby back and whispered into the phone, “Slow down, baby. Let's make it last. Bobby stood silently, his cock bouncing to his pulse in my face. I leaned back and pinched my nipples, moaning as he watched.
My legs were spread wide and my wet pussy on display. I watched Bobby kneel between my thighs, his cock pointed at my sex. I watched his cock as he took it in his hand and stroked me, his other hand on my knee. His eyes were fixed on my dripping pussy as he masturbated.
Bobby surprised me by leaning in, rubbing his big cockhead up and down my slit. Slowly and teasingly he continued his ministrations. My body trembled at the naughtiness of this young high school student doing his best to make me cum while I was on the phone with my husband.
I could tell he was growing harder, and more impatient. His motion stopped at the entrance of my soaking pussy. He just held it there for a few seconds then started to push forward, spreading my pussy lips with the huge head of his young cock. I held my breath. This was the moment of truth. His cockhead pushed into my pussy.
“Mmm, oh fuck yes,” I moaned, “Just like that, baby.”
“Mrs. Williams,” followed a loud knock on the front door. Startled, we jumped to our feet.
“Who was that?” my husband asked.
“It’s Mr. Bozeman,” I answered, “Perfect fucking timing.”
“Get rid of him,” hubby laughed.
“You know he won't just leave,” I responded, “He is so fucking nosey.”
“Answer the door naked,” he laughed, “He will run like a scalded cat.”
“Don't tempt me, hon,” I answered, “I'm in just the mood to do it.”
“I dare you,” he nudged.
Another knock on the door, ”Mrs. Williams.”
“Coming,” I yelled, “I'm in the shower.”
“Now he knows you are naked. Answer the door naked and let him fuck you,” Hubby teased, “I dare you.”
I picked the phone up as Bobby grinned, then walked to the door. “Just remember,” I told my husband, “You asked for it. If he wants to fuck, I'm going to fuck him.”
Bobby hid behind the door as I eased it open a bit, hiding behind it myself. “Hey, Mr. Bozeman,” I said, peeping around the door, “Is everything okay?”
He went on about seeing the restaurant delivery car earlier and wanted to know if it was good. I absently, but purposefully let my left tit slip from behind the door. I saw his eyes travel down to say hi as I told him about the food. “I have a menu from them if you want it,” I said.
“Uh, yeah, that would be great,” he answered, not bothering to look up.
“It's in the car,” I smiled, “Let me get my keys.” Bobby was hiding behind the door fingering my pussy from behind. I pushed his hand away stealthily then walked to the kitchen table.
Bobby slowly pulled the door open, giving old Bozeman clear access to watch me. Still ogling me, he smiled as I walked back to the door. “Sorry I flashed you, Mr. Bozeman,” I smiled as I walked past him and out the door, not bothering to hide my naked body, “I was just about to get in the shower when you knocked.”
He smiled and said not to worry about the flash, “Just don't mention it to Mrs. Bozeman.”
“Of course,” I smiled as I unlocked the car door and said, “It'll be our little secret.”
I laughed as I leaned into the car searching for the menu. I lifted one knee onto the seat, spreading my legs as much as I could in the little Nissan. I knew he had a perfect view of my wet pussy. “It's in here somewhere. Give me a few minutes.”
“Take as long as you need, hon.”
“I bet you are getting a great view from back there,” I said with a laugh.
“It's not bad,” he agreed with a chuckle of his own.
I dug around, taking my time, acting as if I couldn't find the menu. Bending further into the car, my ass higher than my head, I put my right hand on the inside of my thigh, rubbing it slowly up and down. It was dark out but my house floodlights had my car lit up brightly. If anyone was out, they surely would see. I pushed my hand up, covering my pussy in fake modesty. My middle finger pressed onto my pink asshole.
“You didn't have to cover that on my account, ” Bozeman laughed.
I smiled over my shoulder at him, his cock pushed at his zipper, “You like my pussy, Mr. Bozeman?”
“I think it's pretty, angel.”
“That's sweet. Thanks,” I smiled naughtily. I pulled my hand lower, exposing my little peach. Feeling a bit on the daring side, I pushed my middle finger deep into my sex. “Just don't tell Mrs. Bozeman. Right?”
He nodded in agreement, watching my finger slide into my depths. His eyes were fixed on my pussy. “Do you want to see me open it?”
“Yes.”
I turned around and sat, legs spread wide, facing him. I placed the fingers of both hands on either side of my pussy. My husband was still listening quietly on speaker. I pulled my pussy lips open, smiling sexily at him. “Do you like my pussy?”
“Yes.”
His cock pressed hard against the front of his trousers. “Are you going to fuck hour wife tonight?”
“She doesn't fuck.”
“You want to fuck me don't you?”
“Yes.”
“My husband would kill us, ” I frowned, “But, it would probably be fun.”
I smiled and held up the menu. He smiled and took it. “Don't tell Mrs. Bozeman.”
We parted and walked to our respective homes.
“That was fucking hot,” hubby said when I closed the door, “You're fucking crazy.”
We talked for a while then said our goodbyes.
Bobby seemed to want to continue our adventure but I was tired and school would be early tomorrow. “But I have some good news,” I announced, “They are not coming home tomorrow.”
