“Still deciding if last night was awesome. Might have to do it again sometime just to make sure.” Wink.
Awesome wasn’t quite how I’d describe it, but only because I hadn’t sufficiently recovered my full vocabulary quite yet.
We talked about the plan for all of us to go out that night, have dinner with some friends of theirs, and then out to a local club to hear some live music. I could hardly wait. I just knew it was going to be a blast.
They picked me up right on time, the food was excellent, but what I was paying attention to the most was their personalities and the way they interacted with their friends. He was jovial and outgoing, she was sexy and flirtatious and quick to smile. I know I didn’t talk a whole lot during dinner. I was too enrapt with the chemistry of the people around me, and not familiar enough with the jokes to jump in, but I wasn’t uncomfortable at all.
Off we went to the club, and couple by couple, some more of their friends begin to arrive. He drank tequila with me, and we all flirted, laughed and enjoyed hanging out with everyone.
For those who know me well enough to party with me, they know that tequila is my cryptonite. It makes me much more outgoing than usual, significantly lowers my inhibitions, and absolutely horny. Not that I wasn’t already, but lets talk about adding fuel to the fire, shall we?
Butterfly and I clicked so well that a casual observer might have thought we’d known each other quite a while. She’s very touchy, as am I, and the more we drank, the touchier we got. Oh, and did I mention that’s she’s HOT?!. Beautiful lips that turn into a gorgeous smile, a smoking body with stunning big boobs, and her eyes twinkle when she laughs.
So here and there she was touching me, then He would touch me, and I was on fire. Funny enough, Butterfly noticed, and laughing, said to me, “I can tell you’re all worked up. Go get Him and take Him out to the car.” Needless to say, I didn’t need to be told twice. I walked through the crowd to where He stood not far away, and took His arm, gently pulling Him forward. “Your wife says I need to take you out the car. Will you come with me?”
Off we went to the car, and into the hundred degree heat. I was hungry. I just wanted to taste Him. In the backseat, I wrapped my lips around the length of Him and savored the feel of His skin on my lips. We weren’t rushed, so at first I took my time, licking every inch of His cock, then lower still, bathing His balls gently with my tongue. I can’t explain exactly what it is about doing this that makes me feel so alive and turned on so deeply, but I know without a doubt that I love every moment of it. At some point the urgency increased and I picked up the pace. Oh, and lest I forget, I adore the way it feels when He wraps His hands into my hair when I’m doing that. After a while I was rewarded with the pulsing of his cock in my hand and the warm, sweet taste of Him as He released Himself into my mouth. That moment… that moment is the one I crave, and having given Him that much pleasure, I smiled.
We straightened ourselves up and went back inside to the beautiful Butterfly, and more tequila. More laughter, more fun, and then suddenly it was time to go.
The drive home was just wow. He and Butterfly in the front seat, me in the back, but I ended up sitting as far forward as I could in the middle to be closer to them. At some point Butterfly was kissing me, or I was kissing her, and then everything just went into overdrive, culminating with me leaned all the way up and over the seats, over her, tasting her body in an almost upside down position. Not surprisingly, she tastes as sweet to me as He does.
Where He makes me quiver with the desire to obey, she does the exact opposite, bringing out in me an aggressiveness that makes me want to devour her.
I am still totally impressed that He managed to keep driving and get us all home in one piece.