I (M 40) fucked a woman (29) at a brewery. Not my wife…or my GF.

My wife and I had decided to go on a double date. The couple we were with was a little younger, she was 29, but they fun to hang out with. We had gone to a local brewery and were having some good conversation when I said I needed to go to the bathroom. I actually needed a second to text my girlfriend to tell her how bored I was and how much I needed her lips wrapped around my cock.

I found a closet and started typing when suddenly the door opened. Shit! But it wasn’t my wife or a brewery worker. It was our friend— a slim, sexy, Latina with a tight ass and surprisingly big tits.

“What are you doing,” she asked slyly, standing over top of me.

I started to ask why she was there, but I knew. There had always been sexual tension between us, and our conversation at the table about sexual things had only heightened that tension. Not to mention the time we sexted, how sexy and hot it was. I knew she had a naughty side to her church going public persona. She stepped into me, spreading her legs ever so slightly as she did.

It was wild. I was already having another affair, and now, sitting on the floor of this closet, tucked away in the back corner of the brewery her small, tight, sexy Latina body was inches from my face. It was an urge I couldn’t ignore.

I lifted her skirt and ran my tongue up her inner thigh. I could feel the heat of her pussy as I got close. She sighed and let out a quiet moan. I used my tongue to push aside her lace panties, touching the tip of her soaked lips with the tip of my tongue. She whispered my name and begged me to eat her out. One other time she had told me she had never had her pussy eaten. That was about to change.

When my tongue slid across her labia, I felt her hands grab the back of my head. Her fingernails slid across my scalp as she pushed my head tighter to her soaking pussy. She needed my tongue on her clit.

Reaching my hands up and grabbing her tight ass, I pulled her in and ran my tongue over her warm, throbbing clit. Over and over again, lapping it like I was licking an ice cream cone. She gasped. Her hands pressed against the wall, she struggled to stay upright. Her pussy tasted amazing, sweet, like honey dripping onto my face. I was tasting the nectar of the gods.

My tongue flicked and swirled her clit, her moans in sync with each move. Her body was relaxing now; her mind no longer worried about getting caught. Her only focus was on the way my tongue was working her starving clit. Using my tongue to spell out her name in cursive on her sensitive button, she started panting. She struggled to keep her moans muffled.

“Keep doing that,” she whispered, “I’m gonna’ cum”. She didn’t need to tell me that, I could feel it in her body.

I squeezed her ass cheeks and created a suction around her clit, with my tongue rolling rhythmically over it, I felt her legs start to shake. She started panting, breathing heavily, trying to silence her moans. She let out a squeal, something like “oh fuck”, but her mind was scrambled and it didn’t come out clearly. I reached up to cover her mouth, and her body tensed tight as a board. She stopped breathing for a second, then let out a loud gasp as her pussy juice spilled onto my face.

She shook violently and grabbed the back of my head, non-verbally begging me not to stop. My tongue kept working her sensitive clit as she gyrated. She moaned and whimpered. She whispered my name over and over again. Her legs shook. She lost control and her whole body collapsed onto my face. Only my hands wrapped around her skinny hips held her up. Her juices flowed down my face. Finally, the sensitivity was too much and she pulled away from my face.

Content that I had been the first to eat her pussy, and content that I made her cum so intensely, I leaned back against the wall ready to stand up and head back out to the brewery; back to her husband and my wife no doubt wondering where we were.

Before I could move, though, she was unbuckling my shorts and pulling out my rock hard cock. Her French-manicured fingernails looked so sexy trying to wrap around my fat shaft. She squatted down and guided my thick dick to the edge of her soaked hole and slid down on it. She gasped as my cock spread her lips and bore deep inside of her. She had always told me girls from the Bronx, with Colombian in their blood, were wild. She wasn’t lying. The walls of her pussy tightened around my cock like my thick dick was the missing piece to her puzzle.

Her waxed Latino pussy bounced on my white cock like it needed my cum to survive. Watching her pink insides contrast with her darker skin color made me feel like my cock was going to burst out of my skin. She threw her head back and squatted up and down on my pole. I leaned back and let her take control.

“I’m gonna cum,” I whispered.

My whisper made her fuck me harder. She needed my seed inside her. I felt the heat in my toes first, then up my leg. I could feel my balls tighten. She must’ve felt my cock swelling because, on cue, she started moaning.

She slid all the way to the tip of my dick, then dropped to the end of my cock— driving my entire shaft deep inside of her, flooding my dick with her wetness. I exploded.

My dick pumped loads of my seed into her married pussy— pulsating as she panted and gasped. Her nipples hardened and she arched her back. I took her entire breast into my mouth and sucked hard. She was cumming again. The feeling of me cumming inside of her was exactly what she had been craving all night. She bounced up and down until she was sure my balls were completely drained. Then, she slowly and seductively slid off of my thick dick, never breaking eye contact with me. She leaned in, kissed me, then got up and walked out of the closet.

—— The beer and the conversation was still flowing, though it was hard to concentrate. Ironically, I was more worried my GF would find out than my wife. I didn’t want to lose her- she fucked me so good.

I tried to play it cool with my Latina friend after. My mind was focused on how good it felt fucking her tight pussy, and on not looking at her too much to raise suspicions. My phone vibrated. I pulled it out of my pocket and read the text from her. Sitting beside her husband, I’m still not sure how she snuck the text.

‘Your cum is running down my leg right now. And it’s so fucking sexy 😘’