I Was Targeted by a Horny Hot Wife

I was setting at the bar of a local dance club that catered to an older more mature crowd enjoying the music and watching the people have a good time. Thursday was salsa night so the music and the crowd had more of a Latin flavor which was fine with me even though I usually prefer old school R&B music.

I had finished two beers and had just switched to bourbon when I saw her in the mirror behind the bar. I was mesmerized by her as she strutted in swaying her hips from side to side. I could feel a twitch in my pants as I took in the finer details of this incredible sexy woman.

She looked to be about five foot six inches tall and had a full figure, curvy but not fat, what I like to call voluptuous. She had full breasts the size of melons. Her hair was long, black, and gleaming, and her eyes were a stormy blue with long black lashes. Her body screamed come-and-get-me, although what really got my attention was her well-coordinated outfit showing off that heavenly body.

She wore a tight white silk blouse that was almost see-through, it showed off a skimpy black lace bra underneath and it was unbuttoned just enough to reveal some very impressive cleavage. The blouse was tucked into a very short black satin mini skirt, a tight skirt which she kept pulling down. Her shapely dark stocking clad legs traveled up from her black heels, past the hem of her skirt and did not seem to ever end although I would love to crawl up between those legs and find that out for myself. She was wearing dark red lipstick and jewelry that was a little over the top, what some might call slutty but I like slutty, especially on her.

I was trying to be subtle and not stare while at the same time taking in the as much of her as I could through the corner of my eye. As she got to the bar, she pulled herself up to the bar and crossed her legs. I tried not to gawk, but she was definitely giving me a great flash of her stocking tops.

There is something ultra-sexy about a plush wanton woman that has the confidence to be so sexual. Confidence is what really, really makes a woman attractive and really attracts me to them. This woman was pushing all my buttons including some I didn't even know I had. As I took in the full view I muttered "Holy shit, she is hot!" under my breath, but my cock was way ahead of my head, forcing me to adjust my position on the bar stool.

She ordered a drink, an Amaretto on the rocks and sat there sipping her drink through the tiny cocktail straw. She turned around on her bar stool and began surveying the crowd seemingly oblivious to the fact that I was even there. She checked out every corner of the bar as if she was looking for someone in particular either that or she was looking for someone more "her type". I started looking around as well resigned to fact I needed to come with a plan "B" something I was quite familiar with.

She then turned back facing the bar concentrating on her drink. She sucked an ice cube from her glass, retrieved it with her fingers, and then slowly ran it across her lips, the icy water reddening her mouth and making her lips glisten. She rubbed her lips gently and then turned her head looking directly at me and gave me a wink. I nearly fell off my barstool.

She then slid over onto the bar stool next to me. She smiled and said "Hi I'm Brenda, what's your name?"

"Jim," I said in an unsteady voice, and I offered her my hand. She took it, and held it a bit longer than necessary. "You have big hands," She said in a low sultry voice "You know what that means? You must be a very big boy."

I set there speechless for a moment dumbfounded looking like a deer caught in the headlights of an on-coming car. I pulled myself together and tried to act cool "Yes well I have never had any complaints," I replied.

I took a moment to drink in this incredible woman before me. I breathed in the scent of her unusual perfume a fresh, but slightly spicy fragrance, which had an intoxicating effect on my senses.

I made my usual awkward attempt at small talk, something I've never been very good at. I then noticed she had on a wedding ring which I commented on and smiled.

At first she ignored my comment and tried to change the subject. Finally she said "Ok fine, I am doing this because my husband put me up to it. He has some strange fantasy about seeing me with another man so I was trying to give him what he wants."

I smiled and said "Don't be embarrassed I am familiar with that particular fantasy. I fantasize about that sort of thing myself sometimes."

"Thank God," She said, "I hope you aren't too upset over my little deception."

"No not at all. Actually I am flattered that you picked me to hit on." I responded.

She explained that she already had had two drinks to get up the courage to approach me and that she was normally a shy person and would never do something like this.

She indicated her husband was over in corner by the dance floor watching us. I glanced at him through the mirror in the bar. He was setting at a small table on a bar stool trying to look inconspicuous but his fixation on us and our every move was pretty obvious. I took a second glance when he looked away just to see what I might be getting into. He didn't seem very threatening like the type that would try to beat me up or do something crazy.

I turned to her, "Listen if you want go ahead and keep playing the game I have no problem with that. I will play along and respond however you want me to, who knows, it could be fun."

"You don't mind?" She asked.

"No" I replied, "It could be like playing a part in a movie or some hot romance novel or a soap opera. You choreograph it however you want, show him that you can pick up a strange man in a bar and prove that other men still find you attractive and sexy. Make him jealous, play with his head. You can take it as far as you want and stop it whenever you want, you're in control. I'll just play along."

"And you are OK with that?" she asked.

"Sure" I said. "Why not, I don't have anything else to do tonight."

"Oh I like the way you think sweetie. I have a feeling this going to be a fun evening." She exclaimed.

"I love my husband but I do enjoy messing with his mind, especially when he comes up with stuff like this." After a short thoughtful pause she said. "OK fine, let's do this. I promise I will make it worth your time. If you are good boy and do a convincing job I will reward you in all the right ways and I'll give you an even better reward if you're a bad boy."

I laughed, "Well just tell me what you want and I will try and put on a good show."

We continued making small talk, trading small bits of information about our personal lives, talking about things we like or things we did when we were younger making it a point to touch and feel each other up on occasion to put on a good show. We finished up another drink and were getting pretty loose and comfortable with each other. It was clearly becoming less acting and more and more like the real thing.

Every now and then she would lean in towards me to tell me some naughty little thing designed to tease me and put on a show for our audience across the room. The great thing was that it also placed me in a perfect position to look down her blouse. I found myself transfixed by the area where her cleavage parted, and then curved into two tantalizingly pert, but full rounded breasts. I was trying hard to resist the overwhelming urge to grab and fondle them.

She kept shifting and squirming around in her seat, crossing her leg over her knee and letting her shoe dangle off her foot. I could tell she was having more than a little bit of fun teasing me and messing with my mind as well as his.

After another round of drinks we were leaning closer toward each other flirting with verbal foreplay that was more powerful than tearing off our clothes and clawing at each other like wild animals. At one point, she slipped her foot along the side of my calf and stroked it for a moment. She swung her hair back and let out a deep, throaty laugh, as if to say, 'Come and get me.' She looked so fucking hot. Her sexuality was screaming at me, making my skin grow hot, my pulse was racing, and my cock was becoming painfully hard.

At some point she looked down and saw my manhood at full attention, painfully straining at my crotch wanting to come out and meet her. I started casually stroking her leg and she immediately reciprocated. Her hand, meandered its way between my legs, and she started massaging my cock through my pants softly at first and then with a more deliberate motion.

She twisted around on the bar stool facing me and opened her legs slightly. Her body language, facial expression and the look in her eyes said it wasn't flirting anymore, it was an open invitation.

I began moving my hand up her leg, from her knee to her thigh.

"You're very sure of yourself, aren't you?" She asked.

"I'm just playing the game," I said with a boyish smile.

She spread her legs and placed my hand high up on her thigh.

I took the hint and slowly moved my hand up her leg caressing it, my fingers finding their way to her pussy, which was hot and wet.

I traced the outline of her cunt with my fingers, then slowly inserted my middle finger into her and began to stroke in and out. She muttered soft words of encouragement, telling me how good it felt. She reached over and took hold of my cock and resumed stroking it through my pants occasionally pulling on my zipper to tease me.

She stopped momentarily when she saw her husband in one of the mirrors watching us and then she resumed her activity even more intently than before. I could tell she was nervous but it also turned her on to know that she was making him hot. Obviously she was really beginning to enjoy this game.

For me it was both exhilarating and nerve racking to be playing around with someone else's wife, groping her, feeling her up and her spouse so close, not more than 20 feet away. I thought to myself that I should run for the door but to tell the truth I was enjoying it as much as she was.

I glanced around at the crowd, but they were none the wiser as to what we were doing, even so we both somehow knew we should probably take a little breather and things cool down.

She finished the last sip of her drink. We had not been paying attention to the music or what was going on around us. At that moment the music changed and she started moving around in her seat to the rhythm.

"Oh I like this song," She said "Let's go dance, you do dance don't you?"

"Sure" I said. "I am not very good at it but I like to try."

She got off the bar stool and tugged her skirt down and rearranged her boobs and her bra not being the least bit subtle about it.

As I raised myself off the stool to walk out onto the dance floor I felt a little lightheaded, and somewhat buzzed. I was hoping my boner that she so expertly created wasn't too obvious, hopefully everybody was watching her and not me.

The dance floor was filled with people, illuminated by swirling spotlights, pulsating strobes, and other effects. As we danced she began to sway her hips, dancing to the rhythm of the pounding music. I soon took the hint, and began to move my body in a similar rhythmic motion. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her husband across the room transfixed on our every movement.

She began to work her body expertly, gyrating her hips in a figure eight in perfect time with the music. I matched her movements, and in doing so, my actions resulted in her hips rubbing against my crotch on occasion.

I placed my hands on her waist slowly rocking and pushing my pelvis against her. After a few minutes of dancing close this way, I lowered my hands slowly, down to her circling behind. She allowed my palms to settle on the curve of her butt. Not unlike I were guiding her down to ride my cock.

She kept pushing further and further into me. My dick was growing harder with each thrust of her body. I could not imagine what her husband was feeling watching his wife grinding her ass into a total stranger. From his vantage point I am sure it looked like his wife was getting pounded doggy-style.

The music began to slow and she turned around facing me, grinding into me, pressing right up against my cock moving in sync with the music, it felt great. With a heart stopping smile and with a mischievous wink she pressed against my bulge and began to grind against me in time with the music. It took all my self-control to prevent myself from making a mess in my pants at that moment.

My hands were now cupping her butt though the soft folds of her satin skirt, massaging and groping her ass cheeks. She began to push her pelvis against me, I was sure she could feel my bulge as she dry humped me in plain sight of her husband.

After several songs worth of this exquisite torture I felt her warm breath in my ear at the same instant her petite hand reached between our bodies to lightly stoke my penis through my trousers, the feeling was making me moan in appreciation.

My hand slipped from her ass around to her crotch, my finger sneaking under the hem of her skirt to stroke her through her now well soaked panties.

"You like this?" I asked.

"Mmmmm...yessss" she replied.

To any onlookers we were simply dancing close and dirty. But there was no doubt, that we were simulating fucking each other and this was just a prelude of things to come.

With the end of the song nearing, she moved even closer and wrapped her arms around my shoulders.

"Are you having fun?" she asked.

"Oh I am having a great time can't you tell by my hard on?" I replied.

She smiled with a devilish all-knowing little grin that made we want to rip her cloths of and take her right there in the middle of the dance floor.

"I want to see what kind of kisser you are." She said looking deep into my eyes.

"Part of the thrill of the chase for me is experiencing a new kiss. I enjoy the way a new lover connects their lips to mine for the first time. I want a long passionate kiss, a hungry savage kiss that devours my mouth and sends a thrilling tingle to all the right places and makes me cry for more. So, show me what you got."

I was intimidated and incredibly turned on by her words and scared that I couldn't meet her high expectation. I had just enough booze in me to not really care and decided to just go for it and to see what happens.

I put my hands in her hair and pulled her to me preparing to give her my best sexy kiss. She looked into my eyes for a brief moment then she licked my lips.

Her mouth opened so as to invite me to explore her tongue. Our movements were slow at first tasting each other with a small lick from the tip of our tongues. Then the pressure deepened as our mouths open more and then the movement became circular.

The kiss began to grow. Our tongues gliding and stroking desiring to taste the other. As her tongue attacked my mouth I felt the hunger that we both shared. We began to lose our sense of the rest of the world, the outside sounds disappeared, and I could hear her soft moans that escaped from between our locked lips.

Her fingertips began exploring my chest, and shoulders, her hands running down my arms, and then back to my chest. I put my hands around her waist, to pull her closer into me. I kissed down her neck, flicking my tongue and nipping at her neck with my teeth.

I put my feet between hers and pushed her legs open, all the while I traced kisses up and down her neck, dipping once in a while to lick her cleavage that was showing from the silk blouse with the top buttons conveniently undone. She arched her back and dropped her head back to give me better access to her bountiful breasts offering them to me like a special gift there for my exclusive pleasure and enjoyment.

Her hand was devouring my body I could tell she could feel my hard cock against her and then she teased me saying she was wet and she bet that I would like to have that cock inside her. Then I begin to whisper calmly and slowly just what I was going to do to her. As I held her pressed against my body I sensed her complete and total submission to me and I loved it.

I suddenly realized that everyone in the bar was watching us. I suggested that we should find a secluded corner with a little more privacy before we get thrown out.

She leaned towards me and whispered playfully in my ear, "Do you have a car?" I did; it was parked just outside. We walked towards the door. I noticed that she sashayed across the floor with a flirty wiggle that brought a mischievous smile to my face fantasizing about what was going to happen next.

Going out to the parking lot we were feeling each other up and kissing while her husband watched and followed at a distance so as not to be too obvious.

The bar was already full when I had arrived earlier so I had been forced to park at the far end of the lot which was not well lit but wasn't completely dark either.

When we reached my car, I pressed the button to unlock the car doors. Looking up, I saw her sitting on the hood, legs crossed, body leaning back onto her arms. Lying back, she spread her legs open showing me that she was not wearing any panties. She had pulled them off and tossed them on the wind shield when I wasn't looking.

Her wet cunt shone in the moonlight, glistening and calling to me. My cock strained against my trousers. I walked over to the car and pressed myself up against her, I unbuttoned her thin silk blouse and let it fall open, revealing her tits to the cold night air.

The nipples sprang up immediately. I let my hands find her breasts and kneaded them with my fingers. Her nipples were very erect through the lace of the bra; I rolled them with my fingers while I looked at her expression.

Out the corner of my eye I could she her husband standing behind another car with a cell phone in hand recording the whole thing, holding his camera with one hand, and rubbing his crotch with the other.

She looked me in the eyes and wrapped her legs around me, making her skirt rise up to her waist. Her bare ass was sliding on the car, and she was rubbing her pussy all over the bulge in my pants. Her cunt was drenched and pulsating; I could tell she needed me to help her quench her burning fire. She smiled and grabbed my ass pulling me even closer to her.

My fingers slid around and found her wet and throbbing slit. I used one finger and slowly pushed it in and out of her, all the while teasing and abusing first one nipple then the other with my mouth. My left hand squeezed and stroked her ass. "Oh God, I am going to die a slow death if you keep this up," she whimpered.

I let another finger join the first one inside her snatch. I found the spot on the front wall of her tunnel, and started a slow, steady stroking. I kept rubbing her g-spot; while I was flicking her clit with my thumb.

She continued to smile at me as I took my fingers out and put them in her mouth to make her taste her own sex. I kissed her, tasting her juices on her lips. She pushed on my shoulders and I helped her to stand up on her shaky legs.

She turned me around so that I was now leaning with my back up against the side of the car.

She held me close to her, and I knew she could feel my throbbing erection pressing against her. Dropping her hands to my waist, she undid my belt. She then dropped her purse to kneel on it in front of me. She pulled my zipper down and completely freed my cock from the confines of my pants which she then pulled down to my ankles along with my boxer shorts.

She lightly stroked my enlarged cock from my balls to the tip, and then she squeezed it at the base while she licked all of the pre cum from the tip like it was an ice cream cone.

She looked up at me with a devilish grin, and took the head in her mouth. She massaged my balls with one hand, and grabbed my ass with her other hand to let me know I could set the rhythm and pump into her mouth.