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 ï>¿A Night on the Town byVegemitemanÂ(C)

   Chapter 1

   It had been an interesting time in Stuart's life since "that night".  He
had questioned Elizabeth numerous times, trying to get an answer as to
whether or not the events she described were true but, being the cheeky
person she was, she always played coy and was non-committal in her answers.
Stuart had even spoken to Jayne, Elizabeth's best friend, and asked her but
was met similar responses.  The one upside of the whole thing was Stuart
and Elizabeth's sex life had never been better!

   As a married couple with 2 kids, their sex life for the past few years
had been somewhat stagnant.  They had settled into a routine of about once
a week, sometimes fortnightly.  The only time they really let their hair
down and had time to fully enjoy each other was on the rare occasions they
found a babysitter and had a night away - usually in a hotel after a nice
dinner or a movie.  This was when Stuart saw some of the Elizabeth he had
heard about early in their relationship.  Elizabeth had a healthy sex life
when she was younger - nothing outrageous but a lot more exciting than
Stuart's which, until he met her, consisted of his right hand and a
solitary visit to a brothel - which was both a waste of time and money. 
Originally, he had hated hearing about her escapades - it drove him crazy
with jealousy.

   Once, early on in their relationship, they had been out at a function
for Stuart's work and had run into an ex-boyfriend of Elizabeth's whom she
had some particularly interesting experiences with.  All night, Stuart was
thinking about those stories and how angry it made him, to the point where
he wanted to go and punch the guy in the mouth.  Elizabeth had seen the
anger, but Stuart brushed it off as anger at how she had been treated at
the end of the relationship, hiding the true reasons.  Elizabeth was a
smart woman however, so the stories had stopped.  As they grew older
together, had 2 wonderful boys, worked through all the typical issues a
married couple have around the 7 to 10-year mark, Stuart had been a lot
more open to hearing about his beautiful wife's past.  He started prompting
her for bits of information - a question here, some innuendo there - and
slowly Elizabeth had started to share them with him again.

   Since the story about Bill, everything had changed.  Elizabeth had come
out of her shell.  Where Stuart used to be the instigator for their weekly
sex, Elizabeth was now like a woman possessed.  She was groping him in the
kitchen while he was washing the dishes, the kids sitting metres away
watching TV.  She was sneaking into his home office during the day and
surprising him with deep, passionate kisses or sucking on his ear lobe and
breathing heavily into his ear while he was trying to type emails or write
documents.  At night, it was all he could do to keep up with her.  Almost
every night ended with the couple sweaty and thoroughly exhausted after
riding each other to orgasm.

   Elizabeth had also developed a habit of sending Stuart dirty messages
throughout the day while she was at work - describing what she wanted to do
to him when she got home or what she wanted him to do to her.  Other times
she would tell him about a customer that she had just served, describing
what she would do if she could.  This drove Stuart wild as he had developed
quite a fetish for imagining his wife with another man.  That was why the
story about Bill had been such a turn on for Stuart - and why it was
killing him to not know if it actually happened or not.

   A few months after Elizabeth recounted her experience with Bill, Stuart
began to plan a special weekend away for them.  It had been a while since
they had a kid free weekend, Elizabeth's favourite comedian was performing
soon and it seemed like all the stars were aligning.  He organised her Mum
to come and stay with the kids and made her promise not to tell Elizabeth -
he wanted it to be a surprise.  He organised a room at her favourite hotel
and got front row tickets for the comedian's show.  It was going to be a
great break from their day to day lives.



   Chapter 2

   Elizabeth was exhausted.  She had just finished an 8-hour shift.  Retail
was not the most exciting career but it was flexible and that was what
mattered with kids.  As she pulled into her street, she was trying to
decide if she had the energy to make love to Stuart that night.  She
definitely wanted too - she seemed to always want to lately - but it had
been a LONG day.  Maybe she would give him a hand job while she whispered
things into his ear.  He always liked that.

   She grinned at the thought of his rock-hard cock in her hand, her tongue
slowly tracing around his ear as she breathily told him about something -
and someone - she did in the past.  Since her story telling adventure of a
few months ago, she had become a lot more comfortable telling him stories,
true or not.  That experience had ignited something deep inside her that
she had forgotten all about.  She loved Stuart more than anything in the
world and pleasing him physically gave her such joy - not to mention plenty
of her own pleasure.

   As she drove into the driveway and opened the garage door remotely, she
noticed a strange car in the garage.  Small and silver, she had no idea
whose car it was and why it was there.  Just then, Stuart stepped out from
under the garage door with a suitcase, a suit bag and a big smile on his
face.  She stopped the car as he walked around to the driver's door. 
Opening it, he leaned in and stuck his tongue in her mouth, swirling it
against hers.  His hand began to slide up her thigh, causing her legs to
open slightly, however it then moved to her hip and she heard a "click". 
Suddenly, he pulled away from her, leaving her out of breath from the
sudden, very enjoyable assault.  Her seatbelt retracted.

   "I have a surprise for you.  Your Mum is here to watch the kids because
we are going away for the weekend."

   Elizabeth was taken by surprise - money had been a little tight since
they took a family holiday earlier in the year.

   "I have packed everything so all you need to do is get out of the car,
swap sides and let's get going!"

   Still reeling from the kiss, Elizabeth slowly climbed out of the car. 
As she stood up, Stuart put his arm around her waist and pulled her in
close, kissing her again.  This time his hands went straight to her ass,
squeezing it firmly as their tongues danced again.  He pulled her in close,
letting her feel his growing dick pushing into her.  She melted, unable to
resist such passion.  She wrapped her arms around his neck, losing herself
in the kiss.  He finally broke away and grinned ear to ear - he knew what
he could do to her with just a kiss and he had done it.  He took her hand
and led her around to the passenger side, opened the door and closed it
behind her.  He then put their luggage in the boot and they were off.  She
hadn't said goodbye to the kids so she video called them from the car -
they weren't too fussed as Nana had promised pancakes for breakfast and
McDonalds for dinner.

   As they drove, Elizabeth began asking where they were headed.  Stuart
took the opportunity to play coy - never giving straight answers, talking
in riddles or just flat out ignoring the question.  Elizabeth was getting
frustrated - she hated surprises and this was driving her mental.  After 30
minutes of driving in the general direction of the city, she reached over
and started rubbing his inner thigh, gently brushing against his cock
through his shorts.  In a sweet voice, she pleaded with him to tell her
where they were going.  Stuart smiled and took her hand off his lap,
putting it on her own leg and patting it, repeating to her as he had done
the whole trip so far.

   "Soon my love, soon."

   Giving up, Elizabeth pretended to sulk, crossing her arms and staring
out her window.  Finally, they exited the freeway and after a few turns,
they pulled up outside her favourite hotel.  She looked at him in shock -
it was not a cheap hotel, even with his company discount, but the rooms
were incredible.  A valet came and opened her door and she climbed out. 
Another valet was already taking the bags from the boot.  Stuart appeared
at her side and took her by the hand, leading her up the steps to
reception. They checked in and the concierge showed them to their room.  He
hung their bags in the closet and closed the door behind him.  Elizabeth
was shocked - even though they had stayed at this hotel before, this room
was breathtaking.

   On the second to top floor, one half of the room was all windows,
providing an amazing view of the city.  There was a king size bed - not two
single beds held together by a fitted sheet, but a proper king size bed. 
The bathroom had a very large shower with both rainfall and handheld shower
heads and a spa bath in the corner that looked large enough to fit 4 adults
comfortably.  She looked at Stuart who was grinning like a Cheshire cat.

   "I take it you like the room?"

   Elizabeth lunged at him, ready to devour him on the spot.  He grabbed
her by the hips and spun, making sure she landed on the bed on her back
while he landed on his left elbow, propping himself up.  He kissed her
again as she wrapped her arms around his neck.  He started massaging her
right breast, rubbing it through her bra and work blouse, squeezing it. 
She moaned in his mouth.  She broke their kiss and stared into his eyes.

   "Fuck me, NOW!"

   Stuart smirked, knowing how much he had turned her on for her to talk
that way.  He sat her up and took her work blouse off, tossing it across
the room.  He then laid her back down and buried his face in her cleavage,
licking and sucking her breasts.  Even without touching her nipples,
burying his face between her tits always drove Elizabeth wild.  He began
kissing his way down her stomach, reaching down in the meantime and
awkwardly taking off her shoes and socks without looking.  When he got to
her work pants, he undid the button and clasp, causing Elizabeth to raise
her hips so he could take them off.  She slid them down her legs and tossed
them in the general direction of her blouse.  Then he resumed his kissing,
all around her navel and onto her panties.  He could feel the heat
radiating from her.  She opened her legs as wide as they would go and
waited for him to taste her.



   Chapter 3

   Stuart was having a rough time.  Here he was - a beautiful hotel room,
his amazing wife half naked on the bed, begging him to fuck her, legs
spread waiting for him to dive in head first and eat her out just as she
liked.  But the problem was they had to be at the show very soon -
Elizabeth loved this particular comedian and with front row seats, he
didn't want her to miss out.  He kept kissing her panties, making sure to
kiss around her pussy, never directly making contact.  His wife was
squirming on the bed, ready to take matters into her own hands if he didn't
stop teasing, as she had done many times before.  So, with a sigh, Stuart
stood up, adjusting his cock in his shorts as he did so.

   "Sorry to disappoint you babe, but I have another surprise yet and I
don't want you to miss it."

   With that he walked over to their bags and opened them, taking out shirt
and slacks for himself.  He turned to see her still lying on her back, but
propped up on her elbows, staring at him in disbelief.  He shrugged his
shoulders.

   "I promise this will be worth it.  Go have a shower and then get
dressed. I packed everything for you.  I will be back in a minute."

   He hung the shirt and slacks up in the closet and left the room.  Once
outside the door, he stopped in the hallway and leant against the wall.  He
was so turned on right now - all he wanted to do was go back in the room
and spend the night inside his wife, but he knew it would be better if he
spent all night building her arousal.  He went downstairs to reception and
organised some chocolates to be delivered to the room while they were out.
He called the town car company he had organised to take them to the comedy
show, giving some final instructions.  He headed back upstairs, hoping
Elizabeth was in the shower already, not knowing if he had the will power
to keep his hands off her if she was still on the bed.

   He opened the door to their room and heard the shower running.  Walking
towards the bathroom, his breath caught in his throat.  Elizabeth was
standing in the shower, body glistening with water, and the handheld shower
head in her hand.  She had turned the water to jet spray and was pointing
it at her clit, pounding it with pressure.  Her eyes were closed and her
head thrown back.  He could see her legs wobbling slightly, obviously
enjoying the sensation.  He was instantly hard again, feeling very
voyeuristic watching his wife get herself off in the shower.  He was about
to grab a seat to watch the finish but then a thought struck him - she had
taking great pleasure in getting him to the edge of release and then
backing off multiple times - maybe it was her turn!

   He moved into the bathroom and lifted the toilet lid, making sure it
made a big noise when it hit the cistern.  Elizabeth jumped, shocked at the
noise.  Stuart pushed his rock-hard cock down and began peeing.

   "As great as that was to watch, we don't have time now.  You need to
hurry or we will miss the next surprise".

   He flushed the toilet and washed up, leaving her stunned in the shower.
A minute or two later, the shower turned off and he heard the door open and
close.  Smiling to himself, he started getting dressed.  He heard Elizabeth
chuckling in the bathroom - he wondered if she had found the items he had
packed for her in the toiletry bag.  He finished getting dressed and sat
down to put on his shoes and socks.  She walked out of the bathroom and
stood in front of him, her hands on her hips and her feet shoulder width
apart, a big grin on her face.  She had found the pale blue G-string and
bra set he had packed for her and was standing in front of him in just the
G-string.  Small and lacy, he could see her pubic mound through the
material.  His heart skipped a beat - despite having seen her in these
numerous times before, the sheer sexiness of her took his breath away each
time.

   "Where are we going that you think I need to wear these?"

   He shrugged his shoulders again and shook his head, not answering.  She
rolled her eyes and went back into the bathroom.  She emerged 15 minutes
later, hair straightened, matching bra and panties on.  She walked to the
wardrobe and found the blue dress he had packed for her, short, snug around
the waist, leaving a lot of cleavage on display, and the chunky heels.  She
took them out and put the dress on, pausing for him to do up the back.  As
he slowly dragged the zipper up, he kissed her back the whole way, causing
her to shudder.  Once the zip was up, he brushed her hair away from her
neck and kissed her, just below the left ear, with a slow, sloppy kiss,
gently pressing his tongue to her neck.  She yelped, ticklish as ever, and
moved away.  She sat on the chair and strapped on her heels.  She stood up
and did a little twirl for him, making sure she met his approval.  Stuart
felt himself slowly nodding, completely taken in by her beauty.

   After getting dressed and performing a little twirl, Elizabeth noticed
her husband's body language.  His eyes were slightly closed, like he was
tired, but coupled with his short, sharp breaths, his hands slowly opening
and closing by his sides and the fact he hadn't blinked in about a minute,
she knew he was as turned on as she was.  Seeing him eyeing her like a
piece of meat made her even hornier than she already was.  Her interrupted
shower session coupled with the make out session on the bed had her on the
edge - she needed to cum and she needed it now.  So did Stuart by the looks
of him but he blinked a few times, shook his head and walked over to the
nightstand.

   He came back to her with her favourite bracelet and she held out her
wrist as he put it on.  He kissed her quickly on the cheek, told her how
beautiful she looked and that it was time to go.  She grabbed her clutch,
took his offered arm and they left the room.  Riding down in the elevator,
Elizabeth looked at him in the mirror.  Navy shirt, opened at the neck,
light grey slacks, brown belt and matching brown shoes, jacket slung over
his shoulder - her husband scrubbed up wonderfully.  She leant her head on
his shoulder.

   "Have I told you lately how much I love you?" she asked him

   She watched him smile in the mirror and lean his head on hers.

   "Yep - and it's only half of how much I love you!" he responded.

   Laughing, she replied as only she could - "You wish, Jellyfish."

   The elevator door opened and they stepped into the lobby.  As they
walked toward the lobby doors, the valet's opened them, allowing them to
pass.  Elizabeth caught one of the valet's checking out her ass, making a
whistling motion with his mouth as she passed.  She couldn't help but smile
- despite Stuart's assurances that other men did check her out all the
time, she never believed him.

   Distracted, she looked where they were headed and stopped short. 
Sitting in front of the hotel was the nicest car she had ever seen.  Not
sure if it was a BMW, Mercedes or something else, she watched Stuart shake
the hand of the driver and turn back to her.  He waved his hand, gesturing
for her to get in.  She slowly walked forward and, as gracefully as she
could, slid into the rear seat.  As she felt the supple leather on her
thighs, Stuart walked around the other side and climbed in next to her.  As
they both buckled in, they had a quick kiss - both wanting it to last
longer but both acutely aware of the driver.  He started the car and they
pulled away from the hotel.  Stuart took her hand in his and smiled.

   "I hope you enjoy tonight.  I know you are worried about money, but I
have been planning this for a while, so don't stress.  Just enjoy yourself.
You do so much for me and the boys, it's the least I can do to spoil you
occasionally."

   His thumb was stroking the back of her hand as he spoke and she
shuddered, another tiny ripple of excitement climbing through her body. 
Her G-string felt like it had just come out of the wash - it was stuck to
her pussy, absolutely soaked.  She could not remember being this turned on
in her life.  If whatever they were off to do took too long, she may just
drag Stuart to the closest secluded spot and take him right there!



   Chapter 4

   The car ride was very quiet.  Stuart held Elizabeth's hand the whole
time, his thumb gently tracing patterns on the back of her hand.  She
eagerly looked out the window, trying to work out where they were headed.
Earlier, Stuart had given the driver instructions to take the most
circuitous path to the venue as he could, trying to keep her off guard. 
Finally, after about 10 minutes of circling the venue via different side
streets, they pulled up out the front.  The driver came around and opened
Elizabeth's door - as she stood up to get out of the car, Stuart ran his
hand up her leg, gently squeezing her ass.  She stumbled slightly, shocked
at the sudden contact and the driver caught her, holding her steady. 
Stuart hopped out laughing, informing the driver that she hadn't even had a
drink yet!

   Elizabeth swatted him with her clutch, thanked the driver and headed for
the doors.  Stuart slipped the driver some money and arranged to be picked
up after the show.  He slid his arm around Elizabeth's waist.

   "Any idea what we are doing here?"

   Elizabeth looked at the building in front of her.  At least 75 years
old, the exterior was extremely old and rundown.  It was a two-storey
building, the windows upstairs had been blocked out and there was no
signage.  She shook her head.

   "None whatsoever.  Can I at least get a hint?"

   Stuart chuckled and started walking her to the doors.  He opened one and
let her inside.  It was dark in the lobby but off to the right there was a
staircase leading up to the second floor.  Directly in front of them were
two sets of double doors, very old and ornate, with long brass handles
running vertically along them.  Stuart again opened the door for his wife
and followed her through into a large, levelled theatre.  Directly above
them was the balcony seating, still empty at this stage.  In front of them
were a series of descending steps - the first level just chairs, below that
some tables suited for 4 people orientated to face the large stage at the
front of the room.  Some tables were already taken, people sitting enjoying
a drink and some nibbles.  On the lowest part of the room, there were a
small number of booths, with the high backs a half circle.

   Stuart led them right down the front, to the booth directly in the
middle.  The table in the booth was a half circle, opposite in shape to the
back of the booth.  It had a long white table cloth on it, with a tasteful
centrepiece of flowers in the middle.  Stuart motioned for Elizabeth to sit
and once she was settled, he moved to the other side and sat next to her.
The seats were extremely comfortable and, despite being over six feet tall,
the back of the booth was still higher than Stuart's head.  Elizabeth was
looking around, a look of excitement on her face.  A waiter appeared in
front of them with menus - they would have dinner before the show began. 
Elizabeth ordered a steak and fries; Stuart went with the burger.  He
ordered a bottle of wine her favourite wine for Elizabeth, and a beer for
himself.  Elizabeth turned to him.

   "Enough is ENOUGH, mister!  What are we doing here?"

   Stuart looked into her eyes, loving the way the sparkled, admiring the
colour of them.

   "Well my love, we are here to see a comedy show."

   Elizabeth looked puzzled for a second then squealed, jumping slightly
out of her seat and reaching for her clutch.  Within and instant her phone
was in her hand, her thumbs furiously typing.

   "OH MY GOD.  Are we seeing this?"

   She turned the phone screen towards him, showing a website with the
comedian's face and the title of his new stand-up routine.  Stuart nodded
and Elizabeth squealed again.  She dropped her phone, grabbed his face with
two hands and kissed him, hard.  Her tongue snaked into his mouth, twisting
with his.  He knew this would be her reaction.  She had mentioned multiple
times how much she enjoyed his comedy and that, not only did she think he
was hilarious, but that she found him ridiculously good looking.  As she
kissed him, Stuart wondered if she was still as turned on as she had been
earlier.  He slowly ran his hand up her leg, feeling her parting her thighs
slightly as he did.

   As he got close to her pussy, he could feel the heat radiating from her.
He brushed his fingers across her lace covered mound, making her moan in
his mouth.  As she opened her legs more, there was a gentle cough near
them. They broke their kiss and looked - a waitress had returned with their
drinks.

   Elizabeth was mortified.  Here she was, tongue in her husbands' mouth,
legs parted, his hand up her dress and the waitress standing there watching
them.  She was relieved to note the table cloth had covered his wandering
hands from view.  The waitress looked at them smiling, her expression one
of amusement.  Stuart apologised, explaining that tonight was a surprise
for his wife and it was her favourite comedian - and her hall pass. 
Elizabeth blanched - what did he just say?  The waitress laughed and
nodded, saying something about how he was her favourite comedian also. 
Elizabeth's face was on fire with embarrassment, so she missed most of the
conversation, until the waitress, after pouring a glass of wine for
Elizabeth leant down towards her and whispered.

   "A good choice for your hall pass.  He is simply amazing in bed and has
the cock and stamina of a horse!"

   With that they were alone again at the table.  Elizabeth must have
reacted more than she thought to the waitress' comment because Stuart
immediately asked her what was wrong.  She took a long sip of her wine and
told him.  He threw his head back and laughed, loudly.  He leant over to
her, his hand finding it's way up her dress again.

   "And just when I thought you couldn't get any wetter.  Tell me, my love,
what are you thinking about now?"

   His hand started lightly stroking her thigh, not close enough to touch
her mound again but still enough to give her tingles.  She shook her head
and took another drink.  This was turning into a very interesting night.



   Chapter 5

   Soon enough the waitress returned with their food.  After placing it on
the table in front of them and asking if they needed more drinks, she
winked at Elizabeth and walked away.  Elizabeth blushed profusely.  She
turned her attention to her meal and tried to think about something other
than how horny she felt and how nice Stuart's leg felt resting against
hers. They ate their meal, making small talk - the meals were very good so
they didn't speak much.

   A different waiter arrived with another beer for Stuart.  As he cleaned
up the empties, he left a napkin in front of Elizabeth - it had the name of
the comedian and a phone number.  Confused she looked around and saw the
waitress from earlier.  She was smirking and pointing to the napkin and
then the stage.  Elizabeth almost choked - was this the phone number of the
comedian?  She quickly slid it into her clutch before Stuart noticed and
went back to her meal.  Her head was spinning, and not just because of the
wine she was drinking at an ever-increasing rate.

   Three hours ago, she had just finished work and was exhausted.  Now she
was sitting in a theatre, all dressed up, about to see a show, horny as she
had ever been and her celebrity crush's phone number was apparently in her
purse.  Meanwhile her husband was sitting next to her, rubbing his thigh
along hers, making her already wet pussy drip even more.  Where this night
was headed, she didn't know but she knew she was going to enjoy it.

   After dinner was finished, the lights in the theatre went down and the
MC for the night came on stage.  He was funny and how the crowd laughing -
some crude humour, some self-deprecating humour and a joke about a man and
a donkey that made Stuart spit beer across the table.  Next was an up and
coming comedian who they had not heard of before.  She was great and had
the place rocking.  She did some comedy songs, made a joke about being
single in the age of Tinder and finished with a joke about her period.  The
crowd was in high spirits and ready for the main act.

   Elizabeth had finished her first bottle of wine and was well into her
second when the headliner came on stage.  Stuart looked sideways at her -
if he wasn't mistaken, she couldn't take her eyes off his crotch.  The
comedian welcomed the crowd and thanked the performers who went on before
him.  He launched into his act and it was incredible.  Stuart thought at
one stage he was having an asthma attack he was laughing that hard - and he
didn't suffer from asthma.  Elizabeth was roaring with laughter next to
him.

   The comedian involved the audience a lot, at one point having the lights
shined onto their table and talking to them directly.  He commented on how
lovely Elizabeth looked that night and how lucky Stuart was.  Elizabeth's
face went a shade of red Stuart had never seen before.  The act continued
and at one stage the comedian was telling a joke and had his back to the
audience.  He bent at the waist and looked back over his shoulder for the
punchline.  The whole place erupted.  Elizabeth was leaning forward,
hunched over the table, shaking with laughter.  Stuart leaned in and
whispered in her ear.

   "Is that the position you want to be in while he pounds you from the
back?"

   Elizabeth stopped laughing and looked from Stuart to the stage and back.
Her face was flushed, part from laughter, part from something else.  She
thought about her husband and his fantasy of watching her with another man.
Here in front of her was her celebrity crush.  Had he seen the napkin? 
Stuart was looking at her with the same look from the hotel room - like a
predator sizing up its prey.  It had the same effect as last time - her
pussy throbbed.  Elizabeth looked down at the table, back to the stage,
then to Stuart.  She leaned over to him, placed her mouth to his ear and
whispered.

   "I wouldn't be looking backwards because I would be too busy with your
cock in my mouth!"

   As she spoke to him, she slipped her hand under the table and found his
dick, hard as iron, through his pants.  She began rubbing it through the
material, causing him to shudder this time.  She worked his length, back
and forth, under the table cloth, completely hidden from sight.  She was
looking straight ahead at the stage, not giving away what was happening
beneath the table.  Stuart was panting, so aroused he was out of breath.

   Elizabeth unzipped his pants, and finding him not wearing underwear,
freed his cock.  She couldn't see it but from touch, it was as long and
wide as she had ever felt it.  She began working him, spreading the copious
amount of pre-cum around the head and the top of the shaft.  Then she began
stroking, long slow strokes, having her hand go all the way to his lap and
then all the way back until just her pinkie was around the head.  She did
this for a minute or two, trying to not make her shoulder move and just
using her wrist.  Then, as the comedian entered a part of his routine where
all the lights went down bar the spotlight on stage, she sped up, really
working his cock hard.  Stuart was gripping the edges of the table, staring
straight ahead without blinking.

   As the head seemed to grow even bigger in her hand, he turned to her and
kissed her, moaning in her mouth as he came under the table.  Spreading his
legs wide as to not get any on himself, he began shaking slightly -
obviously it had been an arousing day for him also.  Elizabeth gave two or
three final strokes then wiped her hand on the table cloth and took another
drink of wine.  She smirked as she watched her husband try to wrestle
himself back into his pants - he had been trying all day to tease her but
she had just turned the tables on him.  Stuart took a long, long drink of
his beer.  He sighed contentedly and leant back into the booth.

   After some dessert and the rest of the comedian's set, they readied
themselves to leave.  As they walked past the bar, the waitress waved to
Elizabeth, a big grin on her face.  Stuart saw his wife blush and, once
they were outside, asked what that was about.  Elizabeth said she would
tell him later.  They approached the driver of their car and Elizabeth
asked how far it was back to their hotel.  The driver told her they had
taken the long way earlier and that it was probably a 20-minute walk. 
Elizabeth told Stuart to pay the driver and that they would walk back to
the hotel, as it was a nice night.  Stuart did as he was asked and the
driver waved goodbye.

   Elizabeth slid her arm into Stuart's and they set off.  They walked in
silence for a little bit, enjoying the weather.  After 5 or so minutes,
Stuart dropped his arm and took Elizabeth's hand in his - she always
enjoyed feeling her small, delicate hand being enveloped by his much
larger, strong hands.  She looked up at him and smiled - she never realised
you could love someone as much as she loved him.

   Elizabeth had an interesting past with relationships.  She had been
engaged when she was very young, she had also been tricked into being the
"other woman" by someone she met online.  Her last relationship before
Stuart had been with a much older man.  He had a daughter and didn't want
any more kids - Elizabeth was desperate to be a Mum.  They had split on bad
terms and she swore off men.  She was single for 2 years and threw herself
into her career and travel.  Then, on a night out with friends for New
Year's Eve, she had spotted Stuart across the dance floor.  She was
smitten. They had talked and danced all night.  When she was talking, he
would run his fingers along her arm, making her whole body tingle.  Then at
midnight, he had kissed her and it was like she had her own private
fireworks display in her head!

   Things moved quickly from there - moving in together, falling pregnant,
having a baby, getting engaged then married.  They had rushed head first
through all of life's big moments and she didn't regret a thing.  As she
recounted all of this in her head, her past, meeting Stuart, how much she
loved him and how much he clearly loved her, she had an unrelenting urge to
show him just how much he meant to her.

   As they passed an alleyway, she dragged him into it.  He asked what the
hell she was doing.  She stopped about halfway, pushed him into a doorway
and started kissing him, passionately.  Her tongue was going crazy in his
mouth.  She took his hands and placed them on her tits, prompting him to
squeeze them.  She moaned in his mouth.  She could feel him growing hard -
he had only unloaded maybe 30 minutes before but he was rising fast. 
Knowing one of her past experiences in particular turned him on more than
the others, she pulled back from the kiss, smiled and dropped to her knees.
She took him out of his pants again and put him straight in her mouth.  She
could still taste a little bit of his previous explosion in the club. 
Putting that aside - she really didn't enjoy the taste - she went about
giving him the sloppiest and best blowjob she could.



   Chapter 6

   Stuart was in absolute awe.  He had planned for this night to be all
about Elizabeth.  He had planned to tease her, arouse her, work her up in
to such a state that when he finally gave her the release she needed, it
would blow the roof off the hotel.  Instead, despite all the teasing and
touching, he had first been given the most amazing hand job under the table
in the front row of a packed theatre and was now getting the best blow job
of his life in a dark alley way in the city.  He gently brushed some of his
wife's hair away from her face, so he could get a better view of what she
was doing.  He was so hard, even after only coming about half an hour
before.

   Elizabeth had once told him a story about picking up at a club while out
with Jayne and, while walking to another club down the road, she had taken
her man into an alley between buildings and given him oral - just like she
was doing now.  Stuart was so turned on but knew he was not going to cum
anytime soon.

   As much as he wanted to enjoy this for as long as he could, he wanted
more to get her back to the hotel room and give her the thundering orgasm
he had been planning.  He reached down and placed his hands on her cheeks,
turning her head up to look at him.  When she made eye contact, his cock in
her mouth, covered in her saliva, he almost fainted with happiness.  He
lifted her off the ground and kissed her deeply, tasting himself on her
tongue and lips.  He shoved himself back into his pants and said to her.

   "I am going to fuck you like you have never been fucked before!"

   They practically ran out of the alley and headed to the hotel.  The
valet's opened the doors when they arrived and they rushed to the elevator.
The doors closed and they attacked each other, lips and hips mashing
together.  They rode up to their floor without parting and once the doors
opened, rushed to their room.  Stuart struggled to get the key in the door
in the excitement but finally succeeded.  Once the door closed behind him,
Elizabeth shoved him up against the door, kissing him again.  She
practically ripped his shirt off and tossed it aside, then began working
his belt.  She kissed his chest and gently bit his nipple, eliciting a yelp
of pleasure.

   Once the belt was undone, the pants followed and then she was on her
knees again, her hands, tongue and lips all competing for a piece of his
cock.  Standing stock still with his pants around his ankles, Stuart knew
if he didn't stop her soon, he was going to cum again and he didn't want
that, not yet.  And so, he tried to lift her head up to look at him, but
she shrugged him off and kept sucking.  Finally, Stuart pivoted away from
the door and took 4 steps backwards, collapsing on the couch, creating some
space between them.

   Elizabeth reached up her dress and all of a sudden, her soaked G-string
was in her hand.  She threw it at him and rushed towards her husband.  Then
she was on him again, kissing him, tongue dancing in his mouth, her hands
once again working his cock.  Stuart finally got his shoes and pants off.
Elizabeth lifted her dress and stood on the couch, feet on the outside of
his legs.  She kept lifting her dress until he saw her pussy.  She was
wetter and her clit was larger than he had ever seen.  He held his cock
straight up, expecting her to ride him.  Instead she put on foot on the
back of the couch and took his head in her hands, burying it in her snatch.

   Stuart's face was instantly drenched in her juices.  Elizabeth had never
been this forceful.  He began licking and sucking, all the while Elizabeth
was rubbing herself on his face.  He kissed her lips, taking care to try
and avoid her clit.  He dragged his tongue from the entrance to her pussy
all the way up to her clit, stopping just below it.  Elizabeth began to
buck her hips against his face, frustrated that he was avoiding her
pleasure button.  Stuart reached up and inserted a finger into his wife,
curling it inside, looking for her G-spot.  He kept kissing and licking his
way around until he finally took her clit in his mouth and started sucking.
He sucked it against his teeth, using the hardness to put more pressure on
it.  He then started flicking it with his tongue, drawing circles around
it. He felt her starting to tighten around his finger, so he began pumping
it, hard.  He pursed his lips on her clit and sucked, not letting go and
applying constant pressure.  She came, coating his face while yelling in
ecstasy.

   Thinking she would want to rest, Stuart went to stand up, but Elizabeth
had other ideas.  Spinning around, she stepped off the couch, lowered
herself and began riding his cock, reverse cowgirl style.  Still in her
dress, the hem up around her waist, she leant back and removed it over her
head.  Elizabeth took his hands, rubbing them over her bra covered breasts.
Making circular movements with her hips, she started licking and nibbling
his ear.  Finally, she sat up and started bouncing up and down, driving his
cock into her as hard as she could.  Stuart was holding her hips, driving
up to meet her with each thrust.  He looked at his wife in awe - even after
12 years together, she could still surprise him.

   "Fuck me baby, fuck me like I have never been fucked before.  Fill me
with your huge cock, make me cum again.  MAKE ME SCREAM!"

   Stuart was in heaven.  He thought he had been turned on "that night"
when his wife spent almost an hour teasing him with a tale of being taken
by another man.  But now here he was, the love of his life riding him like
her life depended on it, screaming to be fucked - this was another level.
He took his left hand and began rubbing her clit, doubling her pleasure. 
Elizabeth continued bucking up and down, her thighs slamming into his.  She
leant forward at the waist, changing the angle slightly, making her moan
louder.  Stuart removed his hand from her clit and grabbed both her
breasts, mauling them with his hands.

   Suddenly Elizabeth had another orgasm, screaming his name as she came on
his cock.  Not slowing down, Stuart told her he was close.  Quick as a
flash, Elizabeth was on her knees, Stuart's cock in her hands and she
pumped him hard.  Just as he started to come, she pointed his cock at her
cleavage and he exploded, coating the top of her tits and her neck.  Stuart
collapsed back onto the couch, completely exhausted.  He looked at his
beautiful wife, hair messed up, covered in his seed, thighs glistening with
arousal and he had no words.  She climbed onto his lap and wrapped her arms
around his neck.  Kissing him deeply, she then took his face and buried it
in her tits, coating his face in his own cum.  Stuart yelled and lifted her
off the couch, carrying her to the bathroom, Elizabeth screaming with
laughter the whole way.  They showered together, taking extra interest in
each other's wet bodies and then collapsed into bed, completely spent.



   Chapter 7

   Elizabeth woke early the next morning.  Laying there listening to her
husband breathe, she could not have been happier.  As she turned over in
bed, the soft sheets rubbing against her naked body made her pussy throb -
maybe Stuart would get another riding this morning too.  As she picked up
her phone from the bedside to check for any messages, she noticed the
napkin in her clutch.  She took it out and looked at it.  Suddenly, she
made a decision.  She began composing a text message...