1. Joan goes to San Diego #7 part 2


    Date: 6/3/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: ckbres, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    We left Float and walked around the Gaslight Quarter. The streets were still crowded with revelers and there was music and laughter coming from a number of bars, restaurants and clubs. The food we had at Float was really just some finger food and appetizers. I put my arm around Joan's shoulders and we strolled around looking for someplace to get a drink and some more food. We looked into a place called Meze, a Greek tapas restaurant with a nice bar. We went in and sat at the bar. The place had a pleasant buzz to it and there were a lot of people at tables and the bar. We ordered a glass of OKTO, a white wine from Crete. We ordered some food, Hummus and Baba Ganesh with pita bread. The restaurant was huge with soaring ceilings and Greek artifacts and paintings in every nook and cranny. We ate leisurely. It was delicious and the wine spicy and refreshing. Joan's silk dress caught the attention of many of the men. It was nice but we were through with sexual adventure for the evening, although Joan couldn't resist flashing her mound while on the barstool. We got back to our room and hugged and murmured sweet nothings to each other. We were happy together. Joan got ready for bed in one of my T- shirts. I watched as she got on the bed and started fingering herself. She started moaning, "I love cock, I love fucking, I love you Dick." I smiled and said, "You're insatiable." Joan moaned, "No I'm easily satisfied, that's why I love to fuck so much." I pulled my pajama bottoms off and ...
    started stroking my prick. I stood by the bed and looked down at my aroused dirty girl, chest flush, nipples pert and moist cunt. I said, "Did you like fucking Harry and Vic? Did you like having three cock to play with?" Joan panted, and said, "Yesss, Yesss, Ohhhh, fuck god, coming, coming." My prick was on fire. I exploded all over Joan. We slept like babies. The next day was work for me. At dinner Joan told me about her day. She went to Black's beach. She drove our rental car to La Jolla shores and parked in the public lot. From there it was a long flat walk to the beach. Once she got there and looked around, she realized that it was a family beach. Since she was already there Joan stripped down for some sun. She lathered her breasts and the rest of her front. She got a friendly older man to do her back. She told me, "I think he got a few free feels in." We made our plans for the evening. We were going to the USO for a sailors volunteer dance. Joan wore a white gossamer summer dress tight around her breasts and a short hemline. We drove to the USO and hit an immediate snag. All dance volunteers had to be previously vetted by the USO. We were stumped. Joan suggested that all we had to do was go to a lounge near the USO and we'd find a bunch of servicemen. Directly across the street was a very nice looking club Margarita's cantina. We went in and Joan was right, there were servicemen everywhere. Joan saw a large communal table with about a dozen uniformed sailors at it. I sat ...
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