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A Workout After Working Out

Date: 8/9/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: bad_mann_ers, Rating: 11, Source: LushStories

skin that I lusted and she groaned as the kiss grew intense. She pressed her hip into my growing cock, and then let her fingers trace the bulge. She pushed me away and her eyes sought mine. "I need to get laid," she joked as she judged her own actions. "Not here," I joked back. "The bartender would kick us out." "The last time I had sex in a bar, I ended up pregnant and married," she scoffed. We both smiled at her sad joke. Her tone turned serious as she added, "I know a place, but you can't tell anyone." I decided that a little truth now would save a lot of trouble later. "I would have to tell my wife," I said. She looked shocked, so I added, "We have an open marriage. As long as I tell her, it's all good." She studied my eyes for about a half of a second. "I hate that I can't tell if you're telling the truth," she stated. She kissed me again and I could taste her hunger and need. "Wrong as it may be, I just don't care," she said. "Let's go." She slammed most of her drink and we hurried out to my car. I opened the door for her, and she kissed me again. I held her and offered her another opportunity to think about what she was planning. "Do you want me to pick up condoms?" I asked. There was a convenience store next to the bar where I could get some. "My tubes are tied, so I won't get pregnant," she answered. "My wife and I used to be avid swingers," I said. "We get tested for STD's but it's been a year since the last time. The risk is low, but it's something we should ... consider while we can almost think." She did think about it for a moment or two. Finally she said, "My ex cheated on me several times. He caught something treatable from one of them. I got tested and I did not have it or anything else. If what you say is true, my risk was higher of catching something from him than it is from you." She kissed me again and said, "Let's go." It took five minutes to drive to her place. The house was a very large tri-level home. She let us in through a side entrance into a lower level mother-in-law suite. As we moved quickly into the bedroom, I surmised that this was the place she was contemplating moving into. I trusted that she had permission to be there. It felt like we were a couple of teenagers sneaking into her parent’s basement, which was something I hadn't felt in a very long time. For all of her hurry to get to this point, she suddenly hesitated as she stopped at the foot of the bed. "Promise me something," she said hesitantly. "What sort of promise?" I asked. "Promise that when you see my body, if it is too fat or too plain or too hideous to see, just pretend to get a text message and pretend that you have to leave." I smiled and stepped close enough to touch her face. "Okay, I can make that promise. Will you promise me that when I see your body, and when I can't stop my hands from touching you and when I can't stop from tasting you, that you will let me take what I want, as long as it pleases you?" She started to smile and answer yes, but I ...