1. Dinner with Rick


    Date: 9/28/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Author: crack-crack, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    staring down her dress, but didn't care. Rick put his arm around her, her head rested on his shoulder in a moment of closeness. They kissed, his hand moving under the table. Her eyes drifted closed. A shuddering sigh escaped from her open lips as she seemed to forget where she was. But then, in a second, she was smiling at me again. She was enjoying this. Was she losing control or teasing me? I guessed it was probably a little of both. But was I sure? Absolutely certain? No. By the time we finished the meal, she was a little past tipsy from her strawberry daiquiris, one of only a few kinds of similar fruity drinks she enjoyed. Rick ran his hand slowly up and down her back as the waiter appeared with the check. Dolly was leaning toward me with a lascivious smile, allowing her dress to fall open, teasing me with an outrageous view of her breasts. She brought her arms together slightly in front of her, squeezing the exposed flesh into tight, firm mounds that threatened to burst free from the daring V that plunged halfway to her waist. She was more delicious, more alive than I had ever seen her. The waiter paused, looking down into the gaping crevice that was once the front of her dress. Rick motioned for him to wait, presented his credit card, and finally sent him on his way. &#034I'm really glad you could join us tonight, G,&#034 he told me. &#034I'm sure you can see why I love to show Dolly off.&#034 I nodded, now speechless from the scotch, and from watching the two of them ...
    together for what seemed like an eternity. He leaned closer, his hand returning to Dolly's lap under the table. &#034She says I make her cum like no other man she?s been with.&#034 He lowered his voice to a whisper, leaning even closer. &#034She loves sex, G. She can't get enough. She tells me I'm the first real man she's ever had. Do you have any idea what that's like, G? To have a woman this beautiful tell you something like that just after you've emptied every last drop inside her?&#034 Astonished and shaken, I glanced to either side to see if anyone had heard him. He was describing my wife as though she was his whore - a whore that claimed she had never had a real man. No one seemed to notice his little game, except the waiter, who had now just returned with Rick's credit card, returning it to the table on the small plastic tray that he hoped would soon hold a very large tip. He thanked Rick, and said something about &#034enjoying the rest of our evening&#034. He stole one more look down the front of Dolly's dress, then turned quickly and left us. My wife had been trying her best not to make a scene. Rick's hand was still in her lap, and started to move more noticeably as the waiter turned his back. She inhaled sharply and tried to re-focus on her surroundings, then removed his hand from her lap and placed it gently on the table. &#034Please, not here,&#034 I heard her tell him. &#034I think that's our cue to leave,&#034 he announced. We made our way through the restaurant ...
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