Brunch
written by:
mcerotic

They were waiting in line for a table for brunch when it started. Her husband went to the bathroom. There was a younger man beside her. Much younger.

Edith was 39, married for 11 years. In her twenties she'd been stunning, she could have any man she wanted but rarely did. Now she was still very attractive. Blonde hair and blue eyes. Slim, hourglass figure, large breasts that were still very firm. An ass that she knew looked great in anything tight, especially if she wore heels.

He was perhaps 25. Maybe a bit younger. He looked fit without looking like he was some body-builder type. Tight t-shirt and faded jeans. Beach sandals. He looked hot without even trying.

"I bet you did it this morning, didn't you?" the young man said.

"What?"

"Sex. You had sex before coming here."

For a moment she was so surprised that she couldn't say a thing. "You can't just ask a stranger that."

"I know. That's why it's so fun. So did you?"

"How about you? Did you?" Feisty. Giving as good as she got.

"Yes. Last night was great. A few beers and an Indian, the perfect Saturday evening."

"On your own?"

"No. I told you. I had an Indian. She's outside having a cigarette. Your turn now."

"No, we didn't, as it happens."

"That's the trouble with being married. It's routine. You need a toyboy."

"I do not."

"At least to fantasize about. Even if you don't dare do it."

"You are arrogant, aren't you?"

"I know. But I only have a minute or two. Then your husband will be back. And my friend. And we'll have to talk about the weather."

"I can't believe I'm having this conversation."

"Give me your number."

"You must be joking."

"Too late. You missed your chance," he said as her husband returned from the bathroom. "So apparently it might rain next week," he continued as her husband joined them in the line. A moment later a very attractive Indian woman came in from outside and took his hand.

"Your tables are ready," the hostess said to them. She seated both couples at two tables near each other but not adjacent.

She and her husband ate their brunch. They didn't talk much. Couples who are comfortable with each other don't feel the need to fill every second with conversation. But on the other hand she couldn't stop thinking about him. He was right that she fantasized about having a lover even though she would never do it. What did he say? "Dare to do it." She wasn't sure it was a lack of daring, more that it just wasn't congruent with her own view of herself as a faithful wife. But...she felt a flutter between her legs. She'd not been hit on quite so blatantly since she wore a wedding ring. She'd never been tempted before. She wished she'd given him her number now, not that she was going to do it but that at least there would be a next time, a bit more than a one-minute conversation standing in line in a café.

She and her husband paid. She took a business card out of her purse and held it in her hand. She wasn't quite sure what she could do but, to her surprise, fate was on her side. The Indian girl had gone to the bathroom as they walked out. She dropped the card on his table without even so much as looking at him. Fate. It would all be up to fate now.

He didn't contact her until the middle of the week during work hours. To flirt with a married woman meant being discreet. Not just being discreet but being seen to be discreet. He texted her: "can i call you?"

She was at her desk at work. She decided to call him.

"Hi," he said. She didn't even know his other name.

"Hi," she replied. Suddenly she had no idea what to say.

"So you want a toyboy?"

"I do not."

"You want one. That's why you called. You just aren't brave enough to try it."

"I'd forgotten how arrogant you are."

"It's a good job. Or you'd never have given me your number. You wouldn't have the excitement of letting me into your pants."

"That's not going to happen."

"Not yet, I agree. Maybe one day. Do you like wine?"

She was a knocked a bit off-balance by the sudden change of topic. "Err...yes, I do."

"Then I'm going to buy you a glass of wine tonight. 7pm. Viognier."

"I can't...not tonight."

"Got to go home and make the spaghetti carbonara for hubby. When then?"

"Thursday...he's..." Her voice fell away.

"He's away for the night?"

"Only out to dinner..."

"So you'll be safe. Even if you are tempted you won't be able to."

"Shit. I can't do this."

"Viognier at 7 on Thursday then."

"No. I'm not going."

"I'll see you there. Wear a thin bra."

"What? Why?"

"Because when you get aroused I want to see your nipples poking through your top."

"You are something else. I should never have called you."

"I'll see you on Thursday then."

"Probably not."

"I guess that's an improvement from ‘i'm not coming'. I'll be there anyway."

"Have a good time on your own then."

"No, I don't think so. I think you are more adventurous that that."

"How do you mean?"

"You've never had an opportunity like this before. You might not get one again. You will want to find out."

"You think you know me well, don't you?"

"You are a woman. You are a happily married woman. But you have an itch. Maybe someone else could scratch that itch. I'll see you on Thursday."

Before she could think of something to reply to something so direct her phone clicked. He'd already disconnected. She knew she shouldn't go but she also knew that she would. She was a faithful wife. She would be able to remain in control of the situation but also have a little bit of excitement, not really naughty but just naughty enough. He was right, she did need a bit more excitement in her life.

He was already there when she arrived with a bottle of wine and two glasses, at a table in the corner with nobody else nearby. She sat down. He picked up the bottle and poured her a glass.

"Pinot noir. Everyone likes a good pinot. Earthy and sexy." He passed her the glass. "So, your name is Edith?"

"Yes," she said. "And you?"

"Edward. See, Ed and Ed, we are destined for each other."

She laughed. "I don't think so."

"Then why did you come?"

"It's surprisingly fun flirting with you."

"You like the danger."

"It's not dangerous. I'm not going to do anything more than flirt."

"Until you get aroused."

"And how is that going to happen?"

"I bet you look great naked," he said, looking her up and down, making no attempt to hide that he was imagining her stripped.

"Well...not as good as when I was 20 but I'm very happy with my body."

"I'm sure I'll be happy with it too."

"In your dreams."

"So how's your sex life? As good as when you were 20?"

"You don't let up, do you? It's different."

"More comfortable. More routine. Less adventurous. When did you last do something new?"

She sat there silently. He was right. She hadn't done anything different for years. At least she and her husband still had sex. Some of her friends had pretty much given it up.

"That's why you need a toyboy," he continued. "A new cock."

She almost did a double-take at his escalation of the discussion.

"I can't believe we are sitting in this beautiful wine-bar and you are...well, talking dirty to me."

"You'd like to see it, wouldn't you?"

The thought hadn't actually crossed her mind until that point but suddenly she couldn't stop herself imagining him, his cock, hard and ready for her. She felt an unexpected flutter between her legs. She squirmed a little in her seat. He noticed, knew she was starting to get aroused. She could feel moisture in her pussy.

"Do you like sucking?" he asked.

Her pussy fluttered with arousal again as the unwanted image of herself taking his cock into her mouth forced itself into her mind. She knew she should leave but she was also like a moth circling a flame, unable to pull away. She felt her nipples harden. Despite her rational mind telling her she should choose a thick bra, on the spur of the moment after having a shower she'd put on the thinnest one she had, just like he'd demanded.

"Nice nipples," he said quietly. She glanced down. The little pyramids of her nipples were clearly visible through the thin bra and the silk blouse.

Edward picked up the wine bottle and refilled both their glasses.

"Are you hard?" she said quietly. If they were going to play rough and dirty then she'd better join in.

"I am. For you." He put his hand on her leg just above the knee, and slid it up letting his fingertips graze the inside of her thigh.

"And you are wet, aren't you?"

"Yes," she said quietly as if she was confessing to a crime.

"You'd love to feel me inside you, wouldn't you? My cock in your pussy."

He let his hand slide further up her thigh, almost letting the edge of his finger reach her pussy lip. She let out a small moan and her body shivered.

She couldn't believe how blatant he was, making no attempt to be subtle. He wanted to fuck her and he was making it clear. She could fell her pussy flood with arousal. She must be dripping. She'd not been so excited for years. Over a decade probably.

"So what about you?" she said. "Why are you into older married women?"

"They are a wonderful combination. They have forgotten how exciting and varied sex can be. But they know their body well and they don't bother with silly games like girls my age. It's such a thrill for them...for you...to have a new lover, who does things differently. Even your orgasm will be different. You'll be more enthusiastic than you've been for years."

"Oh my god, I can't believe we are having this conversation. Especially here, in public."

"Nobody can overhear us."

"I know. But I still feel as if everyone can tell."

"Can tell what?"

"How...aroused I am...you've got me."

"So when are we going to do it?"

"What?"

"When am I going to unzip your jeans...pull down your panties...spread your legs?"

She shivered again. "Oh gosh I can't believe I'm even considering it."

"Tomorrow night. Book a hotel room."

"I can't stay out all night."

"I know. But I can. You can come back in the morning."

"You've got me so mixed up now."

"Because you know you shouldn't fuck me...but you know you are going to."

"Don't make me admit it. Do you have a credit card?"

"Of course."

"Then you book the hotel room. I'll pay for it, but in cash. Safer that way."

"How expensive a hotel?"

"Try and get us into the W. I love modern hotels."

Edward picked up the wine bottle and emptied the last of it into their two glasses.

"You aren't going to flake and not show up are you?"

"No, I'll be there. Now you need to calm me down. I can't go home in this state."

"Let me tell you about the wine."

They discussed wine, with no mention of sex, as they finished the bottle. He paid and he walked her to her car. He kissed her chastely on the cheek.

"That's very restrained...for you, anyway."

"Someone who knows you might see us. I'm very discreet. Tomorrow I'll kiss you properly."

"What do you mean properly?"

"With my tongue...in your mouth...then in your pussy...and then..."

"Oh my, you are getting me all worked up again. I must go."

Edith got into her car and drove off. Edward walked back to his car. When he got home he made a reservation for the following evening. Then he packed a small overnight bag with a change of clothes and a few toys. He left work a little early and checked into the hotel. He could feel his cock, semi-hard in anticipation of getting Edith naked and giving her the wildest sex she'd probably had for years.

She called him when she was on her way. They agreed to meet in the bar for a drink first. It felt like too much for her to simply arrive at the hotel and go to his room...their room. Didn't fit her self-image. Somehow going upstairs with him after a drink would be more natural, as if they'd just met in the bar rather than planned the whole thing.

"OK?" he asked as she walked up to the table where he already had a cocktail.

"Not at all," she said. But with a smile.

The waitress came over and she ordered a cocktail too. A strong one.

"Let it be noted," he said laughing, "that I did not pick that very alcoholic cocktail, you did it of your own free will."

"I know. I'm going to do lots of stuff of my own free will to my own surprise. I'm not sure how you persuaded me. You must be some sort of hypnotist."

They drank their drinks and chatted casually. He seemed to her to be deliberately keeping things low key, not trying to get her aroused in the bar. They had all evening. He charged the drinks to the room and then they walked to the elevator and soon were in the room.

He put his hands on her waist, bent forward and kissed her on the lips.

"Don't go too fast," she said quietly, as if she might be overheard. "I feel like...to be honest, it feels like my first time again. As if I'm a shy teenager unsure of whether I should do it or not."

They kissed again, this time his tongue started to explore until it found hers. His hands slipped from her hips to her ass-cheeks and he pulled her toward himself. She could feel his cock, already hard, pushed against her mound. He stepped back a little, grabbed one of her hands and placed it on his pants over his cock.

"Oh my, it's been a long time...you know...since I've touched one for the first time."

She gently rubbed his cock through his pants. He reached down, undid the buckle on his belt, unzipped his pants and pushed them down. He wasn't wearing any underwear so his cock stuck out, rock hard and almost throbbing.

"Kneel down," he said, quietly but firmly. She knew exactly what he meant. She kicked off her shoes and knelt on the floor, sitting back on her heels. His cock was inches from her mouth. She opened her mouth wide and he slowly pushed moved himself forward. When the pink cockhead seemed to be completely in her mouth she closed her lips over his shaft and started to run her tongue around him. "Oh yes," he encouraged. As she sucked his cock he unbuttoned his shirt and soon he was as naked as she was full-clothed, still wearing the clothes she had put on that morning to go to work.

She reached up and wrapped one hand around the shaft of his cock so that she could stroke him as she licked the head. He started to rock his hips a little, gently fucking her mouth. She pressed forward taking him deeper, feeling him hit the back of her throat. She brought up her other hand and caressed his balls. They were completely smooth and hairless, he'd obviously shaved for her that morning just as she had done for him.

She could feel her pussy rippling with pleasure. She wanted to touch herself but she was still fully clothed. But she knew it would not be long before he would strip her naked and it would be her turn to have his tongue exploring her most intimate corner.

As she continued to fuck him with hand and mouth, she felt his hand undoing the buttons on her blouse. He slid his hand inside and slipped it into her bra. Her nipple was hard like a small pebble pressed against his palm. He moved his hand and took her nipple between finger and thumb. He squeezed her hard, just short of being painful. She heard herself moan. He started to gently massage her nipple.

She could sense that he was close to cumming. She backed off a little, teasing him by slowing down, just touching him lightly. "Oh I'm so close," he moaned. She continued to use her tongue on his cockhead, slowly working his arousal up to the point of no return. She felt his cock jerk in her mouth and then tasted the first jet of cum as it blasted into her mouth. His cock jerked again and again as she slowly pumped him and his body emptied into her mouth.

She stood up and swallowed. He crouched down and undid the button on her pants and unzipped her. Then he pulled them down along with her panties as if he was racing to see how fast he could get her naked. Meanwhile she finished undoing her blouse, took it off, reached behind and unclipped her bra. Soon she was naked too.

He pushed her across the room backwards. The bed hit her behind her legs and she collapsed onto it, almost automatically spreading her legs. It was twenty years since anyone other than her husband had seen her pussy and she suddenly had a moment when she felt self-conscious. But he had his hands on her thighs before she could bring her legs together. He was kissing the sensitive silky skin on the inside of her thighs, not quite touching the smoothly shaved skin of her outer lips. She groaned as his tongue finally started to play with her lips. She had small inner labia hidden inside. He continued to kiss her fleshy outer lips, carefully keeping his tongue out of her slit, teasing her by not quite touching the most sensitive parts and giving her some relief from the tension that was ratcheting up inside her.

Her whole body shivered when he finally ran the tip of his tongue the whole length of her slit from near her entrance to the base of her belly. He barely touched her. Then he ran back down again almost to her asshole. Next time he ran up he pushed a little harder so that just the tip of his tongue started to press between her outer lips, but not yet far enough to touch her inner labia. Her body was shivering with excitement, eagerly awaiting that moment when he'd touch her there. Her clit felt like it was swollen and hard, perhaps even erect like a tiny penis. Gradually he worked his tongue a little deeper into the furrow of her sex.

She felt him gently part her outer lips with his fingers, opening up her sex, revealing the little pink folds within. The tip of his tongue pushed into her opening, tasting the nectar of her arousal. She let out a long moan.

"Oh my god, I don't remember ever being on fire like this."

He opened up her sex a little more. She could sense rather than feel that her clit was exposed. He blew gently on it. She ached for the touch of his tongue there, a relief of the unbearable tension that he was creating in her body. He lightly touched her clit with just the tip of his tongue. Her whole body jerked as if she'd been hit with a jolt of electricity. She let out an animalistic growl, a sound she'd never heard come out of her mouth before.

She could feel a finger just pushing into the entrance to her cunt, hovering, teasing. She longed for him to push it fully into her, her cunt felt like it was almost trying to suck him in. His finger started to circle in her opening. She couldn't believe how wet she was. Her whole pussy felt engorged and hot. His tongue started to gently nuzzle her clit, sending little sparks of arousal shooting through her. The finger circling between her wet lips gradually started to penetrate a little deeper into her. She realized she was moaning almost continuously now. His finger and tongue were hardly moving but she felt like she was burning with arousal. He was barely touching her but he had her on the cusp of orgasm.

Suddenly he licked her clit hard and at the same time he roughly shot his finger into her cunt. She squealed out loudly as her body exploded in instantaneous orgasm. As he continued to roughly lick her sensitive clit, he fucked her hard and fast with a finger. Or maybe it was two or three. She was too far gone in ecstasy to be able to think straight. As her orgasm gradually subsided, he slowed down until he was barely moving his finger in her, barely nuzzling her clit.

The finger in her pussy pulled out and slipped lower. She squirmed a little as his fingertip found the dimple of her asshole, circling on it, rubbing in the juices that had run down from her pussy into the crack of her ass.

"You've never been fucked in there, have you?" he said.

"No, it has no appeal," she said, gradually getting her breath back from the intense climax that had burst through her body.

"If I want it, you'll give it to me." It was a statement, not even a question.

"Oh shit. Isn't it painful? You know that if you get me excited enough I'll do whatever you want."

He moved up the bed between her legs. He was hard again. She moved her legs wider apart. She felt his cockhead between her lips, felt her own hips moving up, trying to get him inside herself. He bent forward and kissed her, his cock still just nudging into her, tantalizing, teasing but not penetrating. He started to fuck her, just going in and out about half an inch. She heard herself starting to moan again.

He gradually fucked her a little deeper, going inside her first and inch and then a couple. Suddenly he thrust his hips forward and buried his entire cock in her cunt. She screamed out with surprise and pleasure as instantly she felt full. He was thick, thicker than her husband, it was almost painful when he first forced himself into her body. He started to thrust back and forth in her, pulling his cock out until just his knob was inside her before slamming back into her hard and fast. She wrapped her legs around his back and started to rock herself in time with his thrusts. First her hips and then pretty much her whole body. She thrust herself up to meet him as he thrust down into her.

He wrapped his arms around her and rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him without his cock leaving her body. She sat up, impaled on his hard rod. He reached up and started to caress her breasts, flicking his thumbs over her nipples.

"Make me cum," he said.

She started to rock herself back and forth on him. He reached forward and pressed a finger against her clit so that her thrusting hips sent spasms of excitement through her own body as well as his.

"Are you close?" she asked, sensing from his breathing that he must be.

"Yes. Keep going."

It took just a few more thrusts of her hips.

"I'm going to cum."

She lifted herself off his cock and then lowered her body so that the shaft of his cock was pressed between her pussy lips. She continued to move herself back and forth, stroking his cock with her wet pussy. A rope of white cum shot from his cock onto his belly. She continued to masturbate him with her pussy lips as jet after jet spurted onto his belly.

When his orgasm completed, she bent down and licked up the cum off him, licking him completely clean like a cat cleaning its fur. She moved up the bed and they lay in each other's arms.

"I'm going to have to go now," she said.

"I've got something for you," he said. He got off the bed and got a small box out of his suitcase. He opened the box. It contained two steel balls, a bit over an inch in diameter.

"What are they?" she asked.

"Ben wa balls," he said. "They are hollow and there is another little ball inside each one that rolls around. You have to keep them inside yourself until tomorrow. Whenever you move you'll remember me."

He picked up one ball and gently pressed it against the opening to her vagina. Her body resisted for a moment and then it vanished inside her. He pushed the second ball into her.

She knelt on the bed and rocked her hips a little. "It feels funny. Not exactly arousing...but nice all the same. But what if he wants sex tonight?"

"Is it likely?"

"Not really. I'll just have a headache."

She got off the bed and stood up.

"Wow. It's hard not to think about sex with those things moving around inside me. It's as if I've got a little animal in there."

"Exactly."

She picked her clothes up off the floor and got dressed. He gave her a kiss and a keycard.

The following morning she left the house earlier than she usually did to go to work. In the car she could feel the balls inside her vagina each time she braked or went around a corner. They were not so much exciting as just insistent. Insistent that she be aware of her cunt, that she think about sex. Soon she was pushing the keycard into the slot on the door, knowing that it would not be long before her lover—she couldn't believe she had a lover— pushed himself into her own slot. The balls moved inside her, reminding her again of her infidelity, as she opened the door.

He was lying in bed watching as she walked into the room. Neither of them said anything. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse and took off her bra, aware of his eyes on her. Her nipples hardened as she unzipped her pants. She pushed them down and stepped out of them, just wearing the smallest thong she owned. His eyes were glued to where the tiny strip of cotton hid her pussy. She slipped the thong over her hips and it fell to the ground. Then she slipped into bed with him again.

"Hi toyboy," she said. She gave him a kiss.

"I told you you needed a toyboy."

"I still can't believe I'm doing this."

He reached under the pillow and pulled out some soft rope. "Lie on your front."

He tied a loop around each of her wrists and then tied the other end of the rope to the bed. She was stretched out in a Y pattern. He picked up a scarf and wrapped it around her head, blindfolding her.

He pushed a pillow underneath her hips so her ass was partially pushed in the air. She parted her legs. Even though she couldn't see she could almost feel his gaze on her pussy lips. The long furrow between her fleshy hairless lips that hid the little petals within that guarded her opening. She knew that was exactly where he was looking. Her body shivered a little, and the balls still inside her pussy rolled around amplifying the feeling.

But he wasn't looking at her pussy.

"What a cute asshole you have," he said. She felt him pull her cheeks wide apart.

Her body twitched when she felt his tongue press against her there. It felt so wrong at first but...she had to admit that the more he licked her the better it felt. He pushed his tongue hard on the centre of her asshole and she felt her body partially relax to let the tip of his tongue start to penetrate the tight ring of muscle. It felt dirty and exciting. Like the first time she'd let a boy put his hand in her panties all those years ago.

He got up and she sensed that he had walked across the room to his suitcase again. She felt a dribble of something cool on her asshole. When his finger touched her she realized it was slippery and slick, some form of lube. First he smeared it around the tight pucker and then he pushed a fingertip into her. Nobody had ever touched her there before so it felt very weird. But if she stopped thinking about how taboo it felt and just focused on the sensations she had to admit it felt good. Sexy even. But it was just a finger, and that felt tight...she couldn't imagine what it would feel like if he pushed his thick cock into her. Was he really planning on doing that?

She felt him push a second finger into her along side his first, forcing her asshole open still wider. She felt very tight on his fingers at first. However, he started to gently fuck her, slipping his fingers in and out of her ass. Gradually she felt her body relax and it ceased to feel tight and uncomfortable.

She groaned when he pushed a third finger into her. It was right on the limit of what she could take, very intense, almost painful. Somehow being blindfolded made it worse, without being able to see anything she was completely focused on all the feelings in her asshole, unaccustomed to any attention at all.

He pulled his fingers from her and she felt more lube being dribbled along the crack of her ass. She felt what she knew had to be his cockhead pressed against her asshole. He pushed, firmly but slowly. She felt him start to enter her. It felt like her tiny asshole was distended around an enormous wooden rod.

"Oh gently," she said. It was as much as she could take, a little painful but bearable. As her body got used to the invasion she could feel his cock slip a little deeper into her. Never having been fucked anally before she really wasn't sure how deep he was into her. He pulled back a little and then pushed forward again, penetrating her a little deeper. As he started to fuck her, she felt her body give up the fight and start to relax. He was thrusting deeper and harder into her ass now. She could feel the steel balls in her cunt rolling too as his thrusts rocked her whole body. She couldn't remember such an extreme feeling, the hard cock forced into her tight asshole and the balls inside her pussy pressed against his thrusting cock, with the inner balls rolling around sending additional spasms of excitement sparking through her.

She could feel his belly pressed against her ass cheeks now, so she knew he was completely buried in her ass. She felt a thrill at the realization that she managed to take his thick cock up her ass.

Suddenly she came. It was a complete surprise, an orgasm out of nowhere. One moment he was thrusting into her now-relaxed asshole and suddenly she was spasming on him, her asshole rhythmically squeezing his cock, her cunt squeezing the unyielding steel balls. She squealed in surprise and pleasure as the intense waves of her orgasm washed through her entire body. He continued thrusting in and out of her asshole as it pulsated on his cock.

"I'm going to cum," he said, speeding up his thrusting a little.

"Oh yes," she moaned. "Cum in me. Cum in my virgin ass."

He thrust a few more times and then she felt his cock jerk, knowing that he was pumping thick gobs of cum into her rectum. He lay on her back. She could feel his cock in her asshole, no longer quite as hard as it was. He pulled out of her, removed the blindfold and untied her.

She glanced at the clock beside the bed.

"Shit, I need to get to work," she said.

"So do I."

"Really? I don't even know what job you do. No, don't bother to tell me. I'm not going to pretend that I'm interested in you for anything other than this."

"I'm just your fucktoy?"

"Exactly."

"When are we going to do it again?"

"Soon. A girl could get used to this. Like an addictive drug."

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