Friday arrived, and after dropping my son off at my mother's, I came home to shower and get ready for the wake. I took a long hot shower, before heading into my bedroom and trying to figure out what I was going to wear. It was a reasonably warm day, so I settled on a black dress that stopped just above my knees, and showed minimal cleavage. It wasn't anything overall sexy, but I liked the way that I looked in it. I had put on a few extra pounds after giving birth, and the Covid lockdown, didn't help as I added to those couple of pounds. Most of the weight went to my tits, hips and ass, and although my husband said guys liked curvy women, I didn't feel like I was attractive.
Once I was dressed and ready to go, my husband and I jumped in his truck and were on our way. The funeral home wasn't too far from our house, so we arrived quickly. We parked, and headed inside, where there were already a few people attending the wake. We made our way in, and after introducing me to his friend, and paying my respects, I headed towards the back of the room to grab a seat. My husband stayed up front, where he chatted with his friends and ended up spending most of the evening doing so. I sat in the back, bored out of my life, and eventually decided to just play on my phone, as a few other people were doing the same.
As I was playing on my phone, I heard a voice call out to me. I looked up to see a decent looking gentleman standing next to me. He pointed at the chair by my side and asked if it was taken and I said no. He quickly sat down while thanking me, and introduced himself, telling me his name was Anthony. I did the same, introducing myself to him and asked if he knew the deceased. He mentioned that it was his coworker's grandmother and that he was just there to show support since they worked together. He didn't really know the guy that well and certainly didn't know his grandmother but wanted to do the right thing. I told him that I was in the similar situation and was just there to support my husband's friend. Anthony and I ended up chatting with each other as we sat in the back of the funeral home, and I noticed that we hit it off easily. He was very friendly and outgoing, and certainly easy on the eyes. He had to be about 6 foot tall and had a nice build to him. He looked like he was in his mid-40s and certainly took good care of himself.
We continued to chat as the room began to fill in with more people. I was thankful that he had grabbed the seat next to me and that we were able to chat with each other because if he hadn't, I would have been extremely bored. My husband had intended on staying for the entire length of the wake so I would have been sitting here for several hours by myself. Thankfully, Anthony made the night go by a little quicker.
While we chatted, Anthony mentioned that he was going to smoke in order to make the night a bit easier. He asked if I was interested, and I quickly told him that I wasn't a smoker and didn't like cigarettes. He chuckled while telling me that he wasn't going to smoke a cigarette. A smile quickly crept across my face as I realized what he was referring to. It had been a while since I had smoked a joint, and I certainly wouldn't mind doing so, especially under the circumstances that we were in.
I looked around the room and realizing that my husband was going to be chatting with his friends for the rest of the night, so I decided to go for it. I figured what the heck, we would probably just go outside and take a few hits and then come back in. I agreed with Anthony, and with that we got up and slowly exited the room. Everybody was deep in conversation, so I don't think anyone noticed us leaving.
Once we were outside, Anthony guided me through the parking lot and over to his truck. He unlocked the doors, and opened the back while inviting me in. I was a little hesitant to jump in, since I had just met him, but he reassured me that he wanted to smoke in the truck so nobody would see what we were doing. I thought about it and quickly agreed, realizing that smoking a joint in a funeral home parking lot probably wouldn't look great to a lot of people. I jumped in, and Anthony jumped in behind me.
Once we were settled in the backseat, he reached into the center console and pulled out a joint. He lit it up, and after taking a hit, he passed it to me. I did the same, taking a nice long drag from the joint before passing it back to Anthony. I immediately felt the effects of the weed kick in since I hadn't smoked in a while. It was an enjoyable feeling that I had experienced quite a bit back in the day, until my dealer had moved away. Since then, I haven't smoked and missed it.
As we passed the joint back and forth, I began to feel pretty mellow, and Anthony must have picked up on it. He continued to chat with me and not only began to complement but also flirted with me. I enjoyed the attention because lately I wasn't getting much of it at home. My husband was always busy with work and when he wasn't, he was in his man cave playing with his trains and drinking beer. It was frustrating because we were both in our early 40s and I felt like we should still be having fun. Instead, he was always occupied, and I hadn't gotten laid in close to a year. I had to rely on toys to get pleasure and it was very frustrating, so I was certainly enjoying the compliments and flirting that was coming from Anthony.
As we sat and smoked, I noticed Anthony get a little closer to me and the flirting and compliments continued. I was feeling great and at that point began to flirt with him as well. The two of us were really hitting it off and I was enjoying myself very much. This was literally the most fun that I had had in a very long time. Like I said, life at home had become extremely boring, so sitting here in the back seat of a pickup truck, smoking a joint was a lot of fun for me.
After a bit, we finished the joint and at that point were both feeling pretty good. Anthony continued to lay his charm on me, and I just sat back and smiled, enjoying it. He must've noticed how mellow I was and decided to get bold. He laid out a couple of sweet compliments and after doing so, leaned in and planted his lips on mine out of nowhere. I was caught off guard and shocked but for some reason, I didn't pull back. Instead of pushing him away, I allowed him to kiss me. His lips felt soft as they touched against mine and something about it sent a feeling of excitement through my body.
After kissing me for a bit, he pulled back to see what my reaction would be. I smiled and started to say that we probably shouldn't be doing this, but in reality, I didn't really mean it and Anthony knew it. He quickly leaned back in and the two of us began to kiss each other, going at it a bit more passionately this time. Our tongues intertwined in each other's mouths as he pulled me in closer to him. We kissed each other and as we did, Anthony began to run his hands up and down my arms and back. He took his time, rubbing my skin all around and didn't immediately rush to grab my tits which is what most guys would probably have done.
After running his hands around my arms and legs, he slowly worked his fingers underneath my dress straps. He began to slide them down my arms and I allowed him. He pulled them down to my elbows and I quickly slid my arms through. He then grabbed the top of my dress and slowly slid it down over my tits, allowing them to spring free. He wasted no time lowering his mouth to my hardened nipples. He began licking and sucking on them while squeezing my tits and rubbing them all over his face. As he did this, I laid back and enjoyed the feel and couldn't believe what was occurring. I was like that girl in high school who was about to get laid for the 1st time.
I had literally met this guy a little over an hour ago, at a funeral of all places, and now we were in his backseat, with my tits in his face. It was certainly something that I would never envision myself doing. I guess feeling so lonely lately, combined with the weed that we had smoked, had me feeling good.
After sucking and playing with my tits for a while, Anthony laid me back on the seat and then positioned himself between my legs. He reached down under my dress and quickly removed my panties. After he did that, he began to undo his pants and pulled them down a bit, along with his boxers, allowing his hard cock to spring free. I looked down at it with excitement and it looked rather impressive. Had to be about 7 inches long and fairly thick.
Once he had it out, Anthony looked around to make sure there was no one in the area before grabbing his cock and lining it up with my wet and eager opening. He rubbed the tip against my pussy before slowly penetrating me and burying his cock deep inside my excited pussy. He let it sit for a second before beginning to slowly thrust as I let out a soft moan and wrapped my arms around him. He took his time at first, slowly fucking me and allowing the both of us to enjoy the feeling of what was occurring. I still couldn't believe that I was in some stranger's truck, getting fucked, in the parking lot of a funeral home.
As Anthony fucked me, I wrapped my arms and legs around him tightly and began to moan into his ear, telling him to fuck me, which was something I never did with my husband. The moaning turned him on, and he began to fuck me harder and harder.
As his cock thrust in and out of my pussy like a piston, I began to get a feeling of energy running through my body. I began to breathe heavily, and my body began to shake as I started cumming. I gripped Anthony tightly and bucked my hips upwards as waves of ecstasy rushed through my body. I came extremely hard, flooding Anthony's cock with my juices. He continued to fuck me as hard as he could while I enjoyed one of the most intense orgasms I had ever experienced. I couldn't remember the last time I came so hard.
As I came down off of my high, Anthony fucked me as hard as he could and yelled out that he was going to cum. I moaned into his ear for him not to stop and within a few seconds, he erupted deep inside of me, flooding my pussy with his hot seed. He continued to thrust while shooting wave after wave of his hot and sticky cum deep into my pussy.
He did that until he was done shooting off the last of his load, and then collapsed onto the seat next to me. I could feel his cum seeping out of my pussy and there was something erotic about that. We both sat for a minute and tried to catch our breaths, before deciding to clean up and regroup ourselves.
Once we were ready, we headed back into the funeral home where everyone was still busy chatting. Nobody noticed that we had left, and that was a great thing. Anthony and I went back to sitting where we were before and chatted with each other until the service came to an end.
I was soon on my way home with my husband, with a pussy full of Anthony's cum, and his phone number saved in my phone. I couldn't wait to smoke with him again...
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