
I always have permission to play…
My Husband Misses Date Night So Another Man Uses Me
He gives me permission to play when he’s on a work trip.
My husband, Aaron, is away on a work trip, so we can’t go out for our weekly date at the local pub. Instead, he suggested I find someone to fuck so I can share all the filthy details when he gets home. Yeah, my husband is incredible.
As I step into the pub, I survey the dimly lit room, taking in the silhouettes of people sitting at tables and booths, some laughing, some talking, some lost in their own thoughts. I scan the faces of strangers, seeking that one person who can fulfill my husband’s request and my own burning desires.
The chatter of the pub is a low hum, loud enough to be heard but not loud enough to overpower the thumping beat of my heart as someone catches my eye. My attention lands on the muscular figure of a man seated at the bar. He’s wearing jeans and a tight t-shirt that highlights his tattooed arms. His bad boy vibe captures my attention and makes me quiver with anticipation. I’ve seen him here before and he’s always by himself. I hope he wants some company tonight.
I adjust my tight black dress and smooth down my long platinum blonde hair. Here goes nothing. Taking a deep breath, I slink over to the bar in my heels, feeling both nervous and excited.
“Hi there,” I say, drawing his attention to me as I flash him a flirtatious smile. “Mind if I join you?”
He grins back at me. “Of course not. You’re too beautiful to be sitting alone.”
Even though it’s a cheesy line, a wave of desire washes over me. I can feel his appreciative gaze roaming over the curves of my body, taking in my tight black dress and high heels.
I’ve never picked up someone without my husband and this is both thrilling and scary. As I sit down next to the guy, I giggle nervously and feel a blush creep up my cheeks. “Thanks, I’m Marisa.” Hopefully he’ll think my nervousness is cute.
“Vince,” he introduces himself, extending a hand for me to shake. As our fingers touch, a spark of electricity jolts through me, and I can already feel the heat building between us.
As I settle in, I notice he’s stealing glances at my breasts, which are barely contained in my low-cut dress. Mmm, yeah, this guy is going to be putty in my hands soon.
I give him my sultriest smile. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“Likewise, Marisa,” he says, his voice low and sexy. “So, what brings you here tonight?”
Oh God, should I be honest? If he’s not interested in fucking me, I don’t want to waste time on him. Fuck it, I’ll be direct and see what happens.
“I’m looking for a good time,” I reply boldly, meeting his intense gaze. “How about you?”
“Same here,” he admits with a wicked grin. “Seems like we might have something in common, then.”
I bite my lip coyly and agree. “Maybe we do. Why don’t we get a drink and see where the night takes us?”
“Sounds like a plan,” Vince says, signaling the bartender to bring us two glasses of whiskey. As we clink our glasses together and take a sip, I think about my husband’s request and how I’ve never done this before. I feel like such a slut, and it’s liberating.
“Here’s to new experiences,” I toast, raising my glass once more. He laughs and the deep, sensual sound makes my pussy clench and my panties grow damp. Oh yeah, this is the guy I want to fulfill my dirtiest desires tonight.
As I down the last of my whiskey, the warmth of Vince’s muscular arm brushes against mine and sends a shiver of desire racing through me. What are we waiting for? I need this man inside me, fucking me senseless. My pussy throbs with anticipation.
“Vince,” I whisper, leaning in close so that my lips nearly touch his ear. “Do you want to make me really happy tonight?”
He turns his head to face me, his dark eyes filled with lust. “What do you have in mind?”
“Meet me in the restroom in five minutes,” I tell him, giving him a sultry smile.
“Five minutes?” A smirk plays on his lips as I rise from the stool. “I hope I can last that long.”
A thrill of excitement runs down my spine as I flirt back at him. “Trust me, it’ll be worth the wait.”
Jesus, this might be the dirtiest thing I’ve ever done in my life. Am I really going to fuck a dude in the bathroom of the bar? My pussy hums at the thought. Yeah, I guess we are.
As I make my way to the restroom, my heart pounds in my chest, and my pussy grows wetter with each step. I put my purse and phone on the counter while I wait impatiently for him, checking my makeup in the mirror and adjusting my dress so that it clings perfectly to my every curve.
When Vince finally enters, I meet his eyes in the mirror and see the same hungry desire that consumes me. He locks the door behind him, and we share a knowing grin.
“Ready to make me very happy?” I ask, my voice thick with lust.
“Absolutely,” he replies, stalking towards me like a predator closing in on its prey.
Vince wastes no time, pushing me against the cold tiles of the restroom wall. His lips find mine in a hungry, insistent kiss that leaves me breathless and wanting more. I didn’t expect him to be so dominant, and it sends a shiver of delight down my spine.
“Such a sexy little slut,” he whispers against my ear, his hands roaming over my body, squeezing and teasing. “You want this, don’t you?”
“God, yes,” I gasp, my nails digging into his arms. “I need to be fucked.”
“Good,” he growls, his voice commanding. “Now get on your knees and suck my cock. Show me how badly you want it.”
Wow — shit. I’ve never been treated like this, and I’m so down for all of it. As I sink to my knees, my brain buzzes and I feel myself opening up to this new experience. Eager to please him, I look up at him with wide, lust-filled eyes as he unbuckles his belt and releases his thick, hard cock from its confines. The sight of it makes my pussy clench with anticipation, and I wrap my lips around the head, swirling my tongue around it before taking him deeper.
“Fuck,” he groans, his hand gripping my hair tightly. “That’s it, take it all.”
I suck and slurp on his shaft, relishing the taste and feel of him in my mouth. He thrusts into my throat, making me gag and tear up, but I don’t care — I’m loving every second. His thigh muscles quiver and I can tell he’s getting close to coming, so I redouble my effort, desperate to taste his hot cum.
Just when I think he’s about to explode, he pulls out, leaving me panting. Dammit, I want to taste him. He hauls me up by my hair, shoving me face first against the wall. Oh shit, never mind. This is good. I hear his belt buckle clanging against the tiled floor, and he yanks my dress up. My panties disintegrate beneath his hands.
I don’t even have time to gasp before he growls, “Brace yourself,” and I feel the head of his cock pressing against my wet, aching cunt. He slams into me with one hard thrust, burying himself balls-deep inside me.
“Fuck!” I scream, my fingers scrabbling at the cold tiles as he fucks me from behind. His hips slam against my ass with each forceful stroke. The sensation is overwhelming, and I can barely think straight as he pounds into my dripping pussy.
My mind races as his thick cock fills my cunt completely. The rough treatment is electrifying, sending shivers down my spine and making me feel alive in a way I haven’t felt in years. My marriage, my job — everything fades away as I surrender to the pleasure of the moment.
“God, yes!” I moan, my voice echoing off the bathroom walls. “Fuck me harder. Make me your little slut!”
He obliges, gripping my hips tightly and slamming into me with even more force. The sound of our bodies colliding fills the room, accompanied by my gasps and pants. I can barely stand, my legs shaking as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over me.
“Take it,” he grunts, his breath hot on my neck. “You love this, don’t you? You fucking love being used like this.”
“Y-yes!” I stammer, choking back a sob of sheer joy. “I’m a slut. Use me however you want!”
The words only seem to spur him on, and he reaches between me and the wall to pinch my nipples roughly, making me cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. A familiar pressure builds inside my core, threatening to consume me entirely.
“Oh, God. I’m going to come,” I warn him, my voice strained and desperate.
“Go ahead,” he growls, his movements becoming more erratic. “Come all over my cock. Show me what a dirty girl you are.”
That’s all the encouragement I need, and I let go, allowing the orgasm to tear through me like a hurricane. My body convulses violently as I scream, my juices soaking his dick and dripping down my thighs.
“Fuck!” he exclaims, seeming impressed by the intensity of my orgasm. “You really are a dirty little slut, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I pant, my heart still racing. In this moment, I really am a slut and it’s wonderful.
He keeps fucking me and more pleasure courses through me. Oh shit, I might come again. I beg him to fuck me harder as the delight ripples through me.
“Is that what you want, you filthy slut?” Vince grunts, gripping my hips tightly and pounding into me with even more force. Each thrust sends shockwaves of ecstasy through my veins, making my head spin.
“Yes!” I cry out. I can’t believe how good it feels to be taken like this — so rough, so primal. His dirty words only fuel my arousal further, making my pussy clench around his pulsating dick. “I want you to destroy my tight little cunt.”
Vince chuckles darkly, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re such a nasty girl. I bet your husband has no idea just how much of a slut you really are.”
My mind freezes. He’s right. I’ve never shown this side of myself to Aaron. I’ve never been this vocal and such a dirty slut. I try to picture my husband, but the pleasure makes thinking impossible as another orgasm builds within me. My breathing is shallow and erratic, my vision blurring with each powerful thrust.
“Come on,” Vince urges. “Give me another one of those sweet orgasms. Show me what a dirty fucking slut you can be.”
“Ooh God, I’m so close,” I whimper, feeling myself spiral towards another climax.
“Take it, you fucking slut!” Vince roars, slamming into me one last time as he explodes inside me, filling me with his hot, thick cum. The sensation of his seed coating my insides is enough to send me over the edge once more, my body shuddering as I come apart in his arms.
Time loses all meaning as Vince fucks his cum back up inside me and I surrender to the tidal waves of pleasure crashing through me.
“Shit, Marisa,” Vince pants, still buried deep inside me as we both struggle to catch our breath. “You’re one insatiable little slut, aren’t you?”
“Sometimes,” I manage to breathe, my head fuzzy from the intensity of our encounter. I don’t want to tell him I’m only an insatiable slut for my husband. I wouldn’t have fucked him tonight if Aaron hadn’t wanted it.
Vince’s grasp on my hips softens, his breathing steadying as the intensity of our encounter fades. He slides out of me and gently turns me around. He gazes into my eyes, as if he’s ensuring I’m okay. A warm smile spreads across his face, and I beam back at him.
“Are you okay?” he asks softly, concern evident in his voice.
I nod, still reeling from the pleasure coursing through my veins. “Yeah, I’m more than okay,” I admit, feeling a newfound connection with my slutty side.
Vince steps away from me momentarily to pull up his pants. He gathers my torn panties from the floor, handing them back to me with a mischievous grin. “You might need these.”
“Thanks,” I chuckle, realizing just how wrecked they are. I ball them up in my hand, knowing I won’t wear them again tonight.
As I adjust my dress, smoothing the fabric over my still-quivering thighs, Vince reaches out to help me, his touch lingering as he brushes some stray strands of hair from my face. The gentleness is unexpected but welcome after our fervent exchange.
“Marisa,” he whispers, pulling me close for a passionate kiss. “I can’t thank you enough for making my night better.”
“Likewise,” I reply breathlessly, my heart pounding in my chest. Breaking away, I lock eyes with Vince one final time, knowing that our time together has ended. Yet, the memory of this night will forever be etched in my mind, a vivid reminder of the wild and untamed passion that lies within me.
Exiting the bathroom, I feel a warm sense of satisfaction and exhilaration. Vince and I exchange goodbyes and he melts into the crowd beyond. The already noisy bar is even louder now, with music thumping in my ears as I snake through the throngs of people searching for a quiet corner to gather my thoughts. My body shudders with pleasure from Vince’s touch, sending delightful shivers up my spine with every step.
Eventually settling into an empty booth, I pull out my phone, knowing that Aaron is eagerly awaiting news of my night’s adventures. My heart flutters at the thought of sharing this experience with him, the man who truly understands and loves every part of me.
“Hey babe,” I type, fingers trembling slightly. “You won’t believe what just happened. Let’s just say I found someone who knows how to take control. Can’t wait to tell you everything later. It’s gonna blow your mind.”
As I slip my phone back into my purse, I think of Aaron and the incredible gift he’s given me by allowing me to indulge in my most primal desires. Yeah, I married the most amazing man on the planet.
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