Wife’s night out - Castle Hill

Rachel bumps into Mark again. This time on an afternoon out with a friend. She goes back to tell her husband all about it.

Rachel stepped through the front door, the faint scent of street food and river breeze clinging to her clothes. The kids were upstairs, their laughter muffled through the floorboards, lost in whatever video game they've into this time.

Andy is in the kitchen, stirring two mugs of tea, back to her as she kicked off her shoes. The early autumn afternoon sun slants through the window, turning the steam into lazy swirls.

"Hey, love," he says say, turning with that easy smile, handing me a mug. "How was the Market? You and Rebecca have a good time?

Rachel takes the tea "It was brilliant. We got loads of stuff- cheeses, those spicy chutneys you like, and a ridiculous amount of fudge."

Andy nodded, sipping his tea, his eyes on Rachel, something told him there was more to come. They went through to the sofa in the living room, Rachel curled up next to Andy.

"Then we hit that cafe by the river for a drink and a bite to eat, Rebecca’s early birthday treat for me. Guess who we bumped into?" She paused "Mark. You know, from the garden party…."

Andy’s eyes light up, that mix of curiosity and heat Rachel was learning so well. She’d done this before- confessing, drip feeding snippets of juicy detail while Andy hung on every word, Andy’s hand drifted to Rachel’s knee. "Yeah of course I know Mark”.
Earlier that summer, a few weeks after a post clubbing taxi ride where Rachel had sucked his cock while he fingered her to a climax Mark had taken her into a spare bedroom at a friends party. While Andy stood downstairs in the garden Mark had fucked her, tits pressed up against a window for anyone who looked up to see. Rachel had confessed immediately, dragging Andy to that same room, the same bed where it all started to let him reclaim her.

Rachel nodded, biting her lip to stifle a grin. "Yeah. He was there alone, browsing the market. We got chatting, and before I knew it, he tagged along for the rest of the afternoon. Flirty as hell, right from the start. Rebecca was cracking up inside, I could tell, because she saw everything at the party. Remember? She was down in the garden talking to you while he had me up against the window."

Andy chuckled, low and rough, his fingers tracing circles on Rachel’s thigh. "How could I forget? Once she knew that I knew she blabbed all. Made it clear that she’ll be your perfect wingwoman, cover for you anytime. So, what happened today?”

Rachel shifted closer, her voice dropping like we're sharing state secrets. "He starts putting his arm around me as we're walking the stalls, all casual-like. Then, bolder, he slips his hand into my jeans pocket and squeezes my bum. Right there in the crowd. Rebecca pretends not to notice, but she's smirking the whole time."

Andy’s breath hitched, hand sliding higher. "Cheeky bastard. And you let him?"

Rachel laughed softly. "Why not? It was fun. The afternoon wore on, and he offers us a lift home. We say yes, Rebecca in the back, me up front. She's chattering away about some stuff, and Mark's got his left hand on my thigh, stroking slow, inching up. I couldn't help it, I reached over, started rubbing his crotch through his trousers. He was hard already, straining."

Andy groaned, pulling her onto his lap so she was straddling him, the teas forgotten on the table. "Fuck, Rachel. Keep going."

She leans in, kissing him deep, tasting the tea on his tongue, her hand slipping under his top to feel the heat of his skin. "Rebecca giggles from the back, 'Get a room, or at least wait till I'm out of the car.' We pull up to her place, and she hops out with a grin. 'Have fun, you two.' Door shuts, and we're off again. Mark's hand back on my thigh, higher now. I unbutton my jeans, slide them down to my knees, panties and all. He runs a finger over my slit, I'm soaked, Andy. From the teasing all day."

Andy’s cock twitches under her, growing hard against her core as she ground lightly, feeling the tension building in him. "Then I unzip him, pull out his dick- it was just like I remembered from the party. He moans, 'I can't drive if you're doing that.' I'm stroking him slow, firm, watching him grip the wheel. 'I’ll pull over,' he gasps. 'Castle Hill, should be quiet at this time.'"

Andy and Rachel are frequent visitors to the hill, it’s a perfect place to take the kids and walk the dogs. It’s almost visible from their bedroom window, that view and their visits are now going to be loaded with this new memory.
"What next? Tell me everything."

Rachel pulls back just enough to meet his eyes, her hips rocking against him. "He parks up at the top. Thankfully it’s empty, no one around. He slides his seat back, and I lean over, take him in my mouth. Blowjob right there, sucking him deep, tongue swirling the head. He's groaning, hand in my hair, thrusting a little. I edge him, stopping just before he came, leaving him throbbing."

Andy’s hands gripped her ass, kneading through the denim. "God. Go on."

"I pull my jeans off one leg, climb across to straddle him. He fingers me, two, then three, curling just right while he lifts my top, bites and licks my nipples. Hard, the way you know I love, sending sparks straight to my pussy. I cum hard, clenching around his fingers, soaking his hand."

Andy unbuttoned her jeans, but she swatted his hand away playfully, giggling. "Not yet."

"Then I lift up, still stroking his firm cock, and slide down onto him, squatting so he's hitting my G-spot perfect. I ride him faster, his hands on my hips, face buried in my tits as I lean back against the wheel. I was so exposed if anyone drove up or walked by, they'd see everything: my pussy stretched around his dick, tits bouncing, me moaning like a slut."

Andy thrusted up against her, his cock begging through his pants. "Did you cum again?"

"Fuck yes," she whispered, nipping his ear. "Pulsed through me, making me grind harder. He groans he's close, but I stop. Lift right off, his dick pops out, slick and hard. He stares, mouth open. 'What?' I jump to the passenger seat, start dressing. 'I'm done. Take me home, my home in case you’ve got other ideas.'"

"'You're just gonna leave me like this?' he groans, all frustrated. 'Yes,' I say, 'keeps you wanting more.' 'So there's gonna be more?' 'We'll see. Now be a gentleman and drive me home.'"

The two are both breathing heavy now, Andy’s hands roaming Rachel’s back as she straddled him tighter. "So you just left him hanging?" Andy asked, echoing Mark’s words, his voice thick with need. Rachel nods, kissing him deeply, her hand stroking his growing cock through his trousers, feeling it throb.

Andy grabbed her arse, pulling down hard, kissing her fiercely. His fingers fumbled for her jeans button again, but she jumped up, giggling, swinging her hips as she headed for the stairs. "Later."

"What? You're leaving me hanging too?" He called, groaning.

"You know the wait makes it better," Rachel. tossed back, her arse framed perfectly in her jeans, teasing him like she teased Mark. .

Up in the bedroom, door clicked shut, Rachel felt the buzz of her phone in her pocket.
Mark: "Can't believe you left me with blue balls! Needed three wanks since I got back just to calm down."

Rachel grins, two men desperate for her. Not bad for a random Saturday that started with no plans at all. But she’s not done teasing, she texts back: "Good. Dream of me tonight."

Slipping out of her clothes, she lay back on the bed, took a selfie of herself, just in her underwear. “This might help” she types pressing send before she changes her mind.