With no other customers to worry about, and feeling hornier than she had in years, Sheila decided to see where this would go. She scooted her chair in a little closer to the table. This gave both men easier access to her legs under the table and brought her closer to touching them if she wanted. With thoughts of her husband pushed from her mind she reached down and placed her hand over top of Neal's. He gave her thigh a firm squeeze before she guided his hand up to the crotch of her dress pants. She radiated a moist heat that got more intense as Neal started rubbing her twat through her pants. With her free hand she reached under the table and started rubbing Jim's cock through his pants.
Sheila gave a quick glance over her shoulders to make sure Robert wasn't back yet. Seeing that he was nowhere around she pushed forward in her chair, grinding her pussy against Neal's hand. Jim also glanced at the bar and seemed to figure they'd have some time alone. He reached down, unzipped his fly, and freed his cock from the confines of his pants. Sheila wrapped her hand loosely around his member and started to slowly jerk him off. His wasn't the biggest dick she had seen, but it had a nice girth to it. Plus right now with the danger of being caught and Neal rubbing her slit, any dick would do.
She increased her speed on Jim's member, occasionally shifting down to his sack to fondle his balls. By this time Neal had leaned forward and slipped his hand down the front of her pants. He rubbed his middle finger around on her tiny clit for just a second or two before reaching down and sliding the finger into her. She could see by the movement of Neal's shoulder that he was jerking off with his other hand. The table blocked her view so she couldn't tell if his dick was out or if his hand was down her pants.
Jim's cock had gone firm as rock and was emanating heat. She could tell by the firmness and his facial expressions that he wouldn't last much longer. Now Neal had worked two fingers into her drenched pussy and she wasn't sure she could hold out too much longer herself. She widened her legs as Neal shoved a third finger in. Sheila let go of Jim for a moment and grabbed onto her seat with both hands. She bucked her hips slightly as she came on Neal's hand. Neal gave out a small chuckle and took his hand out of her pants. Sheila noticed he no longer seemed to be jacking off but she wasn't sure if he had came yet or not. Sheila gasped a few times catching her breath. With another glance back to see if Robert had seen them yet or not she said to Jim "I bet you could use some release too?"
"I thought you'd never ask doll." Jim answered.
Robert hadn't come back yet. Who knows what the hell he was doing back there. This and the recent orgasm had made Sheila braver. She pulled her chair out a bit then leaned forward to take Jim's still hard prick into her mouth. She took the rubbery head into her mouth and slowly ran her tongue down the spongy underside of his dick. Jim let out a small moan and pushed into her mouth slightly. Sheila bobbed and sucked, picking up her pace in hopes of getting Jim to cum before Robert finally got back. She grabbed the base of his prick with her left hand jerking him into her mouth as she sucked and gave his balls a gentle squeeze with her right hand. This was all it took. Jim moaned again and mumbled "Oh fuck." He ran his hand through Sheila's hair and gently pushed her head down while thrusting his cock into her mouth. Sheila was taken by surprise as the first blast of cum gagged her a little, but she was able to swallow it and the rest down. It was bitter and disgusting. And she loved it.
Sheila sat up, double checked to see that Robert hadn't come back. Then tried to compose herself. "Wow, that was more than I was expecting." A brief flood of guilt ran through the back of her mind. She had been drunk on hormones, but now that she had taken a moment to think she felt terrible about her husband.
"I'm really sorry guys, I shouldn't have let things go so far. Excuse me."
With that Sheila got up to head off to the ladies room. Neal was looking at her somewhat concerned, and Jim was slouched in his chair almost panting. He had somehow been able to put his dick back in his pants, but it appeared to have taken the last of his energy.
Inside the ladies room Sheila splashed her face with some cold water and fixed her hair. "What the fuck? I'm married. I'm at work. I'm still kind of turned on," she said to herself in the mirror. The guilt seemed to have passed. She still felt bad, but no so much. the excitement of the moment seemed to be playing back in her mind and made the guilty feelings fade away. |