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A Stiff Prick Has No Conscience

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I get carried away in Trader Vic's with a friend of my wife's. 


A Stiff Prick Has No Conscience -  My recent story of being jacked off by a stripper in a night club reminded me of another true experience that happened to me years ago. I was married and my wife had a close girlfriend who was drop dead gorgeous. The girlfriend had visited us on our boat clad in a skimpy bikini and she had a body to die for. I had always admired the girlfriend and she had always been super friendly to me but not in a flirty way. At the time I first met her we were living on the east coast in northern Virginia but later moved to California. After living there for a few months, I had to travel back east to work a trade show for my company. My wife suggested that I contact the girlfriend, whose name was Gloria, and take her to dinner. She gave me Gloria’s phone number. I’ll be honest with you readers, at the time I was a bit surprised that my wife would even suggest something like that but I didn’t question it because I thought it would be fun to take the girlfriend out to dinner. I had no expectations that it would be anything other than dinner together. Little did I know!!! I was staying at a motel in southern Maryland and the girlfriend lived in northern Virginia, so we agreed to meet at Trader Vic’s restaurant located in the lower level of the Hilton Hotel in Washingon D.C. Back when my wife and I lived in northern Virginia, we were regular customers at Trader Vic’s and had even held our wedding reception there. So, I was quite well known to the maître d’ and many of the workstaff. Gloria and I met in the lobby of Trader Vic’s and she was just as attractive as I remembered her. The maître d’ was pleased to see me because it had been some time since we had moved to California. We were given a somewhat private booth back in the corner of the restaurant. After our dinner we were working on our third rum cup which is a fairly potent rum drink that’s served in a large bowl with two straws. Somehow the conversation had shifted onto sexual matters. I really don’t remember exactly how that had happened. We both had had enough rum cups that our behavior became very uninhibited. We started kissing and I ran my hand up under her skirt and managed to pull her panties to one side and penetrate her pussy with my fingers. By this time the waiters saw us and elected to leave us alone. The table was heavily draped so no one could see what was going on under it, but it had to very obvious that something was up. One of the things that was up was my cock and she whispered in my ear to unzip my pants and take it out. Which I did without giving it a moment’s thought. As we finished off our third rum cup, she was jacking my cock and I was fingering her pussy. However, I didn’t want her to finish me off because I wasn’t too keen about shooting my cum onto Trader Vic’s expensive carpet. Plus, I wasn’t sure I could avoid reacting to my orgasm in such a way that everybody within 20 feet would know what was going on. At time this went down, I had been with my wife for ten years and continued for another 15 after that. I had no intention of cheating on her when the evening began, but a stiff prick has no conscience. I paid the bill and left a humongous tip in reward for the privacy the staff had given us while we worked over each other’s genitals. Her car, which was a ’65 Mustang, was parked out on the street near the Hilton. Mine was in the Hilton garage. I walked her out to her car and we both got in and took up right where we left off. I had my cock out which was still fully erect and we both continued to masturbate each other. I really wanted to fuck her, and she was willing but the space inside that Mustang was just too limited for anything like that. Instead she jacked me off. I had anticipated the possibility of that happening and had managed to bring one of the cloth napkins from Trader Vic’s and used it to catch all my cum. Even though we were parked right on a main street with both cars and pedestrians driving or walking by, the windows were so steamed up that nobody could see what we were doing. Anyway, after all the extended foreplay that had gone on, it didn’t take me long to cum and I blew a huge load into the cloth napkin. But I was a long way from satiated. I wanted to see her naked body and I wanted to fuck her brains out. I asked if we could go to her apartment and finish our little entanglement up properly. She was just as horny as I was, probably more so because although I had climaxed, she hadn’t. She eagerly agreed. I got my car and followed her back to her apartment. By now it was getting pretty late. After midnight. As we entered her apartment, she told me to be quiet because she had two roommates and didn’t want to wake them. We went into her room and immediately ripped our clothes off and proceeded to perform every known sexual act on each other’s bodies. And it was wonderful. I think over the course of the night, I had three or four more orgasms and so did she. All of my semen loads ended up deep in her pussy or down her throat. It was one of more memorable sex sessions I can ever remember having. We finally called it quits about 5 am after four glorious hours of non-stop sex and then fell asleep. When we finally awoke, about 7 am, one of her roommates was up making breakfast. Gloria told me there was no way I could leave through the front door because she didn’t want her roommates to see me. She hadn’t mentioned this before, but it turned out she was engaged to be married to some guy and she didn’t want her roommates to know she had been cheating on him. Frankly I don’t know how her roommates could not know that something was going on. We made no effort to be quiet. Well, I had to get out of there somehow because I had to do a trade show starting at 9 am and it would take me that long to drive back to Maryland, have a shower, and put on my trade show clothes. The only way out was through her bedroom window. Although she had a ground floor apartment, the land sloped away from building in the back and it was about a ten-foot drop to the ground. It was raining and as I climbed out the window in my high dollar suit and shoes, I hung from the window and dropped to the wet and muddy ground with my shoes sinking right into the mud. By the time I scrambled to my rental car I was soaking wet. Despite the conditions, I was on cloud, nine reliving over and over in my mind every single minute of enjoying Gloria’s body and her enjoying mine. She was an extremely enthusiastic sex partner and a world class handjob and blowjob artist. I remember on the drive back I was constantly smelling my fingers which still had Gloria’s wonderful scent on them. I finally made it to my hotel, got cleaned up and dressed and made it to the trade show on time. I avoided washing one hand and throughout the show I would catch a whiff of her aroma. I was hung over and sleep deprived having only gotten an hour or two of sleep. And also tired due to all the heavy-duty sex action that went on. But I was flying high remembering and reliving every single moment of my time together with Gloria. Alas, I never saw her again, or even spoke to her, but I will never forget her. When I got back to California my wife wanted to know how my dinner date with Gloria went and I told her it had been great. #############

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