Wife joins her girlfriends for a "Girl's Night Out", and ends up fucking a random guy she meets at the bar they go to. He drives her home afterwards, and she gives him another blowjob in the car in front of her house, before she climbs out of his car and goes inside.
For the most part, Bridgette enjoyed living in Ruidoso, New Mexico... a small, destination town in the Sierra Blanca mountain range that was popular with visitors who liked the year-round spectrum of gorgeous vistas and outdoor activities... including things like casinos, fishing, and skiing... all within driving distance from the center of town.
It was a quaint, “cuddly” place... about three hours from Albuquerque... with limited personality beyond its rustic appeal to tourists from other states... and even some from other countries. Its permanent residents were an eclectic assortment of interesting characters who were drawn to the laid back, free-form lifestyle of the liberal southwest... either because they were born and raised there... or because they chose to move there... and for them, it tended to be a serene, somewhat unassuming place that could sometimes even veer toward uneventful, if not boring.
Bridget grew up in Ruidoso, and had been a little wild when she was younger... she went to college in Colorado and spent several post-college years traveling up and down the Rocky Mountain towns... working odd jobs at various resorts, drinking a bit, enjoying casual sex with whoever caught her eye, and even toying with a few recreational drugs... before returning to her hometown in her late twenties, reconnecting with... then marrying... her high school sweetheart, and taking a job as an accountant at the S&S Sawmill just a bit south of downtown Ruidoso.
Meanwhile, her husband had stayed in New Mexico after high school... working an array of handy-man-type jobs around Albuquerque and Ruidoso... eventually settling into a sales position for Eco Solar Energy Systems.... a decent job, albeit not terribly interesting, that... along with Bridgette’s salary as an accountant... allowed them to live comfortably in their small cottage-style house tucked neatly amongst other similar houses in one of Ruidoso’s charming suburbs.
Bridgette was in her mid-thirties... still beautiful... still vivacious... still spirited... and, although she embraced the life she and her husband had built in New Mexico, she occasionally missed the raw, unplanned adventures of her younger years. To assuage her sporadic yearnings for fun, she’d sometimes go to one of the local clubs for a “girl’s night out” with a few of her best friends... some dancing, plenty of drinking, and a little bawdy humor... which seemed to scratch the itch, and helped keep her sane.
The last time she’d joined her friends for their monthly jaunt, they’d decided that Janice... one of Bridgette’s co-workers at the sawmill... would be the designated driver, so the others could enjoy a few extra drinks while they danced and mingled. Janice drove around and picked up all three of the other girls in her Nissan Pathfinder, and they headed out to Club 49... a unique, urban-style nightclub, where they could drink and dance and raise a little cain.
The evening was going great... Bridgette and her girlfriends were in rare form... cutting up, dancing and flirting with good-looking guys... while enjoying espresso martini’s and shots of amaretto liqueur.
About half-way through the evening, Bridgette went up to the main bar to order another martini. She leaned over the bar, her low-cut midriff top showing plenty of cleavage, and gave the bartender her order.
As she sat on the bar stool waiting for her drink, she noticed the guy sitting next to her couldn’t take his eyes off her exposed boob flesh and obvious nipple bumps.
She watched him stare at her tits for a moment, or two, then leaned over... giving him an even better look... and said, “Hi... I’m Bridgette.”
A little embarrassed at being caught staring, he stuttered a bit, then muttered, “H-hi... uh... I’m Peyton.”
Bridgette laughed, and said, “What... like the football player?”
Peyton chuckled, and said, “Yeah”, as he struggled to keep from looking at her bra-less tits, jiggling just a few inches from his face.
They chit-chatted a few more minutes, while Bridgette waited for the bartender to deliver her drink. She found out that he was a whitewater rafting guide at one of the local resorts, taking multiple parties of six down the Rio Grande Gorge several times a day, which she thought was pretty cool.
When the bartender brought her martini, Bridgette took a sip, then... enjoying Peyton’s consternation and obvious infatuating with her breasts... leaned over even further, and said, “Well... Peyton... can I give you a tip?”
With a perplexed look on his face, Peyton said, “Sure... I guess.”
Bridgette wet her finger with her tongue, then quickly rubbed it over his upper lip, just below his nose... and held it up for him to see the white powder on it.
Chuckling, she said, “It’d be a shame to waste this”... then stuck her finger in her mouth, and rubbed it along her gums.
Peyton grabbed a napkin and furiously wiped his nose and lip, as Bridgette chuckled and said, “I think you got it all”.
She leaned over toward him again... giving him another long look down her low-cut top... and asked, “Do you have any more?”
Struggling to pull his eyes away from the deep décolletage of Bridgette’s breasts swaying back and forth in front of his face, Peyton grinned and said, “Yeah... out in my car.”
She giggled, and said, “Really? Enough for me, too?”
Peyton seemed to find his swagger, as he grinned at Bridgette... his eyes darting from her face, to her jiggling boobs, then back up to her face... and said, “I could probably be convinced to share.”
Bridgette grabbed her drink off the bar... sucked it down in one huge gulp... then winked at Peyton, and said, “Let’s go.”
Peyton took a final pull on his beer, then happily turned and followed Bridgette toward the front door of the club.
As they passed the table with her friends... now sitting with several guys, and enjoying the free drinks they’d brought with them for the ladies... Bridgette leaned over toward the group and said, “This nice gentleman and I have some business to discuss outside.”
They all laughed, and Janice gave her a wave... while silently mouthing the words, “He’s hot”, as Bridgette giggled and led Peyton out the front door of the club.
As they walked to Peyton’s car out in the parking lot, Bridgette leaned up against his side... pulling his arm against her soft, plump boob, and pressing one of her stiff nipples into his bicep. Then... anticipating a little pharmaceutically-assisted pleasure in Peyton’s car... she wrapped one hand around his waist, while using her other hand to squeeze the growing lump between his legs.
“Holy shit, Peyton... what the fuck is that?”, then she leaned even more heavily into his side... leaned up and whispered into his ear, “I think this is going to be a really fun night!”
Peyton grinned at the compliment... extremely aware of the warm, fleshy tits and taut nipples rubbing against his arm. He chuckled, nudged her side-boob with his elbow, and replied, “Yeah... I’d say it’s already pretty cool... and I’m pretty sure it’s going to get even better.”
Peyton was several years younger than Bridgette... maybe in his mid-twenties... but he was a good-looking guy... with a “rustic” personality, and obviously in shape... probably from his whitewater rafting gig... and from her hand massaging the substantial bulge through his jeans, she could tell he had an impressive cock.
When they got to his car, Bridgette climbed in the passenger seat, while Peyton slid into the driver’s seat on the opposite side.
He opened the middle console and showed her the vial of coke he had stashed there, then closed it and said, “But, first things first”, as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his already stiff... nearly erect prick.
Bridgette giggled, as she checked out the surprisingly big, semi-hard cock Peyton held with his hand... pulling on it, and waggling it back and forth between his legs.
With an appreciative smile on her face, Bridgette leaned over and sucked the tip of his straining hard-on into her mouth... then began bobbing her head up and down on it... using her tongue to rub around the ridge of his wide, bulbous head... and stroking his thick, veiny shaft with one of her hands.
She couldn’t believe how big it was! It was so much longer... and thicker... than her husband’s... and even bigger than what she’d expected from all the grabbing and squeezing she’d done through his pants.
Peyton closed his eyes and moaned for a moment... then opened them again, and reached over to pull both of her boobs out of her stretchy, low-cut top... pressing and caressing the wobbly mounds, as they dangled beneath her... swaying back and forth in rhythm with her bobbing head and pumping fist.
“Holy shit, Bridgette... I wanted to get my hands on these beauties since the moment I laid eyes on them... they’re fucking gorgeous!”
Bridgette giggled around the growing boner sliding in and out of her mouth... enjoying the compliment, and moaning in response to Peyton’s strong hands grabbing and caressing her tits.
It didn’t take long before Peyton suddenly caught his breath... grabbed both of her pendulous breasts... hard... then let out a long, keening moan... as he rocked his hips up into Bridgette’s warm, wet mouth... and exploded... shooting several streams of hot, creamy jizzm against the back of her throat.
Peyton’s cock jerked in Bridgette’s hand... spewing more and more cum onto her tongue, as he groaned, and muttered, “Oh, fuck... oh, fuck... oh, my God... yeah... keep going... I’m almost there... keep going... oh, fuck, that feels amazing... yeah... yeah...”
Bridgette grinned, as she swallowed his entire load... then sucked and stroked his rigid pole for a few more moments... pulling out the last few drops of cum... and licking them off the tip of his dick with her tongue.
When he was done cumming, she continued to stroke his spent prick for a while... admiring its thick, glistening shaft, and wide, helmet-shaped head... then left it sticking out of his unzipped pants, and draped over one of his thighs... as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and watched with anxious eyes as he opened the console and pulled out the small vial of white powder.
He tapped out a line for her... then, another one for himself.
After that, they sat in Peyton’s car for a while... smiling, chatting, and wallowing in the shared sensations of their coke-fueled highs. Bridgette laughed at some of his lame jokes, as she casually fondled his still semi-hard penis, while Peyton occasionally massaged her tits and playfully tweaked her rock-hard nipples.
It didn’t take long before Peyton’s cock was hard again... pointing straight up at the ceiling of his car, and throbbing in the palm of Bridgette’s busy hand. Smiling at the impressive dick in her jerking fist, Bridgette eagerly stroked his quivering boner... from the thick, rigid base... up to the round, bulbous tip... and back again... over and over... until it was as stiff as a board and trembling with anticipation.
Getting high always made Bridgette horny, and... between riding the wave of that euphoria, and sucking on Peyton’s huge, steely rod... she could tell her pussy was already wet.
With a lascivious smile on her face, she swung her right leg over Peyton’s lap, so that she was straddling his hips... her short, denim skirt pulled up around her waist. She used one hand to pull her panties to the side, while using her other hand to line up the tip of his stiff boner with the opening to her totally drenched vagina.
She closed her eyes and lowered herself down onto his pulsating erection... slowly at first... then picking up the pace... bouncing up and down on his rigid pole... again and again and again... while he squeezed and fondled her bouncing breasts, as they flopped around between them.
Completely mesmerized by his enormous hard-on, Bridgette opened her eyes and looked down between her legs at Peyton’s impossibly big cock... smiling to herself, as she watched it slam in and out of her sloppy wet pussy like a piston.
“Oh, fuck, that feels incredible... my God, keep going... yeah... shove it up into me... fuck, yeah... even harder... yeah, like that... Goddamn, Peyton, I can feel you all the way inside me!”
Peyton’s thick cock was hitting all the right spots inside Bridgette’s warm, wet cunt... and stimulating her engorged clit perfectly, as she twerked her hips and rubbed her sensitive nub against the base of his stiff boner... over and over and over.
As she continued to look past her bouncing tits to watch Peyton’s steely rod pounding away at her dripping wet cunt, she suddenly caught her breath... then let out a raspy groan... and erupted... an incredible, tingly, tsunami of pleasure washing over her entire body... made all the more intense by the coke-fueled high she was enjoying in the moment.
She leaned forward... pressing her warm boob flesh against Peyton’s face... as she relished her electrifying orgasm... gently rocking her hips to keep her lingering climax going for as long as possible.
After taking a moment to savor the height of her amazing orgasm, Bridgette leaned back a little, so Peyton could resume his attention to her swaying tits... then started bouncing up and down on his rigid pole again... enthusiastically stroking his thick erection with the walls of her tight, slippery wet pussy.
It didn’t take long before he grabbed both of her breasts... squeezing the soft, fleshy mounds and holding on tight... as he let out a raspy moan around the stiff nipple stuffed between his lips... then crammed his rigid staff up into Bridgette’s tingling vagina... and spewed a huge load of warm, creamy splooge deep inside her dripping wet cunt.
He continued grunting, as he rocked his hips up between Bridgette’s spread legs... pumping his stiff erection in and out of her gaping pussy until his nutsack was finally empty.
“Holy fuck, Bridgette... your pussy feels incredible... uhn... uhn... I could do this all night... oh, shit, that feels good.”
Eventually, Peyton stopped shoving his cock up into Bridgette’s cunt, and she flopped down onto his chest... both of them gasping for air, and reveling in the orgasmic sensations coursing through their bodies.
After resting for a few minutes, she climbed off his lap... then sucked his spent dick into her mouth... using her mouth and lips to clean it off... before tucking it back into his jeans, and pulling up the zipper.
Bridgette pulled her panties back into place... but left her boobs hanging out of her midriff top... as Peyton tapped out another line for both of them.
They did their bumps... giggling, as they checked each other’s upper lips to make sure they were clean.
After letting Peyton fondle her dangling breasts for a little while longer, she pushed his hands away, and they went back into the club to join the others... Bridgette tucking her tits back into her top, as they walked across the parking lot heading for the front door.
The table where Bridgette’s friends were sitting was totally full, so she and Peyton headed over to the seats at the bar, where they’d first met.
Over the next two hours, they ordered a few more drinks... danced a few more times... and marinated in the aftermath of their recent highs from out in the parking lot.
When Bridgette was ready to leave, she could see that her friends were still in the middle of entertaining a bunch of guys at their table... laughing, drinking, and sharing lewd and raucous comments over the boisterous din of the club’s constant music.
She asked Peyton to take her home, which he happily agreed to do.
Walking past the table where Janice and her friends eagerly and noisily entertained their new acquaintances, Bridgette waved her arms to get Janice’s attention... then made hand gestures to let her know that Peyton was giving her a ride home. Janice gave her a thumbs-up... followed by a wink and a knowing smile.
As they walked through the parking lot toward Peyton’s car, Bridgette reached over... playfully rubbed his crotch... and asked him for another line of coke before they headed home.
Smiling broadly, Peyton threw an arm over her shoulder... slipped a hand inside her low-cut top, and fondled her right boob... saying, “Sure... I was hoping you might say that.”
When they got to where he was parked, Peyton opened the passenger door... reached in, and pulled out his vial from the console. He tapped out a line for each of them, as they stood by the hood of his car.
After their bumps, Bridgette knelt down in front of Peyton... right where they stood... and unzipped his pants. She wasn’t really surprised that he was still nearly erect, when she pulled his cock out of his jeans. She sucked the wide, round tip into her mouth... then began bobbing her head back and forth, while using both of her hands to stroke the long, thick shaft of his engorged prick.
Peyton closed his eyes and moaned... then reached down between them and pulled her pendulous breasts out of her low-cut top again... just like earlier... and began fondling and massaging her swaying boobs, as they bounced around between them.
Once it was fully erect, Bridgette pulled Peyton’s cock out of her mouth... gave it a playful slap... then stood up and grinned up at Peyton’s glassy eyes. She turned around... pulled her skirt up around her waist... yanked her panties down to mid-thigh... and spread her legs... then bent over and placed her hands onto the hood of his car.
Looking back over her shoulder, she said, “Go ahead and stick it in, Peyton... I’m already totally drenched.”
Peyton smiled, as he grabbed the shaft of his boner with one hand, and held onto Bridgette’s hip with the other hand... then stepped between her spread legs, lined up the head of his hard-on with her slippery, wet vagina... and leaned forward... shoving his cock into her pussy with one massive thrust.
Bridgette let out a yelp when he entered her... still a bit surprised by the sheer size of his prick... but quickly acclimated to it again... and began rocking her hips back into every one of his powerful forward thrusts.
Once he had a rhythm going, Peyton reached around and grabbed both of her flailing tits... squeezing the soft boob flesh... then finding her thick, taut nipples with his fingers... aggressively pulling and pinching them... making Bridgette squeal and moan in response.
They could hear other people leaving the club behind them, and walking through the parking lot to find their cars, so Peyton and Bridgette both tried to mute the noises they were making... even as they knew that the unmistakable sound of his hips slapping against her butt cheeks was loud enough for anyone walking nearby to hear.
While Peyton pounded away between her legs from behind... Bridgette used one hand for support on the hood of his car, and used the other hand to reach between her spread legs... quickly finding her distended, trembling clitoris. She flicked it vigorously back and forth... quietly moaning and writhing in pleasure... as she felt a delicious climax begin to burgeon beneath her probing fingers.
Still trying desperately to mute her grunts from the force of Peyton’s forceful lunges, Bridgette rubbed her plump nub until she suddenly let out a soft mewl... then slammed her hips back into the thick boner plowing into her from behind... and creamed all over Peyton’s pounding prick.
“Oh, fuck... I’m cumming... yeah... just like that... damn, keep going... keep go... aahhhhh... fuucckk!”
Bridgette closed her eyes and rested on the hood of Peyton’s car... her cushiony boobs and stiff nipples pressed into the warm metal beneath her chest... as she swore and mumbled about how good it felt.
“My God, Peyton... I love your fucking cock... I can feel it all the way inside me... holy shit, I haven’t cum this much since college...”
It wasn’t long after Bridgette’s orgasm that Peyton caught his breath... let out a lingering moan... and shoved his rigid pole as far as it would go into Bridgette’s pussy... then blasted several jets of hot, gooey jizzm all over the walls of her dripping wet cunt.
Peyton continued rocking his hips and pumping his stiff dick in and out of Bridgette’s snatch... even after he’d finished cumming... then plopped down onto her back, gasping for air, while twerking his hips and savoring his latest climax.
After catching their breath, Bridgette pushed herself up from the hood of the car... turned around... and squatted down in front of Peyton to clean off his slimy, glistening cock. When that was done, she cleaned up the cum dripping down the inside of her thighs with tissues from his glove compartment... then pulled up her panties, and adjusted her skirt back into place.
Still a bit dazed from the lingering aftermath of their enhanced orgasms and residual highs, they climbed into Peyton’s car, and headed off toward Bridgette’s place in the suburbs.
Coke always seemed to give Peyton incredible hard-ons, with very short refractory periods after cumming... and by the time they’d driven to Bridgette’s quaint neighborhood, he was fully erect again... his cock throbbing as it pressed against the fabric of his jeans... creating an impressive tent that was hard to miss.
When he pulled up in front of her house, Peyton unconsciously adjusted his engorged boner through his pants, and asked Bridgette if he could come in for a night cap.
She giggled when she saw the huge bulge between his legs, but said, “No... sorry... my husband’s probably still up”.
Peyton mouth fell open, as he stared at her with a surprised look on his face, and muttered, “Husband?”
Bridgette shrugged, and said, “Yeah... tonight was my ‘girl’s night out’ with some of my co-workers.”
Then... sympathizing with his plight... she leaned over... unzipped his pants... pulled out his swollen hard-on, and sucked the tip into her mouth... again. Adding one of her hands to pump his thick, veiny shaft, she gave him a quick blowjob... sucking and jerking his cock until he let out a grunt... then blasted another wad of cum against the back of her throat.
After swallowing his entire load... again... she cleaned off his spent prick with her mouth and lips... then tucked his spent dick back into his jeans, and pulled up his zipper.
She wiped some leaked cum from her chin with a tissue from the glove box... then put herself together... and climbed out of Peyton’s car. Before she closed the door, she leaned back in... gave him a kiss on the cheek.. then reached between his legs and gently squeezed his still semi-hard cock through his pants, and added, “But this has been the best ‘girl’s night out’ I’ve had in a really long time.”