Naughty Little Shamrock Stories

It was a fairly uneventful week after my earlier encounter at the hotel bar. On Saturday I attended a 10th anniversary party for some of my husband’s long time friends. I was not looking forward to the event because this group of my husband's friends are frankly very dull. One good thing was it was an excuse to do some shopping at my husband’s expense.  I bought a new dress, lingerie, heels and some accessories. The dress was an emerald green with black thigh length strapless dress that had a high slit on the left side. I wore a matching bra and thong set the same colors as the dress and a set of 6in shiny black heels. My make up was done simple with a bright red lipstick meant to stand out and my hair was in a high tight bun. I topped off the outfit with new dangling diamond earrings and a pendant that draped down into my very pronounced cleavage. 

I thought I knew what to expect at the party, I would see a bunch of boring people talking about their dull lives and my husband telling the same story from his high school football days. For the most part I was right. My husband and I arrived at the banquet hall the same time as most of the other guests. It was just starting to rain and I didn't want to ruin my new dress so I was trying to hurry inside. Oddly he was looking around at the others waving or greeting those he knew but still scanning the area, so I asked if he was lost or looking for something. He responded saying that Malcolm, his old football buddy, was supposed to be here, the one from the story he always tells. I cut him off before he started into the story telling him I didn't want to get caught in the rain and thought nothing of it. After entering we found our table and he went to the bar to grab drinks. It's who my husband had with him when he returned with our drinks that changed my night.

The man with my husband had short black hair and a freshly trimmed greying beard. He was a few inches taller than my husband, putting him over 6'2 with strong arms and chest. We both recognized each other even before my husband began introductions. My husband went on to needlessly explain that he and Mal played football in high school and he was involved in the game winning play that he tells the story of so often. Luckily Malcolm was quick to pretend to meet me for the 1st time asking for me to call him Mal as he gently shook my hand. I teased by saying I heard the story so much that I felt like I knew him already. The three of us sat, drank and talked for a bit. I was a little flirty with Mal and he was with me too but nothing that would catch my husband's attention. A few other friends of my husband joined us at the table. Mal excused himself so he could congratulate the anniversary couple. 

My husband started into his football story so I excused myself to use the ladies room. How my husband could take an hour to describe an event that took less than two-minutes to happen is beyond me. So I excused myself to use the ladies room just to get away from them. On my way I saw Mal chatting with a couple I didn't know and had a naughty Idea. Since he left the table I had been looking for a place to sneak off. Outside wasn't an option since the rain was heavy. There was a janitorial closet that I noticed no one was going in or out of that would be to my husband's back. I checked the door as discreetly as I could before entering the ladies restroom. In the restroom I removed my tiny thong balling it up in my hand so it wasn't visible. Leaving it I walked over to Mal who was now alone waiting on the bar line. I slipped my thong in his hand, smiled and tilted my head to follow. Leading him to the janitorial closet not really being careful who saw. 

Upon entering the closet I pulled my dress up leaning forward on a wire shelf exposing my bare ass and already wet pussy. Mal was less than a minute behind me. He commented that I didn't tell him I was married the first night. I asked if it would have mattered and added that he was in the same locker room as my husband so he should know what my husband lacks that I needed. Mal's only response was he knew what a slut like you needs and definitely has it to give. He undid his pants as he approached his massive cock already semi-hard. He rubbed my pussy with his first two fingers and pressed his thumb against my asshole. I moaned gently telling him we didn't have much time and to fuck me. He removed his fingers and swiftly replaced it with his cock. It took one strong push and the whole 8 inches in me. This caused another slightly louder moan from me. Mal quickly built up speed and power with each thrust. He was fucking me much harder and faster than during our previous encounter. His strong hands had reached up pulling down my dress and my tits out of my bra groping them. I couldn't even control my moans from growing louder and louder. I had just cummed hard when he slid out of my pussy and pushed the head against my ass. I began to plead for him to push it in and make me cum again. Mal slowly worked his cock in my tight ass. Less than an inch more with each passing until I felt his hips against me. Once fully in he increased his pace until he was fucking me with all the force he could. At this point I was sure my moans would be heard outside. When I felt his rhythm falter I knew he was close, biting my lip to keep from screaming as he made me cum again. He filled my ass with a load that felt even larger than our first time and slid his softening cock out. I pulled a roll of paper towels from a shelf and cleaned some of the mess oozing out of me before fixing my bra and dress. Mal cleaned himself and dressed as well before we both snuck back to the party. 

Much to my surprise no one seemed to notice us leaving the closet or what happened in there.

We grabbed drinks on the way back to my husband and the others. We arrived just as my husband was finishing his story. Most of the rest of the night other than a few dances with my husband was spent hanging out and chatting. My husband and I left without him ever knowing that I had cum dripping out of my ass the whole time.