Librarian Look
Your new glasses recently arrived, and they make you appear more like a seductive librarian than ever before. I've been joking around with you, asking questions in various ways, and you keep falling for it. It takes you a moment or two to realize what I'm up to each time.
Me: "Baby, I've misplaced my keys. Have you seen them?"
You: "Aren't they on the hooks with the other keys?"
Me: "No, not those keys. The keys to a prosperous business. Do I find that in the business or reference section?"
You: "You asshole, I don't look like a librarian!"
Despite your annoyance with constant teasing, I maintain that you do possess a librarian-like appearance.
I declare: "Alright, let's make a bet. If we go to the central library, and you wear those glasses, I bet that people will ask you for help finding books."
You reply:
"Don't be ridiculous. What library would ask a person without a name tag for assistance?"
I counter, "So, whoever sets the bet gets to choose your clothing."
Thus, after half an hour, we are driving to the library. I have chosen one of your office attires, including a form-fitting grey skirt, a blue button-down blouse, and black stockings to match. I also request that you put your hair up.
Throughout the journey there, we chat about how the outfit looks. Even if you're not a librarian, you might be offered a job at one, as we joke.
Upon entering the vast central library, I notice that your demeanor has shifted. Rather than hanging out in the busier parts of the library where you could easily be approached, you head to a secluded area with few people, and I follow you closely. This area happens to be the architecture section, one that appeals to your interests. You begin skimming through the titles of the books on the shelves, hoping to avoid being asked for assistance. I stand a few aisles away, admiring your beauty in that skirt, heels, and blouse. It's arousing just watching you walk.
It's not long before a man approaches you. I can't hear your conversation, but based on your smile and headshake, he may be asking something sexual. Regardless, I'd better intercept before things get out of hand. Two or three more minutes pass, and then I walk up, surprising you without warning. It appears that I won the unspoken bet. As for the terms of the bet, we never determined them, but it usually means some form of sexual act for the winner. I need to break you and this gentleman apart to take you for myself.
Husband: "It looks like I've won."
You: "Wait, we didn't specify what the stakes were?"
I gesture at the man, "Meet Bill. He's in the architecture section like you." I laugh internally at the irony of the situation. "So, what would like to do to celebrate your victory?"
"I thought it would be just a dinner, and I didn't even mention that, right?" I'm about to reveal how we usually place bets with sexual favors, but I can't because that other guy isn't here anymore. I look around and he must've left while we were chatting. I laugh a little, thinking, "Even though I didn't hear a thing you two said, I could tell he liked you. I'm not surprised - I like you too." On a different occasion in a different place, I'd encourage you to have dinner with him and see where that leads.
But let's get back to the bet...
"So, normally we wager a sexual act, and for my prize, I'm not being specific about what it is," I say.
"Sure," you respond.
"Right here, right now," I declare confidently. Your face shows surprise, and you insist, "In a public place like this? No way!" I wave my hands around, pointing out that we're completely alone; it's silent and deserted. "Did you wear any underwear?" I inquire. "And that guy definitely aroused you. We don't need a protracted, noisy encounter. Just a quickie." You smile as I compliment your outfit, but you still have that stern look, so I give you a big hug. I nuzzle your neck, and your resistance gradually gives way. I lean back, and you lean in to kiss my lips. It's an intense kiss, and then your hand reaches for my crotch. You're not wasting any time. You tug at my belt, and my pants fall away. Now your hand disappears into my underwear, and my cock springs free. You drop to your knees and pull down my underwear, and my cock bounces out. One of your hands holds my balls and the other massages my stomach. You stick my cock in your warm mouth. The sensation is amazing, and I can't help but moan a bit louder. I'm trying to keep quiet, but it's difficult - this feels so good. You pull down my underwear, and my naked cock bobs before you. You grasp my shaft firmly and start bobbing your head up and down. I moan enthusiastically. You have me so hard that my balls have tightened up. You stop and stand up straight, staring intensely into my eyes.
"FUCK ME," you say decisively and keep staring, waiting for my response.
"Okay, baby, turn around," I tell you. I place my hands on your hips; you hold onto the bookshelf for support and arch your back to expose your butt more clearly. I reach beneath you and feel your wet pussy. This makes me think of that other guy for a second, but I quickly forget about him. My cock is already poised, and when I slip it in, I thrust deep and hard. Usually, we savor this feeling and cuddle each other but not now - today, I just want to fuck you. I look into your eyes as I thrust, and you shout, "OMG, baby, that's it, fuck me!" I step it up a notch and pound hard and deep into you. We exchange a few minutes of intense sex. Then, you straighten up and whisper, "He's been watching us for a while now. Stop for a second." I pause, and you rustle loudly, as if you're searching for something.
"What? Who? Where?" you ask me.
"That guy you were talking to, he's been watching us for at least a couple of minutes. Stop for a second," I explain. We stop and make kissing noises. You report to me, "Well, he's still here - he's just looking at us." I pause for a moment, then you continue, "I guess it's an offer I can't refuse," you smirk. I resume thrusting, picking up the pace again while you watch the onlooker. You moan, "OMG, that feels great! I've wanted this for a while," and then I feel you climax around my cock. I climax soon afterward. We straighten, and you thank me, then you whisper, "Don't tell anyone we had sex in a bookstore." I agree and continue walking with you, feeling triumphant and satisfied.
'Bill, emerge from there' I glance around, noticing Bill emerge from behind the bookshelf, his trousers resting at his ankles and his hand grasping his erect cock. He appears embarrassed when caught in the act. Just to make the circumstances less awkward, you insist,
'Would you like me to assist you with that? Come over here and allow me to perform oral on it while my husband penetrates me!' Within seconds, he processes this statement and his face shifts from apprehension to pure elation. He raises his trousers sufficiently to navigate towards you. You loosen your blouse to allow air and kneel again. He approaches you yet remains a step or so away, as he doesn't wish to be pushy. You maneuver to him and take his penis in your mouth, hungrily surrounding it with your breasts. While you engage with him, I also squat down behind you and prepare to conclude my duties.
This time, I lower my speed in order to avoid climaxing before him. I resume thrusting, causing you to exhale a bit more intensely and I can make out your nasal breathing. Bill's moans fill the room as your tongue plays with his glans. You hold onto his balls and, noticing his forthcoming climax, I grin as I guess it won't be long before he finishes in your mouth. As predicted, I can hear in his respiration that he's about to deposit his sperm in your oral cavity, and you're pushing back on me to provide a more sensational experience. So as to accommodate your request, I accelerate and set my hands on your hips, driving in every stroke. I notice your praising moans and comprehend that you're about to climax imminently. I hear Bill ejaculating and shortly after, you vocalise your orgasm-traversed state, though heavily muffled by a mouth full of sperm, resulting in me cumming nearly immediately.
As you both regain your composure, I ponder over the stake, questioning your suitability for a librarian position. However, you've proven to be an excellent wife.
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