[Saddledrifter]

My fraternity always had at least one big party before the year was completed. This year we were having a semi-formal party at a club in a high-end apartment house. We had a dinner catered by a well-known restaurant. All the ladies wore party dresses and the guys suits or sport coats. As my wife and I got ready to leave for the party, we This happened while I was a senior in college. It was near the end of the academic year, and my fraternity were a little late. I glanced at our two flasks and noticed that my wife had plenty of Scotch, but I was low on my Jack Daniels. The party was a bring-your-own. I told my wife that I didn’t have time to grab a bottle of Jack on the way, but since I hate Scotch, I might be able to hit up a whisky or bourbon drinker if and when I would run out of my Jack. We left and barely made it on time for the dinner. We sat down at one of the few places left at a table where a frat brother, Dickie, and his girlfriend were seated. I had known Dickie for years, but this was a new girlfriend that I had not met. Dickie introduced her as Marilyn and told her who we were and that this lady next to me was my wife.

After the main course, we were still seated with Marilyn on my left and my wife to my right. As we were awaiting our dessert, I felt a hand move up my left leg from the inside of my knee to the inside of my thigh. At first, I thought it was my wife messing with me, but then I realized that it was a right hand. It was an impossibility for my wife to have her right hand on the inside of my left leg when she was seated to my right. Then I recognized that it had to be Marilyn, who I had met less than an hour ago. She slowly moved up the inside of my thigh, and then she worked up to my groin area and grabbed hold of my by then semi-erect dick. I looked over at her, and she glanced at me with a grin on her face. I then looked past her to attempt to detect if Dickie knew what was going on. He was in deep conversation with someone to his left and was looking away from Marilyn and I. My wife was in conversation with a friend of ours across the table and was paying no attention to me. So I reached down under the table and pushed Marilyn’s dress up to gain to her pussy. She didn’t stop me. She continued rubbing on my now rock-hard dick. I began rubbing on her pussy over her underpants. She sighed a little and squirmed in her chair a bit. Then I pulled her underpants to the side and proceeded to give her pussy a rigorous fingering. She squirmed a little more in her chair and started breathing a little heavily. Marilyn was becoming wetter and wetter as I worked on her. About that time, my wife elbowed me and said, “Our dessert is here. Look up.” Again, she suspected nothing as I extracted my fingers from Marilyn’s pussy.

We all ate our ice cream dessert. Marilyn periodically reached down and rubbed my dick on the outside of my pants. Once we had finished the dessert, everyone started heading for the dance hall. I had had an opportunity to whisper to Marilyn to meet me outside the dinner hall area. I then told my wife that I needed to go get some Jack at the nearby liquor store and for her to grab us some seats at the dance hall, and I would be right back. She agreed and headed off. Marilyn told Dickie to get some places for them in the dance hall, and she needed a restroom break and also had to freshen her make-up. I met Marilyn at the front entry and grabbed her hand and led her to my car. We knew we had limited time, so we didn’t waste a second. We started tearing each other’s clothes off as we laid down in the rear seat. I started kissing her tits and worked down to her wetted pussy and lapped at her sexual secretions. Then I spread her legs and entered her and started pumping. She was like a wild woman as she pumped back as hard and fast as she could go. She was breathing hard and screaming in ecstasy as I continued to lay the wood to her. She climaxed twice as I pumped away on her. Then I finally let loose of my load in her. We laid there a few seconds attempting to regain some strength. However, I said, “We had better get back, or they will be looking for us.” She breathlessly agreed. We started getting dressed as one of my other frat brothers and his date were arriving late and passed by my car. I heard him say, “What the hell!” I motioned for him to keep quiet. He and his date (who knew my wife) just looked at us and kept walking. I hoped they wouldn’t say anything to anybody. The only other problem was that Marilyn leaked a little cum out as she was putting her clothes back on. I didn’t have anything to clean the seat, so I had to leave it in that condition. We quickly got dressed, and headed back into the dance hall several minutes apart. My wife asked, “What took you so long? And where is the bottle of Jack you went to get?” I replied, “Can you believe they were out of Jack? I couldn’t believe it!” She said, “That is really weird.” I agreed with her, but said, “It is Friday night, and I guess they had a run on it.” She asked what I would drink, and I said that I would hit some of the frat brothers up for a drink every now and then.

My wife and I then stayed together the remainder of the evening, and I never had a chance to visit anymore with Marilyn. Every now and then I would catch her looking over at me and smiling. One time, I saw Dickie looking at her while she smiled at me, and he turned to her and said, “What is that all about.” She said, “Nothing – we just talked a little at dinner.” He seemed to accept that. Now, the only problems I had were: (a) the soiled back seat; (b) the concern that the couple that saw us half nude might tell people what they had seen and word would spread; and (c) I didn’t know Marilyn’s last name or how to contact her. I took care of the back seat by grabbing some paper towels from the restroom and running out to my car and cleaning it up. Fortunately, the couple that saw us half naked in the back seat apparently kept quiet, because nothing ever surfaced. And the last thing was a problem never solved. I was graduating, and my wife and I were moving away to a large city. We didn’t yet know where we were moving, because we had not found a place. Temporarily we were going to stay with my wife’s parents. I couldn’t give Marilyn that address and phone number (this was before cell phones). I asked several frat brothers if they knew Marilyn’s last name, but they all said that she was a new girlfriend for Dickie, and they didn’t know anything other than “Marilyn.” After exhausting all other possibilities, I went over to Dickie and asked him. I said, “You know I met your girl and picked up that her first name is Marilyn, but I forgot what you said her last name is.” Dickie looked at me suspiciously and said, “I didn’t ever tell you what her last name was. Why do you need to know, anyway?” I responded that if we were ever at a another party where he brought her and I needed to introduce her, I felt that I should know her full name,” Dickie replied, “You’re graduating and moving away, So you will probably never be placed in that position.” He then walked away. Unfortunately, I never saw Marilyn again. I asked around whenever I ran into a frat brother whether Dickie was still dating a girl named Marilyn, but apparently either she or he moved on to other people. What a lost opportunity, but what a night!