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Escape Artist
(Anji Philips)

She turned to see one of the hot guys she'd been talking to holding out a drink, offering it to her. She let her eyes run over him, saw that he was both interesting and interested in her. "Thank you," she said, accepting the drink, raising it in a toast and taking a long swallow. Her mouth had been dry. She felt lightheaded and not from the drink. Life was about to change. "He has to do a show tonight. He's a working magic man."



"Good." She knew he meant he was glad Michael had left. He didn't care about the rest.



They talked for a time and she half listened, hearing some of what he said, enough to respond with neutral comments. Then he warmed up his pitch, trying various angles. Being excited about the future for once, and since there were still other guys prowling the party, she made him work for it, ignoring the innuendo and hints, playing dumb and finally forcing him to come straight out with it. "So do cop's wives like to go into the garden at parties and fuck?"



The words were music to her ears but resonated between her legs. She looked down at the bulge in his pants and grinned. "There isn't a set rule. Every so often they do... with the right guy."



"Well this guy might or might not be right, but being with you has given me rock-hard cock and I'd love to fill your snug cunt with it, princess. Does that make me a right guy?"



She moved closer, letting her pelvis brush against his crotch, enjoying the idea that she still turned men on. That this one was younger than she was and handsome made it even sweeter. Michael had gotten her worked up. Fucking this stud would be a way of celebrating her commitment to putting her life changing into motion. 



He was looking for a one-off and so was she. What could be better? She looked into his eyes as she reached down and touched his crotch, running her nails over the hard bulge, wanting him to feel it through his pants. His face told her he felt it. "It certainly seems like you meet the basic requirements for a quickie in the garden."



He took her arm and they went into the garden with the sounds of the party drifting around them. In a shadowy corner, her hot guy backed her up against a wall and kissed her. His tongue entered her mouth and his hands ran over her body, setting fire to her. He showed his own eagerness by frantically hiking her dress up her hips. It had been a long time since a man had wanted her so badly, at least a man that she was encouraging. His fingers were warm and strong as he pulled the crotch of her panties aside. Then he lifted one of her legs and held it as his other hand touched her between her pussy lips. Warm fingers separated them and then she gasped as they entered her.



"Wet and hot," he moaned. She undid his pants and reached inside them to stroke his hard cock. It was nice, bigger than Paul's, and she brought it out, held it, wanting it. With her leg draped over his arm and his fingers slipping out of her cunt, he moved. She put the head of his hard prick where she wanted it, then laced her fingers behind his neck. "Fuck me," she said and he powered it in her, filling her cunt as he pressed her back against the wall.