Joel & Mrs. Quinten 01 – Erotic Couplings – Free Sex Story

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Joel & Mrs. Quinten 01

Finally, the fall pumpkin festivals had come to an end, which meant it was time for the big city sponsored Halloween Festival weekend at the Middleton fair grounds. It’s at all times a good time for everyone between 1 and 85 and costumes are encouraged and judged.

And don’t think poorly of me, but I wanted some juice and cookies, so I attended the festival weekend kick off committee meeting on Friday. I mean, if they didn’t want me to have some of their juice and cookies, then they need to do a better job of making it a closed meeting or take at least take attendance.

“Alright Halloween festival committee members, the night of our big Halloween party weekend has arrived and the grounds and booths look amazing, so great job everyone. I mean, I’m still questioning the need for blankets in the young adults Hay Ride trailer, but I know that I’m just an old bat who may be a little behind with the times, but seriously, black lights inside of the trailer?”

Mrs. Quinten was right about how good the place looked, so the count down to the witching hour had begun.

“Now, committee members, before I release you all to your assigned locations, let me just say one more time that I am not a witch and I don’t live for Halloween parties. I’m just an old bag of bones who likes to HISS a lot, that’s all, HISS. And finally, I’m sad to report that Mrs. Peterson still hasn’t been seen for a couple of weeks, although her mafia connected husband seems to have bigger smile on his face lately. But don’t read too much into that either because his private limo was spotted the Butchers’ and you know, that man meat sandwich thing, right?” Also, because Mrs. Peterson may be missing, well, watch what you pull out of the river when we hold our annual river clean up event in event in the morning. If it looks a like a mummy, well, let the police handle it. Anyways, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.”

Hey, Mrs. Peterson is fine and she’s living a safe house as the divorce proceedings make their way through the legal system and I’m bound to silence to keep her location a secret, you know, because of the way her mafia connected lousy faggot hubby likes to mummy wrap things before his hench men toss said things in Middleton River, you know, for safe keeping.

And much to my surprise, my old flame, Quinn, snuck into the meeting and sat right next to me.

“Hello, Joel, I suppose you’re looking alright. Sneaking Free cookies today? And are you still banging that little cookie named Yvette?”

“Hello, Quinn, I suppose you’re looking better than any young woman should. Ah, and I’m sneaking some juice too.”

“Joel, I cannot believe this isn’t against my better judgement, but my Aunt Queena is only wearing a body suit and shoes under her witch costume today, in case that’s something you are interested. I Love my aunt and I hate that she is so lonely these days. Also, OMG, my aunt can ramble on when she’s on the announcement stage, right?”

“A tight body suit, you say? I like body suits, right Quinn? The things that are sort of like a one-piece swim suit? I like that, right?”

“Oh Joel, you’ll never change, but yes, you’re a stupid man, so you like body suits, especially when it’s the only thing being worn under a costume. Now just to be clear, I’m only telling you this because my aunt has been lonely for a long time, but I swear, if you try to make her your woman, you will be sorry.”

“Hey, Quinn, it’s me, Joel, what could wrong? By the way, wow, nice Poison Ivy costume Quinn. And by another way, ah, just who turned you into Poison Ivy using body paint only? And by my last way of this fine Friday night, hey, you and I last year, right? We were Hot and heavy, right Quinn?”

“Like I said Joel, you will never change, but I am not a monster, we can kiss good bye and because we were actually Hot and heavy once last year for zero minutes, so there can be tongue involved.”

Ahh, last year was a good year for me too! Quinn accepted my date invitation to a pool party and I was walking on air, folks, walking on air! I mean, it was a Hot day and my party clothes backpack was heavy as I had to carry it home when she dumped me in the driveway of the pool party. And kept my car. But it was a 10 minutes date that I will never forget. Also, she was right about how her aunt could ramble on as the Head Festival Committee spokesperson.

“Oops, sorry committee members, before I wave my witch’s wand and say ready, set, go, ah, I need a volunteer to help me take our non-descript windowless festival van to the popup costume store for a few last-minute supplies, so anyone? Sold, thank you for volunteering, Joel. So, ready, set, go people.”

Wait, what? I was itching an itch on my shoulder! Not to mention that I wasn’t even an official festival committee member and Mrs. Quinten and everyone else knew that, although no one seemed to care as the other committee members just made their way out of the festival office, leaving me behind and alone with Mrs. Quinten in the office. And nothing un-nerves your nerves like the sound of a door locking.

“Relax fly boy, we don’t really need to go to the store, but the windowless cargo van is available, not that I’m suggesting anything. Anyways, I couldn’t help but to notice how you were looking at me from the meeting audience as I rambled on and on about the festival rules that no one pays attention to anyways. So, were you checking me out or am I truly just a crazy bag of old bones? And we can talk about my niece Quinn later even though we both know right now that she is out of your league.”

“Fine, Mrs. Quinten, I was checking you out. I Love women who have the nerve to wear only a body suit under a costume and I think it’s a major turn on.”

“Hmmm, a stupid man who likes a woman in a body suit, what are the odds? Anyways, just how would you know what I may or may not be wearing under my witch costume, which is solid black and zipped up tight? Do you have X-Ray vision or something, Joel? And don’t even think about lying by dragging my innocent niece Quinn into this. She’s super sweet and would never let on that her favorite aunt may or may not be awfully lonely these days. Oh, and she made it clear that I only want a little action, right? I mean, I do not want to be your woman.”

“Mrs. Quinten, I knew immediately that you were wearing a risky body suit under your costume by the way your body moved while you tried to shimmy up on the announcement stage. I may be a stupid man, but my dick-o-meter never fails me. Are we done with the stupid back and forth, now?”

“Well, we haven’t gotten to part where you convince me to remove my witch costume and prove to you that I am only wearing a form fitted body suit yet, so no, I think we need to go a little more back and then follow that up with some forth or something. Anyways, if it’s my turn, would you like proof of what I’m wearing under my witch costume, Joel? And I double locked the office door.”

“Well, I hate it when I have to make a decision without knowing all of the facts, so it might be best if your witch costume becomes unzipped and dropped.”

LOL, you should have seen her eyes! Reality set in and it hit her like a brick that she was about to get basically naked in front of me or should I say for me?

“Fine, Mr. Experienced! I’m a little nervous, so what? It’s been a long time since I exposed my body to a man.”

Well, if that was code for me to chip in and help, well, most of my past blog entries clearly identify my willingness to accommodate and help out or chip in.

By the way, one-piece body suits, right? Good containment, minimal coverage, a great presentation of the boobs, a front area that is very hypnotizing and a backside that breaks on the cheeks in just the right place. Oh, and to be fair, ah, her witch costume, which ended up on the office desk, was cool too.

“And by the way Joel, while you gazing at me and day dreaming about your next MILF blog update, you may have forgotten about how easily my puppies just pop right out of the top of my form fitting body suit and by the way, not only are they big and full, they are very sensitive and I promise, my juices will begin flowing just as soon as you latch your mouth on one of them and if I have walk around the festival all night with a damp crotch in my body suit, then sobeit.”

Huh? What do you know? She was absolutely about that. They just popped out! Not to mention how the top of the body suit kind of held them in place in the perfect position. I mean, huh, right?

“And no claims to be my main woman or the newest lady of my house?”

“No claims and no strings Joel, just a little action Joel, just a little action for my side. And if you don’t mind, can we just ignore how tight body suits show all of the rolls, bumps and valley’s for now? It’s not easy getting old. I mean, everything has its pros and cons, alright?”

“Oh, every bump and every roll all add up as aside of your charm, Mrs. Quinten, and I have no issue taking the good with the…”

“Oops, far enough, you said it, I’m charming and my body is good, so just stop right there and no going back. And in full disclosure, damn it, Joel, this is all I got, so maybe you should take it from here. When I said it’s been a while, I truly meant it’s been a while.”

Oh, did I take it from there? Yeah, yeah, I did.

“Well, Mrs. Quinten, let’s begin with you reaching down here so I can prove to you that I like all of you charms and I’ll just stuff one of these big puppies in my mouth.”

“Oh, Joel, your mouth feels wonderful on me and I hope I rubbing you correctly downstairs, which I think I am based on what’s happening down there. Ooh, Joel, nice lips baby and please forgive me as I try to read this cheat sheet that Quinn wrote for me, so, let’s see, Joel, push my shoulders down when you are ready to give my month a work out, oops, mouth, my mouth a work out.”

Quinn may have one fine tear drop Ass, but her hand writing is not all that.

“OMG, sorry Joel, I read the note wrong. I mean, Quinn’s handwriting sucks. Um, we’re supposed to make out a little before I go down on you so that I don’t present you with the taste of your own cum later, so hey Joel, do you want to make out?”

Sure, why not, right?

“Ooh, la, la, such a good kisser you are, Joel. Can I throw Quinn’s cheat sheet away? I mean, you seem to have things under control and all. And from my own words, ah, I’m ready to see your dick now.”

That’s me, under control, Joel.

“Alright Joel, I’m feeling a little better now, so I’m gonna suck your cock like only a crazy witch can.”

“Throw the cheat sheet away and do what comes natural, Mrs. Quinten! Well, wait, what might Quinn have listed for after you suck me dry like only a bat crazy witch could?”

“Oh, ah, well, you get your recovery time, which I know about from the Pumpkin Festival’s Gossip Tea Tent lunches with the ladies and then you bend me over the office desk and do me doggie, which is a position that I know about. Also, Joel, that’s a lie. My ex-husband was sort of a dud in the bedroom and I’ve only ever been on my back, so teach me something new.”

Oh, I was going to teach her something new alright! I mean, if she only knew one position in her life, then everything else is new, right? But all of that was for after she took my dick in her mouth and made me produce my own form of a witch’s brew.

“Joel, I swear that I’ve had a man’s cock in my mouth before, but Quinn said that anytime a man blows his balls, it’s good, right? Anyways, I think we’re at the step where you kick back to recover and play with my Ass as I fix my MILF hairstyle #3. Also, I may not know what a hickey is, but if you want to suck on my Ass cheeks and leave purple marks, well, go ahead, not that it means that we need to talk about how your lips cannot miss either of my expanding Ass cheeks.”

Huh? Expanding Ass cheeks, huh? I never heard that one before.

“Oh, well now, I like this position, I think and I didn’t mind how forceful you were while bending me over the desk. I mean, we could have moved the stapler first, but I guess you ruined my mouth anyways just a few moments ago anyways. So, call me Queena and do me good?????”

There aren’t many things better than having a willing woman in a body suit and with a MILF hairstyle #3 bent over an office desk, right? A sight to behold, I say, a sight to behold.

“Just rip it, Joel. Quinn told me to bring a back up body suit, so just rip it and then rip me like my lousy no-good ex-husband never ever ripped me.”

Well, that was embarrassing. I mean, Lycra-Nylon blended body suit material only rips like tissue paper in the movies.

“No way, Queena, I’m a man and men like to push panties and body suits to the side to expose his woman’s honeypot. It’s rule. But what color is your back up body suit because I just spied a pair of scissors on the desk. And by the way, don’t move your head to much because we probably should have moved the scissors too!”

“Do what you will, Joel, you have me in a new position and I like it, so do what you will. Be my man and push the crotch area to the side.”

Hmmm, be my man? I thought we had a contract about that? Not that I was about to ruin the moment for a quick contract review.

“Whoa, Joel, I wasn’t aware that it was gonna feel this good, so give me the entire 47 seconds baby, give me the full package. Oh, ooh, yeah, that’s it, Joel, ooh, that’s quite the package. Oh, holy my entire Sex life has been trash, keep going, Joel, rip me. And I’m safe Joel, so you can leave your witch’s brew behind Joel, leave your witch’s brew in my honeypot.”

I always do, I always do, LOL, whether they are safe or not.

“That was amazing Joel and please note that I did not violate my commitment by screaming out that I wanted to be your woman. So, one more time before I have to attend to my festival duties or are we done for now? And I’m not complaining. Well, I’m bitching that I wasted the last 25 years of my life with a dud of a husband, but I’m feeling pretty good about the future right about now.”

Wait for it, wait for it. She’s going to sneak in make me your woman or lady of the house sooner or later.

“No, no, Joel and by the way, you know that you talk out loud as you gaze and day dream about your next MILF blog update, right?”

Oops.

“I’m a witch of my word, Joel, a woman of my word. And as the cherry on top, I’m not even gonna ask you to stop banging your fine little cookie, Yvette. I mean, if I had a dick, well, I’d do her too. So, lover, are we done for the day or what?”

Oh, hell no, we weren’t done. I mean, between her in her skin tight body suit and the mentioning of my cookie, Yvette, well, no, one more time seemed appropriate.

“Sure baby, I’ll lay on back for you in MILF position #6, but because of my past experience with that, maybe doggie MILF style #1 can be our thing going forward, OK? Also, can I get naked? I’m feeling a lot better now that you have made me feel like a woman again, so can I completely remove my body suit and give myself to you totally naked? I’m might not be all that flabby if I release the Kraken.”

No, leave your clothes on, said no man ever! Also, still wait for it because she keeps side stepping around the word “woman” and stuff.

“OMG, Joel, I am still a woman, right, Joel? By the way, LOL, my ex-husband was a super dud compared to you, so keep proving that to me, Joel, jack hammer me and prove to me that I missed so much for so long.”

Hey, wait, what? Is that a security camera up in the corner? Pointing at us on the desk? With the little red flashing light? Could I stop jack hammering when I was so close to losing my next nut? Yes, said no man ever!

“Wow, Joel, OK then, well, um Joel, all I’m asking for is a couple of weeks of that and please feel Free to take me in any other positions that you know about. And thanks for not whimpering any words under your breath about my current witch body, I mean, age, right? And just to get Quinn’s final and very embarrassing thing out of the way, ugh, um, Joel, did you enjoy me as much as I enjoyed you?”

“And those are not Quinn’s words, Mrs. Queena Quinten. Quinn would never speak so casually.”

“Fine, you called me out. Joel, was I good Pussy for you?”

It all comes out in the end, right?

“Absolutely, Queena, absolutely. You actually rock those hips pretty well and I don’t mind admitting that you did half of the work, you know, like an amazing woman.”

“Whew, good, thanks, ah, so a few weeks of this and don’t be shy about forgetting to have your little hottie Yvette clean off your cock sometime when you sneak over to my place to ram it to me. I wouldn’t mind tasting her little honey juices, I think.”

Hmmm, I knew for 30 minutes that she kept side stepping the “woman” and the “lady of the house” verbiage, but thinking back, well, she keeps bringing up Yvette too, so where is all of this going?

“And by the way Joel, in keeping with our side piece slam Sex contract, you can go back to formally addressing me as Mrs. Quinten. I promised no claims and I promised no strings, so are you signing our contract on the dotted line or what? And don’t read too much into how many times I’ve mentioned your little lady of the house cookie, Yvette. It’s just when her name first came out of my mouth, well, it felt exciting and believe me Joel, I have a lot of catching up to do, so it was just exciting to speak of another person who is sexually involved with my side piece man.”

“So, Mrs. Quinten, for the next few weeks, we have guilt Free Sex as often as we can and I still get to ride Yvette like a race horse and everything is fine, right?”

“Two adults, having guilt Free Sex all over the place. Oh, am I supposed to get dressed now? I mean, seriously, I have been out of touch. Unless you want to give me a go one more time. I mean, damn, I’ve sexed, so screw the festival.”

“Wait a minute! Does all over the place include the little den in the rear of your house that is actually where you practice all you witch’s spells and Voodoo?”

“Never mind my Witch’s Lair for now and think about two or three weeks of guilt Free Sex and while I’ll be, what did you say, I was good Pussy for you? Jack hammer, jack hammer, jack hammer, Joel. I just want to be a woman again, Joel.”

Ah, some things are hard to say no to, I mean, I must be right about that, right?

“Well, Mrs. Quinten, you’re making it very difficult for me to not accept your 7 pages side slam piece contract.”

“Then sign on the dotted line, which I think means that you should bend me over the festival office desk one more time to seal the deal. Guilt Free, Joel, guilt Free.”

Seriously? I mean, I know I told you guys to wait for it a couple of times, but damn, now I still waiting for it. That “make me your woman” has to be coming, right?

“Oh, Joel, be my temporary man and make me a woman again. SOB, how are you not engaged or even married yet? I mean, other women know about you, right? I think women like men who know how to work their cocks outside of the Shower, which is where my dud of a hubby took care of his cock because apparently, I was a dead fish to him.”

“Well, the ex-hubby was a fool Mrs. Quinten, ooh, OMG, that’s slick, ah, dead fish don’t push back like this. He was probably gay and just gave it to you once in a while to have a front for being a happily married man.”

Ahh, I struck a nerve with that one, didn’t I?

“I didn’t know back then, Joel, I didn’t know. I was 24, young and innocent and I wondered all men jacked off in the Shower before crawling into bed. I didn’t know, Joel, I promise, I didn’t know.”

‘It’s OK Mrs. Quinten, it wasn’t your fault, you wasted a lot of time hiding behind the Shower curtain as your sexually prime passed you by as your lousy no-good faggot cheating ex-hubby was jacking off and mouthing the Butchers’ family name as he ruined your drainage system. And we’re going to catch you up now with two or three weeks of guilt Free Sex, so it’s all good, Mrs. Quinten, it’s all good.”

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