Rainy Bachelor Tease

The downpour hammered the cafe windows like it wanted in, but all I could focus on was Elena’s thigh pressed tight against mine under the tiny corner table. Her fingers traced lazy circles on my knee, each pass sending heat straight to my cock. We’d ducked in here after my buddy’s chaotic bachelor party spilled into the street—cheap strippers, too much whiskey, and now this: my wife looking at me like she was the one who’d been dared to do something filthy.

“God, you’re soaked,” Elena whispered, brushing raindrops from my shirt collar. Her voice had that husky edge she only got when she was already wet. “That party got you all worked up, didn’t it? All those girls grinding on the groom while you sat there pretending not to stare.”

I swallowed hard. “Babe, it wasn’t like that. Just… loud. Stupid fun.” My hand slid under the table, finding the hem of her short black dress. The cafe was nearly empty, just a bored barista wiping cups at the far counter and rain drumming on the glass. Perfect cover.

She leaned in, lips brushing my ear. “Liar. I can feel how hard you are already. You want to try something new tonight?” Her palm cupped my bulge through my damp jeans, squeezing just right. “Right here. While it’s pouring outside and nobody’s watching.”

My breath caught. We’d talked about pushing boundaries—public risks, quick dirty fucks—but never actually done it. The bachelor night had left me buzzing with leftover lust, and Elena knew it. “Fuck… you serious?” I muttered, voice low.

“Dead serious.” She nipped my earlobe. “Slide your hand up. Feel how wet I got thinking about you watching those dancers.”

I did. My fingers crept under her dress, past the lace edge of her panties. Her pussy was scalding, slick already, lips puffy and ready. She bit her lip to stifle a moan as I rubbed her clit in slow circles. The wet sounds were hidden by the rain, but her hips twitched anyway.

“Like that?” I asked, voice rough. “You’re dripping down my fingers, baby.”

“Mmm-hmm.” Elena’s eyes fluttered. “Keep going. Push two inside me… yeah, just like that.” Her walls clenched around my fingers as I pumped them slowly, thumb flicking her swollen clit. The table hid everything, but the risk made my cock throb painfully against my zipper.

She unzipped me with practiced stealth, her small hand wrapping around my thick shaft. Precum leaked over her thumb as she stroked from base to tip under the tablecloth. “So big and hard for me. I want this cock stretching my pussy right now.”

Heart hammering, I glanced around. The barista had disappeared into the back. Rain sheeted the windows, turning the world into a gray blur. Elena hiked her dress higher, swung one leg over my lap, and sank down in one smooth motion. My cock speared into her tight, soaked cunt, bottoming out with a wet slap of skin on skin.

“Oh shit…” she gasped, forehead pressed to mine. “It’s so deep like this. Fuck me slow, baby. Make me feel every inch.”

I gripped her juicy ass under the dress, guiding her up and down. Her tits bounced softly against my chest with each roll of her hips. The chair creaked faintly; her pussy made filthy squelching noises around my dick as she rode me. I could smell her arousal mixing with the coffee scent in the air, feel her juices coating my balls.

“Harder,” she breathed, nails digging into my shoulders. “Pound my pussy. I’m so close already.”

I thrust up harder, bouncing her on my lap. Her clit ground against my pubic bone every time I buried myself balls-deep. Elena’s breath hitched, turning into soft whimpers she tried to swallow. “I’m gonna cum… don’t stop, don’t you dare stop fucking me.”

Her walls fluttered, then clamped down hard. She buried her face in my neck as her orgasm hit, pussy gushing around my cock. The spasms milked me so perfectly I couldn’t hold back. With a low groan I shoved deep and unloaded, thick ropes of cum flooding her spasming cunt.

We stayed locked together, panting, as the rain eased slightly. My spent cock twitched inside her, cum already starting to leak out around it onto my thighs.

Elena kissed me slow and deep, then smiled against my mouth. “That was way hotter than any bachelor party. Think we can make it home before round two?”

I chuckled, still buried in her warmth. “Only if you keep my cum inside you the whole way. No cleaning up.”

“Deal,” she whispered, squeezing her pussy around me one last time. “But next time you’re the one getting dared at the bachelor party… and I get to watch.”