Mrs V's Montreal Cumback Ch. 01

It's early on a sultry summer night in MTL, and we're having a couple drinks and making out in the luxury apartment we've rented for this visit. V pulls away from a kiss and looks me in the eyes as my strong hands squeeze her luscious ass.

"Know what Aitch?" she says.

"What amor?"

"I think this is a good night to go dancing," V replies with a mischievous grin.

"Oh fuck yes," I groan, "I've been waiting for you to say that."

"I bet you have," she says, kissing me again. "Let's hit my old club and see if it's still as hot as it used to be."

"I brought something just in case you wanted to go clubbing," I tell her.

She smiles back and kisses me again.

"Always dressing me up. That's my aitch."

I go fetch a sheer top and miniskirt combo.

"Ooooh," she murmurs. "Pretty hot, love."

"Only one request," I say.

"What's that?"

"No undies underneath that short, flirty skirt."

"Of course," V laughs. "You want that easy access on the dancefloor, huh?"

"Yeah. Me and who knows who else?" I answer.

"Mmmmm," she moans. "Okay. Let's get dressed and head out."

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We get dropped off on the corner by the club, and take our place in the long queue outside of folks waiting to get in.

"Just like old times," Mrs V says. "Only back then I used to get to skip the line."

She smiles slyly.

Just as she's telling me that, I glance back to see a group of three men passing by our place in the line, headed for the entrance. All three are handsome black guys, one of them a bit older, and the other two young and fit, looking like twins.

The older guy does a double-take just as he passes, and then turns to look at her for a long moment before exclaiming.

"Je n'y crois pas... V?!?"

She just laughs, and gives him a hug, kissing him on both cheeks.

"What a surprise!' she says. "Aitch, this is Lamine."

"Oh hey!" I laugh. "I've heard all about you."

He just grins playfully.

"Do you still run the place, Lamine?" Mrs V asks.

"Non," he says, shaking his head. "It's a young man's game. I handed the club off to my nephews here," he gestures to the twins standing next to us.

"Boys," he says, "this is V. These are my nephews Romain and Lucas. V used to be the hottest thing at Tokyo Bar in my day."

One of the young twins chimes in.

"Looks to me like she might be still, uncle," he says with a slightly salacious look at her.

"Good eye," I laugh.

The twins take turns giving Mrs V a kiss and saying a proper hello. Both of them let their hands linger ever so slightly at her hips as they do, and she gives me a little wink after the greetings. She introduces me to everyone next.

"Lamine, boys, this is my partner Aitch," she says, and they all give me a nod. "He's been wanting to get me out clubbing for a while, and tonight felt like the night for it."

"Bonne chance pour nous, alors," says Lamine. "Why don't you come in with us and skip this long line. Like old times, eh V?" he says.

She laughs.

"I always did like the benefits of being a special customer," V smiles.

He laughs heartily and waves us ahead. The bouncer steps aside as we enter with the three of them, and we head up the stairs into the club.

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The main floor of the club is packed already, even though it's not too late in the evening. One of the twins taps V's shoulder and leans in to be heard over the music.

"The rooftop is VIP now. We'll head up there. Cooler and less crowded. Save a dance for me?" he grins.

She just smiles and we head through another velvet rope and up to the breezy rooftop. We emerge to more pumping music and follow the three guys over to the bar. Lamine, Lucas and Romain greet the bartender warmly.

"Une tournée de boissons pour de vieux amis," Lamine says. "What are you having?"

We order drinks and linger at the bar while we get through them, watching as the rooftop fills up. After a few minutes, a song comes on that V recognizes from back in the day.

"That's our signal, Aitch," she says slyly, and pulls me up and over towards the dancefloor.

We make our way just to the edge and she starts to settle into a seductive rhythm, swinging her hips and making the short little skirt I got flip in fantastic ways. I put my hands on her hips and get in close, feeling my cock stiffen at the sight of her letting go to the music. Our lips meet in time to the song, and I lean in close so she can hear me.

"You saw how the twins were checking you out, right love?"

"Mmmm hmmm," she murmurs.

"Show me where you fucked Lamine back then," I groan into her ear.

I turn her around and grind my swelling cock up against her ass, reaching around to run my hands up under that short skirt, feeling her hips as she pushes back onto me.

V moans in pleasure, and I kiss the back of her neck as we move to the pulsing song. She points generally over back towards where the three guys are.

"It was behind the bar," she moans in pleasure. "We used to dance back there, and sometimes I would let him fuck me right in the middle of the club.... Mmmmm..."

I can see the boys and their uncle watching us dance from the bar area, and although the light is low, I'm certain they can see that my hands are now up under her skirt and stroking that soaking pussy...

I slip a finger into her and move my other hand up to tease her nipple through the sheer top as the sexy music pulses.

"Want to know what I think we should do, amor?" I ask.

"Ohhhh, fuck yes Aitch. What do you want?"

"We're going to keep dancing for a song or two, getting your pussy soaking wet and aching for cock. And then I'm going to take you back to Lamine and his nephews, and you're going to show me just how things used to go down back in the day."

"Mmmmm," she groans, looking over your shoulder at me seductively. "With the twins, aitch?"

"That's right, V," I tell her. "A new generation of cock for your Montreal cumback..."

V turns and kisses me, and I flip up her skirt, knowing as I do that the boys will get a good view of that delicious married ass as we keep dancing. One of them flashes me a thumbs-up from the bar, and I can see Lamine nodding and laughing at his nephews.

We dance through one more song like that, completely wrapped up in each other. V's top is pulled further open, showing off her gorgeous cleavage, and I have no doubt that the boys at the bar are all turned on by now. As the song ends, she turns to me and kisses me hard.

"I can't wait anymore, aitch," she groans. "I want their hands on me."

"Fuck yes, v," I reply. "Let's go see what those boys have got for you."

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We kiss intensely for a minute as the song ends and the next one starts thumping, and then I lead her back across the rooftop to the bar where Lamine, Lucas and Romain are waiting eagerly. They're trying to look casual, but it's obvious they've been watching us intently from across the club.

"So, Lamine," I say casually after we arrive. "V tells me she used to help you behind the bar sometimes."

"Oh, she mentioned that?" he says, smiling.

"Bons souvenirs, mec. But I'm just a guest these days. Sometimes these boys help out, though."

One of them pipes up.

"Want to see if it feels the same as it used to?" he asks.

"Mmmmhmmm... sure," Mrs V nods.

He offers a hand as she stands up off the barstool and follows him around to the other side of the bar. The bartender is plenty busy down at the other end of the long space, serving customers. And with the music as pumping as it is, it's hard to hear much other than what's just in front of us.

The two of them end up just across the bar from me, Lamine, and the other twin.

"Why don't you make her another drink?" I suggest. "Show her how it's done back there..."

V begins swaying seductively to the music once again as the DJ starts up a good groove. The twin with her doesn't hesitate to join in, sliding up behind her and matching that sway. He reaches past V with both arms, reaching onto the bar for a glass and some liquor as she dances in front of him.

"He catches on quickly," V mumbles, looking across the bar at me as the youngster grinds on her a bit, still managing to focus on fixing a drink. He finishes up, and slides the glass in front of her as he leans back and puts his hands on her hips, looking down to admire her ass as she bends forward and samples the cocktail. V takes a sip and then leans back.

"Thank you," she says in a husky voice. He leans forward as she turns back and ends up meeting her lips full on, in a somewhat unexpected kiss. Mrs V moans as it happens, clearly turning him on. He doesn't let go for a long moment, and I can see his hands sliding down from her hips straight onto her ass. There's a look of surprised pleasure on his face as he feels that there isn't anything under the short skirt.

As she breaks off the kiss, he slides his hands down from her ass, lustily taking in those long, gorgeous legs.

"Hey--lequel es-tu?" V says over her shoulder.

Instead of answering, he just stands up, takes one of her hands and guides it back and down to his crotch. The rest of us watch as Mrs V willingly squeezes the thick bulge that's clear through his jeans.

"Ça te préoccupe vraiment?" he grunts as she starts to stroke his cock through his pants.

"Mmmmm.... I guess not," V mumbles. "Whatever your name is, I think it's time you take me just like your uncle used to. Get that cock out."

He doesn't need any further instructions, and Lamine just laughs next to me.

"Putain, mec," he laughs. "I love finding out that some things don't change."

The twin behind V does as directed, unzipping and getting his thick, hard dick out as he flips her skirt up over her hips. He reaches down to feel her pussy for the first time, and V moans and leans forward onto the bar as he fingers her for a minute, so ready to get fucked. I can see even in the low light how he pushes her legs further apart and teases her pussy with his cock a few times before sliding the tip slowly in.

"Oh shit Aitch," V grunts in pleasure. "Just like old times. Except.... ahhhhhh..... so much fucking better with you here."

The twin on my side of the bar looks over at me and says with a grin,

"Bâtard chanceux! Quelle femme..."

His brother is still working his thick cock into her, taking his time.

"Come on," V moans impatiently, looking over her shoulder back at him. "Donne-moi plus fort..."

He looks down at her intensely, and then thrusts in deep, forcing a guttural moan out of her lips as a new song kicks up.

"Yesssss," Mrs V grunts. "That's more like it. Give me that fucking cock..."

He starts stroking into her harder, smacking that ass appreciatively and shoving her down forward onto the bar. Her tits practically pop out of her top right across from me, and I can see other customers taking notice.

"Mind if I help out back there?" Lamine asks me with a smile. "These young boys are energetic, but they haven't learned that much yet."

"Please," I reply, grinning.

Lamine walks around and joins them.

"If I remember right," he mutters in a low husky voice, "she usually only got off this way with a little something extra."

He licks his fingers and stands at her side, locking eyes with V as he slips his hand down between her legs to rub her clit as the youngster pounds away.

V responds instantly, groaning out in pleasure. Her tongue hangs out of her mouth as if begging for a dick to suck...

"Ohhhhhh fuck, that's it. Don't fucking stop....." she moans uncontrollably.

The music is hitting a crescendo now, and flashing disco lights play over them as I watch. I can't resist letting my stiff cock free and stroking it as I watch the two guys working her over. I can see the other twin doing the same thing a couple barstools away.

Mrs V is bouncing back onto the nephew's pulsing cock as Lamine expertly strokes her clit, and in just a few moments I can see her losing control, pushing back, demanding all of his length. V's legs start to shake.

"That's it, chérie," I can hear Lamine saying into her ear as the climax takes over completely.

"Aitch!" she practically screams. "I love it when you give me cockssssssss. Don't stop! Don't..... fucking..... stoppppppppppp...."

V's hips buck back forcefully against the twin fucking her, and her orgasm proves to be more than he can handle. He grunts as Lamine slides his wet fingers between her lips and V sucks on them greedily, locking eyes with me as she does. No doubt he's dreaming of the one thing he never got: her mouth on his cock.

"Cette chatte... est si bonne... Putain..." the nephew moans, then grabs her hips for one final thrust, dropping his hot load into her married pussy, as she moans in appreciation and encouragement. His head lolls back and his eyes roll up into his head, as he stands stunned for a moment before finally collecting himself, pulling out and zipping up his jeans.

I lean across the bar to kiss her, and as our tongues touch, I can hear the other twin saying:

"How about that dance now, Mrs V?"

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