My ex-boyfriend and I had been together for quite awhile at the time I‘d had my first sexual encounter with his now former buddy Johnny, but like some long-term things, the sex with Josh either was lousy or fell off eventually. When we first began dating, Josh and I would fuck at least three times a day, seven days a week; now I was lucky if I'd seen any action once a week for a ten-minute screw. Sure, he traveled and the like for his job, but I also suspected that it was very likely he'd also had probably been getting other pussy on the side himself.
But hey, a girl has her needs too. Not that I was looking for sex constantly, but I will be the first to tell you I am pretty hot and quite the nympho; and I was even in need for some good hard cock at this time too. The last guy I had fucked with had been the 18 year old son of the couple down the street when Josh was out of town and the kid's parents had gone to some kind of boring dinner party. Damn, that horny kid and I must have sucked his cock and we banged the hell out of each other for over three hours till he couldn't cum anymore! Then two hours later, he'd brought his best friend over for a threesome, and we all went at it until the parents of the kid I'd originally fucked and sucked off earlier were due to be home.
Johnny, on the other hand, was one of Josh's buddies and was married. I didn't really see the attraction myself; Johnny was a built, muscular stud with an outgoing, if a little raunchy, personality with a rumored strong sex drive to boot, and Myra seemed an uptight, bitchy Miss Priss and frigid. Opposites attract, yeah, and she'd come from money, which is likely why Johnny married her in the first place, outside of her having a 40C bust. And according to Josh, Johnny had a special fetish at the time he and Johnny ran together for rich chicks with big tits--as long as they were natural ones. And once he'd charmed Myra and gotten her into bed, he married her, thinking he'd see more of those naked tits of hers and get more sex when he wanted it.
But for some reason, I couldn't picture these two together period, much less in the bedroom, being in the initial marriage bargain that Myra would finally get a husband while Johnny got both the security her trust fund helped provide and her big boobs, didn't quite work out that way. Myra guarded her fund with a iron clad fist and didn't seem the type that liked sex very much, and it turned out she and Johnny were virtually at a standstill in the bedroom for a couple in their late twenties.
It didn't bother her much, but Johnny was always horny and had either been picking up women online or at the beer joint the hung out at and either taking them to a motel and/or fucking them in the back of his SUV, or been seeing a few strippers looking for some extra cash on the side in order to get laid. The rest of the time he'd jack off to the large-breasted women in his hidden stash of men's magazines and porn movies once Myra was safely in bed.
Anyway, a bunch of his friends and their women had thrown a pool party to celebrate Johnny turning 30, and even though Josh was out of town again, I couldn't miss the fun of teasing the shit out of Johnny about hitting the big 3-0..never mind I was almost 13 years older than he. Despite the age bracket, he was one of my best buddies too.
Myra was her usual stiff, prissy self, but everyone else seemed to be having a whale of a time. As the night progressed, a lot of guests were pretty fired up on booze and one of the other men had called out that it was only fair that the women should also be topless, with some other guys starting up a "Take it off!" chant.
A couple of women hooted and threw off their bikini tops to the cheers of the men.
Though I was in a one-piece, another drunk guy had sneaked up and pulled the tie to the back of my suit, causing the top of it to start slipping down.
"Show your tits, baby!" he hooted. "Take it off!"
Now I am not a prude--heaven knows I had been totally naked at many an 'adult' party--but there was no way in hell I was going to bare my boobs in front of Miss Priss Myra, knowing damn well she'd blab to Josh about me going around half naked "like a common whore."
With that in mind, I ran inside of the house and into a spare bedroom to fix my suit, when, startling me, there was Johnny in the room.
"Why aren't you out with your buddies enjoying the show?" I teased. "All those topless women and you're missing it! Quite a few of them have some big ones too, just as you like them!"
"Shit," he snorted. "I've seen enough tits in my lifetime. I'm getting old. My wife is a pain in the ass and doesn't even like to fuck me that much. My job sucks. I've haven't even got any kids yet and I'd like at least one but the bitch of a wife won't let me knock her up yet. 'I'm not ready for a brat,' she says. Is this what being thirty is?"
"Come on, Johnny, you don't mean that. You had too much to drink. Maybe you should go to bed for awhile."
"Good idea," he said, grabbing and shoving his tongue down my throat in a deep kiss.
"Johnny!" I exclaimed, pushing him away.
