Author's Note: I've done illustrations of Barb here, on Literotica. Please have a look after reading the story. It may give you an idea of what's to come.
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"Well, the reception was nice. Certainly, more interesting than the wedding," Barb said as she allowed her husband, Ken, to open her car door.
"Two down, one to go," Ken said as he slid behind the wheel. "Is Evan even dating anyone these days?"
"I think that one girl, Rachel, went after some old guy with money and Evan had his feelings hurt," Barb said. "Maybe some day, he'll figure it out."
Tim, their oldest son, married two years earlier. His wife, Trish, reminded Barb of herself in many ways. Very adventurous. Flirty. Smart. Sexy. At least, what Barb remembered of herself twenty-some years ago.
Roger, their second son and the current groom-of-the day, married an Asian girl he met in med school. While Tammy was attractive in her own way, Barb could easily see her becoming a once-a-week lay for her son. Small tits, but a killer ass and perfect legs. Unfortunate. Tammy seemed to have so much potential. Barb guessed not everyone could be like Trish. Or her.
Her youngest son, Evan, graduated from high school, but unlike his older brothers, had very little drive to make anything of himself. He was cute, but shy, and was comfortable living with his parents a little longer. So, he opted to make coffee for a living while thinking about what to do with his life.
Barb reached over and undid her husband's fly, as was almost customary anytime they were alone, in the car, at night. Sometimes during the day, too, if she felt the need to feel him in her hands. To say her husband, Ken, was well-endowed would be an understatement. He was a big man to begin with, but in addition to being in top physical shape in his fifties, he was blessed with both the equipment and the skills to use it. Even though he was ten years older than Barb, he always outlasted her.
As she leaned over to take him in her mouth, she noticed a dark shade of lipstick about three inches down his shaft - which was about all any woman could get down their throat due to its widening girth. It was the same shade the bridesmaids agreed on.
"Which one?" Barb asked.
"All of them," Ken responded with a grin.
"Tammy, too?" Barb asked, almost expectantly.
"No, not Tammy," Ken sighed. "She's no Trish, that's for sure."
Barb took him in her mouth, sucked for awhile, and then sat back in her seat, letting him zip up his fly.
"How about you?" Ken asked, not at all disappointed that she hadn't finished. He knew there was time for that, later. While she slowed down over the last few years, she averaged three or four blowjobs a day.
Barb slipped off her high-heeled pumps and put her feet with freshly pedicured toes on the dash. She pulled up her skirt, hooked her thumbs on the sides of her bikini panties and slid them down her legs to her feet and then handed them to Ken. They were soaked in come. Ken smiled before throwing them out the window.
"The best man wasn't the best man, this time," Barb said, bringing Ken's large right hand down, between her legs. "But, it wasn't for lack of trying."
"How close did he bring you?" Ken asked.
"Close enough that a few minutes with you should take me over the edge," Barb answered, unzipping her top.
"I guess we're not waiting until we get home, then," Ken smiled.
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Barb met Ken while working her first job out of high school as a Hooter's girl. She was used to being looked at by men two or three times her age, and she liked to tease. When Ken came in with a few coworkers for lunch one day, she was immediately attracted to him, but he wasn't at her table. She smiled at him every time she walked by, and while she had been told on more than one occasion that she had really nice boobs, she liked to think her ass was just as nice. Ken seemed to think so, too, as she caught him staring at her round butt in the mirror by the bar. He had lunch there whenever he was in town, but it was always with coworkers, which meant Barb couldn't sit and talk with just him. Finally, after dating a few regulars half the Summer, Ken finally asked her out.
"What took you so long to ask me out?" Barb asked.
"I wasn't sure if you were being flirty for you, or for the job," Ken answered.
"I'm always flirty for me," Barb insisted. "You don't have a problem with that, do you?"
"Not at all," Ken answered. "I'm always about people reaching their full potential. If you want to flirt, have at it."
"And if I like to..." Barb said quietly in his ear so the other customers couldn't hear, "fool around...?"
"Then, do that, too," Ken smiled. "I'd like to see that, though."
"So, you're not the jealous type?" Barb asked.
"No, sweetie," Ken answered. "I'm the same way. Life's too short to settle for mediocre. Spice it up."
Barb, however, was not the slut she pretended to be. She dated. She fooled around. But, she was actually on the shy side outside of work. While she might have dated a few guys, they rarely overlapped.
She had moved in with her Aunt Dori - ten zip codes away from home - after graduating from high school, and started paying rent as soon as she landed the Hooters knock-off waitress job. The agreement was that as long as she paid rent, Dori kept what she did and with whom to herself.
Barb thought about continuing school, but wasn't very book smart. She could figure out just about anything, but the idea of sitting in an auditorium, listening to a professor drone on and on did not seem like any kind of life for her.
For the first few months, serving hot wings paid the paltry rent her aunt requested, and covered a car payment. She could afford a gym membership, and clothes that she liked. She had what most men would call "berthing hips," a tiny waist, and full, natural D-cup boobs. The other girls asked her how she managed to keep her stomach so flat while eating whatever she wanted, and she always replied "genetics." She did gymnastics all through high school, so her legs were always a little larger and muscular, but her boobs kept her from doing some of the events that would have gotten her scholarships - not that she would have used them. She kept her blonde hair a little longer than shoulder length, and always went with minimal make-up. She was frequently mistaken for the younger version of Elizabeth Shue - but with more curves - and she took that as a compliment. Her blue-grey eyes captivated anyone that looked into them... if they ever bothered looking up from her tits. At 5' 4" and 130 lbs, she knew she wasn't tall enough to make it as a model, but that didn't keep her from posing for the local restaurant calendar.
Everyone had their favorite girl, and Barb had enough of a following to stay in good standing with the manager.
She spent most of her time off on her own, not really clicking with any of her coworkers. She'd get as much sun wherever and whenever she could, but she seemed to freckle more than tan in some areas. Her Aunt Dori's back yard wasn't particularly private, so she never managed an "all over" tan, but the tiny bikinis she experimented with came pretty close.
When she finally went on a date with Ken, it was on a boat, on a lake. She forgot that the only bikinis she owned were suitable for sunning, and not at all suitable for swimming. When they got around to taking off their shorts and t-shirts a few hundred yards off shore, Ken dropped anchor and let out a whistle.
