Under My Thumb
I was surprised when Joe called me up and invited me out for a bear. We had run in the same circles since junior high, played on the same adult softball teams and basketball teams, but never had either of us called the other. I am sure we liked each other and if I walked into a gin joint and saw Joe at the bar, I would not hesitate to sit next to him. Even my wife Angie, was surprised that Joe had invited me out for a beer.
Joe was sitting at a corner table when I walked in with a pitcher of beer and a couple of mugs in front of him. I sat down and Joe poured a couple of beers and handed me a mug.
He smiled and said, "You are wondering why I invited you out for a beer. We have probably known each other for the better part of 20 years, and I cannot recall either of us ever calling the other. Rather odd, don't you think."
I laughed, "Even Angie said the same thing. I cannot imagine why though. And I can't imagine why you called this time."
Joe took a big gulp of his beer, almost emptying the mug and said, "I do not want to be the one telling you this, but Angie has been cheating on you with most of your friends and at least half the softball team."
My blood began to boil, and I wanted to reach out and punch him.
Joe refilled our glasses and said, "We have never been the closest of friends but friends we are, and I could not continue to think of you as a friend and not tell you."
It all became clear to me, the way she acted with some of the team while we were having beers after a game. The way she carried on with some of the guys. The overly familiar touching.
I finished off my glass and thanked him. I turned to him as I was getting ready to leave and decided to leave one question unasked, but he read my mind.
"No, I didn't because I do not fuck other men's wives."
When I got home, Angie had already packed her suitcases and was loading them into the car. She followed me into the house. She could see by the red in my eyes that I knew.
She said, "I assumed that was why Joe called. I am not sure when he figured it out, but he confronted me last week. He wanted to give me a chance to tell you, but in the end, I was not brave enough. I do want to apologize, and I still cannot believe I let it happen. I love you more than anything in the world and you were my greatest lover."
She had tears in her eyes as she spoke, but I told her to get the fuck out.
The following year was tough. Not only the divorce and unwinding the financials of our marriage, but I had to find a whole new set of friends. Joe was always going to remain in my inner circle.
What bothered me the most was the other women, either married on in significant relationships, that were hitting on me. One woman showed up at my door with nothing on under her coat and she assured me it was okay because her husband knew she was there. The world had gone mad.
The actual divorce was easy. Angie did not put up a fight. My job as a chemist paid very well and most of our assets were mine from before the marriage. On the way out of the meeting with the lawyers, Angie again apologized and said she was not going to offer any excuses to explain her behavior because none could justify it. She again told me that I was her greatest lover and was going to miss me between the sheets. I wanted to scream that if I was so good, why the fuck did you have to fuck someone else and why the fuck did it have to be my friends and teammates. But I just turned and walked away.
Things started getting easier after the first year. I still had not dated any one and had no interest in any kind of relationship. Joe and I joined a new softball team, and we occasionally played our old team. Sometimes Angie would be at those games, never with anyone else, but I would see her in the stands. I ignored my old friends during those games, but one time, the man who I would have considered my best friend was playing second. I decided to steal second and while sliding in, I left my foot just high enough so that it nailed him right on his shin. Poor slob ended up with a broken ankle. Now in normal times, a slide like that would have resulted in a bench clearing brawl, but no one from his team made a move. My current teammates were already on the field. One guy from his team got up and helped him off the field.
Towards the end of the summer, a coworker invited me over for a barbecue and pool party. I was desperate for a good excuse not to go but he had planned his move very well. The party was going to be a mix of his and his wife's coworkers. The wife was a nurse so there would be a lot of "available" women there, his words.
I had not finished my first beer when they introduced me to Jackie. Sweet little Italian girl and extremely attractive.
As our host walked away, Jackie said, "I will kill her Monday morning and I apologize for putting you in this situation."
"No apologies needed," I said, "just let me know when you're going to take her out and I'll shoot him at the same time."
She laughed and then we both laughed, and we continued laughing over the next hour. We laughed about our exes; her ex was a doctor who fucked all the other nurses of the hospital floor where she worked. She ended up having to find a new job. I told her about mine and my softball team. We agreed that a new team was easier than a new job.
We laughed about our coworkers. Mine, mostly chemists like myself, were the picture of corporate America, racially diverse mix of men and women and all generally nerdy. Jackie was a registered nurse and worked for an oncology practice. The doctors were all white and older, sitting around discussing their vacation homes in Europe. Most of the nurses were younger, about the same age as Jackie and were wearing very skimpy thong bikinis as they frolicked in the pool. One of the nurses, Stacy, could have been Jackie's twin. The only person of color in her group was the black janitor who had to be the oldest person there. The clichés went on from there.
Neither of us had planned to stay long and we brought nothing to swim in. I was getting ready to make my excuses when Jackie started her goodbyes. As we were walking out to our cars, I joked that we were giving our coworkers something to talk about. She suggested that we really give them something to talk about, so I invited her to my place for a glass of wine and she accepted.
We were barely in the door before we started kissing which led to some wandering hands. It had been too long since I touched someone besides myself. The kissing turned into stripping off our clothes in the living room. Jackie kept saying she could not believe she was doing this. Once my shorts were off, she pushed me onto my butt on the couch. She straddled me after her panties hit the floor, grabbed my cock and lined it up with her entrance. She was wet. Jackie slowly began to lower herself onto my dick, repeating like a mantra that she could not believe she was doing this.
Once I was all the way in, I felt her shudder in orgasm and her mantra changed to "thank god I'm doing this." I took the opportunity to remove her blouse and bra and began to lick and suck her nipples which elicited a fresh set of moans. Slowly she began to work herself up and down on my cock. Her pussy was so wet I could feel her juices dripping onto my thighs. Neither of us lasted long and she collapsed on top of me. It felt so good to have my arms wrapped around a naked woman.
It was weird fucking someone besides Angie. We were married for six years so it had to be eight or more years since I had sex with someone else. I was not sure what to do. After sex with Angie, I would tell her I loved her and whisper soft nothings into her ear, which usually ended up in round two. That did not seem appropriate here. I certainly was not going to tell Jackie I loved her. There was always that doubt that Angie was fucking around because there was something missing from our lovemaking, despite her repeated assertions that I was the best she ever had.
But as I felt her breast against my chest and ran my hands over her ass, the launch sequence for round two was beginning. Jackie sensed the hardness returning to my cock and purred. I suggested we use the bed this time.
Once on the bed, we fell into a missionary position for a slow sensual fuck. It felt nice, soft gentle kisses with slow thrusts. I felt Jackie shudder again and she started repeating, "thank god I'm doing this." I began to pick up the pace and I felt her shudder again. Old habits die hard, and as I would do with Angie, I pinned her hands over her head and started slamming my cock into her. It had been over a year since I fucked, and this felt so good. At some point we rolled over and Jackie again took charge. Instead of the slow gentle pace she used before, now she was slamming herself down onto my cock and grinding herself against me. Again, we came together, but this time we fell asleep in each other's arm.
We were both parched when we awoke, and Jackie asked about that glass of wine I had offered. Together we headed to my kitchen still naked. I ordered a pizza as we took our glasses and sat in the living room and chatted about sex. Jackie's husband was her first and only. She had gone out for a revenge fuck when she learned that he had been cheating on her, but it felt wrong, so she sent the poor guy home frustrated. Angie was not my first, but number of women I met who were so willing to cheat on the spouses left me uninterested.
The pizza guy came while we were chatting. I scrambled to find my shorts, but Jackie slipped my t-shirt on and said she will get it. The t-shirt left a couple of inches of her ass cheeks visible, and her nipples were clearly on display. After opening the door, she reached over to grab her purse pulling up the back of the t-shirt exposing more of her ass. I could see all her charms from my view and could only imagine what the poor kid delivering the pizza could see. She left the t-shirt up as she walked back into the room. From the front, I could see her pussy hairs below as she headed into the kitchen.
Since I was still naked, she could tell her little display had my cock rock hard.
She grabbed my cock and whispered into my ear, "I think daddy liked me flashing the pizza boy."
I pushed her down over the table and slammed my cock into her pussy. We fucked like that, her grunting.
She said, "You like me flashing my stuff around don't you daddy."
"Yes, and my little bad girl needs a good fuck."
"I do need a good fuck daddy, keep fucking me like this and I'll flash my ass all the time."
