Greg experienced true female rage the whole way home because he talked to his sexy female coworker at the party. She was so insecure she couldn't bare to see him express interest in anyone. Our course, her insecurity was fueled by his cheating. Four times since they got married five years ago, and that wasn't even counting the two that she didn't know about. They were only 22 when they got married. They kind of loved each other, but they were so young. Tonight though, she was really laying it on thick. He couldn't take her attitude one more second so he told her he was going out to let off some steam and visit his brother, Eric, who was the overnight manager at the all night supermarket.
"Good. Get out! I can't stand to see you here another second, you fuck! Try to keep your dick in your pants," she yelled at him as he slammed their front door and got into his pick up. He never got to drive that anymore. It seemed like she controlled everything, and Greg was somebody who could not be controlled. He was just like his dad.
Greg and his brother grew up in house, or really, trailer, without many boundaries. Mom left early. She couldn't take dad's drinking, drugging, and whoring without the normal discretion of the usual cheater. Once he and his brother were playing stickball in the dirt road in front of all the trailers. There was a commotion in the trailer next door, probably 50 yards away. Some yelling and a crashing sound, then the door flung open and his dad fell out, face down in the dirt, completely naked. It was more like he was thrown out by the woman's bear of a husband who had come home a day early from his trucking route and caught his dad pounding his wife, while his own wife was just 50 yards away.
Bear came out and lifted Greg's dad up by his full head of dark curly hair. The stick ball game paused while the two men threw knuckles at each other and shouted expletives no kid under 10 should hear. Ultimately they agreed my dad should leave and never come back. He had no other choice but to do the true walk of shame, completely naked back to the family trailer, in front of Eric, Greg, and all the other neighborhood boys. Their dad wasn't shy at all, but probably because he was seriously hung. From that point on they referred the boy's dad as The Dick, and Eric and Greg were known as the The Dick Brothers.
Once he was back inside the trailer, the arguing started again. A few days later a car came to pick up his mom and they never saw her again. It was her form of punishment to leave him with the two boys. If she took them with her, it would give him all the freedom he ever wanted. He wasn't worth that reward. As a result, Greg and Eric grew up in a house, well, trailer, with a wasted dad who fucked anything that moved, usually just 10 feet away from his boys. In their late teens, they even joined in.
Because of their dad's lack of parenting, irresponsibly moving from job to job, on and off unemployment, and living for the next high and/or piece of ass, Eric and Greg grew up with a skewed sense of values. It's a wonder they were as responsible as they were, both holding down steady jobs. It was in relationships that they both showed the expected dysfunction. They lacked sexual boundaries according to societal norms, and they had their dad to thank.
As soon Greg pulled the door of his truck closed and started the engine, he felt a wave of relief. Driving down the desolate roads at 1 in the morning, thoughts of that sexy brunette in that white convertible entered his mind. Did he really see that? Or did he just imagine it. She was so well put together, yet she was licking her nipple and playing with her pussy while they locked eyes. Thank GOD Renee didn't see that. She would have ruined it and blamed him. He was rock hard when he saw her. There was something about their connection. She wanted to turn him on, and boy did she ever. Wow. He couldn't wait to tell Eric all about it. Maybe they'd do a mutual jerk session, which they had done since their teens.
Greg pulled up to the supermarket. The light rain had nearly subsided. There were two cars in the lot, One was Eric's, and the other a white convertible Mercedes with the top up. He didn't make the mental connection. On his walk to the store, the sky opened up again and drenched him thoroughly. Soaking wet, he walked through the first set of automatic doors, and then through the second. He stopped in his tracks immediately and his mouth fell open. He couldn't believe his eyes.
There was Eric, shirtless and probably bottomless behind some fine piece of ass who was laying across the bed of cucumbers. As he took in the whole scene he locked eyes with the woman. She looked shocked at first, but then a wave of recognition fell over her. It clicked with her first, then it clicked with him. They shared a very sexy moment earlier tonight.
"Bro!" Greg said to Eric.
"What's up, Bro?" Eric responded probably with his hard cock deep inside her pussy.
"What the FUCK is up? Who is this? Should I go?"
Regina felt cold shivers run up and down her body and her pussy tightened up around Eric, probably as a defensive mechanism."
"Yeah man, I'm kinda...busy. I'll text you later."
Regina felt relieved. But then slightly disappointed. As Greg turned to leave, she called out, "Wait!" Greg turned back toward them. "You want me, don't you?" Greg's cock swelled.
"Yeah...I do. You mind, Eric?"
"Nah, I don't even know her. If she's good, I'm good."