Ron didn't think of himself as a fetishist. He did like to be in control when it came to sex though; whether just he and the missus, or while exploring their kinky interests with others. Like any adventurous couple, they had their favorites, and one of those was him sharing his beautiful wife. Several times a year he would arrange an evening of pleasure for her and a carefully selected stranger. It was a special treat for him because his willing, sometimes wanton wife was eager to please him, and would do anything his mind could come up with. Pearl wore an earpiece for these pleasurable excursions, and carefully followed her husband's commands.
As she sat at the bar in one of their favorite watering holes, Pearl had her eyes on a guy she had an encounter with years ago. Slim was, as his nickname would indicate, as thin as any man around. She 'drank' him in as he sat there talking to another woman. She remembered that despite his narrow frame, he packed enough meat to fill her up the way she loved to be filled.
Ron looked like he was day dreaming while playing with the swizzle stick hanging out of his cocktail. This wasn't the first time he zoned out before one of their 'special' dates. He suddenly looked up at his hot wife and grinned. He caught on that she was eyeballing the skinny lad who was 'chewing the fat' with another girl. Ron was a good looking guy, and knew what was expected of him. He whispered to his 'wired' wife as he got up and walked toward the couple, who would, hopefully, break off from each other soon.
Pearl's hubby sat on the other side of her and ordered another drink. He deliberately rubbed against her back as he sat and made a big deal out of paying for his drink with a 50 that he pulled from a huge wad of bills. The other woman caught a glimpse of his 'cabbage,' and then turned away from Slim. It was artful of Ron and kind of shameful of the bimbo who was just unwittingly beat out of a great night of sex, and a few days of walking bow legged.
Slim stared at Pearl and tried to figure out why she looked so familiar. He studied her braless titties for a moment. It seemed like her nipples were trying to poke holes through her blouse. It finally clicked who she was, and he immediately walked away from his now disinterested, earlier prospect. After a moment of mingling, and skipping the verbal foreplay they had gone through when last they met, the two of them walked out of the bar. Ron threw another 50 down to pay for the lady who followed him down the false rich boyfriend road. He then got up and followed. The bimbo was surprised that the lanky boy she was entertaining first had disappeared when she turned back around.
On the way to her place in his pickup truck, Pearl rubbed her hand up and down his leg, and then up to his cock that wasn't completely hard, but made a nice, big outline in his jeans. He tried his best to drive, while attempting to get his hand into her shirt, but decided to stick with keeping his truck on the road; letting her do the feeling up.
With little or no ceremony, they found themselves in her bedroom. He sat on the bed and watched as she slowly peeled away her clothing; stalling to give Ron a chance to get situated behind a large one way mirror that was set up for just this purpose. When he told her, through her earpiece, that he was ready for her to begin, she dropped the rest of her clothing, except for her designer shoes, on the bedroom floor.
After peeling the skintight jeans from her 'flavor of the night,' Pearl knelt down on the floor and mock bit him through his boxers. He was fully erect now and gave her a funny look when her teeth scraped him a little as her mouth retreated. Ron was running this show now, and commanded her to slip her lover's underwear aside and take him into her mouth. His cock sprung out like a jack in the box when she released it from its 100 percent cotton prison. It was long and thick; with bulging veins full of blood pushing it to get even harder. Ron, again, told her to put her mouth on it, and she did. He was quite a mouthful, and Pearl had a little trouble taking most of him past her lips, and to the back of her throat. Ron watched as she skillfully worked on her lover, but tired of what he was seeing.
"Put the condom on," Ron directed his wife. She ripped open the package of the rubber she had stashed beneath the bed. When Slim saw it, he sighed, because he didn't care for them. Pearl pulled the 'raincoat' just over the head, then kissed the tip of his dick before smiling at the man she was about to fuck. She put her lips tightly around the head of his penis and pushed the condom down the rest of the way with her mouth. It only covered three fourths of his massive tool, and it made him smirk a little when he looked at it.
