I looked in my pint of beer, wondering just how I had gotten stuck here, sitting with a guy I barely knew who was rapidly getting drunk. A freelance graphics job had brought me to the east coast where my client had taken me out for drinks. Not knowing anyone in town, I accepted, little knowing how the night would turn out. After a single beer, Mike had become morose and felt like spilling his guts. He kept whining about how sexed up his wife was and how she was wanting it all the time, never giving him a break. All I could think was, "And what is the freakin' problem?" But he was convinced she would leave him if he couldn't find a way to satisfy her and latched on to me, a perfect stranger, to unload his troubles on. Another beer found him too woozy to drive whereas my three had done little to dull the annoyance I felt at being stuck with this loser. At least he was smart enough to realize he shouldn't drive and asked me to take him home. He said he had an extra room and I could stay there and we'd drive back to my hotel near the airport the next morning. I wasn't thrilled by the idea, but I had to admit I was curious to meet the wife.
The drive was easy, my client slurring his words but intelligible enough to get me there. I helped him out of the car and up the front steps of a beautiful home. A lush and a loser he might be, but my client certainly had money. The door opened, silhouetting a curvaceous form, the light shining through her thin night gown. I paused in my approach to run my eyes over this delectable creature. Large breasts strained at the material, her nipples hardened by the cold air. Her brown hair fell about her shoulders and mischievously shrouded her face. Her hands balanced on her delicious hips and I found myself straining to see thru the fabric where her legs came together, catching sight of an alluring and tempting shadow. Her husky voice interrupted my reverie.
"What the fuck is this?" she asked quietly. I was expecting a much harsher reaction but she sounded almost resigned, as if it wasn't the first time.
"Sorry honey," slurred my host as we careened through the door. "Jay here was good enough to drive me home after a few too many. Oh, Jay this is my wife, Ami… Ami… Jay Lohr."
"Jailor?" Ami chuckled. "Isn't that an unusual name?"
I smiled. "It's not without its benefits."
She smiled at me and then turned her head towards her husband. Gritting her teeth, she kept smiling. "Why don't you come with me to the bedroom honey and we'll get you to bed." I could hear the edge in her voice and so, evidently could Mike, because he went without a whimper.
Left to my own devices, I wandered around the kitchen. Finding a beer in the refrigerator, I opened it, took a sip and stared out the huge plate glass window at the darkness outside. I could see my hostess coming up behind me in the mirror-like reflection of the window and again could not help but appreciate the luscious curves of her sweet body.
"I'm sorry about Mike, he just passed out on the bed, clothes and all," she said, her husky voice warming the air around me. "He doesn't get like this that often."
"That's okay. I was happy to help out," I lied. "Well… maybe not happy… but I am definitely pleased to meet the woman he told me so much about over drinks."
She looked surprised. "He talked about me? Really? What did he say?"
"Oh, just that you were quite a woman, definitely a challenge for any man."
She chuckled again, a sweet sound I was enjoying hearing. "Well I guess I can agree to that assessment. Now, let's get you set up in the extra room."
We walked down the hall, me following so I could watch that luscious ass sway back and forth in front of me. She turned as she opened the door and caught me looking. She smiled and walked into the room. She spread her arms. "It's not much," she said, "but I hope it will do for the night."
"If it has a bed, that's all I need," I answered.
"Just a bed?" she asked, pouting slightly and thrusting her ample breasts at me.
I didn't hesitate. I pulled her to me, roughly, our bodies almost colliding with the force of my pull. "Just a bed, with you in it," I breathed, and then kissed her passionately.
Her husband was right, she was a hot-blooded woman, kissing me back as eagerly as I kissed her. Our tongues were probing each other's mouths, our lips mashed against each other. I ran my hands along her gorgeous body, caressing, feeling, touching. She gasped as I lightly pinched her nipple through the gauzy fabric. Emboldened I pinched harder, earning a moan for my efforts. I realized that this woman was not looking for romance, but a nice hard passionate fuck. It's a good thing I showed up.
I ripped her nightgown from her body, causing her to gasp. I inhaled her scent, smelling her excitement. Her luscious body was exposed in all its glory. I stripped out of my clothes, my hard cock thrusting away from my body. She gasped.
"You… you're so big," she moaned.
"Big enough," I said, grabbing her hair and forcing her down on her knees. "Suck me."
