"I'm telling you, Gladys, Frank is slowly turning into a slug. He never starts things up. If I want some, then I gotta go down on him to get his motor running... and even then, it's just a two-minute race. He never offers to return the favor, ever! If I want to get off, I gotta let my fingers do the walking. I hope you don't mind, but that beautiful son of yours is my favorite fantasy! I watched him mow the lawn the other day, and he took his shirt off. Oh my god... Gladys, you have done an excellent job with that boy. I can't believe that he's just turned nineteen, he looks so mature! The girls will be tripping over each other to get to him. He has a perfect six pack, and huge arms. He is so gorgeous. I love his eyes.
"By rights, Frank should have been out there with the damned lawnmower, but he slipped Bobby a few bucks to do the job while he watched some dumb-assed car race and got smashed drinking bourbon AGAIN. But the sight of your beautiful son without his tee-shirt on, well, it just made my day. You should be so proud! You know that bitch Loretta walked by SIX TIMES! And I swear each time she had another button undone on her shirt and NO BRA on either. I think she was planning on shoving his handsome face into her deep cleavage, that bitch!" Betty was red faced with anger. Betty is my wife's best friend.
"But Betty... wasn't that your plan? I think you want to have your way with my son, you dirty girl! At least in your naughty fantasies anyway. I know that your handsome hunk of son Tom figured very prominently in my la la to-do list." My wife Gladys spoke at length.
"La la to-do list?" Betty asked.
"Dreaming in the shower, getting the water stream just right down there. Imagining Tom ravishing me, while I sing la, la, la ti da, and the water makes me come! You should try it. The other day Tom took me in the ass, and I loved it! Your son is so beautiful and well hung, at least in my dirty little slut mind. He makes my imagination run wild!" Gladys explained. "Your son is definitely my favorite fantasy! Even if I would never do anything to harm my marriage. I think George has a fantasy about your ass. Last barbecue I saw him staring at those lovely cheeks of yours in your new slutty bathing suit. I saw you bend over in front of my son, you dirty tease! Maybe I'll let Tom have his way with me, you naughty bitch!" She smiled when she said that.
"He would never do that. He's such a good boy." Betty said, defending her son's honor.
"Hey! Stop stepping on MY fantasy. Course these days, I just wish I had a day off. George has been just like a bitch in heat. He's on vacation this week. He can't keep his hands off me! Or his damned tongue! He gets me going, then I'm the bitch in heat! I actually called in sick on Tuesday because the dirty bastard fucked me all damn day until two-thirty in the afternoon. His damned dick just wouldn't go down! I was so wiped out I slept till five pm, and I didn't get a damned thing done, not even dinner. I had Chinese delivered. He must have a stash of viagra around here somewhere. And he won't stop eating me! I can't come ten times a day like I was twenty. I'm gonna have to go online and get reinforcements for my big dicked beast." My wife boasted about me. Gladys did love me for sure! The way she talked about me, you'd think I was superman or something.
"Don't you dare go online! Pick up the damned phone. I'm right down the street! I'll ask Frank to eat me out, or to let George do it. He's been bugging me to go fly fishing, and I am betting he'll be happy with your husband taking care of my Miss Kitty while he drives to a lake to scare the fish, or whatever he does besides drinking a case of beer. He told me it was important to stay hydrated. He seems to have that well covered." Betty said with disgust. She shook her head.
She was very pissed off at her husband Frank for sure. Frank did seem to be drinking quite a bit more lately. I wondered if he was developing a drinking problem?
I was under the kitchen sink working on the plumbing. The damned sink trap got clogged up again! I had to open it up and clean it out, get rid of all the muck, and put it all back together again. I got a kick out of listening to my wife Gladys and her BFF Betty just going on and on. If they asked, I never heard a thing. It was just much easier this way. This is called husband deafness. It's been around since Adam and Eve. You can bet taking a bite out of the apple was on his honeymoon list!
"What if he says no?" Gladys asked.
"Then I will go fishing with him, and I will tell him that he will have to eat at the Y while we wait for the fish to jump into the boat. I'll bet he goes for option one instead, cause he is so damned lazy lately. His sex drive seems way down. Hell, that slut Loretta walked by with her big damned tits practically in his face, and he didn't even take notice! A few years ago, and he would have been drooling over those big melons of hers." Betty recalled.
"Are you jealous of Loretta's big whoppers? Why, for goodness sake? You gotta be what... D cup? They're beautiful too. Did you have work done on them?" Gladys asked. I think my wife secretly admires Betty's big boobs. They are very nice tits, and her little eraser size nipples stand out very hard.
"Double D, thank you. No work, they're all me, and all-natural, thank you very much! But I don't have those huge dark nipples that you have. No wonder George is always chasing you around. If I were a man, I'd want to suck on those nips of yours all day long!" Betty was a bit jealous of her friend's large dark brown nipples. I think Betty might want to suck on my wife's nipples right now! Dirty girl!
"Well, you can suck on my big nips while George takes care of your fire down below. Why don't you go see what kind of a deal you can make with Frank? Tell him the whole card club wants to go fishing with him, all eight women. That will shake him up!" she giggled. Women are so devious.
"He'll have a cow! Okay, see you later. Hey George. I want you to suck me and fuck me tomorrow, okay?" I was under the kitchen sink fixing the damned leaking trap again. I heard their conversation, but continued my case of husband deafness. I didn't want to be part of their sex conversation. No, no, no!
"Wha? Did you say something to me? What? I'm sorry I can't hear you Betty! Ouch!" I hit my head on the sink rail as I got out of the sink cabinet. I think I was 99% done. I said a prayer to the gods of plumbing, and turned on the taps. I didn't see any leaks. Joy! "Yes! No leaks! What did you say, Betty? I can't hear too good under the sink." Men have been conveniently deaf for many generations.
"Never mind, George. GOOD JOB George, on the disposer, see you tomorrow" she almost yelled at me. She hugged my wife and kissed my cheek. I felt her fast little hand on my pants feeling up my dick as she gave me a quick grope. Then in a flash, she was gone.
"Hey, your girlfriend just tweaked my cock." I mentioned it to Gladys.
"So? Are you actually complaining? Gees, what a baby girl I married! Ok, my little princess, what do you want to eat? Or maybe we could go out for a change?" She scolded me.
"The diner has a pot roast special today. It's all you can eat, so you can fatten up your ass for me. You are looking way, way too skinny to me." Gladys always likes it when I said she was too skinny, but I always meant it. I want her ass bigger! I want to grab it and fuck it.
