I looked at the long line of men trying to get one of the three advertised jobs. I saw my former software manager and in front of him I saw a man that I knew was better qualified than me. I looked at the neatly typed resume and wadded it up. I tossed it in the waste basket as I left the line. I had been imagining all sort of scenarios where they would hire me and Lisa and I would be solvent again. This was the ninth such time and I was disheartened over my job prospects. I could still draw unemployment for almost another year but then I realized that there were no jobs. The economic crisis had companies laying off people by the thousands. I knew that like I was in the beginning, it was a temporary bump on the road to success.
I started to go in a bar and join the other men that were in my shoes but then I realized that my wife Lisa could salve my broken spirit. I went home ready to tell Lisa of another failure. I expected Lisa to come toward me wanting to hear good news. Instead she was looking pensive. My face told the story and Lisa just sat on the couch and patted the place by her. I sat down. The tears were close and so was the rage that I was feeling toward myself. She had something to tell me. I knew that look. Her old boyfriend from college had a company in another city and he said that he would give her a job except that we would have to move there. Gene had been after her for years, even after I had married her. He was now married with a small child but I could tell that he still wanted Lisa.
Before she started to talk I told her that if she wanted to go and accept Gene's offer to go ahead and I would free her. She and I both knew that gene wanted her to be his mistress at work. He seemed to have it all, A wife, a company that seemed to be immune to the crisis. Lisa looked at me. "Jim, you were my first and only man," she looked in my eyes as she said it. "I know what Gene wants and I don't want that," she said, "Besides if I have to fuck other men to pay our bills then I would rather fuck a hundred men for ten dollars each rather than be Gene's mistress and make you a cuckold,"
I guess that I felt so much relief that I joked with her, "So instead of being a cuckold for one man I would be a cuckold many times over?"
"No silly...no husband whose wife has to be a prostitute in a case like ours is never considered to be a cuckold," She said as simply as possible.
"What do you call him then," I asked?
Lisa laughed and kissed me then," You would be my pimp."
I don't know what happened then but our clothes were quickly thrown off and I found my self buried deep in Lisa with her heels digging in my back trying to pull me deeper. Already my just under eight inch cock was in her as far as it would go. She screamed out her orgasm and I shot my load deep in her. We didn't have the problem of having children. Lisa could never have any. I didn't want any either. I just wanted Lisa and she told me many times as she told me now was that I had her. "Even if I fuck ten thousand men you will still be mine and I will still be yours.
Even though we were stretched out thin Lisa said that we should go out and celebrate. I asked her what we had to celebrate. Lisa looked at me , "well for one thing we actually talked about me getting fucked by ten thousand men and are still alright so how about that?"
We went out that night and got drunk. Well you have to realize that the two of us getting drunk was very mild. Lisa drank only a liquor like Irish Cream and a,Frangelico, a hazelnut liquor. We had used them both over ice cream one night and we got drunk as skunks. Where that came from I never knew. I doubt that other people had ever seen a drunk skunk either.
We went to a different bar than we usually went to when we had money. Lisa said that she didn't want us to run into people we knew. Most of the people we knew were newly unemployed and we just brought each other down. The crisis was evident as it was Friday night and the people there were pretty quite. The bartender gave us a triple for the price of one drink, "We have had a big bottle of that for four years and no one ever drinks it, The barkeep said, "You win the prize," he said as he set the glasses down, "Me and the others have joked that if anyone ever ordered that then we would mix three for one."
Lisa smiled and toasted the bartender, "Then I guess we will get pretty wasted." He laughed and said to tell him when we wanted another.
"Three for one...did he say three for one?" The voice came out of a big man sitting at the bar. By big I mean he was at least as tall as an NBA player and, while he wasn't rotund he had some flesh on him. He seemed pretty solid but still had a big belly. Lisa and I both turned to him and answered at the same time. He moved over next to us and held out his hand, which looked like a catchers mitt. He was Aron. He was in town for weekend meetings. "The only time that we can get free to meet is on the weekend so I come down for A Saturday meeting and spend Friday night getting drunk or drinking." He was hesitant at first and looked at him and then at Lisa, " I mean getting drunk...or that's the way it usually winds up."
Next I know we are in a animated conversation and he was funny, He said that he was so big that it helped to be funny. Lisa had to ask him if he was big everywhere. He looked at us strangely then but quickly changed, "That's the problem...to find a beautiful woman like..well you whose not afraid of it." Lisa smiled and looked at me to see how I took the mild form of flirting. I was buzzed enough I smiled back at her.
"Hey you can't blame someone cause he tells the truth and Aron looks like he just told a big truth," I said and hugged Lisa. She kissed me and said that I was sweet and then she quickly kissed Aron.
"You are sweet too Aron for saying that...I wish it were true," She said and quickly drained her glass. Aron ordered for us all. He had a Frangelico too.
"What do you wish were true Lisa," he asked, "That you are beautiful or that you wouldn't be afraid of it," Aron asked?
Lisa looked at me. I think she is the prettiest when she's flushed. She blushes so nice. She reached and took Aron's hand in hers. His hand covered hers, " No Aron I wouldn't be afraid of it. I would just do what ever I could with it and let it go at that." Lisa laughed and said that she could always throw are arms around it and cry. Aron picked up his new drink and drained it. He held the glass out and announced that it was only a little over eight inches but it was as thick as the glass. Lisa acted excited to be talking like this with him. Lisa's eyes got big and she unconsciously took a look at his crotch.
I looked at my empty the bartender had left when he sat the new drinks down and shook my head. I couldn't imagine Lisa sucking on a cock like this. "Here darling wife see if you can fit this one in your mouth." Lisa blushed all colors then and took the glass I handed her. She opened her mouth and tried to put the rim on the glass in. She couldn't even though she tried to stretch her mouth more. "Ok mister smart ass," she said to me, "lets see you do it." I grinned and opened my mouth and the glass went in real easy. "Well Aron we know who can take you already," Lisa said and grinned.