Hello all, it's been a while since I've been here. It's been a busy year. Roni told me to let you all know she hopes you enjoy her adventures.
I ran in to an "old friend" of ours the other day, whom, if you asked Roni, was definitely a contributor to a couple of her more favorite adventures.
So, without further delay... here it one.
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After Roni and I received orders back to the US, once we returned, we spent a little over a year in the Southeastern US at my final duty station. We enjoyed our time there and got more and more settled in to our "married" life.
Not knowing anyone there and with it being a more conservative southern state, our "playtime" adventures slowed down considerably, although our sex life did not. Roni reverted back a bit to her quiet, soft spoken self and her progress of opening up reverted as well.
Unless being prompted by a night out, a few drinks and some hot talk during sex, she was once again struggling to sharing her feelings and thoughts about her new-found desires. Once we got going and she had an orgasm, then I could get her going and she'd set her wild side free again.
After roughly 16 months, I retired and we decided to move back to the upper Midwest where I was born and raised. We'd been there about 3 weeks when we found a house and stared to settle in. We purposely bought a house near my family, but we were also careful to not be too close, lest we be too close... a nice 15 - 20 mile "privacy" buffer zone in all directions, LOL.
I already had a job lined up with a large national Insurance provider before we moved and by the end of the first month, Roni also found a job with a small, family owned company that employed roughly 50 people.
Both our schedules worked out perfectly. Every day we'd leave for work and I'd drop her off on the way to my office. It normally took 20-30 minutes depending on traffic so we always had nice conversations on the way to and from work.
On the way home, it was the usual how was your day stuff. She'd talked about this and that... Tammy, Carol, Ron, Jeremy, John, blaa blaa blaa.
Every so often, when she'd mention one of her co-workers, she'd say "Davis", which was the afore mentioned John. Everyone called him by his last name, except Roni, she'd always call him John... unless her day report included something about him picking on her.
One Friday, as she was complaining, I noticed her face was flushed, not mad flushed, blushing flushed and her nipples were so hard there were about to poke out of her silk blouse. She was only pretending to mad. As she "complained" I rubbed her leg just below the hem of her skirt, pretending to console her "pretend" anger. She was so hot I could feel the heat coming from between her legs. She continued "complaining until we got home.
As we pulled into the garage and the door started to close, I slid my hand up between her legs and it took one slow thrust to burry two fingers in side her. She moaned, eyes half closed as she looked at me, slightly confused, slightly pleased, and extremely horny... and she knew I knew it.
As I finger fucked her slowly, I said straight out to her: You REALLY want to fuck this "Davis" dude, don't you? The mere thought of it pushed her right over the edge and she came in a squirming, shuttering orgasm with a groan that came from her toes, through her entire body, like a deep growl. Needless to say, we didn't have dinner until fairly late that night. She fucked me silly.
Over the next several months this happened quite often. I asked her a couple times why she didn't just ask for permission to pull him to an out of the way place in one of the empty offices or one of the warehouses and suck his cock or fuck him. She said he was dating another woman in the office, or maybe two... she wasn't sure. She called him a slut. I laughed, "Just like you my dear" which got me a smack on the arm.
We saw him several times when we were out, he was always with one of his girlfriends. Never the same one twice. Roni couldn't take her eyes off him on any of the occasions we saw him. John was about 6'5", just over a foot taller than Roni, 40 years old and very fit. He was a tri-athlete and it showed. He didn't see us most of the time. I could see Roni throwing eye darts at whatever girl he was with.
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I had gotten a recent promotion that lead me to working under a new VP. As luck would have it, she happened to mention on a call that she was looking for a new admin assistant. I knew what our company paid compared to what Roni made, so I mention she might be interested. Roni took the new job 2 weeks later.
About a month and a half after Roni left the company, we were out as usual and John actually saw us and made his way over. The girl he was with was a giggly little blond I recognized from as a bartender at one of the local watering holes. Cute, not the brightest bulb on the tree, but made a mean cocktail and was a real happy-go-lucky girl.
They walked up to our table and John waved to Roni and said "hey Kiddo": I thought I saw your SUV in the parking lot. Roni semi-stammered a quick "HI" and promptly knocked her glass over and sent another crashing to the floor trying to catch it, causing her to blush in the dimly lit club, causing John and his friend to laugh, and me to both laugh externally and to internally smirk and move forward just a bit, lest someone notice the hard-on growing in my jeans. I knew knowing Roni must be absolutely sizzling and dripping wet between her legs... I'd be getting fucked good when we get home... That's if she didn't make me stop at a hidden place we know of before we even made it home.
The club was packed so John asked if they could join us. "Of course, belly up to the bar", I said as I motioned to the table. John introduced himself to me and both of us to his friend, Chrissy.
We all chatted for a while before the already dim lights got darker and the music started to turn louder. After about an hour it was nearly impossible to talk across the table. After several Vodka Red Bulls, Roni was in her full tilt, "my clit is swollen and tingling, I wanna fuck, happy dance," mode.
Even though she was trying to suppress he movement, it got her noticed by John. "You must really want to dance tonight kiddo" he said. She managed to spill another drink and before she could think of a snappy comeback, other than; "No, but I'd really like to fuck you, asshole", Chrissy lit up and grabbed her arm. "Let's leave these two lazy guys here" - let's go dance!!
SAVED BY THE BELLL!! or maybe by the goofy blonde, but saved none the less. Roni toddled off with Chrissy to the lady's room on the way to the dance floor. John and I just smirked at each other.
He came around to the back side of the table and he and I started shooting the shit. Our jobs, the local ball teams, cars... basic guy stuff. After about 10 minutes the waitress came by and got us some new drinks and cleaned up the latest spilled drink.
We both laughed when she finished and John commented about Roni always being clumsy and dropping things at work and things too. I must have given him a quizzical kind of look and he mentioned how she was always dropping things, spilling coffee and a couple times she tripped over a chair and nearly walk in to a door. I looked at him with as little expression as possible on my face and said, yeah, she has a condition.
He started to apologize, saying he had no idea she had a medical issue. I put up my hand and cut him off.
Me: No John, she has a "Condition", making hand quotes in the air around that word.
John: looks at me confused.
Me: Did you ever see or hear about it happening when you aren't around?
John: Come to think of it, no. I'd see her when she didn't know it and I never saw that happen.
...a few moments of silence
John: So, what "condition" are you talking about that makes her clumsy?
*He was actually REALLY confused now... I was laughing hysterically inside and shook my head laughing...*
Me, thinking "Welcome to man-land, we're always the last to figure it out": She's clumsy because you make her blood pressure spike, her clit hard and her pussy hot and wet... long story short? She wants to FUCK YOU... BAD!!
His jaw dropped, he stammered ad tried to find words. I never let him open his mouth. It's OK, man, I saw the swelling in your jeans, I know you'd like to fuck her too. More attempts to find words that wouldn't come out. Just then the girls came back.
They were both really drunk now.
Roni: Hey guys, how's tricks (yup, toasted)
Chrissy: We just wanted to check in, well, back to dancing... and off they went.
John hadn't said a word and never took his eyes off of Roni. As they walked off, I could tell Roni liked him looking at her... her ass was shaking just a little more than usual.
Roni looked back over her shoulder as she walked away... not at me, at John, directly in to his eyes.
John saw it and froze. After she turned away I snapped my fingers next to his ears to get his attention and he looked over at me with a somewhat worried look on his face.
Me: Don't worry dude, it's cool, I'd love to watch her fuck you... His jaw dropped when I asked for his cell number and gave him ours.
He and I talked a lot that evening, watching the girls dance. He is actually a great guy. Has 2 kids and his ex-wife makes his life miserable. He has a real phobia of relationships that get serious.
I told him several times that it was all good, that I could use a nice FfWB. He got his confused look again.
FfWB = Friend for Wifely Benefits: i.e. a friend I could have fuck my wife from time to time who maybe has a female friend we could include, or even a male friend to help him service her.
That's when he had the upper hand and smirked. My quizzical look led him to share: I have an identical twin brother who lives nearby, on the way to where you live actually... and he said his bimbo girlfriends will fuck anyone, so that part can be covered too.
When the girls came back, Chrissy had another friend, Andrea, with her. She told John they wanted to go to a different club. John said he wasn't really keen on the club they wanted to go to and told Chrissy it was fine for her to go, so she left with Andrea, leaving John there with us.
Roni was a quite happy drunk. Not trashed, but fun drunk. She was still dance happy so I told her to go to the edge of the dance floor where we could see her and watch her dance. She was more than happy to. She walked to the floor, shaking her tight sexy little ass in her skirt and she went knowing we were both watching her. She danced and swayed, facing to and away from us. Her hips gyrating for the next hour or more. Stopping occasionally for some water. She must have really been feeling the moment because I knew her happy drunk must be fading a bit but her horny was not. What she didn't know is that a plan had been formed.
