I did not feel like sitting at home watching TV that Saturday night, especially with my wife on the warpath. She and I were not on the best of terms and were trying very hard not to cross each other's paths. An argument over some trivial thing had escalated into full-scale warfare. I had to get out of the line of fire for awhile.
I was going through my country music phase at the time, so I headed for my favorite country bar. I felt a lot better as soon as I settled in at the bar and took a sip of cold draft. There were a couple of things that I liked about that particular bar - a first-class juke box and a bartender who loved to show off her spectacular tits. I plunked a pound of quarters into the juke and punched every single tune by The Judds. I could hardly get enough of the mother-daughter songbirds.
Three Budweisers and thirty Judds tunes later and I felt a hell of a lot better. "I may just stay here forever," I thought. "This is fucking paradise." Thankfully, the bartender had decided to pick on me and was flaunting her magnificent tits in my face. The only thing holding up her flimsy peasant-girl top was her spiked nipples. I prayed they would lose their grip.
I was focusing all of my attention on the bartender's blouse, willing it to fall away, when there was a tap on my shoulder. I turned to find a very attractive woman smiling at me. "My husband and I thought we were the world's biggest Judds fans until you showed up. You sure do like 'em, don't you?" I could tell by her accent that she was from the South, probably from Tennessee. I can get a hard-on just listening to those Tennessee gals talk.
"We were wondering if you would like to join us for a drink. We can talk about the Judds. We went to one of their concerts recently and even got their autographs." She pointed toward a nice-looking guy in a corner booth. He hoisted his glass in a toast. Desperately in need of somebody to talk to, I accepted her offer.
They introduced themselves as Jerry and June. I was right about them being from Tennessee. They were tourists from Nashville visiting nearby Disneyworld. They were in their early to mid-forties, about five years older than me. June was a fine-looking woman with short blond hair framing a model's face and a body that most women half her age would envy. Jerry was just a few flaws short of being handsome. He had a healthy tan, a full head of hair, and sparkling teeth.
We talked about country music in general and The Judds in particular. The conversation flowed smoothly, a good sign that we were hitting it off. Every time lovely June opened her mouth and that sweet Southern drawl spilled out, my dick got a little harder. I began praying that my new friends were swingers. It had been months since my wife had spread her legs for me, and I needed to get laid. I was encouraged when Jerry bluntly said, "I would just love to fuck Naomi Judd." Even more encouraging was June's response. "I wouldn't mind trying her myself." Those were just the kinds of things that swingers would say to get things headed in the right direction.
June excused herself to go to "the little girl's room" and as she walked away my eyes zoomed in on her fine ass. Its size suited her age - bigger than the ideal ass but still mighty fine. I had not really made any attempt to hide my admiration of June's beauty. Jerry had certainly noticed, and didn't seem to have a problem with it.
"I guess you really like my wife's tits and ass, don't you?" he asked. "You can't seem to take your eye's off of them, and that's fine with me. I consider it a compliment when men look at my wife the way you have been looking at her."
We talked about football until June returned, then she segued the conversation to sex. I suspected they were swingers so I wasn't too surprised. I figured we would end up in a motel room with Jerry and I taking turns with her or him watching me fuck her. It didn't turn out quite that way.
"Have you ever sucked a cock, Larry?" June asked.
"No, I never have. I've had blow jobs from men, but I never returned the favor."
"Well, Jerry just loves to have his cock sucked by men, and if you were to suck his, I bet he would let you fuck me. I can see that you want to fuck me. I really like you, too, so I hope you will say yes."
Their routine was so polished that I was sure they had used the same approach before. Later on, they confirmed my suspicion. I had reached the point where I would have done just about anything to fuck June. My cock was really doing my thinking for me. I suppose I had always wondered what it would be like to suck a dick, and now I had the perfect opportunity to try.
"I like you, too, June. I like you both. Sure, I'll give it a try." They were staying at a motel just down the road. I followed them in my car and a few minutes later we were in their room. Jerry poured bourbon highballs and turned on the radio to - you guessed it - a Judds tune.
"Why don't you take off your clothes first," June suggested. I began stripping down in front of two people I had known for only an hour. I peeled off my shirt to reveal a well-developed chest covered with curly hair. By the time I tossed my pants aside, my eight-inch cock was as hard as a hammer handle. Jerry whistled when I pulled my briefs down to reveal my throbbing cock.
