Authors Note: Though I have remained a huge fan of Literotica, I haven't submitted a story for a few years. I'd love to promise more frequent contributions, however, I won't.
This story involves sex between a married man and two married women. For those of you who visit an erotic story site and click on a Loving Wife story, only to be offended by married cheaters, please pass to the next story. All others...enjoy!
Many thanks to oldnakeddad for his time and effort in making this story much more readable.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.
TSG
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Best Pick-Up Line
It's my first visit to Still Well Brewery, a small craft brewery and tap room, which is located in a bedroom community south of Hartford, CT. I'm standing a few feet back from the bar and I'm focused on the list of beers hanging on the wall.
I direct my statement and question to two women in their forties who are seated at the bar.
"I haven't been to this brewery before. What beers are most popular?"
The women turn toward me and the redhead replies.
"They're best known for their IPA's and all have good reputations. Personally, I like the stouts best."
A cute, young bartender stops in front of us.
"Would you like to sample any of the beers?"
I give her my best smile.
"What's your first name?"
She smiles back and responds.
"Abby."
While looking at the wall-mounted list of beers, I reply.
"Abby, I'm Chris. I don't think I need a sample because the stouts come highly recommended."
My nod indicates the redhead has spoken highly of the beer.
I add.
"I'll have a pour of the Bourbon Barrel-Aged Russian Imperial Stout."
While Abby fills my glass, I extend my hand to the redhead.
"Thanks for the recommendation. I'm Chris."
Red takes my hand, shakes it, and responds.
"It's nice to meet you, Chris. I'm Sue and this is my friend, Tammi."
As I take Tammi's offered hand, Sue asks me.
"Are you from around here?"
"No, I'm not. I'm in town on business for the week, but after hours, I enjoy sampling local craft beers. Still Well has often been mentioned whenever I've asked for a recommendation."
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I'm Chris Harrington, a thirty-one-year-old, professionally-employed man. I'm married and have two young children. I travel extensively for business and enjoy the after-hours hobby of visiting local craft breweries.
Not only do I visit them for great tasting beer, but also...women! I've found that women come to breweries to meet men, too. It doesn't matter if they're single or married, alone or with a dozen girlfriends, fat, thin, old, or young—women come to breweries to meet men and a good percentage come to get fucked.
'I haven't been to this brewery before. What beers are most popular?' has led to some incredible sexual adventures.
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Abby pushes my glass of stout across the bar, and Sue and Tammi turn their bar stools so we form an informal group. I pick up my glass and raise it for a toast.
"It's nice meeting you both. Do you come to Still Well often?"
Our glasses clink together and Tammi tells me.
"Every few weeks, both of our husbands travel out of town. We've come to enjoy the brewery atmosphere, and our kids are fairly independent, so we meet up for a drink."
During the next forty-five minutes, we share normal barroom talk about family, work, and the local beer scene. As the evening approaches seven o'clock, Sue informs us.
"I need to get going so I can pick up Sara from practice."
She looks at Tammi.
"Are you coming?"
Tammi's glass is half full of beer, so she tells her friend.
"I'm going to keep Chris company for a few more minutes and finish my beer."
Sue and Tammi hug and Sue shakes my hand before leaving. I admit, I'm taking a second to admire how her firm, athletic ass bounces as she walks away from the bar.
I sit on Sue's barstool so Tammi and I can continue to talk. Soon our glasses are empty, I ask.
"I'm starved. I haven't eaten since breakfast. Would you care to join me for dinner?"
Tammi lists a number of area restaurants and we settle on a local Thai place, which is only a few miles away. I follow her, park in the spot next to her, and get out of my car. When I notice Tammi is remaining seated in her car, I open her passenger door.
"Is everything all right?"
"I come here all the time with my family. I don't know what I'd say if someone sees us and tells my husband."
I climb into the passenger side.
"What's your favorite dish?"
After learning it's honey shrimp, I pull out my phone, look up the restaurant's number, dial it, place an order of the shrimp (along with Wild Basil Boar) for delivery to my hotel room, and hang up.
"Your dinner date will be a secret now. We can sneak into the hotel through one of the back doors so no one will see you. Sound good?"
Tammi hesitates for a moment.
"Sounds good, but you do remember I'm married?"
I flash her my wedding band instead of directly answering her question.
"How good of a friend is Sue?"
Tammi smiles.
"We don't have any secrets."
"Ok, text her and tell her you're having dinner with me and, because you're afraid of rumors, we ordered take-out to eat in my room. Tell her my room is number two-o-three at the Marriott Residence Inn, just down the street. Now someone you trust will know where you are."
After a few moments of thought, Tammi starts typing into her phone and sends the text. When Sue responds, Tammi laughs as she turns the phone toward me so I can read it.
[Sue] Have fun, slut!
"Chris, I'm not really a slut, but..."
Her words trail off with a shrug.
The drive to my hotel is quick. As a precaution, so we don't run into anyone in the lobby who Tammi might know, I use my room access key to open the door at the end of the building. We climb the stairs to the second floor, quickly enter the room, and as the door clicks shut, Tammi is in my arms and we're kissing.
My arms easily circle her trim, athletic body, and my hands cup her tight, round ass cheeks as our tongues dance together. As Tammi pushes her jean-clad pussy against my thigh and her large, firm tits against my chest, we grunt into each other's mouths.
I move my hands from her ass to the hem of her blouse and lift. As the blouse exposes her flat stomach, Tammi lifts her arms over her head so I can take it completely off and drop it onto the floor. Reaching behind her back, I flick my wrist to open her bra and it joins her blouse.
Tammi's tits are full, surprisingly high, and topped with large areolas and rubbery nipples. We kiss, grind against each other, and allow our hands to roam for a few more minutes before I take Tammi's hand and lead her to the couch.
I plop down onto the middle of the couch and pull Tammi after me. Her legs straddle mine, she leans in, and we kiss again as Tammi's arms circle my neck while my hands explore her body. She moans and groans as I palm her tits, pinch her nipples, and grab her ass.
As I pull my tongue from Tammi's mouth so I can lick and nibble down her cheek and to her neck, she allows her head to roll back to give me complete access to her throat. Moving from left to right, my lips and tongue leave a wet path.
Other than soothing moans, Tammi makes only one comment.
"Please, no marks!"
Moving from her neck to her tits, I give each a workout as I lick, pinch, and palm each firm handful as Tammi's arms circle my head and hold me tight. Her heavy breathing and sexy sounds tell me my actions are being appreciated.
I'm wanting to move along to more pleasurable actions, so I roll Tammi off of my lap and onto her back and leave a trail of my saliva all the way to the top of her jeans as I kiss down from her neck and over her stomach. Her stylish belt is easily unbuckled, as is the button of her jeans. When her zipper is completely open, Tammi lifts her ass off of the couch, which allows me to pull her jeans and tiny, pink thong off in one practiced move.
I'm on the floor and kneeling between Tammi's spread legs. Her left leg is resting along the top of the couch, her head is nestled into the corner of the couch, and she's using her right arm to hook her right leg to pull herself completely open for me.
Tammi is completely bald from the top of her "public" area to her anus. Her clit and pussy are pink and the entire area is dripping wet.
Reaching out with my right hand, I brush my fingertips across her clit and watch as she twitches. I do the same thing to her small, tight anus and she jumps again.
"Hey, Tammi!"
When she looks up with her hooded eyes, I continue.
"I want you to know, I love to eat pussy!"
I smile, dive in, and repeatedly lick her from her clit to her anus and tongue fuck her twat and asshole. Tammi appears to be struggling to have a second climax when I press two fingers into her tight, wet cunt. Tammi explodes as my fingers hit her G-spot and again, a few minutes later, as I continue to finger fuck her and lick her swollen clit.
While eating Tammi, I unfasten my pants and push them, and my underwear, to my knees. When her body tightens and she grunts to the arrival of another orgasm, I pull my fingers from her hungry hole, climb up her body, and sink my throbbing cock into her juicy, well used tunnel.
Tammi's eyes grow wide and she yells.
