This story contains characters from other stories I have written. You don't have to read them to enjoy this one though. This story is about a wife whose husband gets turned on and enjoys when his wife plays outside of their marriage. She only chooses to 'cheat' in this story because she knows it will turn him on. If that's not your thing count this as your warning! I hope you ENJOY!!
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We pulled in and exited the vehicle. Chloe and I had been in the back seat of the car and we had been chatting together about our week. It was a Friday at lunchtime so the little small town restaurant seemed to have a nice steady business, but nothing crazy like the weekends might bring.
Chloe and I were trading in our usual two person rendezvous for a 4-person "double date". It wasn't actually a double date, since I was married, but Chloe was very interested in Greg, a fellow teacher at our school. For some reason Greg's friend Ryan had decided to tagalong so Chloe had convinced me to keep her from being the only girl.
We had decided to come to this little bbq spot in Chloe's and my hometown. It was a little over half an hour away and the food was well worth the trip. It had opened the year after I graduated high school and had been going strong ever since.
I had sat on the driver's side and as I got out I admired Greg from behind. I could see what Chloe saw in him. He was a little on the shorter side, only a couple inches taller than her 5'7". He obviously kept in good shape though and his muscled arms and legs were evident under his t-shirt and jeans.
He turned to say something across the car and I eyed his handsome face. He covered what looked to be a strong jaw with a well-kept full beard. He wore his dark brown hair in a shorter, but stylish haircut. He had deep brown eyes and although it was still springtime his skin sported a nice tan color.
I eyed my friend Chloe as she hung on Greg's words. Her slender frame was clothed in a flattering pair of jean shorts that accentuated her long, also well-tanned legs. Her hair, now styled in a more dirty blonde color, came down about to her shoulders. She topped her outfit with a tight v-neck shirt that clung to her toned stomach and smaller chest. It tastefully showed what little cleavage her 28B breasts had to offer.
As we went to walk into the restaurant I caught Ryan lasciviously eyeing me. I rolled my eyes and groaned inwardly. Ryan was not unattractive physically. He wasn't anything to stop traffic either though, even if that's how he carried himself. He taught in our school as well and somehow was a long time friend of Greg's.
Ryan was the tallest of our group. Standing probably about 6 foot even, not gargantuan by any means. He was in decent shape, not as good as Greg though. He wore a loose fitting polo and cargo shorts. He had blonde hair that he cut close on the sides, but wore longer and to the side on the top.
His clean-shaven face was leering at me as he made a point to hold the door open for us and I was sure he trained his blue eyes on my healthy backside as we entered the restaurant.
I couldn't blame him for staring. I had picked a form fitting, grey t-shirt dress today and I looked damn good in it. It tastefully clung to my 32DD breasts and curves, and it did little to hide my impressively large ass. I am on the thick side, at 140 lbs on a 5'3" frame, but most of that extra weight is in my boobs and butt thankfully. Something this dress had no issue showing off.
We were seated in a booth and Chloe and I sat next to each other, across from Greg and Ryan respectively. Ryan's stares were less overt in our close-knit group and I was able to join the conversation without that on my mind.
Greg was funny and charming and Chloe hung on his every word. I could really see her maybe ending her wild ways to pursue just him and I was pleased for my friend.
Ryan toned down his generally obnoxious behavior and overall it was a pleasant lunch. The service and food were excellent, as they always were at this place and we enjoyed ourselves immensely. As we were finishing eating I noticed an old high school classmate of mine seated alone and I excused myself to go say hi.
"Cailyn? Is that you?"
She looked up and broke into a wide smile. "Cassi! Oh my gosh how are you?" She got up to hug me and we sat down to catch up a little.
Cailyn and I had been fairly good friends in high school, but had grown apart when we went to different colleges. She had gone to play soccer and study at a different university than the one I had chosen. After graduation it turned out she had come back here to help run the business side of the restaurant.
I complimented her on the success of the restaurant and filled her in a little on myself. We chatted some more, our old friendship carrying the conversation when I noticed a flashy ring on her finger. I gestured to it and she broke into a wide grin.
"Wedding is in three months!" she said gleefully.
"Congratulations!" I said. As I did, I heard the tone of my phone from my purse and retrieved it apologetically. It was my husband Matt.
"Speaking of marriage," I showed her the phone and wiggled my own wedding bands at her.
"Take it, we can catch up more later." She smiled at me and I got up to answer the call from Matt.
"Hey honey," I said as I walked towards the bathrooms of the restaurant, away from the other customers. The bathrooms were in a secluded hallway to the left of another hallway that led away from the main dining area of the restaurant.
"Hey baby, just calling you on my lunch break. Maybe save you from some boring conversation and dreamy eye gazing." I laughed at that. Matt's sense of humor never failed to charm me. I had filled him in on my lunch plans and whom they were with.
"No things are going well don't worry." I laughingly shared.
"Well that's good...you know are you around anyone?" I could kind of see where Matt's mind was going and I didn't hate it.
"Nope, I'm all alone baby," I glanced around to ensure that was true.
"Good. Cause I want to tell you how I think we should celebrate our Friday night."
"How's that baby?" I egged him on.
"Well, I'm thinking maybe we should break out your big dildo, maybe try some anal while you use that on your pussy?" His sudden vulgarity caught me a little bit by surprise, but the tingle between my legs told me I didn't mind.
"Mmm, I don't hate that," I wanted him to keep going.
"Let's take it a step further too. I want to blindfold you and we pretend that dildo isn't just a dildo?" My heart quickened.