Ok, I’ll admit it… I am a cock hound. A dog. My Daddy use to say I’d fuck a woodpile if I thought there was a snake in it. Maybe that’s why I still deal a little pot all these years after I know I shouldn’t be. Maybe that’s why I fucked up my last marriage. Maybe the sun will come up tomorrow…
I live in a neighborhood they use to call middle class. Its lower middle class now, anywhere USA. I have the standard three - two with a garage that has two bicycles, a half-rebuilt T Bird and the minimum amount of yard tools to keep the neighbors happy.
(Okay, the kid next door mows my lawn.) My first wife left me when she caught me on the down stroke with Cindy, one of her friends that lived down the street. Now I know what you’re thinking and I’m here to tell you it wasn’t like that. Cindy wanted to get even when she caught her husband fooling around and I just happened to be the guy she was using as her tool of revenge. What can I say? She showed up at my front door in a halter and shorts after the then Mrs. had trotted her ass off to work and as they say, the rest is history. Cin patched things up with her husband after admitting to her “affair’, my now ex found a “nice guy” and I lost better than half of everything I owned plus three teeth on the left side of my face.
My current wife is Mary Ramero Gidding Stewart. I have two kids, one from each of her previous marriages. The boys are five and eight. She’s twenty-six (you do the math) and I’m a bit older at thirty-three. All in all, life is pretty good.
I first met Mary when I was busy getting my life back together. She was good looking with long auburn hair, fair skin and big brown come fuck me eyes. With her tight little body and great tits, I fell in lust immediately. It turned out Mary liked her pot and I liked the way she sucked cock so after six weeks, she and her two boys moved in with me. I love those kids! Stephen is the oldest and if he had blue eyes, would look a lot more like me than his father. And Alex is something else.
Damn…
Like I was saying, we moved in with each other and became one big happy family. Mary seldom said no when I patted her on the ass and she was living in a nice house with a guy that loved playing Daddy. We’d go shopping together; I’d buy the cute little outfits that advertised how lucky I was and she’d wear them. I moved up the ladder buying pounds instead of the occasional quarter because Mary made sure we always needed more.
Got to love that Girl.
But like I confessed earlier, I am a cock hound. After six months of living together and two years of marriage, I guess you could say I was getting restless. Surprisingly, that turned out to be no big deal, hence this story I’m about to share.
As I climbed the ladder, (so to speak) in the marijuana business, I got to be pretty good friends with Al. Al was my dealer and a pretty rough guy. You had to be in his business. One evening after we had settled our business on some top-notch bud, we got to talking about women in general and then Mary in particular. I told him about getting a little restless.
“How long you two been together?”
Al didn’t use the word marriage. He was smarter than I was and learned his lesson the first time around.
“Getting close to three years.”
He nodded his head.
“A long time, even with a sweet piece that looks like her. You need to liven things up a little.”
“And?”
“I stumbled over some X the other day; interested?”
I wasn’t. I’d already tried some ecstasy and didn’t like it. It effected me like what use to be sold in high school as acid. I’d get touchy feely and then no hard on. Definitely not my thing, so I told him that. He shook his head and smiled.
“Not for you ass hole.”
“Mary won’t go for it.”
Al just shook his head, reached in his pocket and took out a silver pillbox. Taking one small pill, he wrapped it in the cellophane off his cigarette pack and handed it to me.
“Be romantic, take her out clubbing and get that into her a couple of hours before you head home. You’ll love it.”
“She’ll know.”
“Take her to Todd’s. If she figures it out, play stupid. Any one could have done her in.”
The smile on his face reminded me why I never wanted to fuck with him. I put the gift in my pocket and we tried to finish the sample he had rolled.
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I got the chance to try Al’s suggestion the following week. Both boys were going with Alex’s father for the weekend and Mary had been hinting she’d like a night out. I of course agreed, suggesting dinner and Todd’s. I knew she was excited when I saw the outfit she was wearing after shooing me out of the bedroom while she got ready. The black leather skirt I had gotten her when we celebrated our first anniversary hugged her hips a little tighter and the dark green silk blouse was opened a bit more than usual. She looked great.
We had dinner at Nino’s, a quiet little romantic place fairly close to Todd’s. A small table in the back made it easy for me to do what I had in mind. She surprised me when she didn’t object to having a margarita before dinner. Mary seldom drank. After the drinks arrived and we ordered dinner, she excused herself to go to the bathroom. It was done well before she got back.
We took our time getting to Todd’s, burning another one on the way. By the time I paid the cover, she was pretty buzzed. The place was starting to get crowded, but Mary had no trouble finding a place on the second floor that wrapped around the dance floor below. The guys that had the table were a little surprised when I found her with our drinks in my hand. The music was kinda loud so conversation was limited. I split my time looking at the women below and watching one of the guys doing his best to chat Mary up. I might have gotten pissed when she kept leaning in to hear what he had to say if her hand hadn’t been rubbing my thigh the whole time we were there.
Somewhere between my first and her second drink, he asked her to dance. She leaned over and asked me, giving my cock a little squeeze, so I nodded. She was smiling at me as he led down the stairs her and onto the dance floor.
The next ten minutes seemed a lot longer. I always liked to see men look at my women and Mary was no exception, but this guy was a little to free with his hands. After the third time he had a good hold on her ass, I was ready to go down and have a little chat with the son of a bitch. If she hadn’t taken that hand of his and started leading him back towards the stairs, I might have. I was still a little pissed when they got back, but when they did, she wrapped her arms around me and gave a kiss like I hadn’t had in a real long time. After that, she stood standing next to me with her hand on my shoulder as she quickly finished her second drink. The guy wasted no time flagging down some short skirt and ordering another. Mary pressed against me, her tongue snaking over the edge of my ear.
“Wait until I get you home.”
The wet tip stabbed inside a few times.
“Thank you for not getting jealous.”
She tugged on the lobe before turning to face the guy and laying her head on my shoulder. When I looked at the guy and his friend, they were taking turns talking into each other’s ear. His friend glanced at me before shaking his head and moving away. The guy leaned across the table and tried to say thanks for letting him dance with my Lady. At least that’s what I thought I heard. He got a lot closer to Mary for a minute before she was back at my ear telling me she was going to dance again. What could I say? Those big, brown, dilated eyes were making promises like the months before we were married.
The short skirt arrived as they were heading back to the dance floor. I ordered another bourbon, telling her to put it on his tab. She smiled and hurried away.
This time they ended up near the middle of the dance floor. Everybody was so close there; Mary wasn’t much more than a head and the occasional raised arms. Now I wasn’t sure how I felt. I knew he was probably doing a lot more than looking. I also knew she had made it very clear she was mine. While I liked her to tease a little, she was never to happy flashing any one when I asked her too let alone let another guy touch her. It wondered how much farther the X would let her go. I didn’t have to wait long. I saw her guys’ friend edging through the crowded dance floor and get right behind Mary. Now she was dancing between both of them. Then the one behind her pressed against her as his hands disappeared between them. It took a minute or two, but Mary turned around, saw who it was and pushed his friend away. She started moving off the dance floor when her guy grabbed her arm. I was half way to the stairs when the gorilla that collected our cover charge stepped between them. He had her guy gone by the time Mary got back to the table. She moved between my legs and put my hands around her waist. I eased forward on the stool, pressing against her back and found her ear.
“You ok?”
She nodded as she leaned her head back onto my shoulder.
“Can we go now?”
I squeezed her tight, finding her hand before I eased her away from the table. We were still holding hands when the cool night air washed over our faces. Things were quiet until we were almost to the car.
“I-I’m sorry David.”
I squeezed her hand.
“For what?”
“For what happened in there.”
I stepped ahead and opened her door.
“What happened?”
She stopped and kissed me hard before slipping inside. Closing it, I hurried into the other side and got us rolling pretty quick. Her hand settled on my thigh.
“You weren’t jealous?”
I almost told her the truth, that I really wasn’t sure how I felt. Looking was one thing; a guy with his hands everywhere was something else.
“I knew you were coming home with me.”
She looked at me and smiled, her hand moving into my lap.
“I seem to remember I made a little promise.”
I smiled and swooshed the tip of her nose with my finger. Her mouth moved to the side of my neck as her fingers moved up and down my expanding best friend.
