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KAT MEWSINGSΒ©
This time it works
"... He's a magic man."
Kathy's voice sang out silkily as she finished her karaoke version of Heart's 'Magic Man'.
She sings it to me regularly. It is a little thing we have between us. We sing a song and the other knows for certain the song is being sung to them.
Kathy is my wife, life partner and best friend. My sole goal in our marriage is to make her happy and feeling loved. Let me describe her a little to you.
She is a beautiful blond whose petite 5'3" body stands ramrod straight. Her squared and firm shoulders hide the fact that she is nearly 47 years old. My eyes devour her image as she glides back to our table and begins to sit down.
Imagine Cher, Jodie Foster and Dido all rolled into one body. With a perfectly triangulated face, pert 36c breasts, gumdrop nipples, prairie flat stomach and tear drop shaped ass, she makes a striking figure. Not may women in their 20s look as good as she does. Let me tell you, she looks DAMN good β coming or going.
Of course I prefer it when she is cumming. I am the luckiest of men, and I know it.
We were looking for fun and the bar had an electrified atmosphere that night. It seemed to be a cross between a 60's beat nick bar and a cigarette testing room. It was hot and smoky with a dash of musky sexuality. The crowd pressed into the room so tight I was certain the fire marshal was going to show up and make about half of us leave.
Kathy morphed into her chair, pulled a cigarette out of her pack, lit it, took a drag and sighed out, "Phew, it's hot in here."
The smoke lazily drifted upward until it was brutally transected by the ceiling fan. Her eyes danced and sparkled with the floor lights. Dropping her head into her chin and staring directly at me she said,
"Want to show me some of that magic in a little bit?" quickly followed by, "I don't think I can handle much more of this heat."
I was about to answer when from behind Kathy I heard a mans voice,
"Mike?"
"Rog - Roger Eastland!" I exclaimed.
"What are you doing this far from home?"
"Guard crap, you know how it is." Roger shot back.
Roger was a Colonel in the National Guard. I was a Chief with a large fire department in the area. We had worked closely together β for about 6 months - to develop training protocols, for the state's emergency responders, to Billy bad guy attacks.
"Roger, this is Kathy β my wife."
"Kathy this is the insufferable prick from the Army I told you about" I chided.
Roger and I had struck up a really good friendship and genuine respect for each other. We had become a pretty formidable team driving the sessions along. Our respect for each other was strong and our friendship had become even stronger yet. We both struck imposing and intimidating statures when together. With me at 6 foot tall, about 220 pounds and a 50 inch chest and Roger at 6 foot 2 inches and 230 and square jawed, not many people argued with us.
Kathy stated she needed to go to the restroom and excused herself. Her form fitting pants hugging her ass cheeks as she flitted away from the table. To Roger, she probably seemed a bit cold but I noticed a sparkle in her eye as she rose from her chair.
"Geesh," Roger hissed while admiring her hips swing side to side, "She is gorgeous!" "You did not exaggerate about her, she is spectacular."
"I told you." I said flatly. "Did you expect to see Ma Kettle when you arrived?"
"I got here early," Roger explained. "I was so turned on by the possibility of getting laid I couldn't take the chance of this place getting full."
Yes, we had planned all this. I had set Kathy up to be hit on and seduced by this good looking man. Her previous adventure with that moron Randy Salinski had demoralized her and left her feeling very unattractive. You know how women get when the guy can't keep it up no matter what she does to them. But more than that, he just did not treat her with respect.
I had been after Kathy to try the swinging lifestyle and had offered to let her have another man join us to 'break the ice,' so to speak. Randy had hit on Kathy about a year earlier and he really turned her on. It had been about 6 months since we had the conversation about having another guy join us in a three way. I was floored when she said he had rubbed himself all over her on the dance floor and it had turned her on.
"You still want me to take on another guy?" she had asked me.
I jumped at it and we rented a hotel room to play in. Once there, Kathy had quickly gotten his pants off, given him her best blowjob, pulled him on top of her and he pressed his nice 8 inch cock into her. Where it promptly withered into oblivion and looked like some poor excuse of a morel mushroom. We tried three more times to make it happen. Suffice it to say, it was not a good thing. It really made her feel unexciting. She blamed herself that she could not keep this man hard enough β long enough to even ejaculate. I was certain the hope of ever sharing the sexual excitement of someone else joining us died that night.
That had been two years earlier.
Roger and I had discussed all this previously and he assured me right then and there β as her sweater covered breasts swayed slightly as she walked toward us β that would not be a problem for him.
Roger stood and slid Kathy's chair out for her to sit in.
"Thank you," Kathy said, "It is nice to meet a gentleman."
Gentleman my ass, I thought. He was really scoping her ass out as she sat. I smiled as I saw her relax with his old school tactics.
A few drinks later, and a lot of laughing at my complete destruction of Elton John's 'Blue Eyes,' had us all acting like we had known each other since childhood. There was a noticeable spark that was fostering our new friendship.
Roger was a perfect gentleman for the evening. Although he flirted and lazily let his hand touch her arm and occasionally her thigh, he never made any overt attempts to make her feel like he was there for anything sexual.
"Hey, I have to be down your way tomorrow, want to get together for lunch?" Roger interjected as we left the bar.
"I can't," I said, "I have meetings all day tomorrow."
Roger acted disappointed for a few moments then quickly tossed out, "How about you Kathy, would you like a lunch date for tomorrow?"
"So we can get to know each other a little better?" Kat flatly queried.
I wondered where he was going with this when she happily said.
"Sure, I'd love to."
"What?"
My mind raced.
"I just said I had meetings and could not make it."
"Now dear," Kathy scolded. "Don't be a spoil sport; we are perfectly capable of eating without you." The door had closed on my response.
We parted ways with Roger and me shaking hands, but Kathy was giving him a big hug and saying how nice it was to meet him.
Once we were in the car and about a mile toward home Kathy pointedly poked my ribs.
"You rotten bastard, you set me up to get fucked by him didn't you?"
I was flinching from the sharp pain in my ribs. "NO!" I retorted.
"I know you Mike and you have been pestering me about getting past Randy." "Tell me the truth."
One thing about Kathy, she has a way of saying things that simply dissolve that force field I put up when I try to pull a fast one on her. Chuckling, I admitted I had.
"Are you angry at me?" I asked.
"I was when I first realized what was up but, he is a really nice guy and besides, he has a nice ass." She said smiling to disarm my fears.
"So you want to go to lunch with him tomorrow?" I queried.
"YUP!" she almost chirped. "I am not going to just jump in bed with him; I want to get to know him first."
I called Roger and explained what had transpired on the way home and they agreed to meet for lunch at 11:30. I was sulking because I really wanted to be there, but I had to work.
My hopes of just showing up on them were dashed when my meeting held over the next day through lunch. My mind was on their lunch date and not on listening to the political ranting and jockeying of the people in my group. I was thinking I could still get away and possibly catch them where they met before they left.
At 1 o'clock I was almost to the pub where they met. Pulling into the parking lot I saw Roger and Kathy standing between their cars. I pulled into a parking spot that afforded me a good view to see how things were going.
"Kathy is wearing a short skirt!!!" I nearly shouted to myself. "She never wears a skirt." Her killer legs were on display intentionally, I knew that she was rolling with the idea. She was flirting.
Roger leaned into her and she raised her arms to wrap around his neck. "Oh My God!" they are kissing!
I sat bolt upright in my seat and openly stared at them.
"That is not just a friendly kiss." I surmised.
Kathy broke and turned to get in the car. Her door closed and rolled the window down. Roger leaned in the car and it was obvious, the kiss was passionate and his left arm slid inside the car.
I watched as Kathy's head lolled back into the seat, her mouth opened and I could hear her moaning. Just as quickly, he unceremoniously kissed her, turned on his heels and got in his truck and left. All before I really knew what was happening.
Her cell phone rang and she answered it. "Hello." her voice was throaty with lust.
"I am just about there; I got out of the meeting early." I lied,
"Are you guys still eating?"
"No, Roger just left." she answered.
I started the car and drove around toward the entrance so it looked like I just arrived.
"I'll be right there."
Pulling up beside her I asked how her lunch went.
"I want to fuck him silly." was her answer.
"Whoa!!!" I said. "Who are you and what have you done with my wife?"
Kathy chuckled, "Hey, it was your idea, remember?"
"So, uh, well.... Did you plan a time?" I stammered.
"It would have been today if you had gotten here in time." She said. "I knew last night I wanted to fuck him that is why I wore the skirt I have on. "
"So you could entice him with your legs?" I asked.