It was 10:30 AM when I pulled up to the house where Connie had stopped to pick up her lover. I walked up to the door and rang the bell. A few moments later, a young man answered the door, saying, "Can I help you?"
"Yes, is Billy available?"
"You're talking to him, what can I do for you?"
I sized him up quickly, yeah, this was him alright. I wanted to get the full story, so I said, "Well, it's a matter of some importance that I'd like to discuss with you, in private."
"Okay, sure, the house is kinda crowded right now, there's a coffee place two blocks down, how about if we get a coffee and you can tell me what's on your mind?"
I was happy to do so, and he hopped into the car, and we went the 2 blocks. After getting hot steaming mugs of Ethiopian Yirgacheffe coffee, we took a booth away from the other tables, and he asked, "So what is this all about?"
"Well, it concerns the fact that last night, I saw you fucking my wife at the Sky Vue motel. So hot, you fucked her against the door of Room 110, my wife was acting like a rutting animal in heat, before you even got into the room."
His face had gone white, and he said, "She's married?"
His face seemed to have a genuine surprise, oh damn, he didn't know.
He continued, "I met her at school, I was a student at the time, that was almost a year ago when I was 18, and she was a Teacher's assistant in my Economics class. Since we only knew her as Ms, not Miss or Mrs, I didn't give much thought as to whether she was married or not. After school, she asked me to stay and help her out. Helping her out meant fucking her in the classroom, on the teacher's desk, god, I thought my cock had died and gone to heaven when she was spread out on the desk, my cock pinning her down."
I ran that over in my mind, yes it matched the tailing off of my sex life.
He continued, "After that first time, she always wanted to go to the Sky Vue motel, and we'd fuck like crazy. Something about being in a cheap, seedy motel, and cheating on you, although I didn't know she was married to you, really make her wild in bed, she'd pounce on me like a lioness on a gazelle. She was so hungry, so eager for fucking, she wouldn't let me go until I'd blown a load into her mouth, her pussy, and her ass. As you saw last night, she was so hungry for it last night that we didn't even get in the room until I'd blown a load into her pussy."
That answered the question in my mind, of why she had been so hungry for it last night. Still revved up from her three-hole fucking at the Sky Vue, she'd gotten a look at my cock, and all the horny, illicit thrills ran through her body, and I was the cock that she vented them on. If she came home that horny after each motel date, since I was doped out of action, I was willing to bet that her vibrator and her dildo got a lot of use after she got home.
I wanted to hear it all and asked how often.
"Well, two to three times a week, she was always horny, I just thought she wasn't getting any sex of any kind and was just venting her built up needs on me, not that I was complaining."
He fell silent, and then asked, "So what happens now?"
"Well, first off, no more fucking her. I should be the only one that gets to fuck Connie's married cunt, her married mouth, and her married ass. You need to find some girl your own age, she's 35!"
He gasped, "35? Jeez, I thought she was 25 at the most, she looks so young!"
"Yeah, she's always been young looking. She had to show me her driver's license when we first started dating, I thought she was some jailbait!"
"Ok, hands off your wife, it's just hard to find a girl my own age. They all seem to be either stuck up, or snobby, or ball busting bitches. Where's the dazzling beauty, I wonder?"
"I may have exactly what you're looking for, my 18-year-old niece, Brittany. She's about 5'8", 135 pounds, red hair, blue eyes, she's really a knock-out. She's a natural redhead too, two weeks ago at a pool party at her parent's house, she gave me a quick look at her tight little pussy, after I'd flirted with her about whether she was a real redhead, and she is."
"That sounds nice, but how do I meet her?"
I smiled, took out my cell phone, and dialed her number.
"Brittany, hello."