This is a true story – with the names changed of course.
First, let me describe my wife Marie. She's late 20's but still gets carded for a pack of smokes. She's got an angel innocent face and a body built for anything you can throw at it. She's 5'6', 120 lbs, with broad shoulders, 36B breasts and a flat tummy that leads you to the tightest little pussy and ass that you'll ever find. Dressed up or down, she's the type of girl that walks into a crowded bar and causes a murmur to fill the room with people asking each other 'is that someone famous?' cause she's just got that look. And yes, in case you're wondering, she's Wife 2.0 for yours truly. I guess 'trophy wife' fits the bill as I'm 10 yrs her senior.
Friday night started out like many others. I had lined up a dinner with some business acquaintances in town for the week. Some of the other local guys were supposed to show with their wives but cancelled at the last minute, so it ended up as just me, Marie and the two guys from out of town. After a nice, polite dinner we headed to a local pub for some drinks. The guys started to loosen up around Marie and finally put their business manners away and started to have some fun. They mentioned that they had wanted to see some brass pole action, but hadn't had a chance all week. They were pretty happy to find out that Marie loves Gentlemen's Clubs as much as any guy they'd ever met. I was all for it as usual, looking forward to watching her tease these poor unsuspecting guys with her normal antics. They had no idea what they were in for.
Once at the club, it was table dances, drinks, more table dances, and the three of us watching Marie stuff more than a few strippers' phone numbers into her purse. She got some very personal attention from one girl in particular. I thought the other guys eyes were coming out of their heads as they watched her lip-lock with this beauty while sitting on my lap. She told me earlier in the evening that she thought one of the guys was 'doable' to use her term, but I was sticking to my rule of no mixing with business partners. So after all that teasing and fun with the girls for a night, we arrived home around 2 am, neither of us ready for sleep.
I suggested that she call our neighbor James and invite him over. She had fucked him a few times previously, but always without my knowledge – or so he thought. James is a late 20's 'old fashioned' single guy who lives behind us. I say old fashioned because he would never be comfortable in an MFM situation, or even doing a married woman if her husband knew about it. But, he has no problem helping married women get what they need from a young single guy, as long as it's a secret.
She said he'd never go for that. Plus, she said, it's 2am and he's fast asleep. That's when I came up with Plan B. I said that she should just call him and tell him that we just got back from the bar, I was passed out and she was horny and see what happens. At first, she was hesitant, saying that he usually worked on Saturday mornings and would have to get up in a few hours. She also said she was sure he'd say no. I reminded her that, first off, no guy with a pulse has ever said 'No' to her for anything in her life and secondly, that if he said no I would take her on a shopping spree the next day to east the pain of rejection. That put a smile on her face and she had the phone in her hand in no time!
Her side of the conversation went like this:
"Hi, it's me, did I wake you?"
(him mumbling something)
"Well, I was just wondering if you're doing anything at the moment" (big grin on her face)
(him mumbling something)
"Well, we just got back from a night out and Mark" (that's me) "drank too much. He's passed out cold and I'm horny, can I come over?"
(him mumbling something, her smiling into the phone)
"Yes I'm serious – Ok – Yup"
