Note: This story was customized for Ron X. and is based on a long-held fantasy he has about his wife Maureen. Thanks to Ron for generously providing the personal details and other necessary information that made this story possible.
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When the show ended, Ron and Maureen filtered out into the lobby with the rest of the crowd.
"So, what did you think?" He asked.
"I loved it!" She gushed. "Thanks so much for getting tickets." Her rave review came as no surprise to Ron. He knew that
Riverdance
was her favorite musical. It was pure luck that the touring company happened to be in town during the week of their sixteenth anniversary.
Ron checked his watch. "The babysitter is still on the clock for another hour-and-a-half, you want to go have a nightcap before driving back to the 'burbs?"
"Sounds like a plan – we could try that bar down the street." Maureen replied.
She continued chattering about the show as they walked the half-block to the cocktail lounge. Once they were inside, Ron scanned the room for a table. The place was filling up quickly but they managed to snag a nice cozy booth in the back corner. Once they were settled in, a perky young cocktail waitress arrived to take their order.
"A vodka tonic for me and the lady will have a …" Ron looked inquisitively at his wife.
"A Cosmopolitan, please!"
When the waitress left, Ron leaned across the table. "A Cosmopolitan, huh – what exactly is in one of those?"
"I have no idea – but that's what they always order on
Sex in the City
."
He couldn't help but chuckle at her clumsy attempt at sophistication. She looked so adorable sitting across from him. There was something very girlish about the way her long chestnut-brown hair fell down around her shoulders and framed her pretty round freckled face.
He hadn't thought much of the musical but it was well worth sitting though just to see Maureen all dolled-up for a night on the town. She'd gone out and bought herself a new black cocktail dress for the occasion. It was stylish yet nice and snug around her curves and short enough to show some leg. Granted, she'd gained a bit of weight over the past few years, but fortunately those extra few pounds settled mostly in her chest and hips. As far as he was concerned, she looked pretty damn good for a thirty-eight year old housewife with two kids.
"I'm gonna run to the little girls room real quick – don't take off with that waitress while I'm gone," she joked as she grabbed her purse and slid out of the booth.
As Ron watched her trot off, he spotted a young Hispanic busboy checking out her ass on the sly as he cleared a table. The kid smirked, shook his head and muttered something under his breath as Maureen disappeared behind the swinging door to the ladies room.
Ron felt a rush as he watched the scene play out. Seeing other guys leer at Maureen tapped into one of his darker fantasies – the thought of her with
someone else
. Sometimes he imagined double-teaming her with a buddy and other times he fantasized about watching passively as some anonymous stranger fucked her. Whatever the scenario, the idea of his wholesome goody-goody wife being used by another man was always good for a nasty thrill.
When they first met, Maureen was a shy nineteen year-old college sophomore. It wasn't exactly love at first sight, but it was pretty damn close. After their first date, Ron knew that she was the girl he wanted to marry. He didn't even scare off when she told him she didn't believe in pre-marital sex. Compared to the weak-willed sorority sluts he'd been with before she came along, her old-fashioned virtue was refreshing.
Once they were married, the sex wasn't all that great at first. Maureen had all the hang-ups that afflict many Catholic girls. Eventually, she became less inhibited over time and learned to appreciate the pure animal pleasure of a good lusty fuck-session. However, after the birth of their second child eight years ago, the spontaneity and excitement petered out and they settled into a predictable routine – four or five times a month, usually on weekends, and always within the confines of their bedroom.
When the waitress returned, she gave Ron a flirty little smirk. Obviously fishing for a tip, she bent over low enough to give him a clear view of her cleavage when she set the drinks on the table. Ron appreciated the treat but was too occupied with his sordid fantasy about Maureen and the busboy to pay the waitress any mind.
"Did you miss me?" Maureen asked as she slid back into the booth.
"As much as I hate to see you go, I always enjoy watching you walk away."
"Oh Ronald! Were you looking at my butt?"
"I wasn't the only one checking you out."
"Excuse me?" She replied with genuine surprise.
Ron nodded to the far corner where the busboy was wiping down another table. "You see that Mexican kid over there."
She furtively glanced over her shoulder. Her face was beet red when she turned back around. "You're kidding!"
"Oh no I'm not," Ron replied coolly. "He was staring at your ass so hard I thought it would burn a hole through your dress."
"Oh stop!" Maureen waved him off. She feigned embarrassment but Ron knew she was eating it up. She was just as vain and insecure as any woman.
"A toast – to the sweetest ass in western Pennsylvania!" Ron announced and raised his glass.
Maureen rolled her eyes as they clinked glasses.
She made a sour face as she took a dainty sip of the Cosmo." Wow – these things pack quite a kick. It wouldn't take many of these to make me do something I might regret," she said with a wink.
"Well then – drink up babe because I'm counting on something special this evening."
Ron wasn't kidding. A recent conversation with her about their sex life was forefront on his mind. Maureen broached the subject shortly after hearing the news that her younger sister Tara's husband was leaving her for another woman. The poor girl hadn't seen it coming. When pressed, Tara's soon-to-be ex confessed that the affair was sparked by a general lack of passion in the bedroom. The news had shaken Maureen and led her to wonder about the state of her own marriage. Ron assured her that he was very happy with her but admitted to being a little frustrated by the lack of excitement in their bedroom. By the end of the conversation, Maureen had promised that she would "
try to be more daring in the sex department,"
as she put it.
Ron hadn't given the conversation much thought, but the following Friday he came home to a very nice surprise. Maureen greeted him at the door in a lacy black negligee holding a martini glass. The lights were dimmed, there was smooth jazz on the stereo, and the kids had been sent to her mother's for the evening. Initially, Ron thought her little seductress act was a bit corny but he was grateful to see her making an effort. He would find out just how serious she was when he cornered her in the kitchen. She didn't offer any objections at all when he bent her over the sink, pulled down her panties, and ravaged her juicy little twat.
"Are you my little whore," he sneered as he pounded her relentlessly. When she didn't respond, he repeated the question again – only louder. Much to his delight, she screamed back an answer.
"OH YES – OH YES! I'M YOUR LITTLE WHORE! I'M YOUR FILTHY LITTLE WHORE!"
Ron found Maureen's unexpectedly slutty response thrilling. She had never been very vocal during sex. While she did her fair share of moaning and grunting, it was rare to hear her utter anything other than the occasional –
"ooh yeah…ooh yeah."
Hearing his wholesome wife calling herself a
whore
had really pushed his buttons and resulted in the most memorable fuck session they'd had in years.
He was thinking of that evening as he sat across from her in the bar. It was time to find out just how far she was willing to go. He slid around to her side of the booth and slipped a hand up under her skirt.
