It was Friday night. The bar was right next to the bed and breakfast where I was staying that night. I was driving through – had stopped for the night to catch up with a high school buddy – Brian.
The regulars were all in their place. The pretty waitress was a new hire. Talking up the men. Flirting. She came and sat next to me. I was in a booth. Brian was sitting across.
Pressing herself against me she asked,
“You guys doing ok?”
“Now we are,” I said.
She threw her head back and laughed.
“Busy night?” I asked her.
“Yeah.”
“Like it here?”
“Sure. Get you more of what you are drinkin’?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll be right back.”
Brian and I watched her swaying ass as she walked away.
“Pretty thing,” he said.
“Sure is.”
“How have you been doin’ in that department?” I asked him.
“And what department is that?”
“Women.”
“Married. Have a six year-old.”
“Congratulations. I did get the invite. Sorry couldn’t make it to the wedding – was so immersed in work at the time.”
“That’s ok.”
“How is she?”
Amy’s great!”
“And the kid?”
“A joy all the way.”
“Where did you meet her?”
“I did a project for a big construction company in the city for a couple of years. Met her there.”
“Happy marriage?”
“Yeah. But I’ve had to work for it.”
“What do you mean?”
“Jack, there have been some serious ups and downs in my marriage.”
“I realize that – seven years is a long time.”
“Nah. You would never guess.”
“What kind of things – you mean babysitting and stuff?”
“I like that stuff, man. But my wife’s different.”
“Different?”
He nodded solemnly,
“You really want to know?”
“Sure. Tell me!”
The pretty new waitress was back. She had such sexy tits. Could barely take my eyes off them. She leaned forward so I got a good look at her cleavage. Boobs to die for I tell you. Green eyes. Full lips. Killer smile. I wanted those lips wrapped around my cock while I looked into her eyes.
I sipped my third scotch-on-the-rocks to drown my horniness. Brian started his third long island.
The noise level was high. Everyone was drunk. The music was loud. But I heard most of what he told me that night. The following is his story. I reproduce it as best as I can recall.
When I first Amy she was an all round hottie. Men made passes and hit on her constantly. I was amazed that she stayed loyal to me. We got married early and had Mark after a year.
She adored that kid. Spending hours with him. I worked and kept everything else going. I was happy.
It was a few weeks after our fourth anniversary. I had been sensing some restlessness. But we had settled into a routine.
The baby wasn’t keeping her up nights anymore. We had sex at least once a week. It was good for me anyways. I wouldn’t mind some more. But then who doesn’t?
Then came the shocker. She told me she was not happy in the marriage. That she felt cramped. No freedom. She wanted to “play the field” or “be single”.
I was broken. Here I was never more in love with her. And she was telling me all this. I asked her whether she wanted to separate. She said the excitement had gone out of our marriage - if things didn’t get better we should.
I was devastated. Then it occurred to me – maybe I should ask her how to bring back the excitement. She proposed that she go out on Friday nights and meet men. Flirt and sort of play the field.
Did she want to fuck another man? I asked her. She said maybe. She would have another man’s cock in her. All this after she had told me should would never do that – ever.
So I went along. She started going out Friday nights. I watched her do her nails. Shower and shave. Put on make-up – dress and go out. I know she shaved her pussy – she let me make love to her one night when she returned.
I asked her whether she had sex with anyone. She said not yet. But she was getting close. Then one night I heard voices downstairs.
It was a Friday night and she had gone out as usual. I glanced at the clock – it was Saturday morning. I checked in on Mark – he was sleeping soundly. Then I crept down the stairs.
The living room light was on. And there was a young guy with my wife. He was no more than twenty. Maybe less. But he was tall, well-built and athletic. Handsome too. My exact opposite.
I sank into the shadows and watched. What amazed me was that this young guy was telling Amy what to do. And she was following his instructions.
“Kiss me,” he said.
My wife stood on her toes to kiss him on the lips. Then he went and sat down on the couch.
“Come and sit next to me,” he said.
She did. Then he did the most outrageous thing. He pulled his pants down and took out his cock.
That cock was the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. Not just long but thick. He was hard and bobbing.
“Hold my cock,” he instructed.
Amy wrapped her palm around his cock.
“Oh-oh. That feels good!”
“Anything for you,” she said.
“Sit on my cock.”
My wife was wearing a skirt. She stood up and wiggling her ass dropped her panties. the panty stayed stuck around one ankle.
She sat on the guy’s lap.
“I am sorry – my body – I’ve had a baby and all. Isn’t what it used to be,” she said.
I was amazed - my proud wife apologizing to this young guy about her body.
“I wanna fuck, babe,” he replied.
“Put my cock in,” he ordered.
At that point I was going – please say no – in my mind. Don’t do this Amy. But my wife wanted the fuck.
Deftly she reached down and guided that big thick dick into her pussy. I heard her moan – that cock was filling her pussy. She started moving on top of him.
The guy tore my wife’s shirt buttons. Rough. He pulled out a boob and put his mouth on it. Amy moaned loudly. Then she asked,
“You like my tits?”
“Yeah, babe.”
Squeezing her tit hard, he said,
“Get on your back.”
She got off him and lay down on the couch.
Now he was on top on top of her.
