This is all about friendship, betrayal and loving wives!
Jenny rolled naked out of bed. I watched her pink full mature ass jiggle as she padded barefoot across the threadbare carpet toward the bathroom. She stopped at the filthy lime green cloth high back chair. In profile, her breasts sagged slightly, her nipples distended. I could see the slight redness where I bit them. She retrieved her black thong, lace half bra, and patterned thigh high stockings. As she reached the bathroom door, she turned to me.
"I'll be ready in just a moment, she smiled!"
I nodded and lay back on the lumpy bed and stared at the grey fly specked ceiling. This had to be the worst of the no tell motels. The paint was peeling from the walls, there was a strong odor of disinfectant and outside the door, diesel truck engines were idling or revving as the drivers entered and left.
In the restaurant, across the parking lot, I knew the "pavement princesses" were propositioning the drivers. I had Jennifer wear the uniform of the day for a truck stop prostitute. A short leather skirt that barely covered her ass, a see through blouse, her lingerie and 5" heels. Jenny was apprehensive that this time I might have her sell herself to one of drivers. I was saving that humiliation for another time.
"I'm ready, she called from the bathroom"
I stood and walked naked to the bathroom. The aftermath of anal sex encrusted my cock. Jenny had licked most of it off, but some remained. I had just spent two hours pounding her pussy and her ass. Now it was time to send her home.
She was kneeling in the shower wearing her bra, panties and stockings. Her blond hair was down, brushing her shoulders. The thick make up I had her wear was mostly gone or smeared on her face.
I stepped to the shower opening, aimed my cock at her face and started pissing. She smiled at me as the golden stream washed her hair, face and breast. She opened her mouth and my stream filled it and overflowed down her chin. Rills of my piss ran over her full breasts. Her nipples were pink and hard.
I shook the last drops off my cock. "Okay, shower and get dressed!"
"Okay darling!" She blew me a kiss.
I heard the shower come on as I walked back into the bedroom. I walked to the window and looked out at her powder blue Mercedes S-Class. The personalized plates said Ron's One. The woman in the shower washing off my piss was the wife of my longtime friend and betrayer, Ron Baker.
I walked back to the bed and laid down staring at the ceiling. It had been a long tortuous path from the fresh face 20something middle level manager to the 51 year old consultant and wife stealer.
***
Ron and I joined the company at the same time. We were the young Turks brought in to pump new blood into the company. By default, we were a team.
He was married to Jennifer. Jenny was a perky 25 year old blue eyed blond. She was apple cheeked and fresh faced. At the time she was a petite 5' 2" or so, maybe 110 pounds and about a 34B to C. She was cute but nothing special.
I was single. I would marry once and that would not last. There were many women in my life but marriage was not on my life horizon. I was not ready for that type of commitment.
As part of the ambition to charge up that corporate ladder, we did a LOT of business travel. It was the nature of the job. One year we peaked at about 90,000 air miles. If you spend that kind of time with someone, you share many confidences.
After his third or fourth drink, Ron loved to talk about him and Jennifer's sex life. She was a virgin when they met. She was a cheerleader and a college senior. He was the captain of the football team. Just like in the old movies, it was inevitable that they began dating. The part they did not show you in the old movies was he took her cherry in the back seat of a Chevy behind the football stadium.
He told me how he introduced her to anal, oral and water sports. Every time I saw this epitome of the corporate wife at various functions, I fantasized about her naked with Ron's cock buried in her ass.
At the many dinners we attended, each time she opened her mouth to take a mouth full of food, I imagined my cock in her mouth. When she took a sip of wine I fantasized, it was my piss filling her mouth. Ron's vivid description of he and Jennifer's sex life enhanced my fantasy sex life and sexualized his wife in my mind.
With hardy laughs, he would confide that she had become multi orgasmic and was pushing him to his limits. He described how she had an extensive toy collection and loved porn, etc., etc., etc. This information came out over the course of many years.
***
About 3 years into the job, we were both up for a major promotion. Our combined efforts turned the company around. Management wanted to reward their rising stars.
Ron got the job. I found out later he had used personal information that we shared to make the case that I should not have the job. I was pissed and more than a little hurt but such is life. You grow stronger, wiser and move on.
He threw a party for his new staff. He treated us to dinner, dancing and an open bar at a very exclusive nightclub. For the first of many times he got sloppy drunk. It fell to Jennifer and me to get the newly anointed corporate titan home.
I had just helped her get him in the house when he threw up all over her. I was shocked and disgusted. She asked me to help get him undressed and in bed while she cleaned up.
Maybe 30 minutes later I am standing in the foyer waiting for her to come down so I could leave. The foyer faced the steps leading upstairs. She came down the steps fumbling with a towel on her wet hair. She was wearing a thigh length, tie in front terry cloth robe. As she came down the steps, the robe pulled back across each thigh in turn, revealing her neatly trimmed hairy pussy! Full firm thighs framed it. They tapered down to shapely calves and ended in dainty feet with her nails painted a light coral.
I as far as I could tell, she was unaware she flashed me. I got a peck on the cheek for helping with Ron.
***
In his new position, he was my boss. He began entertaining his staff extensively at his home and various other venues. On more than one occasion, he drank too much and someone had to help his wife get him home. Because we were "close", it generally fell to me. Many is the night Jennifer and I, feeling no pain ourselves, poured him into their car. I would follow them home and help her get him in the house and to bed.
After one of these dinners, the three of us were drunker than we should be. However, we had to get Ron home. We were helping him into the house when Jenny slipped on the highly polished marble floor. She fell flat of her back, splitting her skirt. Ron hits the floor and Jennifer is sitting there wide legged, her skirt split up the sides and no panties on. I noticed that now she is clean-shaven with a nice clamshell pussy.
At first, she was embarrassed. She tried to lift her hips and pull her skirt down. However, the highly polished floor, her heels and the alcohol made it a Keystone Kops sequence. She would lift her hips, grab the hem of her skirt and then her heels would slip from under her. We both started laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation.
"Ok, ok," she giggled drunkenly, "get a good look then help me up!"
Still laughing, I offer my hand to her. As she tried to stand, I slip and fall on top of her, knocking the wind out of both of us. We lay there a moment, trying to catch our breath. For the briefest of moments, our crotches ground against each other. Then I roll off her to my back and against a snoring Ron. As we lay there, I looked over and saw Jenny's pussy was moist. Whether it was from our exertions or arousal, I did not know.
"Alright, I said, I'll crawl over to that rug and we will try again!"
Jenny nods, her hand over her mouth, trying to suppress giggles. Her eyes are bright, her skirt now split to the waistline. I can see her glistening pussy and the side of one trim hip.
