Lately, my wife and I had been really horny. I had picked up some XXX videos and we spent a few nights watching them in bed, with each night ending in some pretty wild sexual escapades. Our sex life has always been great. We are both uninhibited and our lovemaking sessions rarely score below an eight on a scale of one to ten. What can I say? We love each other wholeheartedly and we lust for each other to the same degree. She is incredibly sexy. Men of all ages constantly hit on her, which is fine by me.
Rose is 27 years old, stands five feet three inches and weighs a well-proportioned 120 pounds. She has beautiful porcelain skin, smooth all over and a terrific world-class ass. She measures out at a curvaceous 34-23-36 and has a naturally sexy appearance; from her beautiful sultry brown eyes to her soft sensuous moderately full lips, which I love to see wrapped around my dick. I’m 41 and carry 200 pounds on my 6’2” frame. My hair is black and curly with a touch of gray. We are both attractive and make a good-looking couple.
Although we have both been faithful in our five years together, we have talked about a variety of fantasies and engage in a wide range of sexual activities with each other. I travel a lot, so when I come in on the weekends, we like to go out. Typically, we like to do things on the spur of the moment, whether it be eating out at a restaurant or dropping in on some live music. To be honest, we have fun doing anything together, which doesn’t happen to often, given our children’s demands of our time.
One Friday night I was flying in from LA about 7:30. I had been gone for a longer than normal 10 day period. Both of us were looking forward to spending some time together in the privacy of our own bedroom. As I waited outside the terminal for my family to arrive, I thought about the time we would spend alone tonight, after the kids went to sleep. Would it be a soft, slow romantic interlude or a wild and crazy sex-starved affair? Knowing us both very well, I knew already that it would be the latter and I couldn’t wait. I can’t tell you what a great feeling it is to love and lust for someone so much and for it to be reciprocated.
My wife honked the horn and pulled me from my thoughts. I loaded my luggage in the hatch of our SUV and jumped in the front seat. Immediately we embraced and kissed deeply for a few seconds. “Mmmmm. I guess you really missed me.”, she said.
“You know it! Hey, where are the kids?”
“I gotta babysitter.”
“You’re kidding? What time do we have to be back?”
“She said she’d stay as late as 3am.”
“Holy shit! You are unbelievable!”
“Honey, I just gotta get away from the kids for awhile. I want to get crazy with you tonight.”
“Baby, you know I have no problem with that! Where are we going?”
“I don’t know yet. Are you hungry or did you eat already?”
“I ate a snack at the airport in LA. How about you?”
“I had dinner with the kids earlier.”
“Well, let’s go find a club or something, then.”
“Okay.”
We headed downtown and talked about different things. She looked totally hot, as usual. She had on a black skirt about mid thigh and a white button up men’s style shirt. I could see her lacy bra beneath the thin material. To top it off, she was wearing a pair of sexy black open-toed heels that had “fuck me” written all over them. Her shirt was buttoned just barely above the front clasp of her bra and I was getting a hard on as we spoke. She could tell I was checking her out and loving every minute of it.
“Don’t get any ideas handsome. You’ll get all the pussy you want before the night is over. So keep your hands to yourself.” Of course, she tells me this as she is reapplying slut red lipstick to accentuate her sexy mouth at a traffic light. I wasn’t gonna argue with her. I knew there would be some great sex tonight.
We went to a little bar and had a few drinks and listened to some poor excuse of a musician. With a little buzz going we decided to leave, when we smelled the wonderful aroma of a fine cannabis. I looked over my shoulder and noticed two guys and one girl that had just walked in. It was obvious that they had just smoked a joint or two as the gust of cold winter wind that rushed in with them carried the unmistakable scent. I looked at Rose and she looked at me, knowing what I was thinking. “Rose, I’m gonna go and ask them if we can buy a joint off of them.”
“Cool. I’ll order a couple of more drinks.”
I approached the trio. One dude was about my height but about fifty pounds heavier, with a thick build and biceps as big as my thighs. He looked to be in his mid forties, ruggedly handsome, with a black bandana wrapped over his head and his gray unruly hair falling out from underneath the doo-rag. He had on a white long-sleeve t-shirt and a black leather vest. My guess was that he had a Harley sitting outside. The other guy was tall and lean, about six-four, he was with the girl. She was one fine piece of ass, built like a brick shit house. Her hair was straight, dark and black. Her eyes were an intense blue and she had on biker boots and jeans like her two friends.
“Excuse me.”
The big guy turned and looked at me as his friend was ordering their drinks at the bar.
“Hey, what can I do for you?”