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I hadn't been to Jimmer's for more than a month but there I was sitting at the bar at two o'clock on a Wednesday afternoon talking to Jim Lucia, the owner of Jimmer's Bar and Grill. Jimmer's is the bar I had been stopping at after work at least once a week since I had started working at Dyson's Electronics twelve years earlier. During that time Jim and I had become pretty good friends.
Jim had asked me why I hadn't been in recently and why I was there in the middle of the afternoon when I should be at work. I asked him if he wanted the long version or short one.
"Start with the long version," Jim said. "If the story gets boring I'll ask you to switch over to the short version."
"I'll try to keep it from getting too boring," I said. "Of course you know Fred Lydon."
"Yes. Mr. Wonderful." Jim said. "He still comes in here but not as often as he used to. I think he wore out his welcome with the women that come in here."
"I guess you can only fish in a small pond for so long before all the fish are gone," I said. "Anyway this story really started when I met Fred. That was in 1992. I had just started working at Dyson's and Fred was my first friend. Fred is the one who started me on the bad habit of coming here almost every night."
"That wasn't a bad habit," Jim said. "It was a welcome routine to help you unwind after a hard days work."
I laughed and said, "Well, whatever it is, Fred started it."
That afternoon I told Jim the story I am about to relate to you.
It was less than a month after I started at Dyson's and Fred and I were sitting in Jimmer's one evening having a drink. The place was just starting to fill up when two very attractive women came in. They looked to be a few years older than us but that didn't matter to Fred. When he saw the women he looked at me with his smarmy smile.
"Check that out," he said. "Looks like I am going to get laid tonight."
I wasn't interested in looking for one-night stands with older women. I just wanted to have a couple of drinks before I went home to my apartment so I just sat and watched as Fred approached the two women and started talking to them and managed to get himself invited to join them.
Some more Dyson employees arrived and I joined them at a large table. It was about an hour later that I saw Fred leave with one of the women. As they walked by the table I noticed that the woman was wearing a wedding ring.
Later when I was leaving Jimmer's I saw Fred sitting in the back seat of his car. At first it appeared that he was by himself but when I got closer I could see that the woman that he had picked up in the bar was bent over in the back seat giving Fred a blow-job.
I had to laugh to myself. That was the first time I had seen Fred in action. I didn't think Fred was really serious when he said he was going to get laid that night but there he was receiving sexual favors from a married woman in the back seat of his car.
The next evening Fred and I were again sitting in Jimmer's having a beer and I asked him how he knew he would be able to score with the two women from the previous evening.
"I knew because they were two married women out in a bar without their husbands. I was sure at least one of them would be looking for some action," he said. "That's why I like picking up married women rather than single women."
"Why?"
Single women are always looking for Mr. Right and are mostly interested in long term relationships," he said. "They very seldom put out on the first date. When you find a married woman out without her husband she is probably looking for some excitement and it doesn't take very long to find out if they are interested in having a little extramarital fun. In my experience if you get a married woman to leave with you, she wants to have sex."
That was the day I formed my low opinion of Fred Lydon.
It was a couple of months later that I met Susan. She worked in the accounting department at Dyson's and I was in sales. Susan was tall and blond with beautiful blue eyes and I was hooked from the moment I met her. We dated several times before we had sex and that came with some serious strings attached.
It happened one night after I took Susan on a very romantic date. Flowers, dinner, dancing and a moonlight walk. I did the whole bit and then we went back to Susan's apartment.
We sat down on her sofa and began necking. We were both pretty aroused when Susan stopped me from sliding my hand up under her skirt.
"You know I like you very much and I am tempted to say I love you but I think it's too soon for that," Susan said. "I know we are both ready for this next step but for me making love to someone requires a commitment. If we are going to go any farther with this relationship I have to know that you will not be dating other woman. I need you to understand that I will have zero tolerance for any infidelity on your part. I will not be unfaithful to you and I expect the same from you. If you ever decide that you need or want another woman just know that it means we are through. I would rather you just break up with me than to find out you had been sneaking around behind my back."
I was so horny at that moment I would have committed to anything so that I could make love to her but the fact that I was already in love with her made it even easier. I had no problem committing to her that I would always be faithful.
After I promised, Susan placed my right hand back on her thigh and then put both of her arms around my neck. We began kissing again and I moved my fingers to the inside of her thigh and started sliding my hand up under her skirt. The farther I moved my hand up between her legs the more passionate Susan's kisses became. By the time I pressed my fingers against the warm damp crotch of her panties, Susan was attacking my throat with her tongue.
When I slipped my fingers inside her panties and brushed them lightly over her vulva, Susan moaned and then she sucked my tongue into her mouth. I began trying to open her shirt with my left hand but I wasn't having much success so I had to give up teasing her hot sex and use both hands to remove Susan's shirt. When I had all of the buttons undone Susan leaned forward so that I could slip her top off her shoulders and remove it completely.
I planted little kisses all over Susan's neck and slowly worked my way down to the small bit of her breasts that were exposed above her bra. I kissed and licked the soft skin as I pulled the top of her bra down just enough to expose her nipples. When I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth Susan let her head fall back against the back of her sofa. She was breathing hard and making funny little sounds in the back of her throat.
I continued to suck on her nipples as I reached around her to unhook her bra. I have never been very good at dealing with bras but Susan didn't seem to care. She seemed to be enjoying what I was doing with my mouth and was oblivious to everything else. After a few minutes of fumbling with it I finally got her bra unhooked and remove it. Susan's breasts were beautiful. Their shape was perfect and they stood up proudly. For the next fifteen minutes I made love to Susan's breasts while at the same time I moved my right hand back under her skirt and up into her panties.
When I touched the soft lips of Susan's sex I found that they were wet and slippery. I ran my fingers all around her excited entrance spreading her sexual lubricant all over my fingers and her pussy.
