Bobby and Heather Abbott got married right after college and have been married 17 years. Bobby has a slight build at 165 lbs and 5'-9". He works out regularly and keeps himself in top shape. He has an average penis of 5 inches. His job is a high-level operations auditor for a large construction firm; he hobnobs with top management at HQ but also travels a lot to various company locations.
Heather is a trim 120 lbs and 5'-5". She too works out and has maintained the same striking body she had in college. She has high cheekbones, long flowing auburn hair and deep green eyes. Her waist is a svelte 23 inches with 34-inch hips atop long shapely legs. Her breasts are a prominent 36D. Her 38 years easily pass for 23. While her overall look draws much attention, her breasts draw stares and drools. She modeled some in earlier years and now stays active in local volunteer groups and raising her high school senior daughter.
They are very much in love. The sex may have tapered off slightly but that is from 10-12 times a week when the first were married. Bobby still goes gaga seeing his luscious wife and she in turn loves being ravished by her virile husband. He helps all he can around the house and working with their daughter, a striking auburn-haired girl in her own right. Heather never complains about his work and in fact supports him and his career every way she can. This will soon lead to trouble.
School had just let out for the summer and the Abbotts were busy setting up the long-planned trip for their graduate daughter, Shawn. She would be spending most of the summer with her grandparents at the shore, and was very excited about it. Bobby and Heather were looking forward to a house all to themselves where they could lose all inhibitions and do whatever, wherever, whenever they wanted. They put Shawn in a cab to take her to the airport, waved lovingly as she drove away, and went back inside where Bobby threw Heather on the kitchen table, raised her short skirt, ripped off her bikini panties and laid his 5-1/2-inch dick into her with no fanfare like a man possessed. She responded, "Oooo, Bobby. Give it to me. Give it to me, baby," followed by, "Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" in time with his thrusts.
He pounded her for 10 minutes. He came just as she had her second orgasm. "This is the start of a very fine summer," he cooed. She enthusiastically nodded agreement. Maybe because of the newness of the situation, but, uncharacteristically, after the first lay on the table they got naked, and between Shawn's 2pm departure and bedtime that day Heather gave him two blowjobs and they screwed two more times. They drank their dinner. They fell asleep in a spoon with his hand on a tit and her hand wrapped around his dick.
Bobby's company was having a summer dinner for management this Saturday. It was not a formal affair but good dress was called for. The company rented a country club clubhouse for the evening. There would be a few short speeches but mostly it would be many hours of good food, drink, music, billiards, swimming for some, conversation, and dancing into the next morning.
Heather looked fantastic. She wore her tight little black mini dress cut seven inches above the knee, a plunging neckline with a red pushup bra that showed off her ample breasts. She had little makeup (she didn't need much), her hair flowed, her eyes sparkled, and she flowed like water as she strode in her five-inch red heels. She was easily the most striking woman in the clubhouse, and the thirty or so men extended their obligatory greeting with Bobby many times over, engaging both Bobby and Heather in animated conversation. Bobby was very pleased and Heather was happy she was doing all she could to help her husband's career. She was not bothered in the least if some of that "help" involved her breasts being ogled. In fact she rather liked the attention.
The dinner party was alive. Bobby and Heather freely mingled and conversed. They danced with each other and with others. Heather played a game of pool with Bobby's boss, the president of the company, Mike. She danced shoeless but wore her heels at pool and was quite a sight to behold bending far over the table to set up a shot, her skirt rising near her buttocks and exposing her red bikini panties, and the top of her breasts pretty much out in the open. Everyone made sure Heather's glass was never empty. As the party wore on Bobby mingled and Heather entertained a group of panting men that surrounded her everywhere.
Boss Mike invited her to play some more pool. It was approaching 2am when he asked her again. "Why, Mike? I've beat you twice already," she asked in a coquettish voice.
"Win or lose, you're such a pleasure to watch, my dear," he answered. "And I think Bobby would approve of my looking."
She finished her fifth extra dry martini and giggled, "Probably," and lollopped unsteady in her heels to the billiards room, Mike right behind enjoying the view.
Mike's shots seldom found the pocket but the queue ball ended up in the middle of the table. Almost every shot Heather took required her to stretch her body unnaturally across the table. Once, as she was stretched out and ready to shoot, Mike whispered in her ear, "Yes. You are really fun to watch. Ya know that?" She again giggled and finished the shot. When the game was over they checked the club.
It was now 3am and only a third of the partygoers remained, mostly feeling no pain. Some husband and wife couples were dancing slow and close with active hands, others doing some heavy kissing. Some men were getting quite friendly with other guys' wives. Some wives got their skirts quietly raised almost to their waist as they talked in hushed tones. Bobby was blotto with his head resting on the table.
Thirty minutes earlier Mike gave Heather her sixth martini; surprisingly she seemed awake and lively despite her trouble standing up. Mike challenged her to down her sixth martini and to another round of pool. Her fifth martini was working its magic. "You jes wanna watch me stretch on the table," she slurred.
"Yes, but you stretch so good," the still mostly sober Mike replied. "And watching you hold a cue out at arm's length gives me naughty ideas," he replied with a wink.
"Yur a dirty ole man," she chuckled. "Gimme a cue stick."
