Every year about this time of year. I get a pile of work dumped on me because I'm the County Administrator. Actually the Deputy County Administrator. But that just means I'm responsible for the lion's share of the work. The powers-that-be do provide me with several secretaries to help make it happen, but I basically have to find all these different federal forms, and fill them out, and see that they all get done properly. And the thing that really sucks that I have to have it all done by the end of the quarter. The forms are necessary for federal reimbursements and grants, meaning money to the county. So, of course the last 3 days of the quarter, I'm working till 9 or 10 every night. It had to be done, and the job fell to me, unfortunately.
My kind and lovely wife Jane, who I have a wonderful relationship with, well, thing was we had made plans to go out on Friday night. Needless to say when I had to cancel our plans, things did not go well. However, my cousin was in town. She's my girl cousin Cora, my aunt Carol's daughter, and she decided that she could take my wife out to her favorite gay bar, being that Cora was gay.
For the males of the species it is very sad that my cousin is batting for the other side. She was raven haired and flawless very white skin with huge tits and a nice fat ass, the kind you want to grab and give a hard squeeze to. Her eyes were dark brown and she always had scarlet lipstick on, truly blood red. She reminded me of Elvira, but she never wore sexy clothes ever, preferring shapeless tops and blue jeans, or sweat pants and ugly sweaters that hid her fabulous tits rather than accented them. She did not like 99% of men. I was not even sure if she liked me, or just tolerated me because I was her big dumb assed cousin, as she described me. She was way gay.
My wife didn't really care, as long as she got to have a few drinks, and got out there on the dance floor. She kind of liked the way she was not going to get groped and mauled by a bunch of horny guys. But instead of being groped by guys, she got groped by a bunch of horny women! Did I mention she is drop dead gorgeous?
My darling wife Jane is a fiery redhead with a very large chest, approximately 46 DD. It looks even bigger because she has a narrow waist, just 24 inches. Whether this was from her working out, which she did almost religiously, or from good genes, I don't know. Her hips flared out and she had a gorgeous bubble butt that she was always trying to lose. Thank God she was unsuccessful! I would squeeze and play with her ass for hours, and she has received so very many compliments over the years that she grudgingly accepts that everyone loves her beautiful behind. She is very sexy and voluptuous, and absolutely the most beautiful woman that ever lived in my eyes.
It would seem that the gay women can't keep their hands off her, any more than the straight men. All I know is when she looks at me with those green eyes of hers, and those lovely puffy lips of hers, I just melt.
So there I was up to my eyeballs in these damn reports, and stupid forms, and I get a phone call from my loving wife. A drunken phone call from my very inebriated wife.
"Jack Darling" oh-oh, here it comes, the only time I am a 'darling' is when she wants something very, very outrageous, or something outrageously expensive. I waited on the pitch.
"Remember last year when we discussed us maybe having a threesome?" She sounded drunk.
"We did discuss it. I told you the fantasy was great, but the reality, not so much. If you are trying to get me to fuck you with another man, I'll be there to pick up my stuff and leave you." I had been crystal clear that was happening over my dead body.
"Calm down, I'm not dragging a guy home. But you said that you were ok with another woman, right?" She was slurring her words quite a bit. Had my wife changed her sexual affiliation? Was she batting for the other team?
"I said, I was not threatened by another woman, and that's all the guy's fantasy, fucking two women. But you never showed even the slightest bit of interest in that type of threeway. Why the questions about it now? Are you thinking of bringing a woman home?" I was not sure what I had heard or if she was going to actually go through with it. I heard giggling and laughing in the background.
"Jack, I met this woman. She is absolutely gorgeous and she's thinking about doing what we're talking about. What do you think? Want to fuck two women tonight?" She definitely sounded three sheets to the wind drunk.
"Is this a trick question?" I asked her back.
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On my way home, I was reflecting on what my drunken wife was really proposing. The thought crossed my mind that this might be a way to force, or at least try to guilt my tacit acceptance of my wife's real objective- to have two or three men fuck her. I am not sure my presence is even required, or desired for that testosterone tryst. If I say yes to two women fucking me, then will I have to say yes to two (or three) men fucking her?... Fuck no. I bristled at the thought of it. No deal. I wondered if my marriage would survive the night, or if I was even in a real marriage. She knew of my feelings, but kept pushing her agenda, pushing boundaries until I pushed back.
I suppose I am a hypocrite, but if she is pulling that type of deal, it will be with her new husband, because I wasn't raised that way. I am not into double dicking in any way shape or form. I guess I'm just a relic of a bygone era. If she pulls this crap I will be gone, gone, gone. I wonder if she even knows I will leave? She lives in the moment, never ever thinking about the ramifications of her own actions. She is a bull in a china shop of my feelings and emotions.
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