Michael is released from prison before David can get to his money.
"You! You're the man at the bar," said Dave ignoring Michael to continue his story without missing a beat. "What do you want?"
"I just want to talk to you, I say to her."
"Talk? How dare you! How did you even get it here? Did you break in my house? Get out! Get out of my house! Leave now before I call the sheriff."
"I'm not leaving lady until I get what I want, I say to her."
"I reach out my hand and feel her abundant breast through her nightgown while running my finger across her nipple. She sits motionlessly while looking up at me. Then, as soon as feel her tit and finger her nipple, her nipples make their appearance through her sheer, sexy nightgown. She has those big nipples, that ones that make a noise when releasing them from your lips as if releasing a cork from a bottle. I love women who have big tits and big nipples."
"Please don't. I have money," she said begging me with her eyes before looking down at my hand to watch me feel her breasts and finger her nipples.
Frightened, she doesn't slap my hand or struggle to get away from me. She could have made an end run around me, but not even getting off the bed, she doesn't even try to run from her bedroom to make good her escape. I figure, no doubt, that this broad wants me as much as I want her. Now compelled to oblige her every sexual whim, things are going along perfectly.
"I don't want your money lady, I say testing the waters and now expecting her to bolt. I want you. You're all that I want, I say to her."
"No please don't rape me," she said putting a hand to her mouth as if she's an actress from a silent film before looking at me with sexual lust and a depraved debauchery that I've never known any woman to show on her face before. Obviously, this woman loves having sex. Obviously, this woman is a slut, a bitch, and a whore for not being afraid of me raping and for her allowing me to rape her without so much as putting up a fight.
Just waiting to be taken and just waiting and wanting to be given the fucking of her life, this one is a slut alright. Then, she looks at me with those big, beautiful, brown eyes.
"Don't worry lady, I say with a devious laugh. I'll be gentle."
She looks at me with a face filled with an epiphany as if she's never thought of this one before. Only, I know her game but, instead of rejecting her offer, I willingly go along with it.
"What if I blow you?" She looked at me with sexual excitement. "What if I suck your cock?" She reached out and felt me through my pants. "Would you like for me to suck your cock?" Now as if she's certain that I'm going to take her up on her offer of a blowjob, she's fondling the head of my prick through my pants. "You can even cum in my mouth and I'll swallow," she said staring down at the big bulge my cock made in my pants before looking up at me with those big, beautiful, brown eyes and before running a slow tongue across her red, full lips.
Making it all into an erotic story by weaving him a custom, creative, personal, and salacious tale, after sharing a prison cell together for five, long years, Dave was quite skilled at regurgitating all the things that Mike told him about his wife in a sexual fantasy as if it was all happening in real time.
"Wow! See? What did I tell you? I told you my wife loves sucking cock and would even suck your wrinkled, old, 65-year-old cock," said Michael with a laugh.
"A blowjob? You're volunteering to suck my cock for the sake of me not raping you? Is that it lady?"
"Yes," she said. "I'd rather blow you than fuck you. If I had a choice, I'd rather you stuck your cock in my mouth than in my pussy. Nothing personal, I'm just more particular about who I suck over who I fuck."
"To be honest Mike, in the way that your wife just dismissed me, I didn't know if I should be complimented and sexually excited or insulted and angry. Nonetheless, without having to strip her naked and without having to struggle with her, coerce her, and force her to fuck me, she already said she'd blow me."
"Yeah, sure, lady, you can suck my cock, so long as you allow me to play with your big tits," said Dave ignoring Michael's comments again for the sake of continuing with the sexual fantasy.
"Okay," she said, "but don't touch my nipples. Without any sign of embarrassment or modesty, she removed her nightgown.
"Why can't I touch your nipples Lady? I said while starting to finger, pull, turn, and twist her nipples through her nightgown."
"Because you'll sexually excite me by touching my nipples," she said looking up at me with sexual excitement. "And if you sexually excite me, I'd want to do more than just suck your cock," she said. "If you continued fingering, pulling, turning, and twisting my nipples in the way that you are now, after sucking you, I'd want to fuck you, really fuck you," she said looking down to watch me finger her nipples.
"Being that she didn't slap my hand away, definitely this woman is a wild one, I thought. Setting me up by telling me what she wants, she's just begging me to play with her nipples. No doubt, as her justification to say that I forced her, she wants me to play with nipples so that she can suck my cock before fucking me. She's using me as much as I'm using her."
"Let me tell you Michael, I was so excited that this broad, your wife, was about to not only suck my cock but also fuck me senseless. You're a lucky man to have such a woman in your bed night and day, that is, once you're released from prison. Yes, indeed, you're a lucky son of a bitch to have such a hot woman in your life and I'd give anything, any amount of money, to have such a sexy woman by my side," said Dave.
"Well thank you Dave but back to the story. You stopped at the good part. I can't wait to hear what happens next," said Michael.
"Just as I'm about to unzip myself, I hear the front door squeak open and close with a click and a thud. Quickly, I tie her to the bed with my belt and stick my handkerchief in her mouth, before peeking out her bedroom door. I'm a dangerous convicted felon with an arrest record longer than my arm, don't make a sound, I said or I'll hurt you. I swear, I'll really hurt you."
"Wow, Dave," said Michael. "I bet she was ready to pee her panties, that is if she was wearing any."
"There entering the house is a younger version of the woman. In the way that she's staggering, I figured she had been drinking. In the way that she looked, looking just like her mother, I figure it was her daughter. Wow, a two for one. I haven't had one of those since the time that I raped my mother before raping my sister," said Dave with a laugh.
"Wait," said Michael. You raped your mother and your sister? I'd like to hear that story."
"That's another story for another time," said Dave.
"Sorry for interrupting Dave. Please continue with your story."
"When I thought the mother was hot, the daughter was even hotter. Suddenly, after spending so much of my life in jail playing with myself, my life suddenly took a turn for the better. Thank you Jesus, I said knowing that my good fortune had something to with me reading the Bible lately."
"Oh, my God, this is so hot. This is the first time you've included my sexy, slutty daughter, Julie, in your story. I can't wait to hear what you do to her," said Mike.
"Calm down Mike. It's just a story and I'm just the storyteller. None of this is real," said Dave looking at his friend with disbelief that he was acting so sexually excited.
"Tell me Dave. I really need to know. What happens? Do you have sex with my daughter? Do you have sex with and my wife? Do you have sex with my wife and my daughter? Does my daughter suck your cock in the way that I imagine her sucking my cock? Does my wife suck your cock in the way that I know she's the still the queen of blowjobs? Do you make my daughter go down on my wife and my wife go down on her daughter. This is unfucking unbelievable Dave. You've hit a grand slam homerun with his story," said Michael.
"Calm down Michael," said David. "Give me a chance to tell you what happens."
"Sorry," said Michael. "Please continue."
"Slowly sneaking up on her, I grabbed her from behind, put my hand over her mouth, and dragged her in your wife's bedroom. Being that she was already a little drunk, she was easy to overcome without much of a struggle. I pushed her to the bed, closed the door, and pushed the dresser in front of the door so that neither can escape, unless jumping through the closed window. As soon as I pushed her to the bed, her skirt jumped up to her crotch and her panties were exposed. She made no attempt to cover herself with her hand or to fix her skirt, the little slut."
"Who are you?" The daughter looks up at me with feigned fear. "What do you want with us?"
