Jim and I were work buddies on a construction project. Our work often took us away from our respective homes for several weeks at a time. One night as we were sitting around the hotel lobby drinking some beer, I mentioned that we both were lucky in that we had very understanding wives.
Jim took in a deep breath and then forcefully exhaled.
“Yes, we do,” he said as he took a sip from his beer.
I sensed some anxiety in his answer as he dragged out his ‘yes’.
“You and your wife should drop by one day,” he mused.
I was hesitant, because I knew Jim very well. There probably wasn’t a woman safe within one hundred miles of him if he had his eyes set on her. We had been to several strip clubs and I had been forced to take a cab back to the hotel, way to many times, because Jim had a set a ‘watchful eye’ on some young stripper.
I haphazardly committed to stopping by and getting to know Jim’s ‘better half’, who probably didn’t have a clue about Jim’s wandering eyes.
As Jim dropped me off at the house on a Friday night, after a two week stunt out of town, he asked if Mary, my wife, and I would drop by on Saturday afternoon. I told him I’d check with Mary and let him know.
“The beer is on me,” he boastfully replied.
I told Jim that I’d call him.
I completely forgot about his offer until Saturday afternoon when the phone rang and Jim asked me what time we’d be by. I really didn’t want to go by, but I knew that if I didn’t, I’d catch hell about it on Monday at work.
I told Mary that I had been summoned into the office to review some work plans and while she wasn’t happy about me working on a Saturday after being gone for a couple of weeks, she understood. So I hopped in the truck and headed over to meet Jim and his wife, Sonia.
I casually knocked on the front door at Jim’s house and a very beautiful young girl, about twenty-five or so, opened the door and greeted me. She was barefoot and casually attired in some very sexy cut-off shorts and a very tight-fitting, form-showing, t-shirt with the word ‘Sexy’ emblazoned across it. I took a deep breath and asked for Jim.
Sonia’s eyes brightened when she realized I was Jim’s work buddy. She reached out and grabbed my arm and pulled me into the house.
“Oh wow!” Sonia exclaimed as she closed the door behind me. I was equally surprised, because she was astonishingly beautiful and sexy as hell.
“Hey Jim!” She called out, to alert him that I was present. Sonia lopped her arm under mine and ushered me into the living room.
“That fucker is probably watching TV and not even paying any attention,” she exclaimed as she motioned for me to take up a seat on the couch. “Can I get you a beer?”
“Sure,” I dutifully replied, taking up a seat on the couch and looking around the living room. Within seconds, Sonia was back with two beers in hand, one for me, and one for herself. She plopped down on the couch, right next to where I was seated, as she handed me my beer.
“Where’s your wife?” Sonia pressed after taking a sip from her beer.
“She couldn’t make it,” I said apologetically. Sonia slipped her hand on to my leg and after squeezing it, she opined, while proffering a wink,
“That’s fine, we can still have a good time.”
Sonia’s very overt come-on to me was enticing as hell. I asked about Jim.
“That mother,” Sonia replied, “I don’t know how to handle him. He comes in from two weeks on the road and then totally ignores me. It’s so fucked up.”
“Hey, Mother Fucker!” Sonia yelled out.
“Be right there,” Jim replied from a room down the hall.
“You better hurry up before I start fucking your friend,” Sonia yelled back.
Jim quickly appeared at that point. “Fuck him,” Jim said. “He probably needs a good fuck.”
I was used to salty language in the field at construction sites, but this took some getting use to.
Jim and I exchanged ‘high fives’ as he walked past where I Sonia and I were seated on the couch. Jim looked at his wife and asked,
“Where’s my beer?”
“In the frig,” Sonia replied. Jim looked at Sonia, his eyes brows raised.
“I’m entertaining our guest,” she quickly shot back. Jim silently sauntered into the kitchen for his beer, as Sonia, once again proffering a wink and smile, and a head nod, took another sip from her beer.
“Bring us another,” Sonia shouted towards the kitchen. Jim returned with three beers in hand. Sonia slipped her beer between her legs and took the extra beers from Jim. Jim took up a seat across from the couch.
“Where’s your wife?” Jim asked.
I explained that she couldn’t come and again, apologized for being a loner.
“No biggie,” Jim replied. “Three’s fine.”
“I gotta hear this story,” I started. “How did you guys meet?”
“She was a stripper,” Jim said.
“That’s not true!” Sonia quickly replied, interrupting Jim. “He was working at a strip club and I rescued him from himself.”
I looked at Jim to gage his reaction. I didn’t know who to believe so I jokingly asked if they met at a church camp.
“Now that’s funny!” Jim replied. Sonia laughed as well, saying Jim ,“Probably wouldn’t know a church, even if he built it.”
Sonia excused herself, saying she wanted to fix some snacks for us. She squeezed my thigh and said, “Hold on to that thought.”
Jim and I watched as she strolled off to the kitchen. “So, what do you think?” Jim asked as soon as Sonia was out of ear shot.
“Nice girl,” I replied. “Sexy as hell.”
Jim smiled and replied, “I know.”
I took a sip from my beer.
“I think she wants to fuck you,” Jim intoned.
I didn’t know what to say, except, “Hey dude, that your wife!”
“I know,” Jim replied. “But if she wants to fuck you, that’s okay with me. It won’t change anything between us.”
I was floored.
“We have an open marriage,” Jim disclosed. “She knows that I fuck around, but as long as I bring in a paycheck, and come home on a regular basis, she doesn’t care. I’ve told her pretty much the dame thing. She can do whatever she wants, so long as I know about it.”
I was stunned. I looked past Jim and towards the kitchen where Sonia was busy putting together some type of snacks for us. She looked up and offered another very pronounced wink in my direction and then she placed a lone finger over her pursed lips.
I quickly downed the rest of my second beer, trying to process things.
“Dude,” Jim declared, “Just have fun. She’s a bit wild, but trust me, she’s as fine a piece of ass as you’ll ever get.”
Jim sat his beer bottle on the table beside the chair where he was situated.
“I’m going to finish up a video game I like,” he said. “You are on your own.”
And just like that, he wandered off and down the hallway, leaving me all alone with my thoughts.
Sonia stepped back into the living room, and over to where I was still seated on the couch, a snack tray in hand. She unceremoniously plopped back on to the couch right next to me, setting the snack tray on to my lap. She quickly noticed we were alone.
“Hey, mother fucker!” she called out, turning her head towards to hallway. “I’m going to fuck your friend!”
Her declaration was met with silence. Sonia flipped her long black hair back over her shoulder and proffered another wink in my direction.
“I think we have been abandoned,” I told her.
“Fine,” she declared, taking the snack tray from my lap and setting it on the end table. Turning towards me, she bit down on her lower lip and then she unabashedly asked, “Do you find me sexy?”
“Well, duh,” I replied.
Sonia slipped her hand back on to my upper thigh. “If I said I found you incredibly sexy, would that offend you?” she asked.
“Not in the least,” I replied.
Sonia rubbed a lone finger across my leg, biting down on her lip as she tried to decide her next step. I slipped my hand on to hers and asked her if she would be offended, if I would kiss her.
“Please kiss me,” she whispered. “I need a good kiss.”
As our lips touched, she parted hers and slipped her devilish tongue into my mouth.
Oh my God! I was not prepared for the rush of passion that followed. Holy Cow!
Sonia’s hand quickly found its way to the bulge that had formed in my pants. I placed my hand on top of hers.
“Jim is right down the hall,” I whispered.
“So what?” Sonia shot back. “He doesn’t care. He doesn’t call the shots. I do.”
She then quickly repositioned herself on the couch, hopping on to my lap, straddling my legs, and facing me, her hands on my broad shoulders, her womanhood settling down on to my manhood. She silently looked at me for a few seconds, and then asked if I was okay with how things were progressing. I certainly had no complaints.
We continued to kiss for the longest time. I slipped my hands up under her t-shirt and on to her soft and supple sides. She took in a deep breath and then exhaled, pushing herself into me, her 36 C-cup braless breasts pressing against me. Then she leaned back, placing her hands on to my legs, looking forlornly at me. I could easily see how very turned on she had become, with her nipples hardening, against the tightness of her t-shirt.
“Fuck me,” she pleaded softly.
I reached out and with both of my hands, I gently massaged Sonia’s breasts though the fabric of her t-shirt. Her eye lids fluttered. She closed her eyes, as I gently continued my breast massage. After a few minutes of teasing, she crossed her arms and pulled her t-shirt off, tossing it to the side, fully exposing herself to me. Her nipples stood strong and erect on top of her all-natural globes, with darkened areolas. I ran the tip of my pointer finger over her nipples, as she lowered her head, in silence.
“Very nice,” I remarked, as I fingered her nips. She hummed her approval and watched as I slipped my hands on to her boobs, gently squeezing them.
“Maybe we should use the bedroom,” I whispered.
“No,” Sonia replied. “That’s off limits. Whatever we need to do, we have do it right here.”
She then slipped from off my lap and on to the floor and between my spread legs. She didn’t waste any time in going for her prize. I was a bit surprised by her cavalier attitude and the possibility of us being caught by Jim, who was only a few steps away in a game room, playing videos.
My worries were soon allayed as Sonia took my tool in hand and started a wonderful blow job.
Jesus!
I was about to explode when Sonia decided it was time to take things to a different level. She stood up in front of me, spiraled around and proceeded to slowly peel her daisy duke cut-offs down her gloriously well-tanned and toned legs, all while looking back at me to judge my reaction.
Whoa!
She slowly peeled out of both her cut-offs and her small pink lace panties, at the same time. My eyes were glued to her shaved snatch and her tiny starfish. She gingerly stepped from her garments and then she re-launched herself back on to my lap, dry humping my erection.
I quickly stripped out of my shirt. Sonia helped to strip me of my jeans and my bikini briefs.
She then backed her sweet little ass up to my lap. Reaching back to feel for my tool, she proceeded to guide me into her very wet pussy. She was a tight fit, at first, but then as we settled into a rhythmical motion, my tool buried deep inside of her pussy, she loosened up quite a bit. She gripped my legs as she rocked back and forth on my lap, my eight and half inch tool buried deep inside of her. She stopped for only a brief second, to catch her breath and to look back at me, while proffering a wink and smile, as I held on to her hips.
Then, she leaned back against me, and whispered in my ear, “Fuck me like you own me.”
Damn.
We ended up the floor, the both of us, with her on top of me, riding me like a horse, as she ground herself against me. Her long black hair covered her angelic face. I knew at that point there would be no more holding back.
“I’m going to cum,” I warned.
“Yesssss!” Sonia cried out.
As soon as I exploded inside of her, she collapsed forward and on top of me, digging her fingernails into my shoulder blades, shaking and convulsing. We both lay there, fused together in sweat, passion and lust, simply enjoying the moment, and wishing for it to never end.
I don’t know how long we lay there, but hearing Jim getting ice from the kitchen icemaker startled both of us. We quickly jumped up and threw on our clothes. Jim sauntered into the living room, a drink in one hand and a sandwich in another.
“Is anyone hungry?” he asked as he took up a seat in the Barcalounger.
I looked at Sonia as she looked at me and then back at Jim. How could he possibly not know?
“I think I could use a sandwich,” Sonia replied, standing up and turning towards the kitchen.
“Do you need any help?” I asked.
“Sure,” she replied. I dutifully followed her into the kitchen, leaving Jim to himself, his thoughts, his sandwich and his drink and the unmistakable smells of sex that permeated the room.
“Do you think he caught us?” I asked Sonia as she rummaged through the refrigerator.
“I don’t care if he did,” she replied. “I needed that.”
I helped Sonia make some sandwiches for the two of us, and then we headed back to the living room.
Jim had finished up his sandwich and turned on the television. I looked at Sonia and she proffered another very pronounced wink, as she took up a seat on the couch. I sat down in a chair opposite of Sonia and smiled. She headnodded back at me and proffered a second wink. Meanwhile, Jim was focused solely on the baseball game on the television. Sonia rolled her eyes.
I chuckled out loud. The three of us settled into watching the game. At the seventh inning stretch, I politely excused myself. Sonia walked me to the front door, as Jim remained camped out in the living room. I got a nice kiss on the cheek and an invite to revisit, which I plan to do as soon as possible.
The rest of that weekend was a blur.
On Monday, Jim picked me up so we could go look at a construction site about an hour outside of Dallas where our company was headquartered.
As we tooled along the Interstate, Jim casually asked if I had a good visit and a good time on Saturday. I assured him I had a very good time and kidded him about how very sexy Sonia was.
“Yeah,” Jim replied, “She a good fuck.”
I nodded my head in agreement.
Jim pushed his cowboy hat back on his head. He looked at his watch.
“We have some free time,” Jim remarked. “Do you want to hit the strip club in town?”
“As long as you don’t leave me stranded,” I dutifully replied, politely and indiscreetly reminding him of our last trip to a strip club.
Jim smiled.
“If I do,” he replied, “Just call Sonia. We’re only an hour out of Dallas and I’m sure she’ll probably be glad to pick you up.”
I closed my eyes and silently hoped for the best.
