Tom watched Michael cross the restaurant. As usual, he wore a snug polo that enhanced his fit physique. “I really need to get back to the gym,” Tom thought to himself as he gave Michael a firm handshake.
“Damn, dude,” Tom said. “What’s it been? Two months?”
“Yeah,” Michael answered as a smile overtook him. “Let’s just say I’ve been busy,” Michael added with air quotes.
“Oh, you dog. You getting some?” Tom asked with his own lecherous smile.
“Well, sir, I took your advice from our last lunch to heart. And, fuck, if it didn’t work like a charm!” Michael laughed.
An attractive red-haired server gave the two men menus and water. As she walked away, both men eyed her up and down.
“You think the carpet matches the drapes?” Tom asked with a wink.
“Ha! Twenty bucks says she’s waxed smooth. Well, never know!” Michael laughed as he gave Tom a fist bump.
“OK. Give me the scoop,” Tom said, his eyes hungry for a story. “Who are you banging?”
“Oh, man. It’s so good. Let me give you the whole story.”
Between ogling the waitress, sipping a couple of lunchtime cocktails, and wolfing down their food, Michael shared the details of his conquest, as Tom sat in rapt attention.
“I had your advice in my head, right? Like, about being on the lookout for signals and then just going for it, and I run into this woman in a coffee shop up in the Heights. I’m visiting a client, and turns out she lives up there.”
“My neck of the woods, actually. We moved a while ago.”
“Oh! Congrats. I didn’t know. Nice up there. Anyway, when they ask for my name, as a joke, I say, ‘Clark Kent.’ The lady behind me laughs. I turn around and check her out.
“She’s pretty hot. She’s fortyish. Dark, shoulder-length hair, and big, crystal blue eyes. She’s in a stylish outfit that shows a lot of cleavage. I remembered what you said about women in their forties being extra horny. I smile at her, and after checking out her tits, I check for a ring. Sure enough, she’s got a serious rock. Used to be I’d assume nothing would happen if a woman were married, but not anymore. Not with your road map.
“So, I get my coffee and I’m halfway out of the store when I hear the barista call, ‘Lois Lane.’ I stop in my tracks and turn around. She’s staring right at me with a devilish smile.
“And, I remember you saying, that if a woman, especially a married woman, does something like that, there’s a high chance she wants to fuck. I circle back, I laugh at her joke, and I invite her to sit down.
“I don’t even remember what we talked about because the whole time we were just staring at each other with absolute lust in our eyes. Finally, I start to say something like, ‘Do you want to get out of here?’ and before I can finish she’s like, ‘Yes!’
“We get in my car and she’s on me. Her hand goes straight to my cock and her tongue is in my mouth. My hands are all over her tits when they aren’t up her skirt.
“She’s like, ‘Drive!’ And, I’m laughing, ‘Where?’
“We end up in a park somewhere. She blows me like I haven’t been blown in years. I mean she’s sucking on it like she’s starving for cum, and believe me, I give it to her.”
“Fuuuck, dude! So hot!” Tom said, nodding with approval.
“Oh, it gets better. She says, ‘My husband is headed out of town for the weekend — some golf thing. My kid will be at a sleepover. I need to get fucked. A lot.’ I take her back to the coffee shop, she writes her number on my hand, and gives me a cum-flavored kiss goodbye.
I then do a dance with my wife and make up some shit about how I have to go into the office over the weekend. I feel guilty, of course, but I am after this hot bitch like I’m a dog, now, you know? I’ve got her scent and I’ve just got to have her.”
“Oh, I know,” Tom says with a smile. “I’m fucking jealous, dude.”
“So, I text her — on my burner like you taught me — and she wants me to meet at her place Saturday afternoon.”
“Oooh. Her place. That’s tricky, dude.”
“Yeah, exactly, I know. I tell her to pick me up at the coffee shop so my car isn’t in her driveway. And, fuck, she does, but guess what she’s wearing when she does?”
“No idea.”
“Nothing, dude. Nothing except a trench coat. She whips it open when I get in the car and I go crazy. I sucked her eraser nipples and fingered her pussy all the way to her house.
“She pulled her Mercedes into the garage, and then, my man, it was ON! I tried to take her right there in her fancy living room, but she was having none of it.
“She was like, I want you to fuck me in my bed. Dude?! Have you ever fucked a woman in her marital bed? Such a fucking turn on…to be whoring out a hottie, knowing her husband will be sleeping in that very spot in a couple of nights.”
“It’s actually one of my rules of what to avoid. Too big a risk.”
“I can see why you would say that, but, fuck it was hot!
“So, we get in the master suite and she is a total tiger. I can’t even get my slacks off before she’s all over my cock. Head, shaft, balls…this lady was hungry! And she is so good. I come close to nutting and I have to push her away.
“I strip out of the rest of my clothes as she watches. She’s lying on the floor, fingers moving like a blur on her clit, licking her lips, and pinching her nipples the whole time. She was on fire!
“I grab her by her hair and practically drag her to their big bed. I spread her legs into a fucking split and then I feast, bro! She’s got this well-trimmed bush with bare lips and I go down on that pussy like I haven’t eaten in weeks.
“And this woman, she’s so orgasmic. She cums like a goddam freight train and arches off the mattress and fucking screams, ‘Fuck yeah, eat my pussy! Make me cum like the slut I am,’ or some shit like that, and I just keep munching!
“Eventually I roll her over. Dude, I’ve never done this before, but I was so turned on, and this chick has such a great round ass, I couldn’t help myself.
“You didn’t?!”
“Oh yeah, I did, bro! I start eating out her perfect ass. And, she goes nuts! She literally pulls me into her and moans like she’s in heaven. ‘Oh my god, you pig! That’s it, eat my ass! You eat it good enough and you can fuck it!’
“Needless to say that was all the encouragement I needed! I shoved a thumb up her cunt and wrapped a knuckle around her clit and just went to town! I didn’t know my tongue could even extend that far! I swear I was French kissing this lady’s ass!”
“Fuck!”
“I know, right? But it paid off. She cums — she fucking squirts, dude — and she twists away from me, all out of breath, and then she points at the nightstand and just says, ‘Lube.’”
“Jesus.”
“I fumble around in there … she’s got a wand and a couple of vibrators … I don’t think the husband fucks her much …and this small bottle of lube. When I finally get the top off, I look over, and she’s on all fours, with her back arched, all sexy, and she says — I swear this is true — ‘Fuck my tight ass and fill it with cum.’
“I’m so hard at this point and so excited, that my hands are trembling and my heart is beating like a goddam bass drum. I work the head in, going all slow and polite, and this hot chick, fuck if she doesn’t just back up on that dick! ‘Fuck me! Fuck my ass! I want it to hurt!’
“So, I’m balls deep within a minute, and we are going at it hard! I’m spanking her ass, and she’s moaning about how good it feels, and how she never gives her husband her ass, and I am just barely holding on. And then, fuck, it happens!”
“What happens?”
“The hot bitch cums, again! I feel her ass contract and see her right leg start to spasm, and she’s, like, not even breathing, like she’s about to fucking black out. I’m out of my mind at this point. I feel like a big-dick pornstar and I pound my way through it until I have the best freaking orgasm of my life!
“I groan like I’ve been stabbed or something and empty my goddam soul into her ass. I collapse on top of her and we cuddle like teenagers until — and you’re not going to believe me — she goes down on me.”
“Holy shit. Nasty. And hot!”
“Fuck yeah! She takes my semi-soft dick, covered in cum and ass, and licks and sucks me until I’m hard again. We made love — yeah, that’s what I said — we made love like we were in a romance novel after that. Slow and sweet. I came in her pussy — I know I broke one of your rules because I never even thought about wearing a condom — and then we took a shower together.”
“Jesus. Well, yeah, you broke a few rules there, bro, but I’m proud of you. Good job.”
The pair finished their lunch. Tom wrote his burner-phone number on the receipt for the hot waitress and they made their way to the parking lot.
As they shook hands, Tom said, “My advice to you is: celebrate your success and move on, now. It’s not going to get better than that hot session, and if you walk away now you won’t get caught.”
“Ugh. I know you are right, but her husband is on a business trip next week. I already booked a hotel near my office so we can fuck during the day while her kid is at school. Again, I know you’re right, but I just have to have one last time with Courtney.”
They gave one another a bro hug and a high five.
Tom put his Beamer in drive and pulled out of the parking lot. It wasn’t until he took the on-ramp to the highway that everything clicked. It hit him like a Mike Tyson cross.
He traced Michael’s story in his mind. “I live in the Heights. My wife’s name is Courtney. She has dark brown hair and beautiful blue eyes. I was out of town playing golf last weekend. Also, fucking the golf cart girl, but that’s beside the point! And… I’ve got a business trip next week.”
Tom’s stomach sank, and his heart started to race. “That cheating, bitch.”
