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We had been talking about it for a while. Not seriously of course, just like “dirty talk,” while we laid in bed. It was a sort of foreplay. He would stroke my body and I would purr for a while and then start to talk about it.

My fantasy had always been two men. For years that was my go-to dirty talk get worked up and ready for sex spiel. I guess it got old or something because I started to notice he didn’t react the same way to it. It was like he got pissed. He didn’t say anything. He wouldn’t stop petting me. He just didn’t pet me the same way. He would stop paying attention and just pet the same couple of inches over and over.

That was when I changed it up. It helped that we had a dirty movie on. I had never really thought about being with a woman other than to say, a few years ago when the song was popular, that I wasn’t going to kiss a girl and if I did, I wasn’t going to like it. The woman on the screen was being made love to by both a man and a woman and I guess that was what made it acceptable. She was sucking a cock as a hotter than shit brunette went down on her. I watched, described what was happening, and put myself into it, “Oh, I have his cock so deep in my throat with her tongue on my clitty!” I purred. He stopped petting me and moved down between my legs and pressed his tongue to me.

“Go slow,” I told him softly. I stopped talking and just let my head roll the idea around for a while. It wasn’t my husband licking my clitty, it was a woman.

I had opened Pandora’s box.

It became all I could think about.

It brought a whole new dimension to my trips to the gym. I found myself fantasizing about the Zumba Instructor and her long skinny legs. I found myself wondering about the stout little blonde that did the weight machines on Mondays and Wednesdays. I even thought about the older woman who dressed up to work out going so far as to wear makeup to the gym. She was probably close to sixty. I imagined she would know what she was doing.

I didn’t think Mike had noticed. I was wrong of course. He notices everything. I am far from a neglected wife. He watches me, he listens to me, he notices.

We were just at a Chilis. It was stupid. It was a Sunday evening and we were waiting for our son to get done at youth group. We slipped in to have a beer and an appetizer. It turned into two.

“Yours are better,” he said suddenly out of nowhere. I had to look up at him. He was smiling at me gently.

“That’s nice of you,”I told him, “But no, they aren’t.”

“Sure they are. Hers are all push up bra and low cut top. Your’s would look that good without any help.

“Would?” I asked him. “Why don’t they.”

“I’m sure they do, and an hour from now I plan to spend a good long time admiring them. They are just kind of hidden in that sweater.

The next day I dressed the same way I always did and as I passed the mirror, I heard his voice from the night before and thought about it. I went back into my closet and found a top with a plunging neckline. I went to my dresser and found a bra that added a cup size rather than strapped the girls down. I looked at myself in the mirror. Not bad for an old broad.

Over the course of the week, I sorted through all my clothes. I boxed up the oversized sweaters and moved the tighter clothes to the front.

Mike appreciated the change. He was a whole other level of affectionate. That Thursday he caught me fresh out of the shower and drug me to lunch. It was fun. We had a couple of beers and were whispering quietly about the naughty things we could get up to before our song got home from school that evening.

And then he busted me again.

The bartender’s name is Maggie. She is a short little thing with red curly hair. She has an immense chest and no ass.

She delivered each of us a third beer. It was way more than I ever drink in the afternoon.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked me.


“Liar.” He smiled at me in that way he does. “You are thinking about her perfect breasts.

“Mmm,” I replied.

“Are you thinking about sucking them?” he was whispering. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. I stared at her neck.

“Nuh-huh,” I mumbled.

“Tell me.”

“Pinching,” I whispered back.


I felt my excitement between my legs.

“I want to kiss her neck.”

“It is a nice neck.”

“And pull her hair,” I whispered.

“She has great hair.”

“While she cums.”

“Are you going to make her cum?”

“Mmmm,” I couldn’t speak.

“Are you going to finger her?”

“Mmmm!” I was nearly growling.

“Or are you going to eat her sweet little pussy?”


I hated myself for wondering if it was shaved. I wondered if it was shaved bald like mine, or if she kept a little bush, just because it was ginger.

“I’d need to be stoned?”

“Just to relax you. You are such a good little fuck toy when you are stoned.”

“Mmmmm.” I gripped his thigh.

“Maggie?” he said suddenly, his voice was back to full volume. “It’s Maggie, right?”

“Uh yeah,” she escort eyüp replied. “You need another one?”

“We just have a quick question,” he said. She wandered down and stood in front of us. I tried not to stare but I couldn’t help it. Her flesh was pale and lightly freckled. I imagined her soft belly. I imagined running my cheeks along with her flawless, youthful, hairless skin. “So… this is awkward because we have never asked this sort of thing before…” My heart raced. He couldn’t possibly just say it, could he? “But a friend of ours once told us, that if you were in a new city or something, and were looking to score, just some weed is all, that the best person to ask is a bartender.”

“Ha!” she laughed at him. She wasn’t mean about it, just amused. “No, all we serve is booze.”

“No – no,” he said. I didn’t mean that you might sell it, I think she just meant that bartenders knew who did sell it. Like a busboy or someone.”

“Oh,” she said. Fuck she had the thinnest little pink lips. “Well yeah. There is a kid at the Italian place next door. That’s where I get mine.”

“See? Bartenders know all.” My husband replied. He pulled out his wallet, produced a twenty, and pushed it across the bar to her.”

“Okay,” she said. She poured him another beer and handed it to him and then slipped through a door and was gone.

“I can’t believe you did that!” I said.

“We still have time before Benji gets home.”

“Will you lick me?” I whispered to him.


“All night?”

“As long as you want… and then a little while longer.”


We were sitting and drinking silently when the little redhead reappeared. She looked left and right, at three thirty in the afternoon we were the only ones there. She produced two little baggies. “These two are just normal,” she said. “Indica I think. This one though, it’s like a blend. He calls them ‘fuck sticks’,” she explained.

“Well, thank you. I didn’t mean for you to go buy it.” Mike said.

“What was the twenty for?”

“Just a tip, like, for the information.

“Oh!” she said, giggling a little.

She left us alone for a while and we drank in silence.

“What are you thinking about?” I asked him when it was too quiet for too long.

“Watching you.”

“Watching me what?”

“Watching you fuck the brains out of our hot little bartender,” he said. he kissed my neck.

“Could you… just watch?” I asked. Sobriety washed over me. I don’t know if I was scared or jealous or what.

“If that’s what you want me to do.”

“I don’t think I could watch you… with her I mean.”

“It’s not about me,” he said.


“It’s about you. I want to watch you. I want to watch you get off while she goes down on you.

“Mmmm.” I moaned, the sobriety was knocked away and I was thinking about it again.

“I want to watch you get her off. There is nothing like making a woman come.”

“Mmmmm.” I actually closed my eyes. “would it make you happy… to watch me… go down on her.”

“Oh yeah.”

“Would it make you hard?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Would you jack off while you watch me?”

“I wouldn’t have to. I would come just watching you.”

“Then I could lick it off.” I didn’t really care what I was licking his cum off of but really, her tits were probably the best bet. I imagined her giant tits covered in his salty cum. “Do you think they are real?” I asked.

“I think you should find out,” he said.

“We need to get home right now. I need you to lick me right now!” I purred at him. I reached between his legs and grabbed his cock through his jeans. He was hard. “And then fuck me.”

“I’ll pay.” He said. He pulled out a credit card and sat it on the bar.

It took a few minutes for her to come back. She apologized. She was trying to get her shit done so she could get out of there she explained. She scurried off with his card. I watched her little round ass walk away.

I could do it… If I was stoned.

She was standing in front of us as he signed the check. I was staring. Mike, on the other hand, was plotting.

“So you are about done for the day?” he asked.


“So I know, this is going to sound like a line but… Well, it is a line… What time do you get off.”

“That is definitely a line. I get it most days. Not usually while the guy’s wife is sitting right here though.”

“I’m sorry,” Mike apologized. “I didn’t mean to be rude. My lovely wife though, she… she can’t take her eyes off of you. We have never done anything like this before. I guess we will have to work on it.”

“Never?” the woman asked.

I shook my head. I couldn’t speak.

“Seriously?” she seemed to be daring me.

“Seriously,” I replied.

“I’m off at four. I’ll probably be done about 4:30. I can meet you next door. I’m not allowed to drink here after my shift.”

“Damn,” Mike said. “Our rotten little kid gets home at five.”

“How old is he?”

“12,” Mike said. It was like plans were being made. It was a lot to take in. escort fındıkzade I took a long swallow of beer and realized I had barely touched it. “He’s fine alone for a few hours. Prefers it really. it just means that if things went well…”

“Meet me next door at 4:30. We can have a quick one and then go back to my place and split one of those J’s.”

“Are you serious?” I blurted out, incredulous.

“It doesn’t hurt to have a quick drink,” she replied. She took my hand in both of hers. Her hands were tiny, her fingers thin. I had very dirty thoughts about her fingers.

We crossed the parking lot. I suggested we should smoke. When he pulled out the pack of cigarettes I shook my head and told him I meant the other ones. “Just a couple of hits.” We walked deep into the parking lot and behind the little shack that rented kayaks, he lit the joint. Just a couple of hits I repeated. I pushed it to three and he licked his fingers to press it out. It was a strong sort of stinky marijuana and I was paranoid about the smell. I shot myself with body spray and we went into the Italian place and sat at the bar.

The bartender was missing so we just sat there quietly waiting.

“Are we doing this?” I asked.

“Whatever you decide,” he said.

“I looked at him and I guess it was the look on my face but something changed his whole mood and his smile faded and he looked at me I figured with the same sort of seriousness I had looked at him.

“You have to make me,” I said. It was one of the most honest things I had said to him in years. Maybe it was the weed, maybe it was the tension, I don’t know what it was but I knew sitting there he could ask me anything and I would tell the absolute and total truth.

“Do you want her?”

“I think so.”

“Tell me,” he said, his voice deep and firm and quiet.

“I want her.”

“Then have her.”

She walked in before we were served. I guess someone saw her that hadn’t seen us because when she sat down next to me the bartender wandered out of a back room. He greeted her by name. She ordered three Venetian Ices teas and explained they were like long islands. Mike and I sipped our drinks and introductions were made. Mike and Melissa, we introduced ourselves. Mike talked for a bit. Told her about just moving to town and how much we liked the bar where she worked and how he worked from home so we could sneak out in the afternoons. She talked about tending bar, going to school, and how it was nice to have someone new to hang out with.

Mike stood up. I asked him terrified where he was going. “I’ll be right back,” he assured me. he stroked my hair from my forehead to the back of my neck, kissed me and wandered off.

I talked with Maggie. We talked about dogs and kids but it wasn’t what she wanted to talk about and when she asked me I took a long drink as if it would give time to think up an answer.

“We had a threesome with another guy once. It was a long time ago. Like, just after we got married. It was fucking awesome. Never with a girl though. I just don’t know… I think I would be jealous. I don’t know that i could watch him with another woman.”

“So not a threesome then?”

“Well, no. No… I think its more about.”

“Just you and me?” she asked.


“And you’ve never done it before?” I shook my head no. She asked if I had ever fantasized about being with a woman, about kissing a woman, even in College? I just kept shaking my head no.

“Wait till we smoke the fuck stick?”

“Yeah?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she said. “It’s okay if he fucks you though, while we are… later I mean. You will want him to.”


“There’s a reason it’s called a fuck stick.”

“Everything okay here?” said my husband in his quiet voice.

“Very,” said Maggie. It was only then that I realized she was holding my hand.

We finished our drinks. Mike paid. We stepped out into the parking lot and she pointed out at an apartment complex within walking distance.

This was happening.

It was a tiny apartment with a view of the bay. She retrieved two beers from a small kitchen and put us in chairs on the balcony. They weren’t patio chairs. They were deep and low and I shrunk into it feeling like too small Alice in wonderland.

“Are you okay?” Mike asked.

“No,” I replied, still unable to lie.

“Do you want to sneak out?” he asked.

“No,” I replied again.

“What can I do for you,love,” he asked.

“pet me?” I said. It was all I wanted. Well, I actually wanted to be naked in my own bed the way I was used to being petted by my husband the way I liked allowing myself to fantasize about the cute girl who had inexplicably disappeared rather then having to actually face her but if he would just pet me, I imagined that would help.

He slid out of his chair and through one slit eyelid I watched him move across the ground until he sat at my feet. His touch felt good. I took another swallow of beer and put it down, I didn’t want it. I felt him unzip my boots. I felt him massage my toes and then my feet. escort kağıthane I purred and he massaged my calves.

“Stand up,” he whispered. I did as I was told. He unfastened my jeans. he tugged them off my fat ass and down my long thin legs. It was cool in the evening air but it felt good and he ran his hands over my skin. I didn’t want him to stop but I had to sit down.

I felt the stoner smile creep over my face and I felt his fingers trace long smooth lines down my legs.

The sound of the patio door startled me. The appearance of the little redhead excited me. The touch of my husband’s fingers thrilled me.

“Wow,” the woman said.

“Wow?” I asked.

“You have incredible legs,” she said. I watched, unable to move as she sat down on the ground more or less on top of my husband and kissed my knee.

“Mmmm…” I purred.

“Do you have the fuck stick?” she asked Mike.

He reached into his jacket pocket and produced the baggie with the single mythical joint.

I watched as she rolled it tight and lit it. She took a long toke and passed it to me. I closed my eyes and took a small hit.


I took a second. My legs parted as far as the chair would allow.


I took a third and passed it to my husband.

My eyes were sealed shut and words seemed to float around me hovering as if they were in those comic book bubbles.


Good shit right

Fuck me

I think she is fucked up.

Lick me

Your hair is wet.

I showered.

I guess we can’t fuck.

Its all about her.


I want you to, just so you know.

You are lovely.

As long as someone starts licking me.

You are so beautiful.

I felt hands all over me. I felt my top being unbuttoned and I sat up as it was pulled down my arms and my bra was clicked loose and pulled off. I couldn’t close my legs if I’d wanted to. I felt hands on my nipples and then mouths, yes, two mouths, both tits. I groaned.

We should go to the bed

I can’t move

Here, sit up.

I was like putty, my body weak, relaxed, and on fire. I was in his arms floating above the ground. It was a bouncy ride. I was in bed. It was soft and cuddly. It was chilly, I felt air moving over my skin. It tickled.

“Mmmmm.” I purred. No one was touching me though. I had to open my eyes. It took a second.

The room was awash in pink light pouring in from the sunset outside. Everything was blurry except for whatever little thing I focussed on. There was a ceiling fan, a door off past my shoulder and a lamp. There was my husbands head. I had to twist my neck. It took forever. My husband was there. He was looking at me hungrily. Between where I lay and where he stood was a messy tangle of curly red hair and pale bare shoulders.

I watched as she removed his shirt. His chest was glorious. He had lost weight, added muscle. I watched her kiss his body, his abs, they weren’t a six pack but he was almost 50 and they were flat. I wanted him on top of me. I wanted him inside me. I whined about it.

“Not yet,” he said back to me.

I watched her remove his jeans. I saw his cock for a second and then it disappeared, hidden by her wild tangle of red hair.

“Is she sucking you?”

“Can she?”

“Nooo! I squealed like a spoiled child. You promised.”

I would have kicked and screamed and stomped my feet if I could.

I couldn’t. I just pouted.

“Mmmm… don’t worry love. It’s all about you,” he said. I looked over at them again. He was hard, his cock long and thick and pointing up at the ceiling. her head was lower though, down around his legs. She was just fighting off his jeans.

I closed my eyes and spread my legs and caught my breath. It wasn’t a long wait but it felt forever and then the touching started.

She was down at the foot of the bed. She was touching and kissing my legs. Mike was laying beside me. HIs fingers traveled up and down my body. they stopped moving for a moment and I felt them on my tit. He pinched. I purred. there was a mouth on my thigh. I cooed. There were wet slippery lips moving up my spread legs, first on one side and then the other and a strong hand moving from one breast to the other. I reached out to him and found his dick and gripped it tight. Her lips were on the soft fleshy part of my inner thigh. It felt entirely different, a woman’s mouth. Her lips were soft and slick from her lip gloss, her chin wasn’t scratchy. I bent my legs raising my knees. I pulled his cock, hard. My mouth opened.

I came.

I mother fucking had an orgasm right at the very moment her tongue touched me. She had zeroed in, making contact just barely, exactly where it was most sensitive and I squealed again.

She just kept licking, a tiny tongue moving just barely on my clit causing my orgasm to grip and twist at my guts. It was incredible.

And she didn’t stop.

God, I didn’t want her to ever stop.

I had to let go of his dick to grip her head in both of my hands. I purred and held her to me.

his hands stroked my body.

Her fingers entered me. They were tiny and moved around as though a dozen tiny cocks were fucking me at once.

I didn’t want to come again.

I don’t know if I could have but I didn’t want to. I just wanted this to go on.

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