[Saddledrifter]

My wife and I had been married for about two years. It was a marriage of two relatively young people who were immature and were having a number of marital problems. It was almost a love/hate relationship. However, we were co-existing. She was a secretary at a government installation that had a lot of young women working there. I knew that two of her co-workers were screwing around on their husbands. That was Connie and Mary. Mary had developed quite a reputation in the town and had screwed almost every city policemen on the force. Then one evening, my wife came home from work and announced that she was going out for the evening with the girls. I asked her who the girls were, and she mentioned about 4 names, including Mary. I inquired where they were going, and she said just out to have a few drinks. She then told me that she would probably be home late and not to wait up. I had had a number of nights out with the guys, so I would have been hard pressed not to give my wife the same liberties, but I was really worried about what was going on. Then my wife emerged from the bedroom with a black jumpsuit that provided her lowest cut version of a top. She was braless, and when leaning over, one could see all the way down to her belly button. I complained that the top was a little risqué for a night out with the girls. I told her that she should pin it above the top button to provide some semblance of modesty. Initially, she argued about the need, but eventually acquiesced. She then said goo-bye and departed in her car.

I quickly grabbed my keys and jumped into my car and followed her at a distance. She headed directly to Mary’s house and went in for a few minutes. I parked at a distance away and watched the happenings. Soon they came out and left in Mary’s car. Mary was dressed like a hooker in a very short micro-mini skirt and black stockings with a mid-riff front tied top and with her boobs pushed up under her chin. I also noted that my wife had undone the top two buttons on her jumpsuit and lost the pin holding the top together. Her jumpsuit had buttons that were pretty far apart and gapped open so wide that one could easily get a great view of her boobs whenever she slumped a little. I, again, followed at a distance. Sure enough, they stopped at a house with plenty of guys holding beers and hanging around in both the front and rear yards. There were plenty of women and guys to go around. I could see some the guys holler when Mary and my wife showed up. Mary and my wife then disappeared into the house followed by several guys that had handed them beers.

I drove around the neighborhood for some time attempting to figure out what I should do. I thought about heading over and walking into the party and confronting my wife immediately. But then I decided that I would give her a few hours and go in and catch her involved with some guy, and I could really read her the riot act. That seemed like the best plan at that moment. So to pass the time away I headed for a bar to have a few drinks and bury my feelings in self-pity. I walked into a familiar dive bar and was headed to order a drink when I saw Connie, the other woman that my wife worked with that frequently cheated on her husband. We casually knew each other, so I walked over to say hello. Connie seemed happy to see me and asked me to sit down beside her at the bar. She asked me where my wife was, and I replied that she had gone out for the evening with some of the girls from work. She said, “Oh, really!” By the infliction of her voice, I could tell she knew more. I asked why she wasn’t with the other girls for their night out. She just said that she wasn’t up to it that night. She then asked if Mary was one of the girls my wife went out with. I said that she was. She replied with a knowing, “Uh-huh!” I changed the subject and asked if she would like to sit down at a table and have a beer with me. She agreed.

While sitting at the table and sipping our beers, we began with a little small talk about what was going on in our lives. But soon I broached the subject of the girls’ night out. She looked seriously at me, and said, “You and your wife are having problems, aren’t you?” At first I downplayed it, but then admitted that it had not been the best. She said that she had heard pretty much the same during coffee breaks with my wife. I said, “She is telling everyone at work our problems?” She shook her head affirmatively. I was floored that my wife was telling all our problems to her work mates. That pissed me off. Then I told Connie about following Mary and my wife to that party. She said that she knew of that party and the people there. I then relayed my plan to walk into the party and find my wife wrapped around some guy. Connie said, “Honey, if she wants to do some guy, she will. You may stop her this time, but there will be a next and a next and a next. You can’t always be there to guard the gate. She is pissed off about your marriage and that is not going to change anytime soon.” She then took my hand and placed it alongside her boob and leaned in and gave me a kiss. It was a long and good deep tongue kiss. She then said, “What is going to happen tonight with your wife is going to happen eventually anyway. I have seen you for some time and watched you, and think you are one good looking guy. Let’s head to your place and I’ll take your wife’s place in that bed for an hour or so. And, you said that she would not be home until late.” Connie was really a cute and nicely built girl. She had a way of flirting and moving that could really turn a guy on. I agreed to take her back to my house and see what might happen.

So we headed out for my home. Connie snuggled up next to me as I drove. She reached down and began playing with my dick as it hardened. She commented that it must think that she was making it feel very good. She took my right hand as I drove with my left and stuck it down into her bra. She had nice round boobs and her tits were already hard with the expectation of getting a good massage. By the time we reached my house, she had my dick totally out of my pants and underpants with it sticking up like a flagpole. Her blouse was totally undone and pulled back to expose her beautiful boobs that she had uncovered by removing her bra. We quickly headed into the house under the cover of night. Once inside, I asked if she wanted a drink. She responded by saying, “Honey, I can get a drink at the bar later – all I want right now is you.” With that I pulled her directly into the bedroom. We tore each other’s clothes off our bodies and fell into the bed. She immediately worked her way down and took my hard member in her mouth and began to lick it and move rapidly up and down its shaft with her tight lips. In the meantime, I had three figures working on her pussy and giving that very wet baby a workout as she hunched with each rhythmic movement. Within minutes, I said, “Connie, that is one great head job, but I am going to blow my wad if we don’t stop it and get down to fucking. She replied that she felt the same. So I climbed on her in the missionary position and began to fuck the shit out of her. She was very vocal, and told me to “Fuck me hard!”: “Give it to me big boy!” “I’m cumming – let it fly!” “If you haven’t cum, give it to me like a dog!” and “Are you a fast recoverer, I want it again and again!” I attempted to do everything she requested. However, I couldn’t recover fast enough to give her another fucking before getting her back to the dive bar. I was afraid that too much time in my bed might allow my wife time to get home and find us.

Therefore, I took Connie back to the bar. She left her panties in her purse, which allowed me to finger fuck her all the way from my house to the bar. She came another two times on the return trip. She had also left the bra in her purse, and I got to enjoy looking at her tits as we traveled back to our destination. Once in the bar parking lot, she was climbing all over me. I was kissing and licking everything that I could get to. Finally, she said, “You better get home. Can I expect to see you again soon?” I responded by saying, “You better bet you can!” With that, she jumped in her car and took off.

After driving home, I straightened up the bedroom and laid down on the sofa in the living room and waited for my wife to get home. About 12:30 a.m. I heard a car pull up out front and heard an auto door slam shut. The car immediately took off before I could even get up off the sofa. My wife walked in drunk as hell with her jumpsuit unbuttoned to her waist and her saying, “I am so sorry.” She attempted to throw her arms around me, but I rebuffed her and led her into the bedroom where she immediately passed out on the bed. I then felt justified in the way I had spent my evening.