I slept til noon the morning after Barry and I had made love during the fourth quarter. Slipping into my fluffy white robe I made my way to the kitchen.
"Morning Margaret." Barry said not even lifting his eyes from the sports section.
"Good morning Barry." I replied.
I poured myself a cup of coffee and sat down across the table from him. I let my robe fall open at the top exposing my luscious breasts to him hoping he would notice and decide on a follow up fuck session in the kitchen.
I figured he only wanted to satisfy one craving that day. His inexhaustible craving for football. I flipped him off but he didn't notice. I suspected I could have crawled under the table and taken his fat cock in my mouth and he wouldn't have noticed.
It was the Sunday before the start of the regular season and my wonderful husband was beginning to act like the pigskin zombie he turned into each and every fall since our wedding day.
"Fuck you!" I thought to myself. I stood up and tied my robe closed tightly. He wouldn't see these twin orbs of pleasure until after the Pro Bowl in early February.
I walked out on the deck and sat by the pool to finish my coffee. Alone and stewing about the prospects of another long boring season.
The night before Barry had, to put it mildly, fucked me senseless but I figured he had decided to give me one good fuck before he zombied out on me for the next four months.
I finished my coffee and without regard to who might be watching dropped my robe and dove into the deep end of the pool. A couple laps would wash the residue of his sex from my body and perhaps cleanse my mind of any idea that my son of a bitch husband would satisfy me again before Valentine's Day.
To make sure my assumption regarding his interests I walked back into the house dripping wet dragging my robe on the floor behind me.
Barry had moved to the den and was engrossed in the special pull out Pro Preview section of the Sunday paper.
As I walked across the room completely naked and dripping wet he said. "You going shopping today Margaret?" He never lifted his eyes from the paper he never noticed I was before him naked as a jay bird he never noticed that he could throw me down on the carpet and slam his fat cock into any hole he chose.
"I believe I will." I replied after walking away and heading for my bed room.
Barry's addiction to football made me jealous his obsession with the game made me angry his lack of attention made me want to find someone who hated football and would pay me the attention I demanded.
As I dressed I got more jealous more angry and more craving of attention. I decided that for the next four months I was going to be a cock hunting MILF and the thought of that excited me.
Twenty minutes later I came bounding down the stairs and in passing said. "Later baby."
Barry didn't look up from his preview section he just replied. "Have a good time Margaret."
If he only knew what kind of good time I was planning he'd have thrown that paper aside and thrown me to the floor to give me his fat cock and keep me home like a good little trophy wife.
The afternoon sun warmed my face as I drove along in my flashy Benz. While sitting at a red light I remembered Mark that handsome young gentleman who'd rescued me yesterday afternoon. I fumbled through my purse trying to find his number. The blare of a car's horn reminded me to pay more attention to the traffic light and I gunned the Benz speeding further down the avenue.
Finally unzipping the tiny almost hidden pouch on the side of my purse I pulled the slip of paper on which Mark had written his note to me.
I gave the dash mounted cellular a voice command. "Dial 507-484-6701."
"Please hold while the person you are trying to reach is located." The generic woman's voice replied.
"Hi this is Mark. Sorry I can't take your call right now but if you leave your number and a short message after the tone I'll get back to you as soon as I can." Mark's voice mail message played. Even his recorded voice sounded sexy.
In the second or two before the beep I contemplated if I should leave a message or just try again later. If I left my number he could call me anytime or at an inopportune time. Before I could reach to the dash and disconnect I heard the "Beep"
I never bothered to set up my number so it wouldn't appear on the caller ID of people I call so rather than have him wonder who was calling I said. "Hi Mark this is Peggy. Give me a call when you get the message. It's 209-562-8891. Talk to you soon bye." Was the message I left for my knight in shinning armor.
A moment after I disconnected I realized Mark knew me as Margaret but I hoped he would still make the connection and call me back this afternoon. After all I needed to thank him for taking care of me after those double shots of scotch took affect yesterday afternoon.
It was such a beautiful afternoon that I decided to take a walk at Hillside Park. There were a lot of others who had the same idea and I was forced to park in the overflow lot quite a distance from the main part of Hillside.
After putting the top up and locking the Benz I headed off toward the walking path. Had I known I was going to be taking a walk I would have worn shoes more appropriate for walking on gravel pathways. The heels of my open toe sandals dug into the stones and small stones kept getting under my toes. After about fifty yards of that I just slipped them off and went barefooted. I was wearing a brightly colored sundress with thin straps that ran up over the shoulders. The dress was very comfortable and didn't accentuate my breasts too much. Every so often there are park benches along the walking path and I decided to sit a while on the first one I came to that wasn't already in use.
Couples and families continuously strolled by the bench. Several men checked me out as they passed trying to be as discrete as possible so their significant other wouldn't notice them paying attention to another woman.
The bright sunlight streamed through the openings of the trees surrounding my bench and it warmed my body against the light breeze. I was really enjoying just sitting there alone with my thoughts. Of course those thoughts eventually turned to sex or better yet the possible lack of sex that I was anticipating over the course of the football season.
Suddenly I felt something furry brush against my leg startling me until I looked down and saw the cutest little puppy wagging his tail and winding his little furry body around me legs.
"Buster stop that." A mans voice said from behind.
I turned to see who's voice I'd heard.
"So sorry miss. I'm still trying to train my dog not to run up to strangers." The man said.
I smiled at him and said. "But he's such a cute little dog and certainly friendly."
"A little too friendly." He replied.
I reached down and scratched Busters head between two perky ears and he instantly started licking my hand.
Now I've heard that some men use cute little dogs to break the ice with strange women but somehow I didn't think this guy or Buster had that in mind. Never the less the ice was broken and I seized the opportunity to make a new friend.
"Well it looks as though Buster isn't going to listen to you as long as I keep scratching his head so maybe you'd like to have a seat." I suggested.
"Thanks Miss. I've been walking him for quite some time now and to be honest I'm ready for a break." He replied.
As he sat beside me I offered him one delicate hand and said. "I'm Peggy and this is Buster." Continuing to scratch the pup's head.
"Nice to meet you Peggy. I'm Sam." He said lightly shaking my hand.
Sam was probably a few years older then me with salt and pepper hair dark eyes and a wonder inviting smile. He appeared to be maybe fifteen pounds over weight but didn't appear at all fat. He wore a light blue pull over sweater and old comfortable faded blue jeans.
"Is Sam short for Samuel?" I asked. "Yes and I assume Peggy is your nickname?" He replied.
"You're right Sam. My given name is Margaret." I admitted.
He smiled and said. "Margaret is a beautiful name. It fits such a beautiful lady." He added scoring points with me.
Buster jumped up on the bench between Sam and me and lay down with his snout resting on tiny paws.
"Well Buster is certainly comfortable being with you Margaret." Sam commented.
"He certainly is." I replied.
