Hardwood 3

My name is Peter and my girlfriend is Melissa, Mel for short.

We're not young, both in our 50's. For being such "old folks", we're in pretty good shape. Mel was a model in her 20's, and has maintained a high level of beauty, fitness and grace. She's 5'7", 125 lbs. She has a terrific appearance and figure...chestnut brown, shoulder length hair with green eyes. Her body is nothing short of spectacular. Her breasts are 36B with pouty pink nipples, and she has gorgeous long legs topped off with a beautiful (often aroused) pussy with a neatly trimmed bush. She will turn heads when we walk into a bar or restaurant. Her gaze may linger a bit longer than I'd like when she looks at other men, as I often see men approach her if I leave her side. I guess that the price I pay. She's a successful realtor, no doubt using her feminine prowess when needed.

As for me, I stand at 5'11', 190 lbs., dirty blond, kind of rakish hair. I'm a life-long runner and tennis player and I stay pretty fit. My body isn't the rock hard one of my 20's, but no complaints. I'm no porn star when it comes to cock size, about 6" and thick...seems to work pretty well though. I had some success in business, so I now able to work part time as a fitness coach and I do some consulting in the sports and leisure industry.

Our story begins at a neighborhood bar/restaurant not too far from my home, located in a city with a strong Brazilian population.

It was around 4 PM on a warm, Spring Friday. Mel prefers dresses to jeans, and today she chose a light, sleeveless dress with buttons running down the front. With the top 2 buttons undone, just a hint of cleavage showed. Once I asked her to unbutton the third and she refused, saying every guy in the place would be trying to get a look. She would be correct.

We were sitting at the bar enjoying a delicious red sangria, some tasty shrimp and chourico, when a few men in their early 30's walked in and passed behind us. We were able to clearly see them as there is a large mirror behind the bar.

Mel locked eyes with one young man, about 6'3", broad shoulders, maybe in his early 30's. His black hair was tousled, and he was sporting what looked to be a days-old stubble. His skin was weathered, in a pleasant way. She broke the gaze and took a sip of her wine, but she knew that I saw the moment.

A bit about the clientele. As I've said, this is a Brazilian neighborhood. Many of the men are woodworking craftsmen...flooring, carpentry and such. Since their work is physical, many seem quite fit, with strong hands, tight torsos and broad shoulders. I think that they are aware of their toned physiques, since tight tee-shirts and somewhat snug jeans are the garments of choice.

As we were enjoying our wine, I turned to Mel and asked her if she was attracted to the man she saw. She initially said, "what man," denying any interest. I said "the man you locked eyes with." She blushed a bit, smiled weakly and said "oh, that man." "Yea, he's very handsome and he seems to fill out his clothes nicely."

"Would you like to fuck him" I asked.

A little background here. We are not swingers, nor have we ever gone down the hotwife path, but as I've said before, Mel gets plenty of attention, and she seems to like it.

"Yes," she said.

As I've said, we've never done anything like this before, but the thought of this young man with Mel got me going.

I'll be right back," I said.

I walked over to the group of young men and gestured to our young man that I'd like to talk to him. With drink in hand, he walked over looking a little nervous and cocky at the same time.

"I saw you looking at my girl," I said.

He stammered a bit and said "no I wasn't," and turned to walk back to his table, brushing me off.

I caught his arm and said "I want to talk to you."

At this point, a bit of machismo started to take hold and I said "don't worry, I saw her look at you too."

He relaxed a bit and said, "then what do you want?"

I looked him squarely in his eyes and asked him "do you want to fuck her?"

He stared back at me and said "what?"

I said "she'd like to fuck you."

"And you're ok with this", he said.

"Yes, under one condition", I said

"You are not to ask her name, nor can you tell her yours."

He nodded, still looking dumbfounded and unsure.

Since he was obviously a working man, I figured that he drove a truck or a van of some sort.

I asked him, and he said that he did.

"Is it clean," I asked.

"Yes, it's pretty new," he said.

"Could you fuck in it," I asked.

"Yes, it's a panel van, so there is head room, and I have some clean tarps so it would be pretty comfortable," he said.

"Finish your drink and meet us at the door in five minutes," I said.

He nodded, wondering how this was possibly happening.

I walked back to the bar where Mel was nervously sipping her wine.

"He wants to fuck you," I said.

She just sat there and nodded.

I told her that he was going to take her into his van and fuck her in the parking lot.

She objected at first, but I told her that the lot is kind of secluded and that he assured me that his van was clean and comfortable. I told her that she could walk away at any time if she felt uncomfortable.

She quietly shook her head in agreement.

I then told her of my requirement that she is not to ask his name, nor can she tell him her's.

I then said, "you will fuck him until he cums in you and then you'll take his cock in your mouth and lick his cum, making sure that he is cleaned off."

She simply nodded her head again.

"Are you ready'" I said after a few minutes.

"Yes," said Mel nervously.

We walked up to the door, hand in hand and we saw that our young man was already standing there. He and Mel locked eyes, both smiling nervously. The young man then took her gently by the arm and walked out the door. As they approached the van, Mel turned to look at me, smiled and then walked into the vehicle.