It was about 4 years ago, coming off a particularly difficult personal stretch in my life, my wife had some mental issues and had to be hospitalized for a week then had several months of treatments and counseling. I managed everything at home with the kids and all and had no help. It was hard and ended up wearing me out. I needed a night out, she was feeling well enough to be home with the kids, they would be asleep when I left so not much to do, and I called a couple of my buddies. We met at a local beer place who always features live music on weekends and the guy playing that night was a one man band and used looping technique to fill in a whole band.
He was good. We were drinking and dancing, singing and having a good time. At one point, a woman was next to me, singing along with me and she threw her arm around me, pulled me in and we were singing cheek to cheek like there was a mic in front of us. Guitar solo time and she grabbed her air guitar and began her 'solo'. She leaned back into me, and I held her upright with my chest. Her ass shifted and pushed against my lap and she began moving her ass against me, she knew how to move it and I kinda lost where I was. I pulled my arm around her hip and pulled her into me. It began to make me get a little hard.
She leaned back and asked if I liked that, I smiled and said 'amazing!' She winked at me and said she was going to the bathroom, be right back.
I thought that was great luck, it's been a while since anything like that happened. As I was watching her walk away, seeing all of her ass in her tight jeans sway side to side, a voice interrupted and said
'do you like my girlfriend?' BOOM! There it was, the truth bomb.
'Hey friend, I had no idea, she came up and danced with me, I didn't know, no hard feelings?'
He smiled and said, 'it's fucking hot, it turns me on to see her with others.'
Oh, shit! 'Yeah?!'
Was all I could muster in reply. She walked back and said, 'you met Jon?'
I nodded 'yes, seems a nice guy!'
She smiled and grabbed the back of my neck, pulled me to her and kissed my mouth, open lips, tongue, passion.
'He likes watching me fuck other men while he joins, is that okay?'
My head was spinning, was I drunk? Was I awake? What the hell was happening? 'I'm married, does that bother you?' I said without even thinking about it and wondering if I should regret it. '
'All the better, you won't catch feelings! Let's go!' She said as she gave a quick peck on my lips and grabbed my hand, you'll follow us, his place is only about 5 minutes from here!
As she was hopping into the truck, she threw red her hair over shoulder and said, 'my name is Sam!'
Nice to meet you Sam, I'm Mark! I said back. She smiled.
Sam wasn't kidding and in almost no time, I was following the black truck into a parking lot of a townhouse community, one I knew because it's in my town. I grabbed my phone, sent a text to my buddies and said everything is good, catch up with you both later. I took a deep breath to try to calm my racing heart. It has been a long long time since I've had sex with anyone new, with my wife's issues, it had been a few months since we last were last together. I wanted to leave, run away and I wanted to stay and see what would happen. I stayed, opened up my car door and same walked over and grabbed my hand.
She smiled a sexy smile and said 'we're going to have fun!'
I almost couldn't say anything and was only able to say 'good'. Ugh, lame answer. Oh well, it was happening. We walked inside behind Jon and as the door closed, Sam turned and began kissing me, slower this time, we had more time, she had already lured me home so no need to rush.
Her lips met mine, lightly touching, almost teasing mine. I kept leaning forward to try to meet her lips full but she pushed my chest back until I was against a wall. She pulled back, smiled, looked at Jon, he smiled. She turned back to me and brought her lips against mine, mouth open and her tongue traced the inside of my lips then met my tongue. She tasted like beer, it was fine, I'm sure I did too but her taste was sweet too.
We kissed like this, slowly and passionately for a couple minutes. My hands were on her hips, and then sliding up to her waist, catching the bottom of her shirt and I slipped my hands under her shirt and around her back.
Jon saw what was happening and he walked in behind her and pulled her shirt up and over her head. The fabric broke the kiss Sam and I had, maybe Jon didn't like how sexy the kiss was? Maybe he was jealous, was I gonna get my ass kicked?
He turned her around, she was barefoot, wearing jeans, and a pink bra. Her skin was fair, very light. Redheads usually did. Her back was to me now and and leaned back into me while kissing him. I put my hands back on her hips and she grabbed them and moved them to her breasts, pushing her bra up with my hands guiding mine. She let go of my hands and put one of hers on his hip and pulled Jon close, and as best she could, same thing with me behind.
Her hips began moving again, like at the bar and I was already getting excited and this was helping that along. My hands were rubbing her breasts, I could feel her nipples hardening in the palms of my hands. I moved my finger tips to her nipples and rolled them in my fingers and began pressing back against me hard, her breathing increased and she was moaning into Jon's mouth.
I was getting pretty hard by now and also feeling left out. Sam must have noticed and she reached a hand behind my head and pulled me to kiss her again with her back against my chest. It was an awkward kiss but it was fueled by desire, passion, and need. I could see Jon smiling as his hands began to unbutton her jeans and he reached around to her ass and pushed them over her bubbly ass as she disconnected from my now hard cock so he can take off her pants and panties.
He pushed them down and she stepped out of them. We broke out kiss and I was able to look down and see her gorgeous light pink areola and hard dark pink nipples. They stood out against her pale skin, perfectly shaped B cups, very perky for 41 (found out later that we went to the same high school, she was a year older than me).
