The suburbs are always a good fuck target-rich environment much better than pickup bars if you know how to play the game. My wife of fifteen years and I are on our way to a social gathering at the house of some friends that we have known since college. They like to entertain and my wife needed to get out of the house and talk to some intelligent adults for a change.
As the car glides along in the early evening twilight skipping along from stop sign to stop sign I quietly lament on the comfortable but boring life we were always told was "the American dream" here in the land of nice homes with well-manicured lawns with programmed robots all pretending to be happy people.
I smile to myself driving through the newer housing sub-divisions with their cul-de-sac cuties, new moms still on their starter husbands sending the kiddies off to school using their occasional free time watching soap operas still chugging along from their grandmothers' generation missing their party days in high school and college.
Our journey eventually takes us through the older tree-lined stately neighborhoods with the newly minted empty-nester moms that for the first time in two decades can now run around the house completely naked and try out the newer sex toys without fear of somebody walking in on them. Finally getting up the nerve to be truly naughty or at least fantasize about it. Maybe having a fling with any man that still has hair and doesn't roll over in the middle of the night and snore in their face with the breath of a walrus.
When we arrived at our destination I offered up my gift bottle of wine and strolled into the den full of people.
It was a typical holiday party in suburbs and my wife had wondered off to socialize with some female friends that had just returned from a long overseas vacation.
As I surveyed the crowd I noticed a familiar face on the far side of the room.
Denise was an attractive woman but no beauty queen, a little curvy which was more than offset by her voluptuous cleavage that had always caught my eye and every other man's attention in the room. She had always intrigued me, it was not anything like love but she did have a certain attraction, a pheromone driven chemistry that made me want to taste her in a sexual way. I would definitely do her.
As the party progressed I saw her talking to Kathy, a married woman I had had an affair with about a year ago. We had left things on good terms and I could see she was getting her ducks in a row to have a new lover to replace me. I was not the least bit offended I enjoyed our time together but it had gotten a little stale and predictable. The thrill and excitement of cheating that we both needed were gone and it was time to move on. Truth be told I was a little turned on thinking about her having sex with other men.
The conversation between the two women seemed to be exceedingly intense and then I saw Denise glance back looking directly at me. I immediately started looking in the opposite direction thinking I had been caught staring at her a little too much and was now busted as a pervert.
After a few moments of acting uninterested, I glanced back to see that both women were now gone. That familiar "oh shit" feeling hit me momentarily but then I relaxed thinking that it was just me being paranoid.
I went over and engaged in some trash talk with some of the guys that were huddled next to the TV, and then made a few new acquaintances including two new couples that had just moved to the area. After making a run to the little boys' room I returned and got a new drink and was now standing out on the patio contemplating who I should socialize with next.
I heard the patio door slide open and Denise walked out, she turned and then slid the door closed giving me a nice look at her round sexy ass that her knit dress showed off very nicely. She walked directly over to me as if I was the reason she had left the party. I looked around to see if my wife or her husband were around.
She walked over and said hello. We exchanged the usual pleasantries, she was on her third drink and I was still on my second so our inhibitions were already somewhat diminished. It was a party and I was required to be sociable and talk to somebody and a conversation with her was far more interesting enjoying those stolen glances of her cleavage throughout the conversation.
Denise was a very direct person and she enjoyed tossing out a lot little teasing insults including the occasional sexual innuendos that would intimidate most men. She was brash with big tits and I was happy to spend the whole evening with her especially if the liquor kept flowing.
I could be just as brash as her and gave it back to her in ways that most women would be appalled by. Denise seemed to enjoy the banter feeding off it making her a little hand on touching me on my arm or shoulder but eventually taking up residency inside my personal space like Hitler invading Poland and striking south towards the unguarded border of my belt buckle and zipper. Suffice to say resistance is futile and so I offered none.
"I have met your wife," she said "She seems okay, you've met my husband haven't you, right?" she asked in a soft but demanding voice clearly expecting a response.
I could only nod my head not exactly sure what to say.
"Good, well here is the deal my husband is an ass and lousy in bed and I am told that you like sport fucking married woman and you know how to do it discreetly and keep your mouth shut about it."
"Let's be clear you're no Brad Pitt but I would still fuck you that is, provided that you can keep it kinky and keep it quiet."
Once again I nodded in agreement not sure if I was dreaming or being pranked.
She continued, "I learned from a whole lot of trial and error that married men make the best fuck buddies, they aren't clingy and looking for true love like some pathetic single guys that are usually still single for a damn good reason."
I really wanted to follow-up about the trial and error thing but decided for once to keep my big mouth shut. Clearly, she had already verified I was a man of low moral standards so there was little need to deny it, besides I had surmised it was a waste of energy and that I would probably need that energy later on with a woman like her.
She was now rubbing my crotch like it was a magical lamp and she was determined to make a magic Genie pop out and grant her three wishes or at least one big one. I slowly cautiously reciprocated by feeling her up, first by lightly stroking her nipples and then going down to her vagina touching her through her dress waiting to see her reaction. She smiled her approval lightly cupping the side of my face before stepping back saying "yes I think this will work."
Denise handed me a piece of paper with her phone number on it saying it was her private number, a burner phone and suggested I get one too so that we could hookup. She then walked away briskly in a hurry like she was late for an appointment.
I stood there looking like a fool, empty drink in my hand and half-erect penis bulging from my khakis with wide eyes like Bambi caught in the headlights wondering what the fuck just happened. I was momentarily dumbfounded, maybe I just enjoy playing the horny buffoon that woman can too easily manipulate sending all the wrong signals standing here dazed, perplexed and wondering what I should do next.
About ten minutes later my wife stuck her head out the door saying it was getting late and she wanted to go. Thankfully she was content to do all the talking on the way home.
The next day was Saturday and I had some errands to run including getting gas for the car. I used the opportunity to buy a burner phone paying for it in cash and then hiding it under the front seat of the car.
