I currently am writing from memories experienced many years ago. This one is about 30 years old...
I got married in July of 1976, a bicentennial wedding. We had been going out for a few years, and living together for a little over a year. I thought she was the one I would be with forever. Sex was good enough, but not like I read about in some of those magazines that share those kind of things. I just figured those stories were fantasy, like the movies that showed people having sex. I thought married people did it like we did.
I worked at a hospital as an outside transporter, meaning I drove a van taking patients to other facilities and bringing patients to ours. I had a lot of time to be outside, and a lot of time to enjoy my favorite vice: smoking "herb," which I did quite often. Smoking does 'things' to you, one of which is make you horny as hell. This made for some good "Honey, I'm home!" times which often reached Olympic levels. My wife did not complain.
Now, I'm what you might call a bit above average behind my zipper. Not terribly long, but, as one girlfriend put it, "As wide as a bus!" and that has caused some problems. Eight inches and the width of my fist is scary for some ladies. My wife got used to it and seems to like it, but she does not like it anywhere but where "it belongs" or in her pussy. The few times I had gotten oral sex, I really liked it, especially when the girl let me cum in her mouth. I just really like to cum, often taking matters into my own hands, if you know what I mean. I would imagine I was in a porn film with one of those ladies who really got into fucking. Dreams.
She came around the corner and I stopped and stared. She was short, 5' tall I would find out, and man, did she have a rack! 36DD at that time. She worked in housekeeping and was always on the run, and I loved to watch her on the move. She cleaned one of the offices I hung out in, and I spoke with her while she cleaned. She was separated from her husband, had a little boy, and liked to smoke herb, when she could get it. Her interests centered around her son, but she did party a bit on the weekends. She intrigued me, to say the least.
My wife did not like marijuana, so I often had no one to smoke with, making the experience a little flat. I offered this buxom lady a ride home one afternoon. We picked up her son from daycare and I dropped them off at her apartment, she smiled when I said maybe we could "burn one" some time. I let them out and went home. Looking back, I am surprised that I didn't jerk off in my van going home, but I was thinking only of having someone to smoke with. And smoke we did. For a couple of months I would take her home a few days a week and go up to her apartment, she would put her son down for a nap, and we would smoke a joint or two, then I would go home to my wife.
I don't recall how the subject came up, but it became clear that she wanted a bit more than just a buzz from me. I was not averse to the suggestion, but had to wrap my brain around the thought that I would be cheating on my wife. After all, I was a married man and had promised to "forsake all others" and all that. Plans were made for the event. I had to work a half a day on New Years, and she had the day off. After I got done, I would drop by her apartment and get some "Afternoon Delight" like in the song that was getting airplay then. The hard-on in my pants made it hard to keep my mind on my work. I took occasion twice to ease the pressure, but it was not very effective. I was at last going to get to see those huge jugs in the open!
The time finally arrived. I parked in the lot, went to the door and she buzzed me in. Bounding up the 3 flights of stairs, I was at her apartment door in a flash. I took a deep breath, calmed myself, and knocked on her door, not knowing what to expect. She opened the door, and I saw she had on a pair of terrycloth shorts and a t-shirt like she often wore around her house when relaxing. I came in and took my coat off, sitting on the couch and relaxing myself. Taking out an already rolled doobie, I asked if I should light it. She smiled and said,"Sure" sitting down next to me, a bit closer than she had before. As we felt the buzz coming on, she snuggled even closer, then began to rub my pants. Talk was sparse, but sweet and she purred as she was talking to me. Her light rubbing began to escalate to stroking, with her hand half wrapped around my still restrained member while she worked up and down my zipper. She stopped suddenly and stood up, facing me.