It took a long time to cum this time and Amy used me to get her fill. The whole time she talked about watching me take cock after cock. Eventually even she'd managed to wear herself out and drifted off to sleep, satisfied and exhausted. I on the other hand, though dead tired, had trouble sleeping. I kept thinking about what she said. I didn't think she was right about a real guy, and certainly didn't think I could ever go through with something like that. I also doubted a real dick could feel any better than what she'd already done to me. Which was pretty freaking amazing, but she was one hundred percent right about one thing. I did have it bad and couldn't wait for her to do me again. So, I was a little disappointed when she told me we were going out with her work friends on Friday night rather than staying in and going to "bed" early.
All week she stepped up her teasing, pinching and groping so I'd been amped up and looking forward to her bending me over to usher in the weekend. More than once she'd gotten me hard, stroked my cock to the point of cumming and then left me high and dry. She'd joked she was priming the pump and warned me I'd better not get myself off or else. By week's end her slightest touch turned me on and all she did was giggle at my predicament. But now those plans would have to wait even longer, maybe even till tomorrow if we stayed out too late or she got too drunk. I was all frustrated and horned up and my little vixen reveled in it. I felt like I might burst at any moment but there wasn't anything I could do about it except grin and bear it.
"Oh, you'll have a good time. I promise I'll make it worth your wild, big guy". She assured me. I had to admit some of her friends were fun and I always enjoyed hanging out with Amy, no matter what we were doing. I knew she'd torture me while we were out. I thought it would just make it all the better when I finally got off. Maybe this was how she'd planned on getting me to cum without touching my dick.
Amy took care of the arrangements, like she always did. We'd chosen jobs when we first got together. She picked grown-up and I'd chosen lifting heavy things and getting stuff down from high places. Probably less useful but a deal's a deal. So naturally she got the sitter to watch the kids and let her know we'd be home well after midnight. Emma, our regular sitter, was also our son's daycare teacher, so we never had to worry about driving her home the way we did some of the junior high and high school girls who sometimes watched our heathens. Our kids really liked her, we paid pretty well, and Emma never cared or complained how late we came home. Amy told me she'd leave straight from work and meet me at the bar, we'd get an uber home so neither of us had to worry about driving after we'd had a few. But I'd be responsible for picking the kids up from daycare and getting them fed.
Emma was there at daycare out in the playground when I arrived to get the kids. My son was sitting in her lap while she read him a story. He got up and ran over to me, as soon as I opened the gate followed closely behind by my daughter who abandoned her friend leaving her to fall off the seesaw. Emma and I chatted for a few minutes about how the kids were doing in school and she showered me with compliments about their behavior even as they clung to my legs complaining they were ready to leave already. Emma was a delightful person. Everyone who worked there was super nice, but her especially, she always seemed to be smiling whenever I saw her. My wife was convinced she was always flirting with me and that given half a chance she'd single white female her, steal her family and move right in. I'd always brushed it off and told Amy she was crazy; she was nice to everyone. My wife told me I was the crazy one or I was blind.
"I've seen the way women and even quite frankly some men look at you babe," she told me. "Don't you know what a piece of ass you are? That's why I wifed you up so fast," she'd joked.
In truth I never knew when a woman was hitting on me. "Well, they're only human" I quipped but I didn't really believe her.
Emma was a single mom, I don't think she ever been married, a little taller than Amy and only a year or two younger, I think she'd just turned 31. She had long dark red hair and, if I was being really honest, a rock 'n' body, with a fantastic rack. I mean if I wasn't married, I'd give her a shot at the title. My blushing bride, shy as always about her opinion said Emma had an ass that belonged on a Pixar mom. She had a point. I'd have to agree she was indeed blessed with a lovely dump truck. Even though her tits were fantastic it was certainly her best feature to a guy like me. What can I say I like big butts, and I cannot lie.
About an hour later I had just finished getting ready when the doorbell rang. The kids were upstairs playing in my son's bedroom having been bribed with McDonald's. When I answered the front door, I was dumbstruck, Emma had changed her clothes too since I'd last seen, she obviously hadn't come straight from work. She looked hotter than I'd ever seen. Way better than in her still cute but conservative work clothes. She had on, a tight low cut red short sleeved sweater, painted on black jeans, cowgirl boots and her makeup done up like she had a date later. Her beautiful long red hair cascaded down her shoulders. The cut out in her top made her cleavage look amazing. Her large white breasts were nearly spilling out. I was looking hard for freckles and damned if I could spot one. Regaining my senses I tried to recover quickly but I'm pretty sure she must have caught me staring at her chest. I saw a slight smirk at the corner of her mouth when I met her eyes, but she didn't say anything.
"Hey, thanks for doing this on such short notice." I stuttered as she opened her arms and moved in for a hug. Seeming to be unbothered by the attention I'd just paid to her magnificent chest. God, she smelled great, like vanilla and flowers, as her soft chest crushed up against my own. I felt bad enough for ogling her, so I didn't squeeze too hard. But she hugged me tightly, and I thought she held on a little longer than necessary to say hello. I certainly wasn't complaining.
"Oh no problem at all. Henry is at his dads for the weekend. My friends were all busy tonight anyway, so I'd just been on my own. Probably sitting around watching a movie or reading a book." She replied breaking the embrace with a smile that I hoped meant she hadn't just felt my partial erection. Henry, her little boy, was the same age as my son, also went to the daycare. His dad must have been a complete idiot for wrecking whatever relationship he had with this vixen.
Breaking the embrace, I let her know "So, the monsters are upstairs. They've already had dinner, but you know where everything is, in case they want a snack. Amy and I should be back around midnight". I told her.
We exchanged places in the doorway, and she said "No worries. Have fun! Don't do anything I wouldn't do'.
It was my turn to catch her looking me up and down. Did I just see her checking out my crotch? Nah, I was imagining things. Amy's joking and Emma's outfit and perfume were messing with my head. I shook it off and climbed into the driver's seat of my SUV and watched Emma's ass through the living room window. Man, Amy better pay up I thought, I nearly came giving that poor girl a hug. I finished backing out of the driveway and made my way to one of our favorite watering holes.
The Ram's Head was packed when I arrived. After wading through the crowd, I found my wife and her friends at a high top near the bar. I recognized most of them. There was her best friend Bree, a tall blonde woman only a year younger than Amy. Dave, the guy in his late forties who constantly bragged about his kid joining the Air Force. Mia, twenty-four maybe? Who despite a few extra pounds, was very cute and had a rapier wit. Bryan and his girlfriend, whose name I didn't know. They were also probably in their early thirties. And finally, Alex. Amy's peer from another division of the firm. Who looked around forty. I probably wasn't listening as usual so the only thing I could remember Amy saying about him was that he was a player. Tonight, however, he looked like he was flying solo.
I said my hellos to everyone, and my wife kissed me on the cheek as she handed me a double bourbon neat that she'd magically already had on standby. I joked to everyone but nobody in particular. "It's like you know me." Which everyone laughed at because it's what I always said, and it had kinda become my tag line.
Amy looked incredible. She wore a tight grey pencil skirt that showed off her tight ass very nicely, a white cotton blouse, with the top three buttons undone and sleeves rolled casually up to the elbows, tall back heels and a gold necklace that drew my eyes to her breasts. Just inside her blouse I could glimpse a lacy black bra. I always left for work long before she got up, so her choice of underwear was often a nice surprise at the end of a long day.
For the next few hours Amy and her friends laughed and talked about work and of course the office drama. I listened and interjected every once in a while, told a story or two that made everyone laugh but mostly I was just enjoying the vibe and the bourbons Amy kept ordering me. She was ordering from the top shelf tonight and I assumed it was all part of her dastardly plan. Occasionally, she'd lean closer whispering things like "I can't wait till later". I told her she didn't need to get me drunk to get lucky and she certainly didn't need to use top shelf stuff to do it I was a cheap date. She said that I'd feel cheap alright, and she just wanted to make sure I was "pliant".
Every so often her hand would wander up and down my back occasionally rubbing my ass under my sport coat. Once or twice under the table she traced her fingers up my inner thigh and brushed my cock through my trousers. I think Alex caught her a few times because he'd cock his head and look at her. Each time Amy just gave him a wink. The constant teasing and the fact that she'd been leading me on all week without any relief was making it hard to think of anything other than sex.
Bryan and his girlfriend, Kelly or was it Katy I kept forgetting were the first to shove off around 9:30. They'd been pawing at each other all evening, so I assumed they were going home to bang. Dave was next not too long after, followed closely by Mia. Bree soon got a text and excused herself rather abruptly. Amy leaned over and told me the message was from her boyfriend who had just got back from a business trip. She'd shown it to Amy, all it said was "DTF?". That left Alex, me and Amy to carry on alone. I figured or rather hoped that meant we'd be heading for the door soon as well. Then on to our bedroom. I poked at her indicating it was time to leave but Amy wasn't done having a night out just yet.
She leaned over and said "Babe it's only a little after 10:00. We've got a sitter, for at least another couple of hours. I'm not ready to go home yet. Don't worry, you'll get what's coming to you." That caused Alex to choke and cough slightly.
