*Thanks for all the nice comments on my previous story. In this story, Kate and Marty's affair moves out of the office.
Marty and I are friends and co-workers who have started to make the transition to sex buddies, even though we're both married. I'm in my 30's, blonde, 5'7", with round, perky 34C tits, and I always thought that Marty was one of the hottest guys I'd ever met...then I met his uncle Richard. Richard came into the office one day to take Marty out to lunch, and I couldn't stop looking at him. It's hard to say which of the two is better looking because they're such different types. Marty's in his 20's, lean and athletic, while Richard is in his 40's, and is still very fit but much more muscular than Marty. One thing they have in common is the same brilliant smile. I wondered what else they might have in commonβdo huge cocks run in families?
Richard came in a few more times after that, and every time I talked to him I thought I was getting a vibe from him, and some flirtatious looks, but I never really had the opportunity to make a move. Once when I mentioned to Marty how hot his uncle was, he said something like, "How can you like him? He looks like a gorilla!" It sounded like jealousy to me, so I figured that if I had sex with his uncle, that would probably be the end of sex with Marty, and I wasn't quite ready to give that up yet!
One day Marty mentioned that he and Richard were going away for the weekend, to a town a couple of hours away, and that they would probably be hooking up with a girl there.
"Wait a minute. One girl?" I asked. "How's that going to work?"
"Tag team!" he said with a laugh. I was shocked, not because of what they had planned (I've done that sort of thing myself, after all), but because I didn't think Marty was the type. I knew he had his wild side, of course, but I'd never been able to completely bring it out. Thinking about the two of them with the same girl made me horny and jealous all at the same time. The day before they were due to leave, Marty found out that the girl wasn't going to be able to make it, after all. He was disappointed, but I was ecstatic. I started figuring out a way to meet up with them myself. I told my husband that I was having a girls' night out and that I was going to spend the night with one of my friends afterward.
The whole drive out of town was torture. I couldn't concentrate on the road; I was shifting back and forth in my seat, and I could feel the wetness from my pussy soaking through my panties. After what seemed like days, I finally got to their hotel. I sent Marty a text message asking what his room number was, because I wanted to send him a surprise.
"215. What kind of surprise???" he wrote back.