My wife Linda and I had been married for about three years. They had been, fun, happy years for the most part. Linda was a sweet, loving gal and I was crazy about her. In those three years I had committed just one tiny little act of infidelity. I never even intended to do it, it just happened one night when I picked Linda up after she had been to one of those naughty underwear parties. The girls all had plenty to drink while they tried on various pieces of sexy clothing, I hear they had a great giggle. Lindaâs friend Marion was pretty sloshed, so Linda asked if we could drive her home. The route took us past our place, and Linda asked me to drop her off first, as she was pretty tired. Marion was a pretty thing, dark haired, nicely built. She came up front after Linda got out. She was exceedingly friendly as we drove to her place, sitting close to me, her breath warm in my ear, playing with the hair on the back of my head with one hand while she put her other hand high up on my thigh. Meanwhile she was rubbing against my arm with her tits, I could feel her nipple hard against my arm.
When we got to her place she kissed me, pushing her tongue into my mouth, meanwhile stroking up and down my prick gently with her fingertips. She unzipped my fly and took my prick out. It was hard as a rock. She took it between the tips of her fingers, stroking it for a while, then she bent over and kissed the tip. She took it into her mouth, licking it along the underside. I kept telling her we shouldnât be doing this, but she ignored me and kept on giving me this fantastic blow job, slow with a flickering tongue, then faster and deeper. When I finally came she took my load into her mouth, then she looked me right in the eye and swallowed it. Linda never would let me come in her mouth, let alone swallowing it, so it was pretty special to have this lovely woman give me this fabulous blowjob. Afterwards, Marion made it plain that that I could have more of the same, or for that matter anything else I wanted, anytime I wanted. I was sorely tempted, believe me I was, but I really loved Linda, and I never followed up on it.
I donât know how Linda found out about it, but she did, and boy did she give me hell. I tried to explain that I never intended to do anything, that it was all Marionâs idea, but that didnât seem to matter. She was real pissed off at me for weeks. I promised never to do it again, and finally she seemed to let it go. As far as I knew, Linda had never cheated on me. Until this particular day.
Now most guys consider Linda to be quite an attractive girl. She stands about 5'8" tall, slim with long blond hair. She bounces and sways sweetly as she walks, and her tits do this lovely jiggle. Meanwhile she smiles at you with this sweet, innocent, open, friendly smile. Her face is not quite pretty, but pleasant, and she has a gay, outgoing personality, a good sense of humor, and I gotta say her figure is great. She has full ripe breasts with large brown aureoles and pink nipples that get big and hard whenever she is hot, which is often. She has a surprisingly skinny waist, and a beautiful heart shaped ass, which also jiggles when she walks. Linda likes to dress sexy, sometimes she goes without underwear under a tight outfit, just to get all that stuff jiggling. All in all she is a beautiful, sexy girl, and I thought I was the luckiest guy in the world.
The day I am about to tell you about was without a doubt the most erotic, yet at the same time the most disturbing day of my entire life. It happened one day when Linda decided to try marijuana for the very first time. At the time I was working for an electric company, working on a line truck. I was a ground hand, what they call a grunt, the guy who passes tools and supplies up to the linemen who work on the poles. We were working on a job not very far away from the rental house where I was living with Linda. I suggested to the guys that we should stop by my house to eat our lunches. The guys on the truck were always talking about women, and I guess I must have thought that I would show off what a babe I was married to.
The crew of the truck consisted of Lennie, the foreman, a tough but wise old bastard, and chubby dirty-minded Cookie, the driver. Then there were two grunts. One was myself, the other was a young kid we called Popeye, on account of how his eyes popped out whenever he saw a pretty girl. And then there were the two linemen, the hotshots who worked on the poles. One was a guy named Luke, he was an OK guy. The other guy was Littlejohn, a wiseass, foulmouthed Swede. If I thought Cookie had a dirty mind, he was little miss innocent next to Littlejohn. When he was up on the pole, he was always trying to look into back yards and windows to see what he could see. The way he talked, he saw a lot. I tended to believe that all his stories were bullshit, but one time Luke said I would be surprised at what you can see from up there. Luke was a quiet guy, and did not talk much most of the time, although after a few beers he had some amazing tales to tell.
The guys thought it was a great idea to have lunch at my house. The house was out in the country back of town, where we could take a long lunch without being noticed. We pulled up to the house and parked the truck around back, and went to the kitchen door. I opened up and went in, calling to Linda.
âHi, honeyâ, she called out, âwhat are you doing home so earlyâ. She walked into the kitchen. It was a warm day and she was buck naked. She looked at me with that sweet smile of hers, then she saw the men following in behind me. She covered her tits with one hand and her crotch with the other and screamed. I pushed the guys back out the door, and closed it behind them. For sure Lennie and Luke had seen the show, probably the others too.
âYou assholeâ she screamed. âYou call before you bring people home during the dayâ she continued. She went on raving at me for minutes, chewing my ass up one side and down the other. Then all of a sudden she broke into a giggle. Truth is, Linda is a bit of an exhibitionist. Like they say, she likes to show her stuff off. âOh what the hell, bring the guys into the living room while I go put something onâ she concluded, walking out of the kitchen with a wicked twitch to her ass, looking back at me with a naughty grin.
I ushered the guys into the living room, and we all opened our lunch bags. Linda came down in a little yellow sundress, low cut front and back, and short in the skirt. I should have suspected something right then, the sundress was her killer outfit, one she wore when she really wanted to be noticed. From the way her tits jiggled and her nips stuck out, I was pretty certain she had not bothered with a bra. She brought up some cold beers from the fridge in the cellar and passed them around. The guys all made approving sounds. She opened one for herself, which was unusual. We chatted and drank. Linda was paying particular attention to Luke and Popeye, which didnât surprise me, but was also giving old Lennie a lot of her attention, which did. She was very animated and coquettish, I could tell she was kind of turned on by what had happened. The guys were pretty jazzed too, paying a lot of attention to her, which she was eating up.