I am a very sexual person. My parents divorced when I was young. My father was an immigrant, and wished to achieve the American dream of being a millionaire. He worked ridiculous hours and did not have a lot of time for his children. My mother also worked. When she was home, she was more of a friend than a parent to my siblings and I. I was not given many boundaries, and therefore, I exploited that.
I slept with many men in my younger years. And I developed a fierce sexual appetite. I had olive skin and dark features. My Persian-side provided an exotic look that men desired. But I also had classic curves. Large breasts, a thick ass, athletic build. Men desired me, I desired them. I had needs.
And then I met my now-husband, Tom. When we first got together, things sexually were very hot and heavy. But as time went on, his sexual desires seemed to wane. At first, I wondered if it was me or if he was having an affair. He always insisted it was not me, and spoke of stress at work, or that he was not feeling well. It made me feel as though I was not sexually desirable to him.
Everything else was great, which is why I married him. But these frustrations only got worse in the first months of our marriage. It was only natural that I would fill that need somehow. There were many candidates. His best friend, a new male co-worker, our neighbor. All seemed to show an interest. But the answer came over this holiday from two unlikely sources, and ended up being one of the sluttiest days of my life.
It was important to Tom and I to try to visit both families over the Christmas holiday. My family was spending Christmas Day at my Aunt and Uncle's new home. My husband's family was going to be at his parent's house. So we made arrangements to visit my husband's parents earlier in the day and then head to my Aunt and Uncle's that evening. I picked Tom's clothes for the day. I chose a festive vest and tie to go with some light tan khaki corduroy pants. I chose a silk red blouse and black skirt that went to just above my knee with some glittery thigh-high stockings underneath.
When we went to my in-laws, we spent much of our time in their basement. They had finished it into quite the showcase. They had a full-bar with draft beer, a giant tv complete with sound system, a pool table, and a wine cellar. We were planning on having an early afternoon dinner, but in the meantime we ate Christmas cookies and opened gifts.
My mother-in-law was very domestic, but my father-in-law was a retired businessman who had been extremely successful. He had just retired this past year, and spent much of his time traveling to play golf with many of his best old work associates around the country. My husband had confided in me that he thought his father had cheated on his Mom many times, but they had never divorced.
I saw why he thought that. Tom's father, Big John as many called him including myself, was not just a titan of industry. He was extremely attractive. He was tall, 6'3". He was in incredible physical shape, especially for a man of 60 years. He just looked...virile.
At some point, Jane, Tom's mother, said the meat was probably ready and she was going to get the rest of the food ready. She asked Tom for assistance cutting the meat upstairs. "Are you going to be okay down here?" Tom inquired.
"Yes," I said.
"Why don't we play some pool?!" boomed Big John.
"Sure!" I agreed. Tom smiled and nodded and headed upstairs with his Mom.
Big John and I had not really spent a lot of time alone together before. Every time I did, I felt a little nervous. He was this extremely handsome, successful, older man. I tried to keep from thinking about him too often because, I really was quite attracted to him. I got the feeling, he knew that too. But it never stopped him from checking me out, even in front of his son and wife. He seemed to do whatever the hell he wanted, and I think that alpha-maleness attracted me even more. Especially now that my husband was not meeting my sexual needs.
Big John and I started to chat as he ran the table the first game. He smelled amazing, I was not sure what aftershave he wore but it was intoxicating.
"Well, I am warmed up. Let's play for something, shall we?" he declared.
"Umm, I don't really play much so you'll just win! Why would I play for something?" I asked.
"Why, indeed! 20 bucks a ball, then?" he bellowed.
"I'm not even sure we have enough cash," I answered.
"Well, we will figure something out," he said as he broke.
Needless to say, he ran the table again.
"We will play again after dinner, give you a chance to win your money back," he said.
"Big John, we're leaving after dinner," I replied.
"Oh," a smile crept across his face. "If you can't pay up, what do you say I get a look at those ta-ta's."
"Big John!" I laughed. "You can't be serious."
"Oh, you know I am."
He had a devious smile on his face. He looked devilishly handsome in that moment. And he was staring holes in my blouse.
"I guess...but right here? Tom or Jane could come down here at any minute."
