by F H John
When that was over, my wife quickly excused herself. I knew what that meant too.
Chakote showed up moments later. Just in time too. It was almost kick off time, even though it was the Packers against the Cowboys. We all knew it would be a blow out. The Packers were killing it all season.
Even though Chakote just arrived, I was distracted. I had a bigger problem than greeting my friend. When Jayden sat Giselle down, I couldn’t help but glance at his crotch. He was definitely hard. It was something I never really thought about too much before, but it was clear in Jayden’s case, that the cliché was true. He was black and his bulge was monstrous. All of my friends commonly bragged about their size and girth, but I always shrugged it off as Bravado. I thought they meant huge as in seven or eight inches. Judging from what I saw, Jayden was probably eight inches soft.
My problem was that I kept picturing Giselle lying on our bed, naked, with her legs spread open, gasping as he fed it into her. I know firsthand how tight my wife is. As long as it didn’t hurt her, I wanted to watch him stretch her out. I wanted that bad. The idea made my dick ache.
“Chakote!” Hill cried out as our friend came back in from the kitchen. Hill stood up and they slapped each other’s back, giving each other the typical man style hug. Barker followed and Jayden stayed seated. I think he was too worried about exposing the fact that he still had an erection to stand up and follow suit. I had the same problem.
“How’s it hanging boys,” Chakote said.
“Fuck an aye dude. You’ve been missing all the fun,” Hill said. “We’ve all been taking turns on Ron-Ron’s wife!” He was jokingly exaggerating. I saw the humor and I couldn’t help but laugh along.
“The fuck?” Chakote said.
“It’s true,” I said adding to the fun. “She’s been slutting it up for us tonight.”
He looked at each of his in turn in disbelief. “You’re fucking with me, right?”
Barker broke early. “Nah, dude. I mean she’s looking hot as hell, for sure. She’s got on these fuck me pants that just won’t fucking quit and a t-shirt that I can’t stop staring at. She even let us grab her ass, but that’s it, man. Other than that, you ain’t missed shit!” He laughed hard. Chakote wasn’t following.
Chakote gave me a serious look. “You been letting these exercise frogs manhandle your wife, dude. Are you nuts? I mean, I know we talk shit with you, dude, but it’s just talk. Or so I thought.”
Chakote was the only one of us who didn’t work in the exercise equipment business. He was one of the purest blooded Cherokees on record and he showed it. He worked for the Casinos and next to me, he was the richest man of the bunch. He also had tattoos all over and we called him Chakote, because he resembled the Star Trek Character. After we started calling him that, he got a tattoo just like the show’s character had.
“You guys are friends, right? Do I have to worry?”
“Nah, man,” Chakote said. “I’m just shitting you. Where’s she at? I want my share. But don’t you get pissed if I can’t stop once I get started. Your wife’s hot as fuck, dude.”
“I know, I know. You tell me all the time,” I said, but I still liked hearing it. Mostly because it’s true.
I heard my phone buzzing on the table next to me. I picked it up to see another text from Giselle.
Wow, that was awesome. I just had the most amzing orgasm of my life! Thank you, thank you, thank you for letting me do that!
Yw I responded.
Giselle came out a moment later and I swear Chakote about shit his pants. His jaw hung loose on his face and his eyes lit up.
“Get your ass over hear and let me check out that outfit.” He pointed at the floor and snapped his fingers.
Giselle gave him a huge smile and walked to the center of the living room. He twirled his fingers at her, signaling for her to spin for him, which she gladly did—slowly.
He held out a hand and she took it. He placed his hand on her stomach, tracing her hip and the top line of her jeans. She let him without arguing and it looked to me like her knees were ready to buckle as his fingers slid lower onto her abdomen. He lured her in closer and his hand went around to her ass. He caressed her buttocks gently, cupping it, squeezing her ass cheek as if her were testing a package of meat.
“Wow, dude. I been dreaming of this day since I met her,” he said looking at me. He left his hand cupping her ass, which was becoming more of a grope. She looked like she was dazed with excitement.
“You better tell me to stop before I lay her ass on the floor and split her open!” he said with a smile. “Don’t test me either, dude. You know I’ll do it.”
“Stop, stop,” I said with an exaggerated tone.
He pulled his hand away and started to straighten up.
“Wait. Slap her on the ass one time to let her know she’s a bad girl,” I quipped.
“Ronald,” she teased. “God, you perv!” She didn’t mean it though. We all knew that because she turned and bent over slightly, presenting her ass to him, which he immediately slapped sharply, prompting an ‘mmm’ sound from her.
The seating arrangements are always a little tight when the guys all come over, but Giselle normally volunteers to bring in a kitchen chair, which she usually spins backward, sitting with her chin propped on the back, while she watches (or pretends to watch) the game. I had a feeling she wouldn’t want to be that far from the guys and I was right.
Chakote sat next to me with Hill on his right. Giselle came up, so she could squeeze in between me and Chakote. We each inched over, so she could get in, but it was a tight fit.
Neither of us minded, though.
I think a part of me knew before any of this began that if I ever gave in to my friend’s requests and talked Giselle into dressing more provocatively, that it would end with them conquering her. If I knew anything about them at all, it was that, wives or not, these men couldn’t help themselves around beautiful women. Up to that point, they were always able to contain themselves because Giselle always dressed like a Tom-boy and she averted flirtation, which was their methodology. Jokingly, the guys always told me that if I ever let Giselle dress in skimpy clothing, that all bets would be off. They told me they would treat her the same as they treated the rest of their conquests. They’d take what they wanted from her, without apologies.
True to form, when Giselle sat next to us, Chakote’s hand went to her leg almost immediately. He allowed his hand to drift casually up and down her leg. Mine went to the other leg, putting her in heaven. I could see it in her face and sense it in her breathing. We were driving her bat-shit.
“Shit,” she said, suddenly. “I almost forgot! Chakote, do you need a beer, or a snack?” she asked him.
“I’ll get it,” he said. “I am thirsty.”
Before he could react, Giselle was off her seat, headed for the kitchen. She kept walking without looking back, but Chakote wasn’t giving in. He followed her in, glancing my way as he walked around the couch into the dining room. I knew right then that he was losing the battle of his intentions.
It didn’t surprise me. All of my friends are dogs when it comes to women. Jayden, Hill and Barker all sell exercise equipment. Our company is old school when it comes to sales. We sell to gyms, but we don’t limit ourselves to that. We go door to door, selling our wares to whoever will buy.
The guys have a ton of stories about lonely wives they meet along the way. Most of their stories are about wealthy wives who don’t have to work. They knock on the doors of these households and it’s almost as if they don’t have to try most of the time. These bored women often take the lead, offering themselves to these salesman and letting them treat the women however they want to. According to the guys, the women love being treated like dirt. They are so used to being treated like ladies, that they welcome the difference and they are so used to being with wealthy, powerful men, that being with a lowly salesman turns them on too. The fact that my friends are built like warriors, doesn’t hurt either.
/> Chakote’s methods are a little different, but the results are the same. As a matter of fact, he’s the most aggressive out of all of them.
I gave them a minute to relax in there, but I wasn’t naïve enough to think that they would stick to grabbing a beer real quick. They were alone. They were together and they were both horny as fuck. The problem was that I didn’t want too much to happen without being able to see it. The rest of the guys were watching the game as if nothing was out of the ordinary, but I knew I was missing something in the kitchen.
I’m not normally the type to spy, but in this case, I had to make an exception. I got up and walked quietly toward the kitchen. The dining room gave me enough cover to hide myself from both the guys in the living room and what was happening in the kitchen. I could hear them as soon as I was within peeking range of the kitchen.
“You know I adore both you and Ron, right?” Chakote said.
“Of course. We feel the same,” she answered.
“I hate doing this to Ron, but there’s no way I can ignore you. Not dressed like this.”
I took a chance and peeked around the corner. Luckily, Giselle was the one facing me. She had her back to the far counter and Chakote had his back to me. Giselle saw me, but she didn’t let on.
“You hate doing what?” she asked with fake innocence. We’re just getting a beer.” She reached her hand forward. Her eyes had fuck me written all over them as she traced the outline of his bulky chest. She widened her stance, as if to present herself to him. It was an invitation and he took it.
Chakote leaned forward, bending as he went. He brought his mouth to hers and she received it. Their mouths yawned open and they kissed with sloppy tongues, as his hands groped her ass hungrily. Her hands were just as greedy. She was stroking him through his jeans, which were bulging like a rocket ready to launch.
I felt like I was too. Watching Giselle fool around made me want to cum so bad I could hardly stand it.
Surprisingly, it was Giselle who broke the kiss.
“We can’t stay in here too long,” she said. “I’m sure Ron won’t leave us alone for too long. That was hot, though. Damn!”
“This game blows,” Hill said as I sat back on the couch. “Fucking Cowboys suck dick!”
Chakote and Giselle sat down a few seconds later and I could almost feel her heart pounding. Maybe it was his.
It didn’t surprise me to see his hand drift immediately back to her leg and I was equally unsurprised that her hand suddenly seemed comfortable sitting on his upper thigh. Of course, I couldn’t be left out, so I put mine back on her thigh and she returned the favor to me, looking over at me, she gave me a nervous and excited grin. Her eyes made her look drunk, but she hadn’t had a drop.
She reached up with the hand closest to me, bringing it to the other side of my head, drawing my head closer to her, so she could whisper into my ear. In a voice barely loud enough for me to hear, she said, “you watched me kiss him.” I nodded ever so slightly. “Did you like seeing it?” I nodded again.
“If he tries to fuck me, I’m going to let him. Would you like to watch that too?”
Again, I nodded.
“Pervert,” she said. “You’re a fucking pervert.”
One last time. I nodded. I knew that much already. Sometimes the guys say nasty shit about the things they want to do to her. I pretend that it bothers me when they say it, but it doesn’t. I like it when they talk dirty about my wife.
Chakote doesn’t seem bothered too much that I’m in the room. His hand caresses her thigh openly and she returns the favor, placing her hand on his thigh, resting it there. I can see the bulge trailing down his pants. He isn’t fully hard and his cock looks huge as it points like an arrow toward her wrist, which looks about the same size. I can’t help but wonder how large he is when he’s fully erect, or whether she could even take him inside of her. A part of me wants to know.
Could she handle him? Would she stretch that much?
“Well, I guess I should grab myself another beer,” Hill says. He leans forward as if to get up, but Giselle beats him to it.
“No, no. Watch the game. I’m here to serve all of your needs tonight.” She hops from the couch and bounds back into the kitchen and every eye in the room stares at her half-exposed ass as she leaves the living room.
Giselle came back a minute later with a beer in her hand. She leaned across him to set his beer on the end table and his hand snakes to her mid-thigh, between her legs. She didn’t fight him, or try to move away, Instead, she stood back up and widened her stance a little.
“You better watch it, Hill. My husband might get up and kick your ass for that!” she says with a big smile. Everyone laughs, but he doesn’t move his hand. He does just the opposite of removing his hand. He slides it further up her leg, grabbing the meatiest part of her thigh and he drags her forward. She spins around, landing on his lap in a sitting position.
“Didn’t you say you were here to serve all my needs? Right now, I need you on my lap.”
Giselle didn’t fight him. She kicked her leg over so that she straddling him in his chair. Her ass planted directly over his crotch.
“My, my grandma, what a big broom you have!” she says.
“Better to sweep you with, Little Red Riding Hood,” Hill joined in.
She looked so tiny sitting on top of him like that. His hands settle on her stomach, but they don’t sit still. Laying fully back on him as he sits back in his chair, she looks comfortable there. Her head is resting just next to his chin and she’s looking at me, looking at her. Her hands fall to the sides as if he’s somehow sucking the energy from her. Maybe in a way he is. I let him trace her stomach muscles with his fingers without complaining as he looks at me, gauging my reaction. I know he’s wondering how far I’ll actually let him go. I can’t kick his ass or anything. He outweighs me by at least sixty pounds of pure muscle, but we really are friends and I don’t think he wants that to end any more than I do.
Friends share, though. Don’t they?
Her jeans sit so low on her hips and I love seeing his fingers glide over her hips, tickling against her slightly tanned skin. I love how she’s not arguing with him as his fingers threaten their way lower onto her waist line, her hips beginning to move ever so slightly as if she’s encouraging him to do more. I can tell he’s teasing her. He’s taking his time, getting her hot for him. It’s working. Her eyes flutter as his fingers glide down further, inching their way toward the button that could release her sweet spot. The shape of her monkey is evident beneath her jeans and instead of loosing the button, his fingers cover her mound and caress it.
“Oh, God,” she moans out. “Ronald is here, Hill. He sees what you’re doing to me.”
“A dirty secret about your husband, Giselle. I think he likes this kind of shit.”
“No,” she says. “He loves me. He would never let you do this to me.”
He laughs. “He does love you. He adores the very ground you walk on, but the guys and I have talked about this before and we’re pretty sure he’d let us do whatever we want to you.”
She looks up at him and he down at her. Their mouths come together and they kiss. I can see their tongues moving as they exchange spittle.
“No,” she breathes. “He won’t like it. He won’t let me do this.” She’s still in denial. I think she’s reflecting back to a time when she thinks her desires will make me leave her. I’ll never leave her, no matter what she does. She knows that, I think, but she’s scared that I might anyway. Even though I told her I wouldn’t.
“We say nasty things about you all the time, but he never asks us to stop,” he says ever their lips part.
It sobers her up a little. She looks at him, at me, and then at the other guys.
“What kind of nasty things, Ronald?” She sounds startled and offended, but it’s a fake sounding startled and offended. Her eyes are candles in her head, ideas spinning, like webs sparkling with dew.
Oops. I guess my secret
’s out.
Body of Works
Cabin Heat: Hunting isn’t just a time for sitting in the woods with a gun in your lap, waiting for deer. It’s also a time to get away from the boring, repetition of normal life. Guys aren’t the only ones that had north in Michigan every Thanksgiving season. Guys sneak away to hunt deer, but women also sneak away to hunt the hunters. And they have an appetite. Their even excited about being tied up. The higher testosterone levels bring out the primitive side of everyone up there.
When my daughter asks me to take her on this year’s hunting excursion, my first instinct is to say no. I know what we like to do to women up there and even though she’s a drop dead gorgeous college student, I still feel it’s my job to keep men out of her pants instead of inviting them in. Even though, up there, I’d prefer the latter. I try to convince her to drop it, but the more information I give her, the more she wants to go.
The Team’s Spirit: When I began to see my wife’s changes in behavior, I knew things were changing. A wife’s mid-life crisis displays differently than a man’s and it happens younger. When a woman feels like she’s missed her youth, her desires usually have a helmet. I didn’t say anything to her, because I enjoyed seeing her wearing skimpier clothing. I’m not the jealous type. When the softball team I coach starts to lose their motivation to play hard, I offer them an incentive. It’s one they can’t refuse, and my wife doesn’t object either.
Wild Women Box Set: Meet Millicent (Cabin Fever) as she learns to enjoy being tied up in her stepfather’s cabin, Leona (Party Favor) as she willingly gives herself to men one New Year’s Eve, Diana Miles (Library Play) as she exposes herself to higher and higher degrees until she’s caught by the administrator and rewarded for bad behavior, Jayna (Bussed) who let’s things get out of hand when being groped on the bus isn’t enough to satiate her hunger, and Lindsey (BBC for Christmas) who feels a lust for dark meat that her husband can’t fulfill without letting her have sex with someone else.
