Over the course of at least a couple of months my wife has been bringing up this guy that she refers to as the kid.
Meaning that he’s the kid working at the Piggly Wiggly that rolls her groceries out to the car and loads them into the back of her SUV.
I hear her say things like.
“ He flirts with me. “
“ I caught him gazing down my blouse.”
“ He likes me to lead the way to the car. I can feel him undressing me with his eyes. “
That last one made me laugh.
I’m somewhat amused by all this. My wife Misty is like me she’s in her mid 50’s. The word Hot is not the way I’d describe her. She’s short and chubby. And you strip away the makeup and auburn hair coloring you’d easily see the signs of age coming up fast on her.
Maybe Cougar wife may be appropriate.
Like I said I’m definitely interested in where this is going. And pretty sure I’ll allow her a pass if she wants to play around.
“ You better be careful! I don’t want to have to bail you out of jail. Or crack open my 401k to pay some fucking lawyer to get you out of it. “
I’m sort of thinking like a set up. Sort of like the police sending in a teenager to a store, just to bust whoever is working checkout for selling beer without checking ID first.
Or like they do by dressing up a police lady like a whore then busting the guy that propositions her.
“ No that ain’t happening he’s old enough. “
She says confidently.
“ What about his crazy Gen z girlfriend? Is she gonna kick your ass? “
“ No that little girl ain’t gonna kick my ass. “
Misty says with a laugh.
So she knows him well enough that he’s old enough and he does obviously have a girlfriend.
So maybe that means he’s got a little experience and can give her a good quality fuck.
Misty usually goes shopping on Thursday afternoons after work.
I get home a little earlier take a quick shower pop a couple of Viagra’s then slip on some shorts and a tee shirt and wait patiently on the couch.
About 5:30 her SUV pulls into the carport. I go out to help with the groceries of course.
Of course she’s still dressed for success. Though her silk white blouse is unbuttoned a little more to be respectable, if you know what I mean?
She’s still in her bra though. I’ve seen her come home bra less before and that’s usually when I’ve expected that she’s had an affair.
Her hosed legs looks pretty good I can imagine a young stud like him hearing the erotic clicking and clacking of her high heels as she struts along pushing her grocery buggy.
I can just see him and all the stock boys turning to get a look at the woman wearing them.
Then there is that tight leather skirt she likes to wear.
Misty refers to this as dressing for success.
Though to me her outfit says “ Fuck Me! “ All over it.
As a realtor like her mother was. Who also dressed this way, way past her prime also.
She does bring in some good paychecks. So maybe it is a successful look.
I open the back of her SUV, she bends over to gather some of the bags.
“ The kid made a pass at me today. “
Just hearing that just made my dick twitch.
I then slapped my hand against the cheek of her ass and gave it a squeeze.
“ Can’t say that I blame him for that! “
I said before grabbing a few of the bags myself.
The Viagra was obviously working pretty good, my dick twitched a second time following her into the kitchen.
I barely could resist her just long enough to get the milk, eggs and frozen stuff put away.
I then dropped and kicked my shorts away then stroked myself watching her with her back to me. Arm stretched upwards putting away a can of soup into the cabinet.
I then made my move going right for the zipper of her skirt. Then snatched it down.
“ No panties Bitch? “
I said in an angry tone, smacking her fat ass hard before sliding my hand down to examine her pussy.
Her cunts shaved clean, my fingers slip into her with ease. She’s sopping wet.
“ You ask that as if you’re jealous or something?…Don’t you trust me? “
She asks with her right fingers quickly unbuttoning her blouse.
She turns looking at me from over her shoulder and puckered her lips.
We kiss passionately.
As I get her out of her top and bra. Her big double D’S just spill out of her bra.
One of her best assets is her amazingly big tits.
Actually they’d be bigger but she had a reduction some years back and it made them look more perky and not sag as much. But her light pink cookie sized areola’s and thick puffy nipples has always been a turn on to me, as both my hands cup and squeeze them repeatedly.
As we kiss I feel a breeze blowing through the sliding glass door. . The sounds of birds fill the air. In the distance I hear a zero turn mower and weed eaters running in the backyard that backs against ours.
It was a crew of 4 Latinos they show up every week throughout the mowing season. One of them is going shirtless he’s young probably 19 or twenty, as they all probably are.
I break our kiss.
“ Tell me!…Do I have something to be jealous about? “
She looks down at my prick, which was pretty hard considering my age and this damn ED shit I’ve been dealing with.
She smiles and nods.
“ Fucking Bitch! “
I said to her spinning her around and bending her over the kitchen table. She immediately blushes seeing the guys outside working, as I plunge my cock into her.
I grabbed her long hair and pulled back, making her look at the guys outside working, as I’m pounding her.
“ Maybe we should step out on the patio and give them a real show? “
That made her blush more.
“ Want me to invite them over?…Don’t tell me that you ain’t got a thing for them to? “
Just so y’all know I’ve seen them all check her out while she goes to the mailbox.
The reason this is relevant is that the only time she goes to get the mail is when the lawn service shows up.
Within moments I felt her body tighten up. I thrust balls deep into her we come together in perfect sync.
I sigh feeling my dick go limp. I then step over to the couch and fall asleep almost instantly. My wife kicks off her slutty high heels leaving them in the kitchen floor. She goes to our room and collapsed on the bed and drifted off to sleep herself.
Hours later.
I wake up needing to piss. By then it’s dark outside, so I slide open the screen door step out and piss off the edge of the patio.
I look up after my piss and realized I’m looking right into the camera mounted to the house next door.
“ Shit!…Can’t get no God damn privacy anywhere anymore! “
I rush back inside and close the sliding glass door then draw the curtains.
For some reason I then hurry to put my shorts back on. As if it matters. I suppose I should leave everything off so when the police show up maybe I could avoid the strip search that would possibly come later.
I then pour myself a Jack and Coke, and take a hit from my wife’s vape device.
“ Ain’t this vaping shit great? It tastes like some fruity like stuff instead of cigarettes. “
Before moving on towards my recliner I hear my wife’s phone buzz from the counter top.
She’s got a message.
“ Interesting it’s from some guy named Chet. “
It had a picture of his dick.
“ Guess I do have something to be jealous about? “
This guy was fucking hung. Unfortunately he didn’t pose with a ruler beside it, but it was obvious that he was long and thick.
In my hands the phone buzzed again and the picture was followed by a video.
“ Mrs. Allen this is what I do every night thinking about you. “
He then proceeded to Jack himself off.
I stood there holding the phone with my mouth agape. I was sort of shocked at this and had quite a few emotions about it.
Yeah of course I’m pissed off what man wouldn’t be?
But then I was yeas jealous but also turned on knowing some young guy like this finds my wife attractive enough to fuck.
And then I saw him shoot his load. The first shot blasted high into the air, followed by the rest that splattered against his chest and abdomen.
“ Damn! That was one Hell of a cum shot! “
I mumbled to myself, wishing I could still shoot a load like that.
He then wiped up his mess with his palm and licked it from his hand.
“ Oh that’s sick! “
I said with a sigh.
“ Maybe next time you’ll be with me to lick me clean! “
I shivered hearing that before refocusing and realizing that the video was sent to my wife and not me.
Yeah I’m not into guys so you gay guys ain’t gonna hear me talk about how adorable he is. Or what a sweet ass he’s got. Or how tight his hole is cause I have no idea and don’t want to know.
But for a Gen z type I’ll say he’s fit and muscular in other words he doesn’t look all feminine, but he did lick up his own cum. I don’t exactly know what to do with that? Does that mean he’s bi or something else? After all Gen z gets all this press about all these fucking pronouns so I don’t know what he identifies as I just know he’s a guy and that’s how I’ll describe him.
He has somewhat long blonde hair. And blue eyes and he’s a white guy. I’m sure that’s probably a turn off to most these days but that’s what he is.
I hear my wife up moving about so I quickly put her phone back where I found it.
She yawns and stretched coming back into the kitchen. Since I last seen her she’s parted with her garter belt and stockings and was just wearing a long white night shirt.
“ Gimme that! “
She said snatching her vape device up from the arm of my chair. She pushed the button and inhaled deeply, then exhales and goes to her phone seeing that she’s got messages.
She then looks my way curiously wondering if I’ve been looking at her phone.
I play it off Cool like, by just taking another sip of my drink and look towards the Tv.
“ Jimmy Fallen is on, you want to see what he has to say about Trump tonight? “
“ Hell no!…Why the Hell you watching that shit. “
I cringe and laugh at the same time, expecting her to throw a lamp, book, laptop or anything else across the room at me in a rage.
But one thing that didn’t get thrown was that phone. She took it and hurried back to the bedroom.
I took another sip of my drink and.
“ Fucking bitch didn’t even offer to cook me anything to eat tonight? “
So again I go to the freezer and throw a chicken pot pie in the microwave. Then go take another piss. This time I go to the bathroom, I probably don’t need to press my luck with pissing in front of the neighbors camera.
As I pass the bedroom door I hear one of my wife’s vibrators running and her moaning.
I look down at my dick, it’s hanging limp in my shorts. I look in the fridge at the plastic bag of my injectable ED stuff, and ponder shooting it up. It gives me a better longer lasting boner than the pills do.
Microwave beeps.
“Ah fuck it! It’s too much work anyway.”
So I get the pot pie out, pour me another Jack and Coke and sit down and eat alone at the table, knowing that the seeds have been sewn for my wife’s next affair and all there was to do was to sit back and wait for it.
Meaning that he’s the kid working at the Piggly Wiggly that rolls her groceries out to the car and loads them into the back of her SUV.
I hear her say things like.
“ He flirts with me. “
“ I caught him gazing down my blouse.”
“ He likes me to lead the way to the car. I can feel him undressing me with his eyes. “
That last one made me laugh.
I’m somewhat amused by all this. My wife Misty is like me she’s in her mid 50’s. The word Hot is not the way I’d describe her. She’s short and chubby. And you strip away the makeup and auburn hair coloring you’d easily see the signs of age coming up fast on her.
Maybe Cougar wife may be appropriate.
Like I said I’m definitely interested in where this is going. And pretty sure I’ll allow her a pass if she wants to play around.
“ You better be careful! I don’t want to have to bail you out of jail. Or crack open my 401k to pay some fucking lawyer to get you out of it. “
I’m sort of thinking like a set up. Sort of like the police sending in a teenager to a store, just to bust whoever is working checkout for selling beer without checking ID first.
Or like they do by dressing up a police lady like a whore then busting the guy that propositions her.
“ No that ain’t happening he’s old enough. “
She says confidently.
“ What about his crazy Gen z girlfriend? Is she gonna kick your ass? “
“ No that little girl ain’t gonna kick my ass. “
Misty says with a laugh.
So she knows him well enough that he’s old enough and he does obviously have a girlfriend.
So maybe that means he’s got a little experience and can give her a good quality fuck.
Misty usually goes shopping on Thursday afternoons after work.
I get home a little earlier take a quick shower pop a couple of Viagra’s then slip on some shorts and a tee shirt and wait patiently on the couch.
About 5:30 her SUV pulls into the carport. I go out to help with the groceries of course.
Of course she’s still dressed for success. Though her silk white blouse is unbuttoned a little more to be respectable, if you know what I mean?
She’s still in her bra though. I’ve seen her come home bra less before and that’s usually when I’ve expected that she’s had an affair.
Her hosed legs looks pretty good I can imagine a young stud like him hearing the erotic clicking and clacking of her high heels as she struts along pushing her grocery buggy.
I can just see him and all the stock boys turning to get a look at the woman wearing them.
Then there is that tight leather skirt she likes to wear.
Misty refers to this as dressing for success.
Though to me her outfit says “ Fuck Me! “ All over it.
As a realtor like her mother was. Who also dressed this way, way past her prime also.
She does bring in some good paychecks. So maybe it is a successful look.
I open the back of her SUV, she bends over to gather some of the bags.
“ The kid made a pass at me today. “
Just hearing that just made my dick twitch.
I then slapped my hand against the cheek of her ass and gave it a squeeze.
“ Can’t say that I blame him for that! “
I said before grabbing a few of the bags myself.
The Viagra was obviously working pretty good, my dick twitched a second time following her into the kitchen.
I barely could resist her just long enough to get the milk, eggs and frozen stuff put away.
I then dropped and kicked my shorts away then stroked myself watching her with her back to me. Arm stretched upwards putting away a can of soup into the cabinet.
I then made my move going right for the zipper of her skirt. Then snatched it down.
“ No panties Bitch? “
I said in an angry tone, smacking her fat ass hard before sliding my hand down to examine her pussy.
Her cunts shaved clean, my fingers slip into her with ease. She’s sopping wet.
“ You ask that as if you’re jealous or something?…Don’t you trust me? “
She asks with her right fingers quickly unbuttoning her blouse.
She turns looking at me from over her shoulder and puckered her lips.
We kiss passionately.
As I get her out of her top and bra. Her big double D’S just spill out of her bra.
One of her best assets is her amazingly big tits.
Actually they’d be bigger but she had a reduction some years back and it made them look more perky and not sag as much. But her light pink cookie sized areola’s and thick puffy nipples has always been a turn on to me, as both my hands cup and squeeze them repeatedly.
As we kiss I feel a breeze blowing through the sliding glass door. . The sounds of birds fill the air. In the distance I hear a zero turn mower and weed eaters running in the backyard that backs against ours.
It was a crew of 4 Latinos they show up every week throughout the mowing season. One of them is going shirtless he’s young probably 19 or twenty, as they all probably are.
I break our kiss.
“ Tell me!…Do I have something to be jealous about? “
She looks down at my prick, which was pretty hard considering my age and this damn ED shit I’ve been dealing with.
She smiles and nods.
“ Fucking Bitch! “
I said to her spinning her around and bending her over the kitchen table. She immediately blushes seeing the guys outside working, as I plunge my cock into her.
I grabbed her long hair and pulled back, making her look at the guys outside working, as I’m pounding her.
“ Maybe we should step out on the patio and give them a real show? “
That made her blush more.
“ Want me to invite them over?…Don’t tell me that you ain’t got a thing for them to? “
Just so y’all know I’ve seen them all check her out while she goes to the mailbox.
The reason this is relevant is that the only time she goes to get the mail is when the lawn service shows up.
Within moments I felt her body tighten up. I thrust balls deep into her we come together in perfect sync.
I sigh feeling my dick go limp. I then step over to the couch and fall asleep almost instantly. My wife kicks off her slutty high heels leaving them in the kitchen floor. She goes to our room and collapsed on the bed and drifted off to sleep herself.
Hours later.
I wake up needing to piss. By then it’s dark outside, so I slide open the screen door step out and piss off the edge of the patio.
I look up after my piss and realized I’m looking right into the camera mounted to the house next door.
“ Shit!…Can’t get no God damn privacy anywhere anymore! “
I rush back inside and close the sliding glass door then draw the curtains.
For some reason I then hurry to put my shorts back on. As if it matters. I suppose I should leave everything off so when the police show up maybe I could avoid the strip search that would possibly come later.
I then pour myself a Jack and Coke, and take a hit from my wife’s vape device.
“ Ain’t this vaping shit great? It tastes like some fruity like stuff instead of cigarettes. “
Before moving on towards my recliner I hear my wife’s phone buzz from the counter top.
She’s got a message.
“ Interesting it’s from some guy named Chet. “
It had a picture of his dick.
“ Guess I do have something to be jealous about? “
This guy was fucking hung. Unfortunately he didn’t pose with a ruler beside it, but it was obvious that he was long and thick.
In my hands the phone buzzed again and the picture was followed by a video.
“ Mrs. Allen this is what I do every night thinking about you. “
He then proceeded to Jack himself off.
I stood there holding the phone with my mouth agape. I was sort of shocked at this and had quite a few emotions about it.
Yeah of course I’m pissed off what man wouldn’t be?
But then I was yeas jealous but also turned on knowing some young guy like this finds my wife attractive enough to fuck.
And then I saw him shoot his load. The first shot blasted high into the air, followed by the rest that splattered against his chest and abdomen.
“ Damn! That was one Hell of a cum shot! “
I mumbled to myself, wishing I could still shoot a load like that.
He then wiped up his mess with his palm and licked it from his hand.
“ Oh that’s sick! “
I said with a sigh.
“ Maybe next time you’ll be with me to lick me clean! “
I shivered hearing that before refocusing and realizing that the video was sent to my wife and not me.
Yeah I’m not into guys so you gay guys ain’t gonna hear me talk about how adorable he is. Or what a sweet ass he’s got. Or how tight his hole is cause I have no idea and don’t want to know.
But for a Gen z type I’ll say he’s fit and muscular in other words he doesn’t look all feminine, but he did lick up his own cum. I don’t exactly know what to do with that? Does that mean he’s bi or something else? After all Gen z gets all this press about all these fucking pronouns so I don’t know what he identifies as I just know he’s a guy and that’s how I’ll describe him.
He has somewhat long blonde hair. And blue eyes and he’s a white guy. I’m sure that’s probably a turn off to most these days but that’s what he is.
I hear my wife up moving about so I quickly put her phone back where I found it.
She yawns and stretched coming back into the kitchen. Since I last seen her she’s parted with her garter belt and stockings and was just wearing a long white night shirt.
“ Gimme that! “
She said snatching her vape device up from the arm of my chair. She pushed the button and inhaled deeply, then exhales and goes to her phone seeing that she’s got messages.
She then looks my way curiously wondering if I’ve been looking at her phone.
I play it off Cool like, by just taking another sip of my drink and look towards the Tv.
“ Jimmy Fallen is on, you want to see what he has to say about Trump tonight? “
“ Hell no!…Why the Hell you watching that shit. “
I cringe and laugh at the same time, expecting her to throw a lamp, book, laptop or anything else across the room at me in a rage.
But one thing that didn’t get thrown was that phone. She took it and hurried back to the bedroom.
I took another sip of my drink and.
“ Fucking bitch didn’t even offer to cook me anything to eat tonight? “
So again I go to the freezer and throw a chicken pot pie in the microwave. Then go take another piss. This time I go to the bathroom, I probably don’t need to press my luck with pissing in front of the neighbors camera.
As I pass the bedroom door I hear one of my wife’s vibrators running and her moaning.
I look down at my dick, it’s hanging limp in my shorts. I look in the fridge at the plastic bag of my injectable ED stuff, and ponder shooting it up. It gives me a better longer lasting boner than the pills do.
Microwave beeps.
“Ah fuck it! It’s too much work anyway.”
So I get the pot pie out, pour me another Jack and Coke and sit down and eat alone at the table, knowing that the seeds have been sewn for my wife’s next affair and all there was to do was to sit back and wait for it.
