2 A New Home

The post wedding charm had worn off. My wife and I became focused on our careers. She finished her nursing degree, I was moving up in sales.

Our next step was finding a nicer house in a quieter neighborhood. Our real estate agent was a saint of a woman. She knew exactly what we were looking for and worked tirelessly for what we wanted.

A quaint little ranch in a small, medium income community. It was perfect. It wasn't an uppity HOA site, but it also wasn't seedy.

We quickly made friends with our diverse set of neighbors. To our left was divorcée. Our right was a middle-aged woman tending to her elderly mother. There was a few newlyweds around. Some with kids, some without. Elderly couples. Some LGBT scattered around. We were happy!

About a year after we moved in, my wife received a significant promotion. With that promotion came an increase in pay. What better way to celebrate the occasion than with some drunken sex!?

We ate dinner at our favorite Italian joint. The wine was flowing, and I couldn't stop staring at her cleavage in a dangerously low cut top. As we drove back home from the restaurant, my right hand made its way to her inner thigh. I undid her jeans button and slipped my hand in.

Holy shit! She didn't have underwear on! I played around until we got home. We rushed to the bedroom, stripped naked, and I put her ass up on all fours. I entered her from behind. We fucked for awhile while my hands made their way from tits, to clit, tugging her ponytail, and back around again.

It must of been the wine, I don't know, but I blurted out: "I wish you had some guys fat cock in your mouth right now."

"Oh my God, Yes!" She exclaimed. Her hips moved faster, my dick got harder.

I didn't last much longer.