Hot Southern Night

    What will Steve think?  What will he say?  What will he do?  We have talked about this sort of thing a hundred times.  It’s been a running joke between us for many years.  I’ve always known or at least thought he would get more upset at me for bouncing a check than having another affair.  Did he really mean what he said or was it just all talk?  Would it really bother him?  He does have quite the perverted mind at times and didn’t seem to get all that upset after the first affair.  He just asked all sorts of questions, very detailed questions.  He would say the devil is in the details, the graphic details.  Still, I have to wonder how I’m going to tell him.  Should I say something like, “I know we have talked about this kind of thing a hundred times before but I couldn’t tell you because I thought you might get mad”.  Something like, “boy have I got something to tell you” might work.  There’s always the, “I have something to tell you but you have to promise not to get mad”.  I rehearsed what I wanted to say but nothing ever sounded quite right.

    Finally I decided to just call him and say whatever came to mind.  He wouldn’t get mad.  It wasn’t anything more than a screw and to tell the truth, I just really needed to get laid.  He always said I shouldn’t be afraid to have an adventure.  Is he serious or is this just a trick?  Is there an alternative motive for being so interested in my promiscuity?  I wish I knew for sure if it were safe to come clean.  I mean really, I don’t have anything to feel guilty about.  He told me to have another adventure.  All he wants is another story.

    I sit, twirling my hair, as I flip the telephone in my hands.  I dial his number and hang up before it rings.  Should I act as if I’m pissed off?  That always takes him out of the mood, for the most part anyway.  I take a deep breath and dial his number.  Before it rings I hang up.  I exhale and bang the phone against my forehead.  It’s going to come out sooner or later.  I should just go for it.  Then again, I could probably get away with never telling him and take this one to the grave.  What’s to be gained by me telling him?  Not having to worry about what I say.  Not getting those looks as he figures out what he somehow always seems to know.  In the end, I get freedom and another do over.  What does he get?  He gets one more erotic story to help get him through all those nights he spends alone.  What the hell, you only live once.  Or so the saying goes.  I sit back, take another deep breath, exhale and dial his number.  It starts to ring.  Part of me wants him to pick up and another part wants it to go to voice mail so I can leave a message.  That way he would call me, he would bring it up and I wouldn’t feel self conscious.  Before I could finish a thought I hear that all too familiar voice say “hey baby, what up”.  Think, think, think ..... what to say, what to say, what to say?  Ok, here it goes, I reply with “hey baby, I have something I want to tell you but you have to promise you won’t get mad”.  He says “this sounds serious; of course I won’t get mad.  Do you have another adventure for me”?  All I can think to say is “now that you mention it, I do have something I would like to talk about”.  He laughs and says “this should be good, tell me what’s on your mind”.

    I shift in my seat, take another hit off the joint I was smoking and begin.  Rene and I were talking about some problems she was having with Gary, her boyfriend.  He had been on anti-depressants for a while and it is affecting his ability to get and maintain an erection.  Rene has always been quite sexual and the non-sex thing is starting to get to her.  Everyone calls her easy but she’s my friend and we talk about everything.  Anyway, she thought maybe a threesome would get him excited enough to perform.  Having two naked ladies at the same time, isn’t that every man’s fantasy?  Steve agrees that it is and asks why Rene and I never wanted to have a threesome with him.  I reply that’s silly.  You are mine and I’m not going to share you with anyone.  Steve calls bullshit.  I tell him to hush so I can continue.  Rene asked if I would be interested.  She is sleeping with Gary and I had slept with him too.  It seemed like the natural progression of things to come.  It would be therapy for him.  I had been with one other woman in my life and the thrill of licking a pussy again was definitely on my mind.  With little to no hesitation I say “of course, sounds like fun”.  We planned to meet at this local bar called Square Knot.  We were going to have a few drinks, relax and then head to Gary’s house.

    We all got to the bar about the same time.  Gary grabbed a table and ordered a couple of drinks.  Rene and I head for the bathroom to do girl things.  Rene says Steve’s ex wife is tending bar.  I had been in there a few times and had talked to her but never knew who she was.  She didn’t know who I was either.  Anyway, we get to the table and Rene points and said that’s her.  They had a couple different female bartenders.  I tried to imagine which one was her.  I wasn’t all that surprised when I found who she turned out to be.  It didn’t take long for her to find out that I was the one doing her ex husband.  After that she stopped talking to me and started giving me dirty looks all the time.  I always wanted to talk to her to see what really happened between them but after she found out who I was, she wouldn’t give me the time of day.  I was getting into the music when Rene said “hey, Mike’s at the bar”.  I had slept with him before and so had she.  Steve had slept with this slut when we first started dating so fucking Mike seemed like the thing to do at the time.  That’s a whole different story.  I wasn’t there for him so I tried not to look in his direction.  I was about to light a cigarette when he came over with his lighter out.  He was trying to be quite the gentleman which just wasn’t in his redneck nature.  Actually he was just sniffing around trying to get laid.

    He sat down and bought us all a round of drinks.  We had been talking for a few minutes when he asked me to dance.  I was a little buzzed and we headed for the dance floor.  He wasn’t a very good dancer and didn’t like it when I started to lead but I wanted to dance so I didn’t care.  A slow song came on and he pulled me close.  His cologne was almost over bearing.  We rocked back and forth to the rhythm of the music.  He kept whispering in my ear, asking me to come back to his house.  I kept telling him that I already had plans and it wasn’t going to happen that night but maybe some other time.  He leaned down and started to kiss me.  Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the touch of a man.  I was tipsy, not thinking straight and kissed him back.  I never really thought that much about it.  Rene saw what was going on and came over to run interference.  She told me they wanted to go dance at Tootie’s, a country bar by the freeway.  I said, yeah, and told Mike, I guess I should go.  I pretty much thought that he would get the hint and move on to someone else.  Rene and I walked off the dance floor.  I grabbed my purse and we headed for the door.  I never looked back to see what he was doing.  I kept thinking about getting back to the night Rene, Gary and I had planned.

    We were pulling out of the parking lot when Mike stepped in front of the car.  Gary stopped and rolled down his window.  Mike said “Hey, nothing is going on here, how about I come with you”?  Gary was about to tell him to get lost when I piped up from the back seat “sure, why not”.  Gary looked at Rene.  She shrugged her shoulders and opened the door.  Mike got into the back seat with me and we headed towards Tootie’s.  We talked for a few minutes when he leaned over and started kissing me.  His hands went up my shirt, unhooked my bra and he started rubbing my tits.  His tongue was in my mouth and I could taste the cheap beer he had been drinking and the Marlboro cigarettes he had been smoking.  It reminded me of my ex husband.  He kept pulling me towards him.  He placed my hand on his crotch as he rubbed mine.  He kept whispering for me to suck his cock but I was too embarrassed because Rene and Gary were there.

    Gary was watching us in the rear view mirror while Rene messed with the radio.  Mike kept grinding his hips into me.  He unzipped my shorts and started pushing them down.  I tried to resist but it was no use.  I was too drunk, too horny and he was too big.  His hand was inside my shorts.  His fingers were messaging my pussy and I was feeling hot all over.  I was already wet as he pumped his finger deep into my pussy.  My body was letting go and I didn’t care who was watching.  We pulled in to the parking lot at Tootie’s and I told Rene and Gary that we would meet them inside.  We had to finish talking and would be in soon enough.

    As Gary and Rene walked toward the bar I lifted my shirt exposing my tits, pushed my shorts off, leaned back and spread my legs.  His fingers were exploring my hot wet pussy.  He started rubbing my asshole.  He got one finger in, pulled it out and pushed it back in deeper.  I moaned loudly and was about to cum when he pulled his cock out and told me to suck it.  He picked my body up, spun me around and lay back on the seat; I was on top with my pussy in his face as I worked his hard throbbing cock.  It was a tight squeeze as I straddled my legs around his head and brought my clit down to the tip of his tongue.  I was wrapping my tongue around this huge piece of meat as he pushed deeper into my mouth.  He kept saying “I want to fuck you, I want to fuck you”.  He repeated it over and over.  “In the ass”!  Lifting me off his body, he got out of the car and pulled me back by the hips so I’m on all fours with my ass toward the door.  I could feel the pressure of his cock pushing against me.  I bit my lip as he worked the head of his cock into my ass.  It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be until he grabbed my hips he began thrusting that big hard piece of meat into me.  I let out a little whimper in pain.  I guess it wasn’t quite what he expected so he pulled out, flipped me over, spun me around, pulled my shirt off, and told me to open up.  He threw my shirt on the top of the car.  I asked “when am I going to get mine”, he replied “next” and slid his cock into my mouth.  I could smell the musk of a hot southern night on his balls.  Thrust after thrust we worked his cock down my throat.  I could feel his body tense as his balls got tight and he started to cum.  I slid my finger up his ass as he pulled out and pumped his load all over my face and tits.  I was covered in cum.  He began rubbing his cum all over me.  His fingers were sliding all over my tits, in my mouth and down my stomach towards my pussy.  He fingered my clit until I came.

    When it was all over I lay there trying to catch my breath.  He said we should go in a get a drink.  I couldn’t find anything to clean myself off with so I did the best I could with my panties.  I slipped back into my shorts, going commando, and got out of the car.  It was a hot southern night but the breeze brought a chill to my naked chest making my nipples hard.  I found my bra and grabbed my shirt from the top of the car, got dressed and we headed into the bar.  I walked to the bathroom to get cleaned up and Mike went to get some drinks and find Rene and Gary.

    I came out of the bathroom and looked for Mike but didn’t see him.  I finally found Rene and Gary and asked if they had seen Mike, they hadn’t.  I sat down and Rene had to ask what we were talking about.  I said we were talking about fucking.  She asked if it was any good.  I said “it wasn’t bad”.  It was about what I remember from before.  A long pencil dick that wasn’t very thick.  Gary was staring off into space as Rene and I laughed.  She remembered it about the same way.  I looked around but didn’t see him.  Tootie’s is all about line dancing and the two-step.  The music was rocking so Rene and I went out and started line dancing.  Neither one of us was any good but it looked fun so we jumped in and tried it out.  First one song and then another.  We would leave for a drink, talk to Gary for a minute and head back to the dance floor.  Like most red neck bars, all you have to do is sit around for a few minutes and someone is going to ask you to dance.  If you don’t know how, they will teach you.  My pussy was still wet so I had to go into the bathroom and clean up every now and then.  I kept feeling my juices flowing down the inside of my thighs.  That’s just another draw back of going commando after having sex.  Good thing it was dark enough on the dance floor so no one noticed.  Just after last call we decided to head back.  Rene and I were drunk and wanted to continue with the night we had planned.  Gary was tired and wanted to sleep.  He was the only one that wasn’t drunk and he was driving so the night was about over.  We got in the car and went back to the Square Knot.

    When we pulled into the parking Gary asked me if I was ok to drive.  I said not really but that I would be fine.  Rene kept saying that I should go back with them.  That it wasn’t safe for me to drive.  Gary kept complaining about how tired he was.  He and Rene started to fight so I decided I was time for me to leave, I was going home.  I sat there for a few minutes letting my car warm up while I searched for something on the radio.  I backed out of my space and started to leave when Mike showed up.  He pulled up next to me.  I rolled down my window and asked him what the fuck happened.  Where the hell did he go?  He told me he got a phone call while he was in the bathroom, something about his son.  He saw a friend at the bar and asked him for a ride back to the Square Knot.  He got his truck and went to take care of whatever he had to take care of.  I told him he was full of shit.  He asked me if I wanted to come back to his house.  I said “what for?  Am I going to get mine this time?”  He replied “damn straight”.  I told him I was drunk and needed some food.  If he took me to the Waffle House I would think about going back to his place.  I drove to his house, got in his truck and we went to eat.

    After some coffee and hash browns that were smothered, covered, diced and chunked we headed back to his house.  I reminded him that it was my turn to get mine.  He said he remembered.  As soon as we got to his house he poured us some drinks, loaded a bowl and we got high.  We started making out on his couch like high school kids.  I told him not to forget that it was my turn.  He laughed, reached down and slid his finger up the leg of my shorts.  He was very excited that I wasn’t wearing any panties and that my pussy was still wet.  I told him to get down on his knees and get busy.  I cum first and then we can work on you.  He smiled, slid between my legs, helped me get my shorts off, commented on my cleanly shaven pussy and went to work.

    It didn’t take long for me to have another orgasm.  I have been blessed with the ability to cum quickly from oral stimulation.  He’s not very bright and couldn’t tell when I came the first time.  I told him not to stop that I was close.  He pumped two fingers into my pussy as he fluttered my clit.  I kept thinking that Steve was between my legs as I came again.  My pussy was starting to get sore so I had to finish this quickly.  With my best impression of a world class porn star I started to cum.  It was more believable than Meg Ryan in When Harry Met Sally.  I arched my back, lifted my hips off the couch and started to scream “yes, yes, yes, oh my fucking god yes”!!!!  As I said to Rene, he wasn’t bad but and I finally got mine so I was happy.  He got up next to me on the couch and said “I was good, wasn’t I”?  Not wanting to be mean I respond with “yeah, you were pretty alright”.  He said good, leaned back, unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock and said “my turn”.  I smiled and was about to get up to leave.  I told him my pussy was sore and we had to wait a few seconds so I could recover.  I was hoping that he would lose his hard on but no suck luck.  We started making out again and that fire began to burn hotter in my pussy.  Was I using him for sex?  Yes I was.  He was using me for sex and neither of us had a problem with it.  We smoked another bowl and I reached down and grabbed his cock.

    I wasn’t as gentle as I could have been.  Not really sure if he liked it that rough but he didn’t complain so I continued the same way.  I was stroking his hard cock with all my might.  The whole time his tongue was deep in my mouth as he rubbed my tits.  I stood up, started to rub my pussy in front of him and positioned myself over his cock.  I placed the head against my pussy lips and dropped hard.  He moaned as I started to grind my hips.  I was pumping his cock as hard as I could when he grabbed my hips, spun me around and placed his cock against my ass.  I wasn’t ready for that but I slowly lowered my body onto his cock.  His cock was deep in my ass as I started to grind.  I guess the feeling must have been better than the first time because he was moaning in no time.  In a matter of seconds he grabbed my hips and thrust his entire cock into my ass.  He was trying to be as loud as me but he wasn’t even close.  He was thrusting into my ass and I was fingering my clit.  He began to cum as my own orgasm ripped through my body.  I was kind of surprised how good it felt.  I needed to work this into my sex with Steve.  He always wanted to but I would never let him because I thought it would hurt too much.  Come to find out, if you are relaxed enough it isn’t so bad.  Of course I couldn’t let him know that Mike was the first to fuck me in the ass.  The big thrill for Steve was the thought that no one else had ever been there.  He called it “uncharted territory”.  Something that was just for us.  Oh well, what he doesn’t know, won’t hurt him.  As long as he thinks he’s the first it’s all good.  There have been so many little white lies that one more couldn’t hurt.