She said that her husband had been going out a lot lately, and that he often returned home smelling like booze. She knew the bar that he hung out at, and had a feeling that he was going there and hooking up with someone. What she wanted from me was for me to go to the bar and have a few drinks, and basically spy on him. He didn't know me, so I would be able to do it easily. Again, I thought she was crazy, but she offered me a couple hundred dollars, so I decided to do it. After all, I could probably use a night away from home. Things were so hectic lately, that stepping out for a little while really sounded like a great idea. At the same time, I would be helping her out, and if he was cheating on her, and she could do whatever she wanted to.
As I finished getting dressed, I told my husband that I was going out with coworkers and would be back late. He didn't seem to care much, as he headed down to his man cave to have a few beers and watch a ballgame. Once I was done, I called an Uber, and was soon on my way to the bar. I arrived a short time later, and headed inside where I grabbed a seat at the bar. There were a few people in the place, with some music blaring. I sat down and ordered myself a drink, and noticed her husband walk in a short time later. He took his seat at the bar as well, and proceeded to order himself a drink. For the next hour or so, he sat and enjoyed a couple of drinks, while watching the TV's that were up on the wall. Eventually, he paid his tab and headed out. I followed, walking across the street so that he wouldn't notice me, and he basically just walked home.
The following day, I called her and informed her what I had seen. Of course, it wasn't enough for her, as she wanted me to follow him again. I ended up going to the bar, two or three more times, and each time, the night ended the same way. I started realizing that maybe she was just going crazy and was paranoid. Even then, she still wanted me to keep a close eye on him, and as long as she was paying me, I did. Like I said, it was nice to get out of the house, especially when my husband just hung out in his man cave drinking all the time.
About a month after I started doing this, I was once again at the bar on a Friday afternoon when he walked in. The place was a little slow that afternoon, and I noticed that he sat near me, instead of across the bar where he usually sat. I continued to sip on my drink, and eventually he got a bit closer and asked if I minded some company. I shook my head and he quickly introduced himself as Larry. I introduced myself and the two of us began to chat.
We ended up chatting for a bit, and while doing so, he bought me a couple of drinks. The alcohol was flowing, and I could tell by the way he was talking, that it was starting to affect him. We chatted a bit, and after several drinks, he began to open up to me, which surprised me a bit since he didn't know me. It seemed like he needed someone to talk and vent to.
We chatted about life and careers, and that's when he told me how miserable he was. He began to tell me all about his wife, and how she was cheating on him all the time. I was a bit taken back, and was having a hard time believing him until he mentioned that she would often tell him she was going away with coworkers on certain weekends, and he knew that she wasn't. She would always come back worn out and tired, and he had noticed that her paychecks were increasing in size. As he told me all of this, I started thinking about it and realized that I had overheard our manager talking to someone else, about weekend getaways that he was taking with one of the employees, and how she wore him out. He never mentioned any names, but I also had realized and noticed that they were reasonably friendly in the office, and she was definitely making much more money than I was. As a matter of fact, he had mentioned that he was going away again this weekend, so I imagined that she was with him. He continued to chat and vent about her, and I really felt bad for him because he seemed like a very friendly and outgoing guy. The more he mentioned it, the more I put two and two together. She just wanted me keeping an eye on her husband, so she could go out and do her thing, while knowing that he was occupied. I actually began to get a bit angry about it, and offered to buy him a drink for the next round.
We continued to chat and vent and by the end of the night, he had drunk quite a bit. We got up to leave, and he thanked me while also apologizing for venting. I told him it was no big deal and that everyone always needed a shoulder to lean on. We headed out of the bar and I asked if he was okay. He told me was fine and that he always walked home, because it helped him get some air and clear his head. Tonight was no different, because he was headed home to an empty house, since she was on one of her getaways. When he said that, something came over me and I don't know why it did, or why I did it. I stuck my arm out, and offered to walk him home. He seemed a bit surprised, but intertwined his arm with mine and we began to walk.
As we walked along, we chatted and had a great conversation, and I could tell that he was feeling a bit better after venting. I still couldn't believe that she was the one actually cheating on him, and here she had me involved in her little plot. It angered me, but of course I wasn't about to tell him, and make things even worse. Instead, we walked along, chatting and enjoying each other's company until we arrived at his house. Once there, he invited me in for a cup of coffee, and I said what the heck. I accepted and we headed inside.
After walking inside, he gave me a tour of the place before I settled on the couch, and he went to make some coffee. He returned a short time later and we sat and chatted for a bit, as we enjoyed our coffee. As we did, I noticed how friendly he was, and really felt bad for what his wife was putting him through. He even confessed that they hadn't had sex in several months and that it was frustrating. The only reason he wouldn't leave her was he didn't want to have to pay her anything in a divorce.
We eventually finished up our coffees, and I figured it was time to go. We stood up and he walked me to the front door, where we stood and thanked each other for a nice evening. He really appreciated me sitting and listening to him vent and I told him that it wasn't a big deal and that he could confide in me anytime he wanted. He thanked me again and after doing so, we hugged and then just kind of stared into each other's eyes. Out of nowhere, we both leaned forward and planted our lips on each other's. I think we were both caught off guard but at the same time, both had the same idea.
We began kissing each other and I don't know what the heck had come over me, but it felt great. As we kissed, he guided me away from the front door and slowly made our way through the house, towards his bedroom. Once we were there, we continued to kiss and it wasn't long before I felt his hands roaming around my body. He ran them up and down my sides, before placing them on my ass and squeezing it through my tights. I allowed him and at the same time, reached down and rubbed his crotch through his pants. He was hard as a rock and within a few seconds I found myself undoing his pants. He also began to pull up on my shirt and before I knew it, we were both naked. As wrong as it was for the both of us, it just felt so right.
Once we were nude, he guided me over to the bed where we continued to kiss and touch each other's bodies. He didn't waste any time planting his lips on my nipples while squeezing my tits and I could tell it had been a while since he had done anything like that. I let him enjoy himself, and we fooled around for a bit before he began to rub my pussy. He worked his fingers, getting me nice and wet and once I was, he positioned himself between my legs, and began rubbing the tip of his cock against my eager opening. He pushed forward, easily penetrating me and burying his cock inside of me. As he did, I let out a soft moan, and wrapped my arms around him.
He began to thrust, starting off slowly, but eventually picked up his pace as I gripped him tightly. Each thrust got harder and harder, and he moaned louder and louder and within seconds, he exploded deep inside of me, flooding my pussy with his hot seed. It all happened very quickly and that's how I knew he hadn't gotten laid in a very long time. He literally lasted 20 seconds, if that.
After shooting the last of his load, he pulled out of me and collapsed by my side, before apologizing for going so fast. I smiled, and told him not to worry as I realized the situation that he was in. I told him to relax and he did. I then got on all fours and lowered my mouth to his semi-hard cock. I wrapped my lips around it and began to bob up and down as he laid back and enjoyed it. Slowly, I sucked his cock, getting it nice and hard, so that we could both find some pleasure. He reached up and played with my tits while moaning out how good I felt.
Once he was hard enough, I climbed on top of him, and lowered myself onto his cock until he was buried inside of me yet again. I then began to slowly ride him as he held me by the hips. He moaned softly, as I took my time, grinding my pussy up and down his cock. I did this for a bit, allowing him to enjoy the feeling of my pussy, before gradually picking up my pace. I could tell he loved what was happening and I did as well.
As I increased my pace, I could feel an orgasm building, and began to ride him a bit harder. He moaned louder and louder and it didn't take long for me to feel waves of ecstasy shooting through my body. I closed my eyes, and slammed down on his cock, as I began to cum. My entire body shook and quivered as I came all over his cock.
As the feeling of ecstasy rushed through my body, I began to bounce on Larry's cock even harder. He reached up and squeezed my flailing tits, as they bounced all around. I went harder and harder until he finally gripped me tightly while exploding inside of me once again. I continued to bounce on him, until I had milked his cock of every last drop, before dropping onto the bed by his side.
We both laid for a bit, trying to catch our breaths, before he looked over and thanked me for an amazing time. I told him it was my pleasure and that I would love to do it again sometime. With that, we redressed because it was getting late, and Larry once again walked me to the door. I called for an Uber and while we waited, Larry and I chatted and kissed each other some more. The Uber eventually arrived and I was soon on my way home, thinking about what just occurred. I realized that we both needed it and looked forward to my coworker's next weekend getaway...
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