10 comments/ 31195 views/ 9 favorites Off The Rocks Pt. 01 By: HCallahan Fair Warning: The author issues a categorical warning to all. This is a tale of cuckoldry exploration. At first glance this first installment does not seem to fit in the Loving Wives category. Since we do not have a cuckold category, and the story is about the relationship between a man and a woman inviting others to share their troubled relationship, it does fit well -- if only there was a crowbar handy. You might take issue with the theme of this and content of this story, but if you are ready for it, enjoy. Prologue: Before I get into what is going on with our current situation, I need to explain the background of my relationship with my (now) wife Haylee. To this day I wish we could get back to just like we were before I did my time. Haylee and I started getting into trouble when we were just out of high school, but it was just before my twentieth birthday that we crossed a line somewhere, and while we were as adventurous as ever, things went to a completely different level. We were like Bonnie and Clyde but without the whole dying thing at the end. We enjoyed the outlaw life to a point. We never did anything horrible, and no one really ever got hurt. We just took what we needed to get along, and we stole from places that could afford to lose a few bills. Now Haylee was always my girl and like I said, we got into all kinds of hell as a team. I was the one who always pushed the mischief, and she was the creative one that knew how to make it work. One day we decided to go on an epic trip across the country, and you guessed it, we were doing it for free. Haylee and I were perfect together as a theft couple, and that meant we never got caught. When we would rob a place, we weren't even suspected. I never had to pull a gun 'cause Haylee was so good. She was such a believable (or unbelievable depending on how you look at it) distraction. Haylee back then was about 5'9 and looked like a hot mess of a model. Her hair was always dyed some Kool-Aid color-of-the-day, and she looked like a party in a body. She had silky tanned skin and was about 115 pounds soaking wet, and she was lean. If you were a boob man, you would have been eying her perfect youthful globes that were always trying to peek out over the extra button undone on her (usually white) shirt. If you were a leg man, she had long legs that had just the right amount of feminine muscle, and they stretched down below her always perfect pair of cut-off daisy dukes. If you were a butt man, you wouldn't be able to keep your eyes off the perfect curve of her ass as it left her back. You get the idea. I was one lucky man. As for me, I was 6'2 and about 190 at that point. I would have been 160 for my leanness, but I was muscular from a young age. I loved football and would have had a college scholarship if it wasn't for the trio of concussions that automatically kick you out of high school sports for good. Linebacker isn't the safest place on the field, and I was never looked at as a real college possibility because of my injuries. Back then, Haylee and I never had to work. We were always taking whatever we needed to survive, or just living off our parents and mooching. We took off one early summer day and started our petty theft trip all the way across the back roads of the US. We were mostly knocking off old-school gas station stores. This was our favorite. If we hit a newer one, no doubt we would be on camera and our faces would be all over the place. Most of the time it would go down with me parking at the pump and walking in to buy cigarettes and $10 in gas. Haylee would walk up since I always dropped her off just out of site of the store. You could see her strut as soon as she rounded the corner. Whether the cashier was a guy or a girl, it didn't matter. You couldn't take your eyes off her. I would just turn and marvel at her with whatever look the clerk had, saying something like, "wow" or "holy crap". I would step back into the store like I was still buying something, motioning to the clerk that I clearly was intending to enjoy whatever was about to happen. Haylee would walk in looking flushed from the momentary brisk walk and ask for the bathroom. After watching her sexy walk through the store, I would talk small talk with the clerk, staying away from the register so I didn't look like I was a threat. Then she would come strutting back out from the back of the store like she had just used the bathroom, but really she had just cut her leg a little with a razor blade. She would come around the corner with a smile looking like she was about to say thank you, or start a new conversation about the weather but instead would trip on the way across the store. She would stand up, limp a little and look at her hand which would have some blood on it. With perfect timing, her happy countenance would turn to a shattered damsel in distress look as she went back to the floor. With a look like that, she would always pull the clerk around the counter as she dropped back to the linoleum tile. My role was to come to help, as long as the clerk got there first, and then ask where the towels or napkins are. They are always in the same place by the way, next to the drinks which are next to the cash register counter. Something else that is always in the same place is the money that is NOT in the cash register. It is either going to be in a wallet, purse or in a zipped bank bag on the shelf right below the cash register drawer. That money is usually more than what is in the register anyway, and it doesn't "DING" when you pick it up like the drawer does when it opens. As I would come back over to "help", Haylee would be thanking the clerk and trying to stand up again. At this point, I would hand her the napkins and ice and offer to give her a ride back to her family down the street, giving a knowing look to the clerk. She would reluctantly agree after making sure it wasn't going to be too much trouble. Then I would help her out of the store, and we would either leave in the car immediately without getting the gas, or if the clerk followed us out, then I would pump the gas since the clerk wouldn't know what happened for a few more minutes. As soon as we turned the corner back onto the street we would almost immediately get crazy from the adrenaline and the success. After we did a job our celebration almost always ended with a nasty session of hard sex. Sometimes it was fifty bucks; sometimes it was hundreds. Every time it was rough sex. It was so exhilarating to do what we were doing that we would just get lost in the moment. The best way to describe the feeling of adrenaline like this is what it feels like to give a screaming arm pumping celebration after scoring a touchdown to win a game. We didn't really have a pattern to it. Haylee was so passionate and I was so loaded up on the rush that sometimes we would often pull off just to fuck each other's brains out because we couldn't take it anymore. Somehow as unnatural as it was, it was the natural outpouring of emotion for us, and it was a great way to express it. One time we had just picked up $450 in fifties and we barely made it out of the city limits. Haylee had her "hurt leg" (seriously, a skin nick that was less than an eighth of an inch) sticking out the passenger window, laying her head in my lap. I had undone the front clasp of her strapless bra and pulled it open through the front of her shirt by the time the car hit the road. As we turned onto the main highway I was gently brushing the backs of my fingernails across her perfect grapefruit sized breasts. I knew this was going to make her crazy immediately. She looked up with lust in her eyes for a few seconds and then screamed and clutched at her tits like a cheerleader in a snowstorm. She rolled over and punched me in the gut. "What are you doing to me," she screamed in mock terror. We slapped at each other like we would and acted like it was getting too heated to contain ourselves. We pulled over seriously four roads outside of town, and I drove barely fifty feet from the road down an embankment behind some trees. Haylee jumped out her door like she was going to run, but I caught her left arm. She acted like she was trying to get away, but we both knew better. I crawled out her side, and she yanked fruitlessly at my arm. As I stood up, she turned and pounded at my chest as I drew her into me. Back in control, I held her arms at her side. She was so damn sexy. Her white shirt was unbuttoned almost to her waist, her daisy dukes, and her perfect hair and body was just too much for any man to take much less someone with my weak morals. I moved her hands behind her back where I could hold her with one hand while she struggled until she gave in to me. She playfully bit at my tongue and lips as we kissed. I grabbed her hair with my other hand and held her still and kissed her with a long passionate kiss. I could feel her weaken and completely give up the mock struggle. Haylee moved her body closer to mine, and I let go of her only to have her bite my neck with more than a nibble. I released her hands and she dropped to her knees on the grassy edge of the drive and with one smooth motion unzipped my jeans and pulled my cock through. She spit on it and looked up and laughed. Then I heard what made her laugh. Sirens. "Don't move baby" she said as she grabbed my balls as if to hold me in place. She squeezed a little too hard. Then she bit her way down my cock and then kissed her way back up every inch of it. Despite her attention, I started to soften from hearing the cops get ominously closer. I was about to panic as suddenly she sucked me all the way in. My attention was immediately and totally focused on her. I looked down into her icy blue eyes just as she started to deep throat me. I went into a fog for a minute at the sensation and the site of her lusty eyes looking up at me. She had my member fully in her throat and was biting at the base of my cock with her teeth. She released my balls finally as her hand went around my ass to hold me in place. I flashed back to reality for just a second as I looked up to see the very top of the flashing lights go by at about ninety with the siren blaring. I didn't dare move a muscle. I didn't want this to end for anything in the world. Haylee slowly backed her mouth part way up me and then slammed all the way down again hard like she needed to prove something to herself. I could feel my cock automatically moving past the back of her mouth and fully into her throat as I grew fully back to life again. I wasn't a giant among men, but I wasn't small either, and I was an artist with my six inches. She had a surprised look for a second, but she held it there before she pulled back and started bobbing her head up and down on my hardness. No man could last one minute from this kind of treatment from Haylee. As I could feel the waves of orgasm come on, I reached down grabbed her hair. I basically picked her up by it to prevent my orgasm ruining this opportunity. I kissed her deeply in gratitude as she stood there proud of what she had shown me. I was looking into her eyes with her mascara and eyeliner slightly running from the tears welled up partly from the deep throating and partly from her hair being pulled. I fumbled with my hands to get her shorts unbuttoned. I unzipped the tiny zipper on the front, and pulled them down to her knees and her panties with them. I stepped into the middle and pushed them down her leg with my foot, standing back up. I beheld her glory as she stood before me with expectant lust in her eyes. I put my hands on her naked waist and boosted her tight body up to the roof of the car. I had a need to eat her pussy in return and to do it well. I somehow knew I didn't really "owe" her for the treatment she just gave me, but somehow felt I really did. I started by running my hands down her sexy legs hanging on each side of my body. As my caress moved down the outside I looked up into her beautiful eyes. I held them at her calves and eventually moved them so slowly up the inside of her thighs to build her anticipation. My hands went right by the anticipated target over her legs to her little hips and ass. I pulled her to the edge of the car roof as my mouth met her sex. I moved my tongue down the outside of her inner labia, keeping it flat to make as much contact as possible. I pinched the top of her ass hard with my left hand, and slapped the top of the other cheek with my right. Haylee was squirming and giggling at the same time, but I noticed she wasn't as rough back to me as usual. As my tongue hit her clit, she arched her back in an exaggerated way as though she was acting or something. She really seemed to be getting off more than usual to my oral stimulations by this point. I held my tongue in place as she grinded passionately against my face. Then through the silence of the barely blowing soft breeze I heard a rustling in the leaves in the distance. I cautiously stuck my tongue deep into her splayed hole, still keeping an ear to the wind. It was so erotic, but then I heard it again for sure this time. I swung my head around just in time to see a country boy a little older than us try to hide behind a tree about fifty feet away. "Shit," I whispered, "someone's here." Sensing I was starting to pull back to get us the hell out of there, Haylee grabbed my head, obviously having other thoughts. She whispered, "Jim, he's been here the whole time. I saw him peeping at us when you put me up here on the car. I don't really care right now if he sees," she hissed lustfully. I looked over at him, and as he peeked around again our eyes met in an obvious way to both of us. I turned my attention back to Haylee, "Well, then let's give him one hell of a show." She just looked down at me with a glimmer in her baby blues and smiled a wicked smile as I went back to work. Her hands went into my hair around the back of my head as she pulled my face slowly back to her puss. I put a finger just above her clit and pushed slightly to make it stand out and cause it to engorge as I sucked it gently with my lips. She started to grind her face against my mouth again as she looked over at our perve. Haylee was clearly loving every second of this. Without moving my mouth, I looked up to see her reactions. She had this look on her face with her mouth open and a raunchy smile as she flipped her hair and looked right at this guy. The look was obviously sexy as hell. She leaned her head back as I grazed my teeth down her hood. "Oh fuck," she grunted, and started the telltale leg shake. I pressed my tongue to her clit and let her ride it out. "Get me off this car Jim. I need you in me now." I lifted her off the car, and let her feet come to rest on the green grass beside the road. I was surprised to see our good ole boy had moved two trees closer and was now about thirty feet away, and had this look on his face like he was trying not to be too interested. I looked right at the guy like I didn't know if he was going to live through this or not. The glare worked, because he sat down there to watch. I pulled a condom from my pocket since Haylee wasn't on the pill. She had taken off her shirt, and was caressing her chest as she was slowly prancing around me with her neatly trimmed pussy like she was on the runway or something. I had no concern for our roughness anymore at this point. Our normal slapping, choking and pinching routine was out the window. As I was rolling the condom onto my cock, Haylee did slap my hand away like a mom would slap a kid about to touch a hot oven. Then she over-acted each motion as she rolled the love glove down on my stiffness. "Fuck me Jim. I need to be fucked now," she said as she turned and bent in half at the waist, facing away from our voyeur obviously so he could get a good look at her ass as she bent over. I positioned myself behind her and pushed my sheathed member up and down her crack. I licked a generous amount of saliva into my hand and then grotesquely wiped it into the top of her puss. I slid my cock slowly into her. She was so sexy while she was standing there, but as I started to get some speed and power behind my thrusting, Haylee started to lose her balance. She stumbled forward, dislodging my meat from hers, and turned to kiss me like we meant to do that. She took my slippery cock in her hand and guided me a few feet away to a software patch of grass. "Now fuck me like I need it," she said with emphasis just loud enough that our friend probably heard. Haylee went down on all fours and arched her back enticingly. I knelt behind Haylee and I pressed my cock into her again with force this time. "Ungh". This was clearly what she wanted. I pushed into her hard with each powerful thrust. Nice and slow, but hard and powerful, you could hear our bodies slapping together like a hammer hitting its target. I slapped her ass as I rode her doggie style. She was acting like it was a dream come true. Between this guy being present and the thickness of the condom, I was thinking about my stamina being pretty good, and in my distraction I saw noticed him flanking around beside me to get a better view. I guess my ass pumping in and out wasn't the kind of show he wanted. He was now standing to our right about ten feet away, and Haylee saw him just after I did. He had his cock out and was slowly stroking it. I didn't notice at first because it was through his zipper, but it was definitely a little larger than mine, and had more girth too. It looked like a gel shaving cream can as he stroked it. Haylee swung her hair away from him as I pummeled her hard with each forceful down stroke. He was enjoying every second. Then I looked at him again and back at Haylee. She turned her head too, and I don't know what she mouthed, or what she did from my vantage point, but he clearly got the "O.K." message from her somehow. Before I could think of what to say he was there, undoing his jeans. If I tried to hit him, he would have been just out of reach as he positioned himself in front of my Haylee. Two seconds later it was obvious. She definitely did want what was about to happen, because he held himself in place on his knees in front of her, and despite my cock sliding in and out of her, Haylee leaned forward to try to take him into her mouth at the same time almost pulling completely loose from me. I looked down at the curve of her back and the width of her hips as it narrowed to her waist and then out to her shoulders. She was the peak of sexuality right then, and I am sure she was thinking something along the lines of "enjoy it while you can". I pushed forward into her and pounded away again to her grunts of pleasure. Haylee was caught between us skewered on two pieces of sex meat. I started to speed up the pounding of her pussy as she sped up the amazing blow job she must be giving this good ole boy. He reached down and held her head in place for a minute while he changed the rhythm from her sliding between us with our cocks thrusting into her alternately to pushing so that our thrusts were both penetrating at the same time. Her groaning ceased for a minute when she slowed the sucking down to try to obviously try to completely swallow his manhood the same way she had just done mine. I stopped pumping from behind as she tried and tried, but she just gagged. My babe had turned into a sex vixen. She went back to the furious in and out motion as he mouth fucked my girlfriend being kind enough not to gag her again. Haylee started grunting again at the pleasure, and I just lost it on the whole scene. I came like a fire hose, and pulled out to slide the condom off my spent cock. Somehow our friend took this as his opportunity and raised Haylee up to standing on her knees to kiss him. Off The Rocks Pt. 01 A knife went through my heart as she leaned in and kissed him full on the mouth with a passionate open-mouthed kiss, wrapping both arms around his head like only I had done with her before. I was reaching up to grope Haylee or something and get her attention back when the intruder started to lean her slowly back to the ground. I stood in disbelief as she spread her legs and braced herself for his sex. He leaned down and grunted as he thrust himself into her in one fluid motion. She gasped at his size and sudden invasiveness. I was having an out of body experience as I watched my school girl love performing a live porn show in front of my eyes. I was caught between feelings of betrayal and lust when beyond belief, I started to get hard again. I went over to Haylee and she took my cock in her mouth, but the position was just too far off, and she was grunting and groaning in obvious pleasure from the absolute pounding she was getting. I stood up and moved back a few steps to take in the scene. I was stroking my hard cock and waiting for my turn to rejoin when Haylee arched her back and started shaking through a huge powerful orgasm. My partner was almost crying as she grunted, "Fuck-me. Fuck-me," over and over with each thrust from this guy. This desperate voice egging him on came from some deep place I had never ventured to take her. I came uncontrollably at the sheer slutiness of the scene. Her perfect young body was quaking as she was in a fog of sex, lost in the lust of the moment. She looked over for me as she started to come out of it and her eyes met mine just as I looked up having just cum all over my hand and the ground. Her look of satisfaction turned for a moment to a look of pity as she realized that I had just jacked off to her getting thoroughly fucked by another man. Her pitiful look disappeared as the country boy reached up under Haylee's shoulder and slid his hand below the top of her neck. He forcefully grabbed Haylee's hair and held her head in place, intending for her to look at him as he thrust in all the way to the hilt. Haylee gasped as he came. "Take-it-all," he said with three final thrusts and then let out a long deep groan as he leaned his head down and kissed Haylee on the forehead, releasing her hair so her head just flopped to the ground. He started to pull away from her. Holy shit, he didn't have a condom. I sat transfixed as I watched him pull his semi-hard cock from my Haylee. She had cum running out of her pussy and down her ass. She was totally out of it as she lay there. I started to gather our things together when the guy grabbed my hand and said something about at least introducing himself. I was still shell-shocked from what had just happened as he turned and shook my hand and said, "Thanks Jim. Nice to meet you...I am Deputy Joe." While still holding my hand, he slapped cuffs on me that he apparently had in his back pocket and said, "You have just been deputized you fucking idiot!" as he started laughing like an asshole. "I'll be sure to put in a good word for your girl though. I bet she can get off for good behavior," he emphasized, grinning like a shit. The scene ran through my mind every day for the five years of time I did behind bars. He was right. What kind of fucking idiot would let any of this happen? Haylee did come and visit me during my imprisonment. She did in fact get pregnant from that day and had a baby boy from that son of a bitch. Then I got really pissed when she disappeared for almost a year. I finally found out that she had gone and done it again! She said it was a one night stand that time. I still don't even want to know who. I tried to understand things from her point of view as she waited for me and my stupidity to get out of prison. Obviously she didn't want to be alone the whole time, and finally, right before I got out we got back together again, and we have been ever since. In observation, by the time Haylee came back to me there was no question it was over for her and other guys. Haylee was as broken and shattered as I was. Part I -- Almost Broken Chapter 1 It had been a full thirteen years since all of that went down on that life-changing day on the side of the road in the woods. I have long forgiven Haylee, but I am not so sure if she ever forgave me, and I am certain that she never forgave herself. We got back together when I had six months left of my sentence, and it was like we were never apart. From the moment I got of prison, the goal was to just live the normal life. We would go out together and talk whenever something was wrong in the marriage. I had a normal job in sales, and she tried to deal with the kids. I know it is shitty of me, but it took me years to get over seeing Deputy Joe every time I even thought of the kids. Everyone needs to have some kind of excitement in their sex life, but no matter what I tried, Haylee was shutting me down. I don't know if it was new-found insecurities, or if it was what happened while I was in prison. Maybe she just doesn't want to do any of that stuff anymore. As far as the sex goes, we had been doing the same old routine in the bedroom for the past eight years, and even that had become less and less frequent. Long gone were the good old days of kinky slapping and rough screaming sex. It was probably some kind of penance or something for fucking around when I was in prison, but she was nothing like the Haylee I was with before. Maybe it was that she had two kids with other guys while I was in. I don't know if it was the kids or what, but my little minx had turned into a wet cat. Our sex frequency had dropped to about once every three or so weeks. Every time it was make-out and then finish with a missionary bang (or fizzle sometimes). I really think I loved her, but the picture of her with other men was always either haunting me or getting me off thinking about it late at night. The net result was that I was starting to feel like this was another person and not my Haylee. Something had to change. I don't know if I would really ever break the law again, but I was going stir-crazy, and it was time for me to go on one of my adventures again. I was almost positive that Haylee wasn't even going to want to talk about it, much less plan it and join me. Regarding her looks at this point, Haylee wasn't anything close to the mind blowing hot babe she was before. She did dress up well, but after the kids she never lost the final twenty pounds of the forty that she had gained with the second child. Although Haylee had better than average C-cupped sized tits, her mousy brown hair and weight issues just made her seem about as normal as normal could be. Now I know that people change over time, and I am certainly not in as good of shape as I was at twenty of course, but this was different. This was night and day. I was pretty sure it was time for me to move on since I didn't want to drag Haylee along. She would be like an anchor to me, and she didn't want to do anything even the slightest bit adventurous anyway. When we would be out for a happy hour, she would always wear something that covered up every asset whether good or bad. No heads would really turn to see who just walked in when we would arrive, but still happy hour is where we seemed happiest. That is where the new "friends" came in. Speaking of happy hour, we met Callie and Trish at a happy hour one day when the only seats left in the place were the barstools at the bar. Haylee and I grabbed the last two at the corner of the bar, and Callie and Trish were already seated next to us in the first two seats on the other side of the bend. These girls were remarkable. First off, they were fit. They looked younger than my Haylee, so I was shocked when they said they were both actually thirty-five (I would have guessed twenty-five). They were wearing outfits that were appropriately hot. They didn't look like skanky sluts mind you, but they didn't look like the typical average housewife either. When we walked up to the bar I took a mental note that they were wearing shorter black dresses, and when I sat down, wow. Callie's (the blonde) was cut in such a way that her larger breasts (probably fake) were pushing through the middle like they were trying to escape. Trish a gorgeous brunette was thin and had smaller breasts, but in her outfit she looked like a movie star. The girls were making small talk with Haylee as I was unashamedly assessing the view of Callie and Trish. From my vantage point, I couldn't see much, but I could see I was looking good. My glances caught the eye of the new beer girl in the bar that evening. Holy crap, now this girl had a hot face. Nice makeup. She saw me checking out the girls as I was looking past Haylee. She looked at me from across the bar as if she was about to ask a question, but I had no idea what her look meant so I just looked away. Holy crap I was shopping. I realized that my eyes weren't just appreciating the view, but that my mind was already gone and on the hunt for a new girl. My thoughts were interrupted as Callie was saying to my wife that the secret to their success was that they were working out at the new gym in the strip mall. When Haylee told them that it was right around the corner from our house they almost jumped off their seats like a couple of school girls seeing a friend for the first time in a week. They were so excited at the chance for someone new to come. They invited her to join them to test it out. We went home that night and had the same sex we had every time before that, but it was nice not having to wait weeks for it this time. ____________ Haylee went in to try the gym out on Tuesday the next week. I remember it well because it was the same night I planned on having "the talk" with her. I got home a little late and more than a little jittery from work since I had stopped at the bar for a happy hour by myself. It was kind of pathetic, but I wanted to see what life was going to be like from then on being alone again. Instead of being excited though, I found myself not in my usual crazy optimistic mood but rather somber. My drinks were scotch instead of margaritas. This wasn't going to be an easy night. To say I had been nervous about my wife's new friends would be an understatement. Nervous probably isn't the right word for it. I don't know why I even cared so much at that point in the relationship anyway. She and I were about to be a thing of the past. If these friends got her going again, then that would be just great. If all of a sudden she came back to life and ran off with a trainer or whatever it was that was so exciting about this gym, then who really fuckin' cares. Either way, Callie and Trish could only be a good thing for Haylee. I was mulling over my thoughts and options in my head. Should I stick it out and see if Haylee really was about to re-ignite her life, or just call it quits? Shit, if this is what it had come to than I knew it was time to face facts. If I am sitting here hoping that two girls from a night in the bar and a new gym was going to make Haylee a new person, who was I kidding? It was over. That same beer girl was working that night as before. I had been looking at her amazing face and makeup from my perch. Eventually she came sauntering over to talk while she was cleaning glasses and asked how everything was going. Now I could barely keep eye contact. With the closer inspection, this girl was about 5'6, and 105 pounds, but she was stacked. I had only noticed her beautiful eyes and hair before from behind the beer fountain across the giant bar. Now that she was standing here, it wasn't that I couldn't keep my eyes off her, but I couldn't even look at her at all. She was a goddess pure and simple. The dark eye liner and black hair cascading off her bare shoulders as she wore that silly half school girl outfit/half beach outfit the bar made her wear was nothing short of what you would only dream the best stripper in the world could look like. I thought I squeaked a little as I talked when I asked what she meant. In the kindest almost oblivious seeming voice, she intimated that she figured that things might not be that good because of the look on my face, the abnormally high bar bill and the missing partner on the seat next to me. "Well, aren't you observant," I said, trying not to sound too miffed about it. Bartenders are almost always good conversationalists. At least I had someone to talk this out with. "Sometimes you can just tell. Do you want to talk about it?" I told her all about what our lives were like before and how we had grown apart and it just seemed like neither one of us was interested in the other. I told her about Haylee working out at the gym in the strip mall, and the bar girl got real confident looking. "I am at that gym too," she said. "I do spinning and yoga." Well that explained her fantastic body. She was talking about the gym and the classes, and finally it dawned on me. Abi didn't just go to the gym, she worked there...as an instructor. I asked her about Haylee and if saw her down at the club. "Yeh," she hesitated pensively and then promptly changed the subject. She talked about how being the instructor gave her permission to go really far emotionally and have deeper talks with some of the girls especially when she did free nutrition counseling during lunch at the café in the gym. I tried to put on a false confidence with her and use my sales techniques just to keep her talking to me. I don't know who else she would talk to. At that time there was only one older couple in the bar, and two other bartenders were helping them and getting ready for the evening rush. Abi seemed to think exactly the same thing as she looked around the bar and assessed that there was nothing else going on. I was blabbering about my life needing a new rush and that Haylee would never go for my crazy schemes anymore. I was trying not to talk bad about Haylee, but it was really hard. Abi seemed generally disinterested at my words. She was finishing the glasses and her assessment of the bar situation. She looked slowly back to me as I was trying to sound impressive about where I was headed. Maybe she would be my companion on this next adventure. Trying desperately to continue the conversation, I couldn't stop looking at her body and thinking about what it would be like to fuck her brains out. Lord knows I was starving for more of her attention. When she finally made eye contact with me, she had some kind of evil twinkle in her eye. She told me that she wanted to show me something interesting out back that might cheer me up. I was too wasted to think twice about it and couldn't decipher what could possibly be going through the mind of a just out of college hottie. I admit it; I was feeling a little sheepish being around her. I followed her out the back door like a lost puppy. I stood transfixed for a second as she jumped down from the step and her school girl skirt flew up just enough to show that she was wearing a hot little matching thong that showed off the cheeks of her perfect ass. She reached out and took my hand to cure my hesitation as we cleared the threshold into the back alley. She walked me around a little wooden partition for what looked a smoking area, and she told me she knew just what I needed to be happy again. She leaned in slowly at first, and then kissed me like I was a sailor coming home for the first time in months. I was stunned and confused for a moment and then rock hard the next. This was a crazy fantasy that was both forming and coming true at the same time with each passing second. Her tongue was thrashing around in my mouth as she stood tip-toed on the edge of the small deck. Then she was sucking the tip of my tongue. I had never felt anything like it. She broke the kiss and I nearly fell forward in my stupor, "Abi" she said in a cute voice like she was answering a question. I must have looked like a deer in headlights. "My name is Abigail, but I like 'Abi'." "Oh...Jim," was all that I could muster before she kissed me again. This time her hand had let go of my neck and was now headed down the front of my pants. As her wrist passed by my belt, I felt her cold little hand wrap gently around my rock hardness. She pulled the skin at the base all the way to the tip with her gentle grip. All the while I was getting the kiss of a lifetime. My brain was on overload. Here I was about to go and tell my wife it was over, and now I was cheating for the first time ever. Abi seemed like some kind of fantasy dream I was having. I was gone in the lusty haze of it all. She had undone just the zipper on my pants and then reached around and pulled down my underwear from within my pants so they were just below my ass on the back and bunched under my balls in the front. She pushed one of her tiny hands in through the bottom of my zipper and tickled the bottom of my sack back to my taint. I felt like I was about to explode in a giant ball of sexuality. This was the most aggressively sexual encounter other than Haylee that I had ever had. Abi was gently stroking my cock while tickling my chode with her fingernails. I couldn't hold back any more. She grabbed around the base of my cock and balls in such a way that everything was inside her left hand while she kept stroking with her right. I just held onto the sides of her perfect breasts and tweaked at her little nubs through a too-thick sports bra beneath her little belly shirt. Other than the circles my thumbs were making on her nipples, I was almost completely unable to move. She looked down and let a string of saliva fall from her lips that dropped right down onto the tip of my cock. She was stroking at light speed until she could tell I was about to lose it. She asked, "Jim, is it O.K. if I make you cum?" Bam, I was jerked right back to reality. I was a married man with what was a little more than a college coed in an alley behind a bar. Still I just nodded a slight and shameful but confident sounding "fuck yes". She smiled a little dirty girl smile and bit her lip, when with both hands she grabbed the base of my cock and started stroking it by leaning back and forth on her weight. This slow hard stroke threw me over the edge by the fifth stoke. She grabbed the back of my neck and then kissed me with open eyes to watch my ecstasy. I started to cum and she held the base and stroked down, allowing my natural spasms to do the work of ejaculation. She let go of my neck as the waves of my orgasm started and caught every spurting drop in her hand after the first one shot across the alley. She looked me in the eye with a child-like smile as she stepped back and sucked the cum off her hand. She said, "Thank you baby", through a cum filled mouth. As she stepped forward again to kiss me, I responded without thinking by kissing her back. She stunned me by shoving most of my own cum back into my mouth with her tongue. I am sure I had the thousand foot stare again as I wasn't expecting anything like this at all. I hate to admit it, but I swallowed. What else was I going to do? I was so lost and confused and happy and sad and satisfied and drunk all at the same time. She looked at me with a suddenly serious look and said, "Don't do it." I had no idea what she was getting at again. She patiently looked into my eyes and said, "Don't break it off with your wife today." After the awkward pause and the puzzled look on my face she continued, "I just can tell ok? Give it some more time. Give her a chance." "She just isn't interesting," I started in. "She always wants me to take charge in the bedroom and tell her everything. I have been leading this futile sex life because her bounds are so tight as far as what she is willing to do with me." Off The Rocks Pt. 01 Abi unbelievably said, "Jim, as long as you stay with your wife, I will find a way to show you other special surprises whenever you want." "Sold," was all I could say. She reached up and kissed me on the ear. "I do need to tell you though; this has been a fantasy of mine for a while. I love the idea of having a married man." Holy shit, whatever her game was, I was ready to play it. "I like your style Abi." WTF did I just say? "Just stay with your wife, Jim. I won't let you regret it." I stumbled back inside and into the bathroom at the bar and cleaned up all the damning evidence. I looked myself in the mirror and remembered my promise to Abi, trying to match what the fuck had just happened with the impossibility of the situation. At this point, who the hell cares about my promise to my wife? It would have been over for us anyway. Whatever was going on, this was confusing as hell. The plan was to stay with my wife but have sex with this little sex queen? I resigned myself to an affair. She was so damn hot, and I didn't even care if my wife found out. Well, that wasn't really true. If I could get Haylee going again, that would be good. If not, then Abi would be my salvation. Chapter 2 I went home to my Haylee, and I noticed that the house was a little empty as I walked in. There were no kids around like there usually was. She sat me down on the couch and said, "Jim, today is the day. Isn't it?" "I don't know what you mean Haylee," I said trying to hide my drunken slur. "Jim, I have felt you were going to break off our marriage for months, and now you come home smelling like a still, and she reached to the same ear that Abi had just kissed. Oh crap, I cleaned everything else up but that! She knew. "Jim, I don't know exactly what went on today, but I am sure there is a good reason for it." Haylee tried to look confident, but she had an uneasy voice and was drifting off to her usual mousy self. Her eyes looked down as she said to me, "Let's try something new for the next three months. After that, we can evaluate. If either one of us wants to stop we can." Words completely faded off to a cry as tears welled up in her eyes. "Haylee, I am up for trying anything. I do love you babe." She smiled through the tears and through her arms around my head. "Get ready for dinner Jim," she whispered trying not to sound emotional. I went in and took a shower. I put on my typical shorts and t-shirt and went out to the kitchen. I took two steps in. "Fuck you," she exclaimed as she sharply slapped my face. Her slap brought back memories of our rough sex days. I was semi-hard again as I enjoyed the thought of the emotion she was showing. I took one look at my wife who was now wearing a rather tight skirt and a sheer top. I was headed to the wrong party, clearly. She looked at me and said, "Jim, some things are going to change...now. Get your ass back in there and try again." I held my cheek and turned back to the room and put on some tighter jeans and a black shirt so I looked like we were going out on the town, and we were. Haylee had me drive us to a nicer restaurant next to a dance club where our attire matched everyone else's. Though the waiter asked if we wanted drinks, we just ordered appetizers, because she knew I was still more or less drunk. As soon as the waiter left, she took over again. This whole night was already unlike anything else in our previous eight years. She blurted, "Jim, I think we both know that you need a hotter wife. I want to tell you that I am sorry for not acknowledging it earlier. I want you to know that I want what you want too. I want to be hot. I will be what you need. I will make you proud." BREATH. Her eyes were glazed over like she wanted to cry, but was proud to have said it. The events of this evening were nothing short of completely surreal. My wife pulled her hair into a pony tail and pulled a clip from her purse, now looking like a tougher version of herself. She continued, "I know about Abi." I looked at her dumbfounded like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar. "Look, Haylee, it wasn't like that, we only..." She cut me off. "I know all about it Jim, and I really don't give a shit at this point." Whoa? Two things: My wife didn't care, and she was swearing and being rough again. Haylee went on, "Abi may have saved our marriage tonight. Who knows, but here are the rules: You are allowed to do anything you want with Abi, but you will tell me about every detail if I want to know." "Also," she said as she uncrossed and slightly spread her legs and moved her chair more to the side of the table, "you need to shave your entire body, penis and all." I was suddenly staring right into my wife's pantiless and freshly shaven pussy. This was another first I was not expecting. She re-crossed her legs as I looked up at her face completely in awe. I gazed around behind me to be sure no one else saw. "Haylee, I have to admit. I love this. I don't really care about Abi, and I probably won't ever go back to her. It was only a hand job anyway." "Jim, I wasn't finished." "What else baby," I said as apologetically as I could. "Well, I guess that's good for now," she said, sliding her chair back to its proper position as the food arrived. Chapter 3 Dinner went well, and my mind was racing through all of this. Haylee really had turned a new corner. I was concerned that all of this was coming from the girls at the bar, and I wondered to myself if this meant that Haylee was already having an affair or something like that. I must have been lost in my thoughts as my bride broke my concentration when her toes gently grazed my crotch. I thought about her shaved pussy and closed my eyes slightly as her foot came to rest on my stiffening cock. I looked up at her with a kind of lost half grin. "Well, you have my undivided attention honey." "Good. Now that you are done with your meal, I want you to think about my pussy. I have been aching for some attention for a while now since the moment I shaved it." "How long ago did you do it," I asked. "Well, today was the last time I did it, but the first time was the night after we last made love. The problem is that you didn't even notice, and that will never happen again." She was stroking her toes around my erection as she talked, emphasizing each syllable with a foot stroke. Who was this woman, and what had she done with my hesitant, quiet wife? Who gives a shit? Seriously. She was telling me again, that what I needed was a hot wife. "You will need to do the things that I ask of you, or I will drop this whole fantasy thing," she said with directness in her eyes. It was like a game where one of the players is so into playing that you have to go along. I nodded, not knowing what to say, or what she meant by hot wife. "I bet you have to go to the bathroom don't you Jim? You haven't gone since home. Am I right?" I nodded again. "Wipe your mouth with your napkin right now. DO NOT touch yourself in ANY WAY but go through this crowded place, and find the bathroom. You can unzip your zipper when you get there, but do not touch that precious cock of yours. That thing is mine tonight." I looked at her with a ridiculous look, and she shot back a look that told me she wasn't kidding. "I am going to get up and walk through this restaurant with a giant tent in my pants. Is that what you want?" Her look said it all. I looked around and determined to take the dare. I wiped my mouth (oh, I had some dressing on the side of my mouth -- nice) and got up. I walked with a fake confidence like I hadn't a care in the world and started the walk to the bathroom with my boner straining against my zipper. On my parade I was spotted by an older wife who was with her husband. Her neck almost spun off as I walked by. Two steps later a group of women were laughing at a booth in the corner when one obviously saw my pants statue and whispered to the table which burst into laughter with different women looking around while the others said, "NOT YET, NOT YET." I thought they would get kicked out from all the commotion they were making in this nice of a place. I couldn't reach the door fast enough. I had already started to go soft, but finally I was alone. I walked over to the urinal and pulled my zipper down. I unbuttoned the top button and holy crap; my underwear had a big wet spot. I looked and sure enough, it went right through my pants. Great. Now here I was, trying to lean into the urinal with one arm over the top. Trying to piss through my semi-hardness, and not touch myself was more difficult than I imagined. I tapped at the end by using my underwear to flick it so I could keep my promise and keep up the game. I walked over to the mirror and sure enough, there was a big wet spot on my pants. It was about as obvious as the boner I had before. No wonder I got all the laughter. I washed up and left the mirror feeling humiliated, but I decided to act like I had even more pride as I walked back to my chair, making no effort to hide my stain. When I got back my wife was putting on lipstick and fixing her ponytail. She usually did this kind of thing in the bathroom but was probably waiting for me to see the show of power right there in the restaurant. She didn't even look up when I arrived. "I suppose you knew I had a big wet mark in the front of my pants?" "Nope, but I am glad. It shows me that you still love me and are turned on by me." Wow, she was right! I did love her. I loved her more now than I had in the past three or four years. She stood up as I sat down having paid the bill while I was gone. She had pounded a glass of wine during my trip. "Don't sit Jim, we need to go next door and do some dancing," she said in a mock sexy voice as she stood up. Whoa, she pulled down the front of her skirt when she stood, but I got a BIG eyeful of her shaved snatch again as she did. Her skirt was up near her waist in the front from her sliding down in her chair to play footsie with my crotch. She just smoothed it down like it was no big deal, but it was a big deal, and I knew it. I could see that she was trying really hard to be more assertive, and I loved it. I figured I would play along with her game for now. Whatever was happening was way better than before. We went into the club with the music bumping and walked straight to the floor together. It seemed like there everyone was younger. Well, the crowd was mostly in their twenties. We danced a few dances, and then a slow groove came on, and my baby leaned backwards into me, grinding her ass on my manhood which instantly started to come back to full attention. She was swaying, and grinding and just leaning back into me with her face next to mine. I gently kissed her on the cheek. She looked lost in love. I imagined that she was probably thinking about how she was making me as hard as a baseball bat right here in front of everyone. I slowly pushed my hand in between us down to her ass in a way that no one could really see. I reached up under her skirt as she swayed, and I felt the bottom curves of her naked ass. She raised both of her hands to either side of my head with her back still to me. She turned her head towards me, and I leaned in to hear what she was going to say as my hand slid down her crack, "Do you still think about me with other men?" "Yeah baby," I whispered into her ear as my hand went up and down the back of the inside of her ass cheek. Truthfully I really had mixed emotions about it. While I hated the thought of losing her to another man, I really did get off seeing her getting sexed up and swept off in passion. "I like to think about that too sometimes," she hissed as she grinded around. The words slowly left her mouth, and I was about to moan into her ear when I slid my hand further down her ass and underneath her slightly open legs. Holy Shit, there was another set of fingers! As my hand hit his, I looked over Haylee's shoulder to see this young kid pull his fondling fingers away from the front of my wife's skirt. He stepped back from in front of her just as shocked as I was. Instinct took over as I moved around her to beat the shit out of him. Haylee turned right into the direction I was going around her to cut me off. She kissed me deeply, nearly tonguing my throat. I tried to move again, but she grabbed my balls and squeezed. It wasn't hard, but hard enough. I pulled back a little and so did she. She leaned in, "You need to get used to being around a hot woman. It will be ok. I know that this is something you want too." She let go of my balls as I was spinning off into confusion. My wife wrapped her other arm around my neck, but she was standing with her legs slightly spread and her ass leaning out in a slightly lewd way. Well, our friend was even more emboldened by the fact that he wasn't hamburgered by me, and instead that my wife was presenting herself to him. He obviously knew that she didn't have any panties and was putting two and two together. So was I. She sternly went on, "It shouldn't bother you if something like this happens with another guy. It doesn't mean I don't love you any less. In fact, it shows me that you love me as much as I love you." She was having a hard time putting together the words. It was like she was reading from script or something. I suspected Callie and Trish. It seemed like she had come to a foregone conclusion about this. I could tell she was trying to make up a mind that was not fully invested yet. Haylee was struggling for the capacity to deal with it. "Haylee, you don't need to..." "Shh! Don't ruin this, or it will be over Jim." I knew she meant it. It would be the last time we would talk about this as just a possibility. Everything after that was like a dare and how far we would take it. She was the one exploring new territory, and now I was here to do it with her. Hell, we would have broken up anyway. What did it really matter if someone felt her up? It was all in fun anyway, right? "My god Jim, he is doing it again." Suddenly I heard the music beat again as I came back from my thoughts. My wife was swaying in my arms. I was still trying to deal with all this and had lost track of the fact that we were still supposed to be dancing. I held her there kind of dancing with her. I kissed her. She kissed me deeply, and it was fast and more deeply than ever before. "Jim, he is feeling my ass and my pussy RIGHT NOW." "Is he hot?" she moaned, "I barely saw him." Holy shit, this was happening. I kept slow dancing my wife as this kid kind of stood by trying to look disinterested and nonchalant while his left hand was behind him and up my wife's skirt. "Haylee, I j..." "Oh my god, he just stuck his finger in my pussy. Oh MY GOD JIM." Her breathing was getting faster as she tried to calm down. I stepped to the left slightly, awkwardly turning my wife so that her ass was pointed into the corner where no one could really tell what was going on, and where I could hide the erection that was rising past half mast in my pants. She was really into this whole thing and to think, two hours earlier I was about to leave this woman. Shit, three hours earlier I was getting a hand job by the sexiest girl I have ever met, and wait a minute. Haylee gave me her full blessing to be with Abi any time, just as long as I would tell her! My cock sprang to full life. This really was hotter than hell. I didn't know what got into Haylee, but this was like a genie had come and granted all of my top wishes. Here was some late college kid finger fucking my wife while I stood here and let it happen. This was seriously hot. I took my wife's hand and slipped it down to my cock. She immediately slapped my face and then put her arm around my shoulder. I was stunned. "This is not about you." Then she closed her eyes and kissed me like there was no tomorrow and like she hadn't just slapped me. She was pressing her tits into me and kissing me while her back was arched way out. She moaned again, "Oh my god, can people see? Is anyone looking?" She started to get self-conscious. I wasn't about to let that happen. I kissed her back and sucked on her tongue like Abi had done to me. She was right back into it. She was grinding away on this guy's hand again. "Ungh. OOooooh. Shit, he just brushed his thumb against my asshole. Oh my god. I think he is trying to slip a finger into my ass Jim." No fucking way! Haylee had never let me touch her little love button, not ever. I nearly shot my load right there in my pants. She went on starting to talk herself through it, "I need to relax if this is going to happen. I just need to remain...OH SHIT. Jim, I need you to rub my clit, NOW." I reached down and immediately did what I was told. She was starting to move forward and back as her finger lover was now obviously finger fucking both her ass and pussy at the same time. I reached down and obediently went to town on her clit. I went back to kissing her in that new erotic way. She started to buck her hips and then sure enough, she was shaking all over the place. She had her first orgasm in over a year. I felt awash with happiness. I was miffed for a second as my wife turned and looked at the kid and kissed him on the lips. What else would she do? It was like a quick thank you. Then we just walked off. I was thinking about how amazing that whole thing was when I looked down to see the bottom of my wife's ass fully exposed. I quickly pulled her skirt down for her. She was drunk on the throws of post orgasm and needed some tender care. I told her I loved her when we walked out, and she told me that she had never loved me more. She said that it was good to know that our relationship could withstand a little flirting and a few innocent hand jobs. "Of course honey," was all I could say. ____________ I put her in the car and we drove home. She was still hot and horny as hell. She told me to get myself cleaned up and ready. I went in to the hot shower and shaved myself (which took forever). Trying to shave my cock and balls was like getting rid of how ever many years of under growth. I had such a hard erection from the feeling of the razor across my flesh, especially as I cleared the bush from my balls. As I looked down my dick looked bigger and kind of porn-starish if it was possible. I dried off and went back out to her. She was on the bed with her sexy robe on. She looked up at me, and turned me around. "Your ass crack too Jim, NOW." I turned and looked at her in protest as though she was going too far. She slapped my balls and said, "NOW". I nearly dropped to the floor. It wasn't a hard slap, but damn. Rough sex was fun and all, but that needed to never happen again. Still, I didn't dare say anything to break the mood at that point. I went back to the shower and worked on shaving my ass crack. This wasn't easy to do, and took me probably twenty minutes just to figure out how to do it. When I came out, Haylee was asleep with her vibrator sitting by the bed. It was 3:15 AM. I don't know what I expected, but I just gave up and went to sleep too. My blue balls from the night's events made it so that I didn't really want sex anyway at that point, since it would likely hurt more than feel good. ...to be continued.