“We’re from Canada. Hey, that’s quite a grip you’ve got there Paul! It’s nice to meet you. I’m Mark Hargrove. Listen, why don’t I get our drinks then we can go over and I’ll introduce you to my wife.”
Now that I was sitting up there I could really see how big the kid was. “Jesus!” I thought to myself. “What am I doing? Do I really want him to fuck Connie? If his cock’s as big as the rest of him, won’t she get hooked on it? But I’m a man, and my dick was making all my decisions for me so I signaled the bartender. I ordered another drink for Paul and a couple of beers for Connie and me and then we headed back to join her. My wife and Paul smiled warmly at each other as we sat down. Things were going much easier than I’d thought they would.
“Sweetheart, this is Paul Jefferson. Paul, meet my wife Connie.”
Paul looked Connie up and down like he was buying a brand new car. If he could have really undressed her with his eyes she’d be naked by now. He took her hand in his and made a big show of kissing it, and she blushed like mad. Knowing my wife, it was a pretty safe bet her panties were soaking wet by now.
“Hello Connie! Mark tells me you two are from out of town and need some advice on our fair city. What kind of things do you like to do? Is there anything in particular you’d like to see?”
The way Connie was looking at the kid I was afraid she was going to ask to see his cock right then and there. But she managed to control herself and asked some general questions about what there was to see. I felt like I was watching two animals in mating season sniffing each other out just before they began rutting. Paul was a real smooth operator. After a couple of bourbons he was whispering in Connie’s ear and his hand was under her dress stroking the inside of her leg.
By now the people in the bar were starting to sit up and take notice, but Paul and Connie were so horny they were oblivious to it. Any pretence about looking around the city was long gone. I sat there feeling like I’d just fired up a big locomotive and got it running full bore before realizing there were no brakes.
“Hey you guys!” I whispered. “What do you say we take off and go back to our hotel? I’m sure it’d be a lot more comfortable.”
“Hey, that’s a good idea,” Paul said. “But first I want to make sure I’m not misreading this. You’re okay with me fucking your wife, right?”
My face turned bright red and I stared into my glass. Probably half the people in the bar knew by now what was taking place at our table, but I was so turned on I couldn’t help myself. My wife was going to be fucked by him, come hell or high water. The whole thing seemed so surreal but my dick was so hard I could have hammered nails with it.
“I…I guess so, but it’s really up to Connie,” I stammered.
“Hey man, its okay! Don’t be embarrassed by it! I think it’s really cool you’re allowing your little woman to get some extra loving. She’s lucky to have a husband that looks out for her needs. Isn’t that right Connie?”
Connie looked over at me and blushed. I could see she was trying to appear ‘with it.’