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My name is Jerry Wilson I'm Forty four years, old five foot seven, one hundred and fifty pounds dark brown hair and eyes. My wife Sandra, as you may have guessed, has Sandy Red hair, five foot, four inches tall, around a hundred twenty five pounds and large round, 38d breasts. We had been married for seven years, the second marriage for both of us, when this story began.
We had moved from a rather small town in Idaho, to a town in western Wyo. To pursue my occupation as a consulting engineer in the oil industry. At the time the oil fields were booming, so naturally it was a boom town that we moved to. My wife decided, rather than sit home, she would rather work and soon became employed by an oil well service company taking care of the office. We both work a lot of hours, but between us we made a pretty good living.
I loved working in Wyoming. My being a hunting fanatic, it allowed me to make a good living and also enjoy what I loved doing when I wasn't working, hunting and fishing.
Sandra and I were sitting in the dining room of a steak house one Friday night enjoying a few drinks and a nice dinner out, when a guy I'd say around twenty five to thirty years old, six foot tall, two hundred and twenty five pounds approached our table saying. "Well Sandra, what a surprise. Looks like your out living it up tonight."
Laughing she said, "What are you still doing in town on a Friday night? Why aren't you in Salt Lake City, where you belong?"
"You know how the oil field business is. When they call you better deliver, or they get someone else. I had to bring a special drill bit up to one of the rigs. I just stopped in here to get a bite to eat, don't want Patty to have to mess with getting me dinner when I get back home."
"I see, so this is a business trip then." "Steve, I'd like you to meet my husband Jerry. Jerry this is Steve Morrison. He sells equipment to the company I work for." We shook hands and made small talk for a few minutes about the oil business.
Before he left, he invited us to his home in Salt lake City, saying his wife doesn't know anyone and doesn't get out much to meet anyone since moving to Salt Lake from Nebraska a few months ago.
We promised him we would stop on our next trip to Salt lake. My wife Sandy seemed very enthusiastic about Steve and stopping in to visit. I myself didn't really care for the guy all that much, he seemed a little overbearing and full of himself. Maybe it was his body language, he seemed to try to make himself seem even larger than he was by sort of hulking, as he stood talking to us and I also noticed he seemed to want to empress Sandra, as he stood facing more in her direction, than in mine. I also noticed Sandra's gaze looking straight ahead which put her eyes at almost crotch level. I would have had to turn my head to see what kept drawing her eyes down, but it would have been quite obvious where I was looking, so I kept trying to look him in the eyes without having much luck. After dinner we stopped off at one of the bars that had a live band and dancing. Sandy seemed to prefer the slow dances that night and danced closer than we had in quite awhile. On the way home she sat close and massaged my cock until it was rock hard and promised to take care of it as soon as we got home.
As soon as we were in bed she was all over she sucked my cock something she did very seldom until I told her if she didn't stop it would be to late she slipped her mouth off my cock and said don't you dare I need that in my pussy. I had never seen her as hot and horny as she was that night and after the third time I told her I didn't have anymore. She giggled and said that's okay we can finish in the morning.
She soon fell asleep and I laid there awhile thinking about Steve and wondered if he had anything to do with her being such a slut. It was so unlike her, we usually made love, maybe twice in a night. But tonight we fucked, plain and simple and apparently three times hadn't been enough by the remark she had made about finishing in the morning. I had never had cause to wonder about Sandy being faithful, but could it be her and this Steve guy were having an affair, or were they headed in that direction without even realizing it. Maybe I should have gave in and checked out what Sandy seemed to be so infatuated with while Steve was there.
It was a couple of weeks after that, Sandra said she would like to go shopping in Salt Lake and maybe stop by and see Steve and his wife. He had been in the office where she works and had told her again they would like us to stop by. I would much rather have stayed home working on getting my hunting equipment ready for the upcoming season, but as always, I gave in and went along with Sandy to Salt lake City.
We shopped a couple of the Malls went and had lunch, then decided it was time to go say hello to Steve and his wife Patty, before heading back home. We found the apartment they lived in without to much hassle and rang the door bell. One of the most gorgeous women I have ever seen in my life answered the door, saying. "You must be Jerry and Sandra, Steve said he thought you might be stopping by, Please come in, "I'm Patty" she said holding out her hand.
She led the way into the living room and Steve was sitting there in a Nebraska sweat shirt and sweat pants, watching the pregame hype before the Nebraska, Oklahoma football game. Patty had on a pair of black slacks and a white blouse. Her long tussled, blonde hair was accented by beautiful smokey blue eyes, coupled with what I had to guess were a pair of full C breasts and a slightly protruding butt. Steve said in a to loud a voice, glad you guys stopped by!! You can watch the game with us, I played for Nebraska until I blew my knee out.
I thought oh great, I get to listen to his football bullshit all afternoon. Patty said, "maybe we could turn it down or off for awhile so we can talk to our company."
"Patty you know better than to even suggest that, this is the biggest game of the year. Hell! Jerry don't mind watching the game while we talk, do you Jerry?" "Can I get you a beer?"
"No thanks, I'm good, we just had lunch, we can't stay for the whole game, we want to get back in time to do a few things around the house." Thinking there's no way I can listen to this arrogant asshole all afternoon, bragging about when he was playing for Nebraska. Sandra was sitting on the sofa next to Patty and I was sitting in a recliner facing somewhat sideways to the sofa and the recliner where Steve was sitting, the recliner Steve was sitting faced the sofa, from where I was sitting, I was able to see both Sandra and Steve without turning my head. I noticed as Steve talked he slowly began leaning back in the recliner until he was almost lying down. I also noticed Sandra's gaze focused on his lower body and like I had suspected the first time, he had a noticeable bulge protruding in the front of his sweats.
When I first saw it I thought, what an Ass, he's got the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen, for his wife and he's sitting there showing what he's got to my lusting wife, who was not even in the same ballpark as Patty except for her 38D breasts. By the size of the bulge in his sweats I presumed he was quite well endowed and wanted all the women to notice and my wife was damn sure noticing. I sat watching her squirming around on the sofa as she tried talking to Patty and look at Steve's bulge at the same time without Patty noticing. It was like watching a cat and mouse game. My wife being the mouse and Steve being the cat. By the smirk on his face he knew she was looking and thinking about the bulge in his sweats, which now had grown even larger than it had been.
He did manage to keep us there until the game was over in which Oklahoma won. After the game he began sulking and treating Patty like his maid rather than his wife and by then I'd listened to all of his bullshit I could take. We said our goodbyes and got the hell out of there, I couldn't stand being around that arrogant prick another minute. As far as the ball game went, I didn't give a rats ass one way or another, but I was glad Oklahoma won.
Hunting season started and I went hunting every weekend. While I went hunting, Sandra went to Salt Lake City shopping. It was about three weeks after our visit with Steve and Patty that I started to notice a change in Sandra. When I asked her Friday night what her plans were for the next day, she said she had to clean up around the house and do the laundry. I got up early the next morning and went Antelope hunting. I got home shortly before dark that evening and Sandy was sitting there on the love seat in her bath robe. I thought at the time it was sort of strange. She always put clothes back on after taking a bath, in case I came home wanting to go out to eat dinner, rather than have her cook after working all day in the house.
When I came in she got up and came into the kitchen where I was. I noticed she was walking sort of slow. "Did you hurt yourself honey? You look kind of stove up.
"No, just getting old I guess." she said smiling, "must have been sitting in the wrong position, got a hitch in my hip." It didn't look like it was her hip that was bothering her, it looked more like she was trying to avoid rubbing her thighs together.
I said casually. "How did your day go, get everything done that you planned on?"
"I hurried up right after you left, got the laundry started, then cleaned house, I kind of wanted to go to Salt Lake, but I was to tired by then, so I just hung around here."
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