Mrs July, USA
I came by my friend's home for some Fourth of July barbecue, but then his wife got slutty and invited me into the bedroom . . .
Gerry found me alone by myself in the bar across the street from our work station. It was noon–lunch break hour. I’d had lunch already and was enjoying a smoke and a beer while watching the latest World Cup soccer match happening that hot summer afternoon. The bar was filled with customers; I made like I didn’t notice any of them.
“I’ve been looking around for you, Eddie,” he said after tapping my shoulder. “How’re you been, man?”
“Doing all right; chilling,” I murmured. “What about you?”
“All good here, brother. All good here.”
Gerald took the stool beside me at the counter. I expected him to order himself a beer, but when he didn’t, that let me know he had something on mind to share, hence why he came looking for me.
“You know tomorrow’s Saturday, right?” he asked.
“Yeah, I know.”
“Fourth of July, man.”
“You said it.”
“Got any plans?”
I thought for a moment, then shrugged. “Watch a game on the tube, then maybe later head out to the lake and see if anyone’s shooting fireworks. That’s about all I can think of,” I said.
“How about you come over tomorrow,” he suggested. “June is making barbeque steak, and there’s going to be lots of beer. It’ll be fun.”
“You sure? I thought you’d be having your kids around.”
“Not this year,” Gerald said. “June specifically asked that I invite you over; it’ll be a lot better than being stuck alone by yourself. Not unless you’ve got someone coming over.”
I had nobody coming over. I was three months away from my divorce, and still finding it awkward being a bachelor all over again. Though I did miss having some free pussy. That’s what a brother gets for being lonely, I guess.
“She actually said that?” I looked at Gerald, as if expecting to see doubt in his eyes. I liked his wife, and we got along very easily whenever she had me over for dinner. Though that was back when I was still married.
“She did,” Gerald said. “So what do you say? Come by around five tomorrow. I’ve got to head back to my shift; see you then.”
He tapped my shoulder and left. I wanted to stop him, but instead watched in silence as he made for the door and then left the establishment. I thought I should have asked for more proof, but figured it wouldn’t matter. At least it would be fun to leave my apartment come Saturday.
She turned around to present all angles to me, even tantalisingly shaking her butt, the whole time smiling like the happiest girl in the world.
* * *
Saturday. Fourth of fucking July. Evening.
I hopped into my car and drove to Gerald’s home. I called him when I was at a red light less than a mile away and told him how soon I would be there. Gerald replied that I should keep coming. The light turned green and I shifted into gear and continued to his place.
Gerald’s car wasn’t in his driveway when I arrived. I parked in front of his home, got out, then approached his front door. I pressed the doorbell and waited. Seconds later it opened to reveal his wife; my mouth dropped and hit the floor when I saw what she was wearing.
June wore a robe that was open to reveal her lingerie adorned in the radiant colours of the American flag. You would think she would be shocked and surprised to see me. Far from it, she had the most radiant smile on her face I’d ever seen. She took my hand and invited me inside before my senses could make their decision.
“I’m so glad you made it,” she said as she led me into the living room. “And a happy Fourth of July to you, by the way.”
“Same to you, June. Is Gerald home? I didn’t see his car outside.”
“Gerald got a call from the office a while ago. He said he’ll be back within the hour, but who knows. Anyway, I’m glad you’re here to keep me company though. Come, have a seat. Would you care for anything to drink? A beer or something hard?”
“A beer would do just fine, thanks.”
“Okay. You just sit there and wait.” June took off her robe and threw it on a couch. “That’s only going to get in the way for me,” she said. “I’ll be back in a minute.”
I couldn’t take my eyes off from admiring her voluptuous buttocks behind her bikini as they swished side to side while she left the room. June does have a gorgeous body–tits and ass included. God knows if it weren’t for the fact that I was buddies with her husband, nothing would have stopped me from wanting to nail her. Already I could feel my penis kicking to life inside my jeans and had to adjust myself to cool my nerves–this was my friend’s wife we’re talking about here, not some twenty-dollar whore.
June returned with two beers in hand and gave me one.
“How come you’re dressed like this?” I inquired after taking a sip of my beer.
“It’s freaking hot outside, isn’t it? Besides, Gerald bought this recently for me, but he’s never seen me in it. I was going to wear it for him, but then he had to leave. I figured why not put it on since you’re coming over. What do you think? Don’t I look good in it? This is me in my Mrs. July bikini.”
She turned around to present all angles to me, even tantalisingly shaking her butt, the whole time smiling like the happiest girl in the world. I was trying my damndest to resist being aroused, but she seemed to be making it difficult for me. I couldn’t help turning my face slightly away, not wanting to appear too embarrassed.
“Yes, yes, you sure look good in it, June. You might as well stop before you get me in the mood now.”
“What mood would you be referring to, Eddie?”
“You know what I mean; stop playing.”
I meant it humorously. Little did I know that was her intention the entire time.
“How about I see for myself,” June said.
She sat beside me and audaciously grabbed my crotch. So unprepared was I that I pretty much jumped and nearly dropped my beer.
“Is this what you’re referring to, Eddie,” she crackled while still impressing upon my crotch, feeling over my hard-on that refused to stay silent. “I see your little man has gotten bigger. How about we allow it to breathe. What do you say?”
I was too stunned out of my head to stop her from what she did next.
June came and knelt before me and proceeded to unzip my jeans. Words choked in my throat as I watched her dip inside to then fish out my semi-erect penis. She slid her tongue up my shaft before popping it into her mouth.
I felt a cold sensation sting my brain the instant her lips enveloped my prick. The sensation was a familiar one, although it had been a long while since I felt it; it was like reconnecting with an old lost friend. Yet this was wrong; this whole thing felt very wrong.
“June . . . June, please . . . we ought to stop this.”
“Stop what, Eddie?” she murmured while still playing with my manhood.
“This,” I said, biting my lips as the sweet sensation kept attacking me. “Please, we should . . . Gerald would be back any minute.”
“So what if he does,” she said. “Don’t worry about Gerald; worry about me instead.”
June went on sucking my cock with the dexterity of a pro. I surrendered to her power, allowing her to do what she wanted. She loosened my belt and top button, then wiggled my jeans down my thighs to suck me better. She later stopped, rose to her feet and reached for my hand.
“Why don’t you come let me show you the rest of the house,” she said. “We can get better privacy there.”
“What about Gerald?”
“Don’t worry yourself about Gerald–he already knows what we’ll be up to,” she said. “That’s why he left to give us a head start.”
Like a lamb led to slaughter, I offered her my hand and allowed her to lead me to her bedroom.
My cock slid into her vagina with ease. Her wet pussy acted as a perfect lubricant as I held her waist and continued deeper.
June got onto the bed on her elbows and knees, and waited for me to wrestle out of my clothes. Finally naked, I dropped behind her and loosened her American swimsuit, then tongued her pussy and ass crack. I grabbed her cheeks and spread them apart as wide as I could while slobbering up and down her cunt lips. June whimpered and squirmed as I expected; her sensuous moans let me know she was loving every minute of it.
I couldn’t help imagining how Gerald would respond if he came and found us like this. Best not to think about it, I thought. I poured my heart into my pussy-eating quest, even took time to bury my tongue into her asshole before pulling back to catch my breath. June did whimper aloud when I did that. She requested that I do it again, which I did, before eventually rising to my feet.
My cock slid into her vagina with ease. Her wet pussy acted as a perfect lubricant as I held her waist and continued deeper. June tried to look over her shoulder at what I was doing. She shoved her butt back at me each time I withdrew. Her pussy felt comfortably tight and fantastic–this was what I’d been missing since my divorce.
“Go ahead, slap my butt, Eddie,” she purred. “Smack my big booty.”
I did that–Slap!
“Uh-uh. Smack it hard. Smack it like you own it.”
SLAP!
“Oh yeah, I like that!”
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
“Awwhh yes! This is your booty now, Eddie. Don’t worry about Gerald–he hasn’t fucked me in months. He doesn’t fucking know how to fuck!”
For some reason, hearing her talk like that spurred me into overdrive. I increased my thrusts and gritted my teeth while fucking her harder. I continued to smack her butt, leaving red welts on her luscious flesh; June loved every minute of it.
I kept pounding her pussy harder and harder. June kept urging me on, the way her body shook and bounced back at me, she kept moaning louder, telling me not to stop. My heart was trotting like a thoroughbred. I saw the finish line drawing closer even though my eyes stayed shut.
The moment came and I let myself loose inside my friend’s wife’s pussy; I simply couldn’t help it.
I crashed beside her on the bed, gasping for air like I was breathing my last. June left the bed and went into the bathroom to clean herself, then returned to lie beside me.
“That was incredible,” she murmured. “How come you and I never did it before?”
“Are you crazy? Gerald’s going to tear me apart if he comes and finds us like this.”
I tried to get off the bed, but she stopped me.
“I told you already that Gerald knows. He only went to get more beers; relax, and thanks for making my Fourth of July special.”
I did as she suggested and lay beside her while she caressed my chest. If she wasn’t bothered, then I guess I shouldn’t either.
