The Bar & The Wife – The Boy Toy

I think that I am a pretty normal guy. 5′ 11″ healthy, work out every other day for an hour. Aerobics for an hour on my off days. 200 pounds of muscle. I have never measured my cock, but women use two hands to stroke it, and some women can’t get it all inside of them. I am confident and strong willed, have a good job that I enjoy, most of the time, and it pays well, for my needs. I own a nice small home a few blocks from the ocean in Hermosa Beach, California. Life is good. I surf when I can, and where I live there are always lots of nice women to flirt with. Hermosa Beach is a wonderful place to live.

A couple of years before my 22nd birthday, I met this incredible woman. Crazy sexy and a lively fun personality. 5′ 4″ and 130 pounds, nice full breasts with ever hard nipples. Long reddish blonde hair and bright green eyes. When I first saw her, I couldn’t stop looking at her. By the time I finally got her to notice me as someone but just another guy admiring her, she had lost ten pounds of fat and gained a strong fit body, obviously working out hard at some gym. Fuck, she was perfect.

The problem was, she is very happily married and completely loyal to this 6′ 3″ and 240 pound hardbody dude with an attitude that has the power, self confidence and control to make everyone not dare to step beyond flirting with his wife. I have seen him working out at the gym, and watched him over the years in kickboxing matches. He is definitely not someone I want angry with me. But, I adore his wife. I can’t help myself, I long to have her in my arms, in my bed. I crave her so badly. She is in every thought I have. I dream of her at night. I masturbate thinking about her. Am I obsessed with her? Am I willing to pursue her in spite of the very real danger of his wrath? Yes, and Yes. Am I a fool? Probably. But I can’t help myself.

It took a year before we became friends enough for us to hug and touch. She is very flirty, but her and her husband are very well known in this small town. One too intimate of a touch would be noticed. But I tried anyway. Things like standing there with my arm around her waist while we are talking to other friends, and innocently sliding my hand down across her ass cheek as I step away to pick up my drink.

Months went by with me hugging her and touching her discreetly. Only once, when my hand stopped to squeeze her ass and pat it, did she object beyond stepping away if I got too touchy. That time she turned towards me, got right in my face, and said with quiet anger,

What the fuck man! Are you trying to get us both in a world of deep trouble? Don’t you ever do that shit again!

And she walked away and refused to talk with me for several days. When I walked towards her, she would walk away. I was seriously thinking that I had over stepped myself and had lost her friendship all together. Then out of the blue things changed. I was in a parking lot in Redondo Beach. I had just put stuff in the back of my SUV when she pulled her car up behind me, stopped and got out. She was standing there, just looking at me. I mean like for a few minutes, not saying a word. Then she said, “Fuck It!” and stepped forward and kissed me on the lips. Soft and gently our lips touched, they parted, her eyes never left mine. Then she licked lips and kissed me again, with tongue. Not a long kiss, but yeah. Oh yeah. Fucking hot kiss. Then she stepped back, giving my cock a squeeze as she did so, and said,

You are going to get us in so much trouble. Please just go away. Ok?

And she got in her car and drove away. I stood there stunned. Way happy. But stunned speechless. I never expected her to do this. She had never touched me before or kissed me. Except a hug and a cheek kiss hello or good-by. It was always me touching her. And now she had just kissed me on the lips twice and once with tongue. And yes, she even gave my cock a squeeze. Wow, oh wow!

Weeks went by without a sign of her anywhere. Then one day I saw her walking in Torrance heading into the Red Car Micro Brewery. I followed her inside. The place was practically empty at that time of the day. She was at the bar, getting ready to sit on a bar stool. I walked up behind her, slid my arms around her waist pulled her against me and kissed her on her cheek. My heart was pounding. What was she to think? How was she going to react?

The bartender walked over and asked what the two of us will have. Without moving an inch she said,
“Two Porters”. Then she turned to me and said, “I thought I told you to go away”.

I’m sorry, but I can’t do that.

Why?

Because over the last two years of knowing you, I find that I keep Falling slowly in love with you, more and more each and every day. And now I realize that I am in love with you and I can not go away without you knowing how I feel.

You do realize that I am a happily married woman in a committed relationship, and that nothing can ever happen between us, right?

Yes, I always believed that. Right up until the day you stopped your car long enough to lovingly kiss me like an old lover and give my cock a loving squeeze. Suddenly, I have hope.

She looked at me long and quiet, We drank our beers in silence. Half way through the beer, she turned to me and said,

I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry. I am married. Please forget me.

And she walked out, leaving me the bill. I drank my beer, then hers. Fucking good beer.

I didn’t see her again for three months. Then one morning, she was sitting on my front porch when I opened the door to head over to the beach. She was beautiful in a soft light yellow dress and yellow flip-flops with flowers on them. Her shoulders were bare with just spaghetti straps holding up her low cut dress, showing the tops of her full breasts. Braless as always with a delicate necklace drawing attention to her breasts. Her short dress really made her beautiful legs look like they wanted to be wrapped around my naked body. I was beyond surprised seeing her there. Speechless surprised.

Are you going to invite me in?

Why are you here? Why didn’t you just knock on my door instead of just sitting here?

Why am I here? You are going to have to invitee me in to get an answer to that.
Why didn’t I knock? Because I hadn’t decided if I could, or should, yet.
Coming here is way beyond my comfort zone. I do not go alone to a mans house. My husband is with me, or I do not go. But you know that. And you know that I do not cheat. Ever. Right?

Yes I do. Please come in.

Once inside I took her in my arms and kissed her exactly like she kissed me. Then I stepped back and looked at her.

What was that kiss for? she asked.

You kissed me like that, in all fairness, I had to kiss you back.

Looking into her eyes, I stepped forward, reached down and pulled her up, almost kissing her I slid my other hand under her dress, sliding it up her inner thigh, teasing the flesh.

We are almost even, you squeezed my cock that day.

My hand found her without panties, and wet. I gave everything between her legs a gentle squeeze.
She smiled and said,

I guess we are even. Fair is fair, I guess. But please stop. We can not,,,,,,,

I kissed her. Deeply and passionately. And slid two fingers in, right onto her G Spot. Unfair, I know. And her almost instant orgasm came as a complete surprise. I totally did not expect that to happen. I did not stop. My palm was over her clit, my gingers in her vagina, my mouth on hers my other hand on her butt, her arms around me. After a few minutes of this, she said for me to stop, oh please stop. So I did.

We need to talk. This is wrong. We can’t be doing this!

I let her go. She thanked me and sat on my favorite chair. Then she started talking.
God she looked beautiful.

You said that you love me, I mean really actually love me. How can this be true? You know that this is a foolish love. I am married to a wonderful husband that I love dearly.

But here you sit in my house right after orgasming all over my hand.

Yes. But please be quiet and listen to me. This is very hard for me to come here and say this.
I love having you as my friend and have come to love you and treasure every moment that we have together. I have noticed you falling in love with me. And I know that I should have stopped it. But I couldn’t. I was confused. I dearly love my husband, but could feel my attraction for you and my feelings for you as a dear friend blossoming into a sexually strong romantic love. That scared me. how could I possibly be falling in love with another man? Isn’t this supposed to be impossible? Or at least, very very wrong? Help me understand this.

I will never leave my husband for you. I love him very deeply. Cheating on my husband goes against everything I believe in. I am a loyal and faithful wife who has,,,, shit, can I actually say it? Ok. (big long deep sigh) I have come to the conclusion that somehow, for some unknown reason, that I have fallen in love with you. Shit. I actually admitted that out loud. But, nothing can become of this. Help me be strong. If you truly love me, help me stay faithful to my husband. Ok? Please.

I walked over to her, not saying a word. I took her hand and told her that I wanted to show her the house. In each room, we stopped and I held her while talking about the room. I my bedroom, I turned her, facing me I told her how much I love her, stroking her body, kissing her. Then I simply lifted her dress off over her head and tossed it on a chair. She didn’t object really, just a soft quiet, no. Then I kissed with her some more and fondled her as I backed her slowly to my bed. Then in one smooth motion I sat her down, laid her on her back, lifted her legs high and wide and knelt down and made love to her pussy with my mouth. Her no no no, please no,,,,, turned into, oh yes, oh god yes, oh my fucking god yes. Then lots of orgasmic moans.

After about 40 minutes she begged me to stop and pushed my head away. Then she rolled onto her side and cried, telling me,

I’m so ashamed. This was wrong. So fucking wrong.

When she turned to me, there I stood, face dried off, still dressed, her dress in hand ready to slip back over her head. She sat up, I slipped the dress over her head. She stood up, pulling it down. Then looked inquisitively at me and said,

You really do love me, don’t you?

Yes. Go splash cold water on your face and go home to your husband. Respect your marriage, stay away from me. Because if you come back, I promise that I will make mad passionate love to you for as long as you can stay. She looked at me for awhile, gave a small smile and headed to the bathroom to wash up.

It was a month before I saw her again. I had woken up, started the coffee, and was just getting out of the shower when the front door bell rang. I answered it wet, towel around me, dripping all over the floor. I was happy to see her and hoped she remembered what would happen if she ever came back here.

Come on in. Fresh coffee in the kitchen. Have some while I dry off and get dressed.

When I came out of my bathroom naked and expecting to get dressed, there she was. A Nude Beauty on my bed, smiling. My heart almost burst with pleasure. It took so long, and was such a difficult journey to get her here. A bigger surprise, she stayed the whole weekend. Her sister in San Diego was covering for her. Letting hubby know that his wife was spending the weekend with her. God that was a good weekend. I knew that she was beautiful. I never dreamed,,,,, well of course I dreamed, lol, that she would turn out to be such a wild lover with such an openness to doing absolutely everything sexual possible. Her husband is a very lucky man!

The next month she moved with her husband to Laguna Beach. Far enough away that I didn’t see him again for two years. During that time, she spent a weekend almost every month with me. We fell into a comfort zone, even going out to eat together in Redondo Beach. Then one day we forgot ourselves and kissed in a bar in Hermosa Beach, within walking distance from my house. I guess we were seen by her husbands friend. Because the next weekend she came to meet me, her husband and that friend were shooting pool in the back, and watching us. I survived. That big motherfucker did not kick my ass. Oh, he could have. Easily. Without trying, probably. I’m fit and strong. But he is a beast.

They watched, then followed us to my house and not only watched as I made love to his wife, but came inside and recorded it on their phones. Then stole my fucking wallet and pissed all over my toilet seat. I did not know it was them though. I called the cops, made a police report and everything. It wasn’t until after she went home and her husband gave her my wallet and showed her a video taken from inside my home of me fucking her, that I realized I hadn’t been burglarized. Instead, I was truly and completely fucked.

My world came crashing down. I was sure he was probably going to make sure that I had a nice vacation at Torrance Memorial Hospital, and I was positive that I would never see the love of my life again. I cried. Who wouldn’t! Then she shocked me, she told me her husband had asked her to call me, he was listening to our conversation. We talked for over an hour. She told me that she loves me and that her husband knows everything, and has always known everything. She told me to not worry, her husband would not hurt his wife’s Boy Toy. Me? A Boy Toy? Me? And she told me I could come to their house tomorrow to pick up my wallet. When I asked her if he was going to stop me from seeing her again, she said, “No, but that there were new rules”.

I went the next day and picked up my wallet, totally nervous. He told me to man up and tell him that I have been fucking his wife for two years. I did. Scariest thing that I have ever done in my life. She took me by the hand led me to their couch, and sat with me on the couch holding my hands while explaining the new Rules. He gave me a beer. Rule One. NEVER any public displays of affection again. Rule Two. No secrets, No seeing her without permission. Rule Three. No sex ANYWHERE except inside my home without his permission.

Could I live with this? Oh hell YES. The next few years were amazing.

Before I left to go home that day, he went to the store. She came to me and told me that her husband just told her to give me the best blowjob of my life before sending me home. I couldn’t fuck her. She didn’t have permission for that. It was a wonderful blowjob. But mostly I learned that he truly did know everything and was completely in control.

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