One day after work, I decided to visit a bar and have some lovely time for myself. I sat at the expensive bar, sipping a craft beer. Bar, where only the rich spend their time and have full of themselves. This was a weekly tradition for me and my wife, Jennifer.
Every Friday, we made it a point to go to the bar after work, get some drinks, and just relax but since she's still recovering, i was alone in the bar.
I liked to unwind, vent about all my troubles of the week, and leave those worries behind them. I like the bar. Everything inside was made out of nice, warm wood, and they had a great alcohol selection, making it a very inviting locale for young couples. It wasn't, like, a 'bar' bar, you know? It wasn't overly loud.
There were no darts or pool tables or anything like that. It was a more modern and cooler locale, and it attracted a young, hip clientele. I very was busy, sipping my beer, eye
Her cute outfit matched up to my first impression of her. On her legs were tall, knee-length leather boots. Above those, adorning her legs, were brown mesh stockings, leading up to a slim, black leather skirt, clinging to her thighs. Up top, there was some color to be found to contrast against the darkness of the rest of her outfit.A slim top, made out of some sort of smooth material, colored white, purple and black, in a slightly floral pattern. The top was short-sleeved, allowing her lithe, tan arms to be left exposed. But what really caught my attention was her chest. This woman, despite having some meat on her bones, had a relatively fit figure, all things considered, which made the fact that she had absolutely massive boobs all the more noticeable. Enormous and round and full, they looked like tanned, overinflated balloons, stuffed into her top, bursting to get out.The top had laces from the neck down to the middle of her
Can you just listen to yourself? Can you repeat yourself and listen attentively to your shit? You are dam old enough to be my mother who would be advising me not to cheat or hurt my wife. Telling me the things to do to keep my marriage working.Well, I'm not surprised. You are a bad egg and that's probably why you are not married. No sensible man will get married to a lady like you. I wonder how you spend your college days. I have no other thing to tell you than to let you know that I love my girlfriend! I'm not gonna cheat... period!" I stated, as plainly as possible, trying to dissuade this aggressive older lady. She seemed mildly confused by this, as if this didn't make sense to her."Oh! If you're worried about me not knowing what guys like you want... trust me. I know things, forget about all this gospel talk. You are just pretending" She began."I'm VERY experienced, if you know what I mean," she added, but I s
"It's because you like me..." she purred."You like my body..." she added, jutting out her chest, her expansive tanned cleavage impossible not to glance at again. I found myself looking before I realized what I was doing. The full, firm flesh of her enormous, overripe old-lady melons was pouring through the laces of her top, bursting to escape. .For the first time, I noticed a black tattoo on her breast, slightly faded and obscured, so I couldn't figure out what it was."I don't know you, lady," I said again, sliding my eyes away from her jutting chest smoothly, looking away for a moment before meeting her gaze."And I don't want to know you. Even if I was... that... type of guy, which I'm not... you would not be my first choice. You're not exactly my type..." I said, hoping a little rudeness might shoo her away."And again, for the tenth time now, I'm ha
I was a bit baffled a HeIonetheless did the same, turning away from her to face the bar, returning to my beer. What was going on here? Who was this lady? How could someone like her actually be that bold? It was crazy! I was still not fully convinced this wasn't a joke, but it seemed all real. I had never experienced something like this, with a woman aiming so far out of her league by pursuing me so aggressively.Not to talk myself up as this ultimate of manhood, I didn't mean it like that. But I could fully admit am a good-looking man, and judging by the attention I got from women, this admission didn't seem unfair. A lot of beautiful young women seemed to want a piece of me for sexual satisfaction, so having an older woman like her pursue me and think she could succeed where all those other girls failed was shocking, to say the least. But I felt I had handled it about as well as possible, all things considered.And now th
"You've been on your phone all night, babe," She said."Anyone that looked could see your password. And now... I have your phone number," she boasted with a huge grin.I perplexed. Was this really happening? The shock was obvious on my face, and she just had to speak up."What's wrong? Have you seriously never been sexted by an older woman?" I remained silent, and judging by my shock, she had her answer."Really? I'm surprised. A stud like you... I figured you'd have gaggles of old sluts throwing themselves at you. Well... I'm happy I'm gonna be the one to pop that cherry." Still completely gobsmacked, I glanced at the image on the phone again before deleting and blocking her number without second thought.This woman... how could she still so shamelessly pursue me like this after I turned her down? "What's wrong?" She asked."Hon, you've
I had to admit, Lucy had started to grow on me. She had improved immensely as a worker, so I didn't have to stand over her shoulder as much. Even her girly, naïve charm had started to grow on me. And her infuriating perfect body didn't bother me as much as it used to. I began to trust her with all the chores and I even let her take my car out for errands.The only thing that occasionally set off alarm bells was her wardrobe. Occasionally, she would wear something that flattered her a little too well. It was never over the top or slutty, but every so often, she would wear a shirt that was a little too tight. A little too low cut.She would wear jeans that hung a little too low. She was admittedly a gorgeous girl, and typically, a woman wouldn't want a girl that beautiful around their house, and around their man.But, it was hard to view her as a threat. She was so shy and introverted and naïve that s
Is has been 19days now since I went through surgery. I was getting better every morning. It seems am actually going to live longer than predicted. I feel so happy. Happy that am going to spend more time with Mike, happy that am not dying anytime soon, happy that am not dying again. Happy that am finally going to live normal like others again. Immediately having kids came to my mind. Finally an going to live a normal life and have kids. All thanks to Mike, he offered his best just to make sure I survived. He makes me happy all time which made me to be positive and eager to fight to live. Now am ok. I feel myself and it seems am now strong, energize like never before. Even though I've gotten better, I still have a couple of drugs and to take for 6 months.The next morning I decided to prank Mike. My plan was dark but I made up my mind to do it. Since he had made it a habit of
"Please Jennifer wake up. Am begging you in the name of god. Please wake up." He opened my eyes with his finger. I can how scared he was. He shake me amidst holding me on both arms, with tears running down his cheek."Don't do this to me. I love you very much. I was hoping we will spend this life together. I thought have been settled. Why are you doing this to me. Please, come back to me." Now he was practically crying. This was the first time I was seeing him cry. He was so confused that it had not came to his mind to check my heartbeat or pulse to check if am breathing at all.He was crying and shedding tears. Now am done with the prank, how will I end it? I was some how scared that he will get angry with me. What if he touch me out of anger?Moments later, he placed his ear on my chest, still confused, he rushed outside. I don't know where he was rushing to but am sure he's not leaving the house. I got u