Three Choices from an Unsatisfied Wife - Sex Stories

Three Choices from an Unsatisfied Wife

... least some women would appreciate. Putting on one of the shirts I had just purchased, I decided to leave two buttons open at the top to expose some of my chest. The two gold chains with medallion looked pretty good around my neck. Even sexy, I thought to myself. I started to step into my boxer shorts and then changed my mind in favor of a pair of briefs that was little more than a colorful jock strap. It really wasn't large enough to contain my cock, particularly if I got hard, but then, after all, that was the whole point. The jeans were a size too small, but then, what the hell, that was also the idea. When I looked in the mirror, I saw that the jeans did a great job of outlining my large cock. I was certain they did the same for my tight butt. Well, I thought to myself, let's see if there are any women out there who might be interested. After four years off the dating scene, I wasn't certain one way or the other. ---------------------------------------- The &#034Night Life&#034 club was rumored to be the best pickup spot around for interested singles and for couples interested in adding some spice to their lives. I had never been before, but that was my choice for the evening. For the first hour, I sat at the bar sipping my bourbon and water on the rocks as I checked out the possibilities. After identifying a few of the women, I wondered what the best approach might be. In the end, I decided to use simple forthright honesty. If it worked, great! If it didn't, at least I ...

... would have the satisfaction of knowing that I had not attempted to deceive anyone. Just before I decided to speak a particularly attractive brunette, I noticed that a striking blonde, probably in her mid-30s was smiling at me from her table. Amazingly, she was alone. &#034Well... here goes nothing,&#034 I thought, adding in my mind the well-known phrase, &#034Damn the torpedoes... full speed ahead!&#034 Her smile broadened as I approached her table. Sitting down, I came straight to the point. &#034Hi. I'm Phillip... my friends call me Phil. My wife's gone for a week, and I'm on my own for seven days. As beautiful as you are, it's hard to believe you're alone. Are you?&#034 &#034Your wife's away and you're looking to play. Is that it?&#034 she challenged. &#034That's the idea, but I'm so out of practice after four years, I'm afraid my approach is outdated. Am I permitted to know your name?&#034 &#034It's Gloria. No last names needed. And the way you look, Phil, I wouldn't worry too much about your approach.&#034 &#034Thank you,&#034 I said staring into the deep cleavage between what had to be at least 36DD tits. &#034Sorry to stare, but Damn, you're gorgeous! So are you alone? If so, would you like to dance?&#034 &#034No. I'm with my husband, Albert. Just call him Al. I told him to go to the men's room and stay there until I had enticed you over to our table.&#034 &#034Really? He wanted you to entice me over?&#034 &#034Oh yes. He gets off watching me with other men... especially ...