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Harry Let His Wife Watch
by StraightStick602 (no address provided)

***

A bored wife meets a 60 something friend by chance at 
the local bar as she's moping about her husband playing 
poker with his buddies. Even though the guy is almost 
twice her age she feels drawn to him and decides to take 
him home and fuck his brains out. But things don't work 
out quite as planned. (MF, wife-cheat, oral, wife-voy)

***

It was Friday night and it had been a horrible week at 
work. It seemed like everything that I had done the boss 
had been on my ass. I needed a night out and I sure as 
hell needed a drink or six. I needed to get laid and get 
rid of a week's worth of stress. I knew exactly what I 
needed and where I could get it.

I'm a 26-year-old black hair green eye woman with a 
fairly slim body and a sense of humor that makes most of 
my coworkers laugh when I tell a funny story. I've 
worked for an automotive parts warehouse ever since I 
found out college was real work and I am better at 
selling auto parts to my customer log than actually 
working for a living. I'm an Inside Sales Rep. My name 
is Nancy and this is my story.

I opened my refrigerator, took out a light beer pouring 
it into a glass. Taking my beer I headed into the 
bathroom and stripping off my cloths turned on the 
shower waiting for it to warm to my touch. I looked at 
my body in the mirror. My breasts were very good size, I 
wear a 36C bra, and with my shaved pubic area I looked 
very fuckable in the mirror. The men I knew loved to bed 
me and I love to be their slut and let them.

I showered, combed my hair and dressed in my favorite 
jeans and low cut top. Presenting myself right at the 
local bar I frequented would not only get a lot of free 
drinks but possibly a not so drunk guy to bring me home 
for a roll in the hay. I had dated several of the locals 
and even on a couple occasions given Gary, my favorite 
owner and bar tender, a blow in the bathroom stall.

At first I felt innocent, almost a little naughty, but 
after doing it a couple of days later again, I felt 
dirty almost slutty. For the first time it made me feel 
excited.

After making sure everything was just right and 
finishing my last few gulps of my beer I locked the door 
and headed for the bar. It was only three short blocks 
in the old Italian neighborhood I lived in.

I had rented the little half house from the people in 
the big house up front that owned the property. They 
were an older couple in their 70's and had always 
treated me like their daughter. They did not care if I 
had company overnight as long as I kept the noise down. 
They never did bother me or question me about my male 
friends that spent the night. This worked well for me.

As I turned the last corner I saw the hanging sign 
stating this was indeed George's Place. Of course 
George, the original owner had passed away about six 
years ago, but not before selling out to Gary the 
current owner and as I said my favorite bartender. As I 
walked up to the door I thought something must be wrong 
as there were only four cars in the parking lot, and I 
recognized one as Gary's.

As I stepped inside I saw Gary behind the bar. I walked 
over and hopped up on a stool.

"Hi sexy, where is everyone?"

"Joe's having a poker game over at his house, and I 
guess everyone is over there."

"Looks like you've done went out of business," I said 
giggling.

I looked around and Harry was sitting four stools down 
from me, and in a back booth a couple of older guys were 
playing a game of checkers. God this place was dead and 
my best laid plans were going to hell.

"Hey you ok?" Gary said setting a beer and a shot of JD 
in front of me.

"Oh, oh yah just fine, was just thinking." 

"How you been hun?"

"Been good, cept could use a little more business."

Gary picked up the twenty I dropped on the bar and went 
for the change.

"Hi cutie," Harry said as he looked down the bar at me.

"Oh hi Harry, how you been?"

"What brings you down, Friday and you stepping out?"

Now Harry was about 65 years old, retired a couple of 
month's back. He was probably 6-6-1/2 feet tall, skinny 
to my five foot two, 120-pound frame. He would come down 
to George's every now and then, sit at the bar not 
saying much, drink two or three beers and then head 
home. 

He always played one of the two George Jones songs on 
the jukebox and always seems to have a tear in his eye 
while listening. I know he had been married for what 
seemed like forever, and his wife had been afflicted 
with something that had left her in a wheel chair not 
able to do much but watch television or listen to the 
radio. Harry had worked most of his life in the concrete 
business and still was, at his age very rugged looking 
to say the least.

"Just came down to see who was here. How's the wife?"

"Same as usual."

I picked up my beer and walk down to where he set, 
motioning at the stool next to him. "Can I set here?"

"Sure, sure sit down honey."

Harry signaled Gary, 'get her another shot.'

After Gary went back washing glasses, Harry reached over 
and put his hand on my leg.

I reached over and put my hand on top of his not 
allowing him to move his hand letting him know it was ok 
with me.

"How's that job going?"

"Oh the fucking boss has been on my ass all week. You 
know, the guys upstairs are on him because sales are 
down so he's being a prick to everyone in sales."

"Yes that's the way it goes in sales," he said followed 
by a laugh. He massaged my leg. "It'll get better."

I took the shot he bought me and gulped it in one quick 
motion. My head started to spin. "And how is 
retirement?" I asked.

"It's ok, except Martha got pissed at me the other day 
and won't hardly speak to me. Makes life kind of hard."

"Now what in the world could you do to make her mad, 
burn her toast?"

"No, she wheeled into my office the other day and caught 
me watching a porn movie on my computer."

"Ha ha, you? Watching porn?"

"Well yes, every since her stroke it's Rosy and her five 
sisters are all that take care of me."

"Harry, you're in your sixties and your still think 
about pussy?"

"Well yea, I'm not dead."

I laughed out loud. My lord, maybe this would not be a 
wasted night, if I worked it right. "I'm gonna have one 
more before I go. You want another shot or beer?" I 
suggested.

"Sure I will have a beer." Harry ordered.

How in the hell was I gonna ask him if he wanted to come 
over. "Maybe we ought to drink these and get out of 
here," I said.

"What do you mean, get out of here?"

"Well, I thought maybe we could stop by the liquor 
store, get a twelve pack and you could come by my 
house."

"Oh I would love that, but I got to get home to Martha."

"Oh, ok. I was just thinking... sorry."

"Now, that is ok, but you could come over to the house. 
It's about time for her to go to bed anyway. That way I 
could keep an eye on her."

"You got any beer there?"

"We'll stop and pick up some."

We went in his house by the back door that led into the 
kitchen. I could hear the television playing so I leaned 
against the kitchen counter while Harry went into the 
living room.

"It's time for you to go to bed dear. You shouldn't 
sleep in that damn chair or you'll get a sore neck."

Harry wheeled her toward the hallway obviously leading 
to the bedrooms.

"Who the hell is that young gal?"

"Oh that is just a friend from George's that came by to 
look at my record collection. She thinks she might know 
someone that will buy them," Harry lied.

"Sure put me to bed and bring some hussy around."

"Now Martha don't be that way with my friends."

Harry finished putting her in a back bedroom then 
returned to the kitchen. "Sorry honey, since she ended 
up in that damn chair, she's always been angry."

"Oh that's ok," I said.

Harry walked over, taking a beer out of the box, popping 
the top. He reached over and put an arm around me. "Hope 
you don't mind, but the way she is acting, I get so 
lonely."

"Oh no, that is ok." I reached over and put an arm 
behind his back pulling him to me and giving him a wet 
deep kiss. My tongue flicked inside his mouth, and I 
could taste the heat in his passion. He set his beer on 
the counter and his hand went to my breast and he 
squeezed it roughly making me moan. I could feel the 
wetness in the V between my thighs.

I reached down and rubbed the bulge in his pants. Damn 
it was huge and he had barely begun to become hard. Was 
this the same Harry I had talk with every now and then 
at George's? I unbuckled his belt allowing some space 
between him and his pants waistband and ran my hand down 
the front of his pants. His member hung down the leg of 
his pants and was rising to the occasion. I had to taste 
it and feel it deep in my hot moist pussy. I could not 
wait any longer.

I unzipped his pants and let his semi rigid cock spring 
from its bonds. Damn it wasn't even fully hard and had 
to be at least nine inches long and an inch and a half 
in diameter. It looked like one of those big old 
sausages you see at the grocery store.

Dropping to my knees I engulfed the head in my mouth, 
which in its self, was but a mouthful. I slowly started 
licking it, and sucking on the head. I took about a 
quarter of it in my mouth and I could feel him hitting 
the back of my throat.

Now I have fucked some big guys, and I've used some big 
vibs in myself when I could not find someone for relief, 
but Harry was indeed a monster.

I had his cock crammed down my hungry throat and was 
almost gagging when I heard his wife yell out in the 
other room.

"Fuck almighty, what is her problem now!"

Harry pulled away from me, taking me by the hand and 
pulling to my feet. I followed on his heels as he nearly 
dragged me down the hall to a door at the end. Opening 
the door and flipping on the light he escorted me into 
the room. His dick still sticking out of his pants he 
headed back down the hall.

"Go ahead and get undressed I'll be right back."

'Oh no what have I got myself into,' I thought to 
myself.

I pulled off my jeans and raised my shirt over my head 
and tossed them on the dresser. Not wearing a bra, I 
slipped out of my tiny panties and set down on the end 
of the bed. This is where everything kind of got weird.

Next thing I know Harry is pushing his wife into the 
room in her wheel chair.

"Oh no Harry, this is to wrong," I said reaching for my 
cloths.

With a wave of her hand Martha says to me, "No don't let 
me bother you, go ahead, go ahead please."

Feeling a little nervous I looked at Harry, his cock 
hanging down the front of his pants. "What the hell," I 
say.

Harry drops his pants as I drop to my knees, taking his 
cock in my hands and putting my lips to it I begin to 
resurrect it again.

Harry grabs the back of my head as his cock rises to the 
occasion and forces it deep in my throat. He begins to 
gyrate his hips as he face fucks me a little rough but 
enjoyably.

I was so hot and wet; I just wanted that monster cock in 
my pussy. He pulled out of my mouth and slapped me 
across the face lightly with his tool.

"FUCK ME HARRY! FUCK ME WITH THAT POLE OF YOURS!" I'm 
soon screaming, never having been a quite fuck.

Harry pulled me by the arms and almost threw me on the 
bed on my back. Grabbing my ankles he pushed my legs up 
over my head. Then dropping to his knees his tongue went 
expertly to my honey pot and started lapping my juices. 
His tongue knew how to work a pussy and nibbling on my 
cherry hard clit about put me over the edge.

"OH YES DADDY! RIGHT THERE... YES! YES! THAT'S IT!"

Again grabbing my ankles he placed them one of each of 
his shoulders and pushing forward he used one hand to 
guide his hard long cock into my pussy. He seemed to be 
gentle as to not cause me pain until he had about a 
quarter of it in me and then grabbing a butt cheek with 
each hand he rammed it deep in my hole. Oh damn he was 
gonna tear me in half, it was so long and fat. The room 
got a little dark for a few seconds and I seemed to see 
stars.

He leaned forward pushing even more of his big hunk of 
meat into my cunt. He buried his face between my breasts 
and without warning bit one of them. "Damn that hurts," 
I screamed.

I could hear him wheeze as he started pounding my pussy, 
driving each forward ram into me like a big old piston 
on some kind of machine. My insides ached, I was not 
sure if I would survive his monster cock pounding.

I had been molested when I was 17 by my stepfather and 
his friend and had come back from that with a love for 
sex. And then when I was 23 I met a guy that like to 
pass me around to his friends and again I still love a 
hard cock in me. But Harry seemed to be trying to break 
my will, like a cowboy breaks a horse by riding it till 
it has no more. The harder he fucked, the more I wanted 
and was bound to not give in.

I wrapped my legs around him and held on. The bed was 
cracking and I was sure it would snap in half any 
second, when all of a sudden Harry pulled up short. He 
drove it one or two more times deep inside me before he 
gushed a heavy stream of hot thick cum deep into my 
soul. I could feel it oozing out around his long fat 
cock.

"No Harry don't stop. Please Daddy give me more."

My juice spilled forward as I felt one orgasm after 
another ravishes my body.

Harry pulled out of my wet slouchy pussy and stood up. I 
wanted another round but could see by his now semi limp 
cock, with a stream of left over cum hanging from its 
eye, that we was done for at least now. He looked down 
at me and for the first time since we had met some years 
back at George's, I saw a twinkle in his eyes.

For me this was just a start of a new relationship with 
an older man. After a few minutes I got up, pulling my 
cloths back on. I saw Martha looking at me with a little 
grin on her face. 

As I walked by her on my way out of the bedroom I saw 
there was wetness in the crouch on her sweat bottoms she 
wore. I was not sure if it was from excitement or had 
she wet her pants. 

Either way, you could tell she had enjoyed it just about 
as much as I had.

END

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