My wife and I are in the middle of a nasty divorce. I’ve been feeling a little sorry for myself, so last Sunday afternoon a close friend of mine, Steve, asked me to join him and his girlfriend for a drive and dinner at a beautiful state park in a neighboring state. Eager to get out of the house, I quickly agreed.
During the course of the afternoon, Steve and Charlene made several jokes about both my lack of a sex life and the frequency of their own couplings. Despite that, I enjoyed dinner with them, and on the way home we stopped for dessert at a country bakery. After I dropped them off at Charlene’s house, I headed home, but I was cut off by some moron. As I braked, a bag of pastries from the bakery came sliding out from under the passenger seat. I looked down at what was a hand-written note on the bag: “The gentleman who returns this package to me will receive a reward much sweeter than its contents.” I got off the freeway at the next exit and was on my way back to Charlene’s house with a rock-hard cock.
Charlene seemed pleased when she opened the door. “I was hoping you’d get my message,” she said, “but I didn’t think it would be this soon. Your timing is great. Steve just left, since he’s teaching an early class tomorrow. He knows I invited you, by the way, so you don’t need to feel guilty.” She grabbed my hand and led me to her bedroom. Without another word, our bodies and lips were tightly locked. My cock pressed against her, anxious to be set free for something besides my right hand.