1. Margaret - Chapter 1


    Date: 9/13/2017, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: Jack_W_Green, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    I met Margaret outside my favorite drinking spot, an English pub in south Florida. I was sitting at a table outside having a beer when along came Margaret and her husband. The place was busy so they asked if they could sit across from me. Margaret wasn’t beautiful but she had a very pretty face: beautiful full lips and big green eyes. Despite her Anglo-sounding first name, Margaret was Chinese by birth. Her parents had named her after some movie actress they liked. She had a wonderful body: 5’5” tall, not skinny but firm and ripe. She had small, perky breasts, which I love, and a perfect ass. Of course I couldn’t see all this at the time; I could only make out the outlines of her body through the fabric of her dress. Detailed exploration wouldn’t happen for several weeks. Her husband Jeff owned a chain of furniture stores. Jeff was a very big fan of Jeff; as we drank, he let me know that he was probably the smartest, most successful guy in the history of the universe. Margaret smiled indulgently but looked a little pained at times. She was wearing a purple bra; sometimes when she leaned to pick up her drink I could see its lacy edges. I was getting very horny looking at her. Jeff was getting very drunk. Once in a while I caught her glancing at me when she knew Jeff wasn’t paying attention. Some combination of booze and the curve of her breasts gave me a massive erection. Luckily I didn’t have to get up for a drink or the bulge in my pants would have been tough to ...
    disguise. I encouraged Jeff to drink plenty. The drunker he got, the less sense he made and the less alert he became. Then the beer got to his bladder and he had to go inside to find the bathroom. Finally, I had a chance to be alone with her. We hit it off completely, chatted about where we came from, what we liked, etc. Margaret’s cheeks were a little flushed; maybe from the wine she was drinking, but I hoped there was more to it than that. She definitely started to flirt with me in her own quiet way. I was praying Jeff would fall asleep on the toilet or at least take a long, long time. As Jeff returned, a couple of my drinking buddies stopped by and asked if they could perch at our table. I was glad to see them, but also used them to engage Jeff in conversation. I think one of them was actually impressed by Jeff’s big talk but the other one (the smart one) was reading Jeff like a book, teasing him without Jeff realizing it, occasionally looking over at me with a mischievous glint in his eye. I was so glad he was there, and he had figured out where my interest lay. There are wing men and then there are wing men; this guy is the Red Baron of wing men. As my friends settled into chatting with Jeff, I moved around the table bit by bit so Margaret and I could hear each other better (yes, I know – any excuse.) She still had a slight accent. Those lips were begging to be kissed. I wasn’t trying to hide the fact that I thought she was hot, and she didn’t seem to mind. She was definitely ...
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