[M]y adventures with a married Girlfriend [MF]

Since my last story of misbehavior was so well received, I figured I’d crack open the vault and share some of my other deeds of dick delivery.

So more than a few years ago I was a bouncer at a local night club, living in a loft apartment above. I lived there with my girlfriend at the time, a good friend, and the infamous Sam.

At the time this all happened, I was 22, freshly rid of an extra 50lbs, and working at a popular night club as a bouncer with Sam. My girlfriend at the the time, Lisa, lived with Sam and I in an apartment above the club. Sam was fresh out of the military, and I was fresh out of fucks to give.

Lisa and I did not have a healthy relationship. We’d been together for a little over 2 years at this point, and It was currently a toxic shit show of insecurities, infidelity, and a mutual determination to be the bigger person. At the time of this story, I found out years later, she was seeing and sleeping with other people on a regular basis. I was on the verge of looking else where for validation and intimacy, but our lease still had a couple months left so I thought I’d ride it out and pull the chord when it came time to move out.

Around the end of January is when college town bars tend to pick back up, so we hired a few new faces to help with the extra work load until the end of the school year.

Enter Ali. 22, 5’3″, long brunette hair, fit tight legs and ass, blue eyes, C-cup tits, and a smile that could start and end a war. She’d grown up in smaller farm town near where we lived, so she had this Tom-boy swagger and girl next door charm that made her a hit with the staff and customers. Especially when she wore her spandex black booty shorts to work that left little to the imagination. She got hired as a cocktail waitress at our club and almost immediately fell into a rhythm with the rest of the staff.

I met her and introduced myself on her first night. I was a floor manager so I had to show her around, explain the safety protocols, and offer my assistance with anything problems or questions that might come up. I remember her being generally bubbly and cheerful, but years of reading people in the service industry on a nightly basis gave me the distinct impression she wasn’t giving me the full story.

“So I guess I better get to work then, huh boss?” She winked at me as she grabbed her tray and trotted off through the crowd like she’d done it a million times.

I should have known right then and there she was trouble.

It wasn’t long before she’d grown comfortable with me, mostly because I didn’t join the rest of the male staff in visibly drooling all over her. She’d confided in me that she wasn’t all that fond of their attention.

“You know, it’s one thing for the customers to be hitting on me, but it’s annoying when the staff does it all night too.” She told me one night before a shift.

“Yea I can see where that’s annoying, hopefully I don’t add to the problems, haha.”

She smirked and gave me an up and down before replying, “Who you? Nahhh, but I wouldn’t mind if you did.” Another wink sealed my fate.

“Ahhh, you’re gonna make me blush, knock it off.”

She got real close and looked up at me with her best smoldering gaze and held eye contact for an almost uncomfortable amount of time. “What ever you say boss.” There was no mistaking the seductive tone as flirting, letting her fingers trail down my chest for a second.

Fuck. If I was ice cream I’d have melted into a puddle right there.

The night picked up per usual, and at one point she asked for some help getting through the crowd with a full tray of drinks. I stuck my arm behind me with a balled fist, like I do for the other girls to grab my arm, but she went straight for my hand. She scooped her fingers into mine and laced them up before I could react.

Her warm hands made me flush. I didn’t want anyone to see least they say something to Lisa about it. Some of the other girls knew her and had been a source of drama in the past. I powered through the crowd as quickly as I could to avoid any unwanted gazes.

We made it to our destination and she released her grasp. She gave me a little pat on the butt as she strode passed me, another wink and a mischievous grin.

No sooner had I returned to my usual post when Sam popped up beside me. “So you guys gonna fuck or what?”

“God damn it you scared the fuck out of me, and who are you talking about?”

“I saw you with Ali just now. She’s looking at you like a piece of meat dude.”

I subconsciously looked around to find her and sure enough she was staring at me smiling while a customer paid their tab.

“Dude, Lisa would kill me, I’ve only got a couple months left on the lease, let me ride it out and then we’ll see.”

“I give it a week, tops.” He said smiling and nudging me in the ribs.

The rest of the night went on as usual, save a few extra lingering glances from Ali that I wasn’t upset about. We’d just finished our clean up and were sitting down to have a beer and a smoke as was custom before heading home. Ali pulled up a chair next to Sam and I and cracked a beer for herself.

“Whatcha guys up to tonight?”

“Well, probably smoking weed until I can’t feel my face then watching cartoons. J, you gonna join me?”

“Yep, not much else to do on a Sunday morning is there?”

We had a good mutual laugh and blew off some steam from the evening. Once we’d all finished our after shift beer and tossed the empties Ali turned to me and motioned towards the door as she put her coat on.

“Can you walk me to my car? I had to park a couple blocks down.”

“Sure, no worries, Sam I’ll see you at home dude.”

“Sounds good, stay warm.” I could tell he was smirking at me without even looking back at him.

I walked Ali back to her car about a block and a half from the club. She offered to give me a ride back to my front door since It was cold and a short drive. We got into her car while it warmed up on a frigid February night.

“My fucking hands are so cold” she shivered rubbing them together. “Feel them”

She placed her icy hands on my face, caressing both sides as she looked me directly in the eye. I stared back trying not to react, but her gaze was somehow so vulnerable, and warm. We both froze for a second letting the steam in our breath build between us.

“Oooh you’re so warm. Let me warm my hands up.”

I recoiled and she tried to stuff her little ice cube fingers down the front of my hoodie. I wasn’t prepared for her to grab the front of my shirt and pull me in for a hot and heavy kiss and light my world on fire.

I can remember just the way she tasted to this day. It was an intoxicating combination of spearmint chewing gum, the fizz of the beer she just had, and the peach from her chapstick. I froze for a second before leaning in and kissing her back. She was far and beyond more attractive than Lisa, and actually WANTED to kiss me. Soon our hands were wandering from the back of eachothers heads, and the kissing turned to nibbles and heavy panting.

She pulled back suddenly with a devilish grin on her face, “Let’s get you home before we get in trouble.”All I could muster in response was “Alright.” And we drove away.

She pulled me through the alleyway behind my apartment to my back steps and put the car in park as she said good bye.

“Later handsome.” She waved and smiled.

The attention I was getting had me nearly drunk with endorphins. I practically floated up to my back door. I walked in to the typical sight of Sam on the couch, smoking from a pipe. He turned and gave me a big cheesy grin as he handed me the glass piece.

“Well, look at you. Making friends.”

“Dude shut the fuck up, you’re going to get us killed.” I hissed

“She’s knocked, I’ve been banging around and she hasn’t come looking for you so you’re good.”

“Thank God, I need a minute.” I took a long slow pull of the pipe and sat down next to him on the couch.

“So you guys weren’t gone that long, you get a quickie in?” Sam prodded.

“Dude, for real, shut the fuck up. And no we didn’t. But between you and I.” I leaned in real close to whisper “I think she’s into me. Just weird being in management though.”

“Dude who cares, you’re not her actual boss, shoot your shot.”

“Alright what ever you say there Casano-duh.”

We finished smoking and I felt sleep fast approaching. I fell into bed next to Lisa with the typical numbness I’d grown accustomed to lately. God I hated it there.

The next weekend I was prepared for awkward tension and avoidant behavior from Ali, but instead I got the usual bubbly farm girl at the beginning of the shift.

“Hey, handsome. You think it’s gonna be a good night?”

“Let’s hope so, weather’s better than last weekend.”

“Yea, it heated up a little at the end though didn’t it.” She bit the tip of her tongue as she smiled, taunting me.

“Yea it did. Can’t wait to see more of it.” I was coy as I played along.

“We’ll see won’t we.” She said as she took her tray from the bar and walked away.

“If you don’t fuck her, you’re the stupidest son of a bitch I’ve ever met.” Again Sam had crept up in my blindspot at the worst time.

I punched him in the shoulder as I snapped, “You’re gonna give me a heart attack you mother fucker.”

“Ouch, you fuck. Well Lisa is out of town. Nows your chance dude.”

He had a point, if ever there was going to be a time, now would have to be it. Lisa was out of town visiting family, or what ever her excuse was this time.

The night went on a lot more flirtatious than usual. Ali was handsy with me, but inconspicuous about it so no one saw her getting a full handful of my package with her back turned, or stroking the back of my arm slowly to make it look like she was trying to get my attention. It gave me the worst kind of wood to have in a crowded bar. I loved it.

The end of the night rolled around and she had scooted up a stool next to Sam and I once again, more giggly than usual.

“So you think you can give me a ride home? I’m a little more tipsy than I planned on being.”

I practically bit my tongue trying to get the words out fast enough. “Yea no problem. Let me finish my beer and we can leave.”

“Cool, hurry up. I’m gonna grab my stuff from the office.”I turned to Sam, who was staring at me with a massive shit eating grin. “What?” I asked.

“Oh nothing…” he continued to smile as he saluted me.

“Fuck you dude.” I too was smiling at this point.

I walked Ali out the back door to my car. I kept it in the alley and behind the bar since I lived directly above. She jumped in the passenger seat and we drove the short trip to her house in what seemed like agonizing silence. I had the worst cottonmouth but had yet to smoke weed that evening.

When we pulled up, I went in to give her a hug, like the awkward choad I was. She seemed a little disappointed, but gave a cheerful “goodnight” and left me to go in.

I was kicking myself so hard for not making a move but thought to myself “You’re taking the high road, don’t stress it. Only a couple months left then freedom at last.”

*ding* my phone received Ali’s text “Come back, bring some green ;)”

Que my heart beating clear up in my throat.

I jumped out of my still running car, sprinted up the back steps, and burst into the living room. Apparently Sam wasn’t expecting me home as he was receiving a blow job from an unidentified blonde on our couch.

“Put a towel down you fucking heathen, I nap there.” I said running past him to my room to grab my stash box and a go bag.

“I still got pants on dipshit,” he yelled back “Make good choices!” I took off again out the back door again. I honestly didn’t care at that point.

It felt like only seconds had passed when I knocked on Ali’s door. I stood there trying to hide my heavy breathing, waiting for her to answer. The door cracked open to reveal Ali in a dark blue silk bathrobe tied loosely at the waist.

All pretenses were abandoned in that moment. She smiled seductively to invite me in, I took that inch and ran my mile.

I scooped my eager new friend up in one arm, planting her firmly on my hips. She squealed with glee, or possibly from the shock of my cold clothes on her bare vagina, but I like to think it was excitement. I carried her to the couch and sat down with her on my lap.

We made out with lots of heavy strong tongue for a minute. When she came up for air she asked “Did you bring any weed?”

“Yep, got some right here.” I pulled my stash box out and loaded the chillum with the good stuff. I took a big deep mouthful of smoke off the pipe as she waited and beckoned her closer. I let the smoke roll out of my mouth as hers got closer and our lips touched ever so slightly. She took a big deep breath and started coughing and laughing almost immediately.

She joked as she coughed on my lap. “Jesus J, how did you not die from that?”

“Years of training. My mouth has many talents haha.”

She rolled her eyes at my terrible pun, still giggling and catching her breath. She started kneading my chest, up and down with both hands as I took my turn to toke.

“Ya know, Weed is usually the only thing that makes me choke.” She joked back “But that’s not to say I don’t like the feeling.”

The bulge in my pants had been steadily growing up until this point, but that last comment coupled with her now steady grinding made my little soldier stand at full attention.

I took another long slow drag into my mouth and leaned forward to meet her kiss. She practically sucked me in as she inhaled the smoke I was letting fall out of the corners of my lips.

Things heated up rapidly, I ditched the pipe as she pulled the zipper of my hoodie down then turned her attention to my belt and pants. She clawed at the fabric like a wild animal as I slid my pants down. She licked her hand and used the spit to wet my cock as she positioned her self over the top of me.

Now most guys complain about the “chair scoot” in cowgirl position, but for those in the know it’s one of the best maneuvers for mutual pleasure. She rolled and pushed herself into me, panting hot heavy breaths as her excitement started to leak and drip down my legs.

I hooked my arms underneath her legs so her knees were over my elbows and bridged my fingers behind her back before I stood up still inside her. She let out this high pitched squeal of surprise and pleasure that let me know I was on the right track.

In a feat of coordination I still have yet to best, I stepped out of my bunched up pants and continued walking towards the living room wall in one fluid motion.

I pinned her against it and started driving myself into her, over and over, mid air. Her panting had to turned to gasps and screams of pleasure.

“Oh fuck, you’re so fucking deep.”

“You like that baby?”

We were both looking down to watch as I slid in and out of her immaculate pussy. She was so wet at this point it felt like I was splashing in a puddle every time my hips made contact with her.

Now I’m no porn star, but I sure felt like one at this point. I had just enough of a buzz and pent up hormones that I wanted to absolutely destroy her. My arms got tired from the acrobatics after awhile, so I took her to the side of the couch and laid her back on the arm of it so her head hung off onto the cushions. We grabbed eachothers forearms for leverage and I proceeded to thrust away to as hard and fast as I possibly could for what seemed like an eternity.

The sounds she was making were so loud and boisterous I’m fairly certain even the neighbors down the block knew someone was getting their back blown out at 3am. I soon joined in as my climax neared, and let out a long low growl as I pulled out and proceeded to cover her entire front with an Oscar winning load. It legitimately covered most of the skin between her two sets of lips in big white ropes.

I had to stand there and catch my breath, leaning with one arm on the back of the couch like a marathon runner with shakey legs that had just crossed the finish line. She too was catching her breath as she slid backwards onto the couch, her legs now dangling over the arm.

“Holy fuck J, I haven’t been fucked like that in forever.”

“Yea, I don’t know what came over me. You’re so little it was fun to just throw you around.”

“I loved it. My husband never fucks me like that.”

You fucking what?

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