Wife tries to teach husband a lesson, but it backfires.
But as I stole a few long looks at her bare legs and watched her big, bouncy ass jiggle under her skirt as she began to walk, I couldn't help but agree that the flirty outfit worked for her.
We strolled down the walkways overlooking the water, staring across the canal at the lights of Vienna. We chatted easily, and I learned all the ordinary stuff about them strangers are apt to discuss. They had two boys, seventeen and fifteen. Andre was a bus mechanic back in Shreveport and LaReese was a physician's assistant. Things were pretty tight, financially, but even though they were saving for the boys to go to college, they managed to scrape together enough for the trip.
"You've got to take care of your marriage," Andre said. "There are a million distractions to draw your attention away from your spouse, but you can't let that happen. You have to protect that spark of passion, or even the best relationship can get stale."
"I hope to find that sort of passion one day," I said.
"When you find it, don't wait, act on it. We started dating in high school and I asked her to marry me a week after graduation. As a young man, I'd chased enough girls to know what good lovin' felt like. But from the first time I got it on with LaReese, I knew there was nobody else for me. Ain't been with another woman since. She's still got the sweetest, tightest little snatch you could ever-"
"Andre!" LaReese exclaimed. "Poor Mitch here was just tellin' us how hasn't been with a woman for who knows how long. He doesn't want to hear you brag about how good it is!"
"I don't mind," I said. "It's nice to hear that somebody's enjoying good sex, even if I'm not."
She turned towards me. "And just for the record, it's not that I'm so incredibly tight, it's that Andre's got a big-ol' horse's cock."
"Sounds like you're both pretty lucky, then."
Andre chuckled and held out his fist. I gave it a knuckle-bump.
We came into a open area by the side of the canal. The buildings beside the canal opened up into a lush, green, park lined with trees. We stopped in a dark, shadowy section of the path and leaned over the concrete railing to watch a brightly lit barge glide along below us on the canal. Andre stood behind LaReese and wrapped his arms around her. He kissed her neck. Before long, I noticed him unbuttoning her blouse. Soon, her shirt was open wide and he was massaging her massive breasts through her black lace bra. At first I was careful not to stare, but they didn't seem uncomfortable with me knowing what they were doing, so I eventually turned and looked directly at them. LaReese just smiled.
"Take your panties off," Andre said. He said it softly in her ear, but still with enough volume for me to easily hear. LaReese slipped her hands under her skirt and pulled down a black lace thong that matched her bra. She stepped out of it and set it next to her on the wide stone railing.
"Look at dat ting, Mitch." He had lifted the front of her skirt to her waist. "Look at that fine pussy she got." I hesitated, looking instead at Andre, trying to read the expression on his face. "It's alright; we like showing off for people. It's one of the ways we keep things fresh."
In the darkness, I could just make out that her crotch was shaved bare and she had "Andre" tattooed just above her slit. "Mm-mm-mm. Yes, sir, I got to have some of that. Mitch, let me show you what a lucky man I am." He unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick. LaReese spread her legs and reached forward to grab the railing. As she leaned forward, Andre lifted her skirt up onto the small of her back, completely exposing her big, round, naked cheeks. He began stroking himself with one hand while his other disappeared under her ass cheeks.
"Ohhhh, baby..." LaReese moaned. She leaned farther forward and positioned her feet farther apart on the sidewalk.
For several minutes none of us said a thing.