Henry goes for a ride

Henry Vermeer grinned. Most guys had some experience with other guys in one way or another—a little less than girls with other girls probably; girls were always more touchy with each other than guys—but Joshua, once he finally let loose, gave as good a blowjob as any girl. Probably better. At least better than any other guy Henry had had. Now, on the way back home, he thought about it again. Sex with the boys on the team was going to be a lot more fun from now on.

Still, when it came down to it, there was nothing but a good woman to Henry, and the best one was waiting for him at home. He’d been married to Angela for over two decades now, so he was almost longer with his wife than without her. He remembered the first time he saw her: on her back on a pool table, legs spread wide, skirt hiked up around her waist, shirt gone without a trace. When he saw her take a dozen dicks on one night, he knew that she was the one. She was perfect: bleach blonde, tits like watermelons, tramp stamp. Some guys called her trashy. Well, some girls called Henry trashy. As far as he was concerned, they were meant to be. A year later they were married and had their first kid on the way.

Now the kids were all grown up. Bob and Roos had already moved out, Julie was still loafing around. Angela was as hot as ever. She’d gained a few kilo’s, sure, but it had given her even more junk in the trunk, and Henry would be damned if he didn’t get a boner each time he saw her. Now that was true love.

Now, Saturday used to be rugby, groceries then whatever the hell they wanted to do. In this beautiful modern age, they just ordered their groceries the day before, and they would be delivered to the front door. So, they did whatever the hell they wanted to a bit earlier.

When he entered the living room, he realized Angela’s plan had become Margie. He liked Margie too, she wasn’t one of those stuck up bitches who thought they were better than everyone else. Margie had lived, loved, been left by her husband—why anyone would leave a piece of ass like that was beyond Henry—and raised her daughter by herself. She was strong, and Henry respected that.

“Hey Henry,” she beamed.

“Hey Margie,” he greeted her. “Want a beer?”

“At this hour?” She ran her fingers through Angela’s hair, pondering. “Sure, why not.”

He pulled two cans from the fridge, handed Margie one, and opened his own while taking in the scene.

“You doing good?”

“Yeah,” she said, “I had a good retreat last weekend, realigned my chakras.”

“Uhuh,” Henry nodded. He liked Margie, but that didn’t mean he bought into her yoga-bullshit. “How’s Friday?”

“Hang on,” a deep groan emerged from her throat and a shiver went through her body. “Uh, yeah. She’s doing great! She has a boyfriend now, or she’s dating at least.”

“Not surprised,” Henry said, dropping his pants to his knees, “She’s a great lay.”

“Her yoni has a very welcoming aura,” Margie agreed.

Henry grabbed his wife’s ass and slid all the way in. Fuck, she was wet already. Over the years Angela had turned into a bit of a muffin diver, especially after she’d made friends with Margie. Henry didn’t mind, in fact, he loved to help out.

His thrusting caused Angela’s face to be pushed repeatedly into Margie’s yoni as their conversation continued.

“So, you met the lucky guy yet?”

“No,” Margie gasped. “She’s bringing him over tonight.”

“That’s quick.”

“Yeah, I think she really likes him. Oh fuck, Angie, right there.”

The sight of his wife’s thick ass, tattooed lower back, bleached blond hair wrapped in Margie’s fingers, Margie’s big tits and piercings, her dark braids with beads and feathers spread out over the backrest of his couch; it truly meant coming home.