Making Barry’s Wife Happy

As soon as Barry had pulled out of the driveway, Jane had taken John by the hand and dragged him to to the bedroom, then quickly began to undress herself. She had sent Barry across town, so they had at least an hour, maybe two, depending on the traffic. Jane did not intend on wasting it.

She turned. John had just finished stepping out of his tight red dress and was standing wearing his high heels, and a black lace matching bra and panty set. Jane had never been into crossdressers before, but taking in the image of John’s slender body, one word came to her mind.

Irresistible.

And not just her mind. Jane could feel the heat of **** arousal in her loins as she looked John up and down. The way the bra cut across his flat chest, the way the panties bulged in the front where his penis was tucked, it made her knees quiver. How had Jane been so lucky to have a husband that would bring this piece of walking sex home from his job for her to enjoy?

John reaches down and began to slide his panties off.

“No,” Jane breathed, “leave them on.”

Then the leggy brunette walked up to her object of desire and kissed him. Her naked breasts pressed into his bra, tickling her nipples in an entirely pleasant way. The taste of his lipstick mixed with the taste of her own in a way that she knew she would miss every time she kissed her husband. I’m so many ways, John was just so much better than Barry, sexually speaking.

Not that Jane didn’t love Barry. As she shoved John backward onto her connubial bed, following him down with her kisses, she briefly allowed her mind to think of her husband. Barry was kind, patient, and loving. Most women would kill to have a husband like him. Jane never once had regretted her decision to wed the big man. In the sack, through, he couldn’t hold a candle to John.

She slid her hand into the front of John’s panties, firmly gripping his erection. Soon Jane would be riding this penis, screaming in ecstasy. It was what she needed. Janedidn’t even consider it cheating. Sure, Barry would, and that was why she tricked him out of the house. But how could a woman consider something as cheating when it was so, natural, so perfect? It was as if John was perfectly designed for giving women pleasure.

Straddling his groin, Jane slid John’s penis from its lacy hiding place and slid it into her hot, wet, hungry vagina.

“Yes!” she cried loudly, momentarily losing her balance, leaning forward and catching herself on his bra covered chest. The pair began to thrust, matching each other’s movements perfectly. Sweat beaded on Jane’s brow, mascara began to run on John’s face. She wished there was a way to express her gratitude for the tryst, to make John know that she loved every second of the experience, but all she could do was pant. The treasure of any attention from this small, slender, irresistible man was enough to make a girl go squirrely, even without the sex.

John! she screamed, her body wracked by an orgasm, “John! John!”

Her lover shook with pleasure himself, his made-up face squished in concentration as he came into her, shooting his load deeper and deeper, filling her up.

Exhausted, sweaty, Jane leaned forward and kissed John on the lips, before letting his erection slip out of her. Everything about this man was perfect. Sure, she wouldn’t trade her marriage to Barry for anything in the world, but had she met John first...

Well, there would be no way of knowing what Jane would have done. One thing was for certain, though. Had she married John instead of Barry, she would spend her nights worrying about all the other women throwing themselves at him. And really, she couldn’t blame them. He was, after all, irresistible.