Sure-The Ride Home

I nodded, and Susan mouthed 'love you.' Just a few minutes later we were in Dale's puckup truck listening to country music. Susan was leaning across the center console of the front see with her hand between our driver's legs. If not for the console, I'm pretty sure she would already be deep throating him.

I slid to the center of the back seat and smiled at Carl, who looked like he was about to piss himself. He was most definitely not who I would have picked for myself, but of it meant Susan got what she wanted, then I could fuck anyone.

"This wont hurt a bit," I promised as I slowly dropped the zipper of his pants and then pulled his cock free. As I had suspected, he was average size, maybe about the same as my real cock...but much larger than Meg. "There he is."

"I-I-I'm not sure I should be doing this," he said nervously. "I love my wife."

Instead of responding, I started stroking his cock and pressed my lips to his. For a second it felt as if he was going to struggle, then I felt him melt. He loved his wife and didn't want to cheat...but his sex life sucked. In that moment I felt more of a kinship to this poor fat man than I had anyone else in a very long time. I suddenly wanted to give him a night that he would never forget.

I was about to go down on him when Dale suddenly whipped his truck into the driveway of a nice suburb home. Carl gave a soft, disappointed moan as if he knew what he had been about to get next.

"Here we are," Dale announced and hopped cheerfully out of the vehicle.

He met my wife in front of the truck and immediately his hand was on her ass as he guided her to the front door. Carl nervously took my hand and walked beside me as we followed.

The house we stepped into did not remind me of our new redneck host at all. It was very nicely decorated by someone with both money and tatste. I was starting to think we were breaking into a house when I saw the giant portrait hanging over the fireplace. In it a younger version of Dale, dressed in tux, stood with his arm around a petite beauty in a wedding dress.

"Ignore that," he said with a laugh. "You guys take the living room, Susie and I will be in the dining room. I'm really wanting something to eat."

Susan giggled again.

We watched them walk across the living room and directly into the dining room. It was something of an open floor plan with no wall between the two rooms. From here I would be able to see everything he and my wife did.

As I watched, Dale almost expertly pulled her dress up and over her head, then tossed it to the side. She stood there for a moment in her bra and panties, looking nervous for the first time. Then he took her by the hips and lifted her onto the table. He then hooked her panties with his thumbs and pulled them down, revealing her pussy.

"Looks delicious," he said as he knelt between her legs.