Do you want to fuck the boss’s wife?

John and I, my name is Pat, met because we both work at the same small company here in Houston. We are both in our mid-twenties, both single and both enjoy getting laid as often as we can. Because of this we often prowl the local bars at night together trying to score women for each of us or one to share for the night. We’re both attractive and are often successful.

It was ten on a Friday night when we entered Jaco’s. Jaco’s was a well-known pick-up bar for twenty somethings and there were not many nights that we went there and left alone. We walked in and looked around. It looked like a pretty slow night for some reason, not many women there by themselves. Looking down the line sitting at the bar we spotted Joyce Mitchel. Joyce was the wife of the owner of our company but she was not with Frank, her husband. She was sharing a drink with a young guy sitting next to her. Pretty soon it was obvious that she had shot him down. He got up and left the bar.

We had met Joyce several times at picnics and other get-togethers that she and Frank put on for the employees. We walked up to the bar, “Hey Joyce, what are you doing here at Jaco’s and where is Frank?” There was an empty stood on one side of her and she turned and asked the single woman on the other side if she would mind if she would move to one of the other empty stools. The woman gave her a little bit of a dirty look but moved. “Frank and I had another one of our little fights. Nothing big but he stomped out of the house. I decided that rather than sit in the kitchen with a glass of gin, I would go out to someplace more fun too and listen to the music and watch the people for a little while.”

We made small talk for a while and John and I each bought a round of drinks. Joyce had now had three and each of us guys was on our second. I was just about to suggest to John that we should leave and resume our quest for the night when he surprised me by asking, “Joyce, would you like to go somewhere more private with Pat and me to relax and forget about your troubles for a little while?” That was one of our standard pick-up lines. I was shocked and had not given any thought to trying to hit on the boss’s wife. She thought about it for a minute and then answered, “That sounds like it might be fun. Yeah, let’s do it. Where will we go?” John suggested his place and Joyce agreed.

As we walked to his car, I gave him a surprised look and then a smile. Frank was in his early forties and Joyce was about five years younger than our boss. She was short, about 5’3” and a little on the top heavy side.