I wanted Beth

Beth

My wife and I became acquainted with Beth at a local game room, where a person can sit down, spend fifty dollars, and come out with five dollars worth of merchandise.
It’s a nice, clean facility, with a minimum age limit of twenty one, which limits noise, and undesirable language, from the younger set.
Granted, many sexual remarks are made, as well as good-natured insults, but very little is said that would offend anybody, to the point of hurt feelings.
Beth was not especially attractive, very plain, in fact, but there was something about the small woman, which just exuded an, ‘I have great pussy’ attitude.
Compared to my wife, Callie….well, there’s there is no comparison. Callie is drop dead gorgeous, and our sex life is great.

However, after knowing Beth for several months, I was comfortable with making those, a fore mentioned, sexual remarks to her. To the best of my knowledge, she never took offense, nor told my wife about them.

One morning, when she was leaning over the check-in counter, her blue jeans stretched tight across her nice ass, I eased up beside her and asked, “Hmmm, how long are going to be in that position?”
Never even looking around, she replied, quietly, “Not long enough, dammit, will you take a rain check?”
FUCK!! I never expected an answer like that!
I just leaned back her way and said, “I hope it rains real soon.”

Beth’s husband, Jim, is several years older than she is….well, hell, so am I. Jim’s brother, Monte Tanner, was a successful country & western singer during the 1980’s, and now has a theater in Branson, Missouri, where he, and several other older singers, perform.
Jim, who works for a local airline office, is gone from 5:30am, to 7pm, five days a week. He makes regular trips out of town, as well.
Beth asked Callie, if we’d like to come to their place for some bar-b-q with Jim’s brother, who was coming in for a few days. Since Callie plays guitar, too, she accepted immediately, and asked if she could bring her instrument.

“You know, I’ve always loved Monte Tanner’s music,” Callie told me on the way home, “He’s so handsome, too. There was a time when I was absolutely in looove with him. When we go to Jim & Beth’s, I’ll probably have an orgasm if he lets me play with him.”
I decided to test the waters a little. “Oh, so you want to play with Monte? How would you feel, if I wanted to play with Beth?”
“I mean play music, Don,” she responded. I could tell she was thinking seriously about something. “besides, I see you and Beth flirting all the time. If you want to hit on her, just don’t be upset if I do the same with Monte….or Jim…or both.”

“Mother fucker,” I thought, “did I just hear that? Damn! Callie wants to swing! Ohhhh, what an oportunity!”
Callie and I had several talks, over the next ten days. We both decided that fucking some new partners would be exciting.
After each of those talks, we’d have a fantastic fuck of our own, no matter what room we were in. It was during one of those sessions that I learned a valuable lesson…don’t get your balls caught between the couch cushions.