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My Disastrous Night

Kate thought she had a wonderful life, a strong marriage, and a good family. Then in one night it all fell apart.

My Disastrous Night

Kate thought she had a wonderful life, a strong marriage, and a good family. Then in one night it all fell apart.

Author’s note: Every character in or referenced in this story is 16 years old or older. Sometimes in real life people lie about their age. In the same manner, these story characters may lie about their age, stating that they are younger than 16. But I am stating here and now, as the author of this story, that every single character is at least 16 years old. Any reference to an age younger than 16 is a lie, stated by the character or narrator of the story in an attempt to shock the reader. But do not believe them. It is not true. They are really 16 years old or older. Believe me. I know. I wrote the story.


When I thought it couldn’t get any worse, it did.

“Bear, get off my leg dang it!” I yelled. Bear is the name of my German shepherd. Don’t be fooled though. He is just a push over, the gentlest dog you could ever ask for, except that he has been humping my leg lately. My two teenage boys tell me it’s because I’m the only female in the household. Maybe so. But I may have to take some of the blame. I have on occasion encouraged it a bit, stroking Bear a little down there where it feels good to him, when no one was looking. Well Bear may never get his chance with a female dog. We never let him out without a leash. He’s like an overgrown house cat, and we all love him.

“Kate, are you ready to go?” my husband asked me. Jim is my husband of twenty years. We love each other implicitly. Nothing could break us up. And we’re not a couple of old married folk either. We still love to surprise each other when it comes to sex. Spontaneity flourishes with us. I couldn’t be happier.

“Just about, Jim,” I replied. Jim and I are going to a small company dinner at his boss’ house. There will be Jim and myself, Jim’s boss Robert and his wife Elaine, and a new client Andrew and his wife Sandra. She is some sort of doctor, a Psychiatrist or something. Afterwards, when we get home, we will grab our two boys and head out to my mother’s. She lives about an hour away and Jim wanted to take the boys fishing first thing in the morning at a lake right by mom’s house. She told us we could just spend the night. When the boys are fishing I’ll spend the day with her. We get along well, partly due to the fact that we are so close in age. She was only 15 when I was born. I’m 38 now, she’s 53. Jim, five years older than me, is 43. My eldest son Charlie, well Charles as he likes to be called now, is 17 and my younger son Tony is 14. Bear, our German shepherd, is 3.

“So Jim, are you going to wear that new cologne I got you?”

“I’d love to but I can’t.”

“What, why not?” I objected.

“Robert specifically said that Sandra, the wife of our dinner guest Andrew, is allergic to most cologne and he asked me specifically to not wear any, and for you, if you wouldn’t mind, to go easy on the perfume. So please, for me, OK?”

“Do I get to use deodorant?” I asked.

“Now Robert didn’t mention that, so go ahead and knock yourself out,” he joked.

Dinner went along just fine, though I drank more wine than I normally do. Everyone was very pleasant and I thought Jim looked more and more fabulous as the evening wore on. Actually Andrew, the new client, didn’t look half bad himself, probably because he looked a lot like Jim, 6 feet, slim, only Andrew must have been about 10 years younger than Jim. Sandra, Andrew’s wife, was a very pretty red head who talked just enough to be polite but not so much to annoy. I was a little annoyed that Jim seemed to be showing her more attention than I would have liked. So I decided to do something about it.

Andrew excused himself to use the restroom and then headed down the hallway towards the bedrooms. I chuckled to myself, knowing that there was a guest bathroom a little closer. But Robert’s house was big, and either bathroom took you a good ways away from the dining room. Leaning into Jim I said “Actually I have to use the bathroom too so I’m heading off. Be right back.”

“Wait for me,” Jim said, “I’m right behind you. I’ll give you a two-minute head start.” That is what I was hoping he would say. We have played this game at his boss’ house before but I always had to have a little alcohol in me first.

It looked like Jim wanted to go for another quickie in his boss’ house and I had enough to drink to be willing to oblige him. I quickly made my way to the guest bathroom and took care of my business. Knowing that Jim was just behind me I decided to play a trick on him. I reached out into the hallway and turned out the hall light. Then I flicked out the bathroom light and hid behind the door. Even with the door open it was dark inside having the hall light out. When Jim walked in I quickly shut the door putting us in total darkness. I pulled him to me and kissed him passionately on the lips.

He muffled out a word or two, “What’s goi…,” but I quickly responded with, “Shhh, don’t say a word, not one word,” as I held one cupped hand over his mouth. With the other hand I began to undo his trousers and as I did so I was rewarded with an instant erection. I leaned into his ear and whispered, “Don’t even think about talking. I want you to fuck me as fast as you can right now.” I yanked down his pants and underpants with both hands and sucked in his erection, lathering it up good for easy entry. I then stood up and pulling him towards me, hopped up on the counter. I pulled up my loose fitting dress, spread my legs, and pulled my panties to one side. He stepped between my legs and in one thrust was deep inside of me.

“God you must be ready to burst, you feel so big.” As I had instructed he didn’t say a word, just thrust in and out of me as quick as he could.

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