This happened ten years ago, when I was thirty-four. My husband and I want down to the local bar on Friday or Saturday nights. There was a new face that started to come there regularly. He started to buy certain people drinks and that included us. His name was Bo, a nickname he preferred because of his Polish nationality. My mother was Polish too. That gave us something in common so we began to click as friends. Even though he was a few years younger we enjoyed his friendship. He joined the hunting club that my husband Billy belonged and they bonded more. We felt sorry for him not having family to go to for the holidays, that we invited him to spend the holidays with us. Bo became Billy's good buddy. They drank at the bars and hung out doing odd things.
I started to suspect my husband was cheating on me. I suspected that when he went out drinking he would pick up certain women. Then one weekend while hanging out with Bo he was gone somewhere. Didn't come home till late Sunday afternoon. I was pissed. Next to the local bar was a movie theatre with a bench in front of it. Bo was sitting on that bench. I started to cuss him out for taking my husband and going upstate looking for women. He was a bad influence. "Tina, I didn't ask him to do what you think we did, he begged me to tag along. I just went for the ride", he told me. "What marriage problems that you and Billy have is none of my business. I enjoy the deep friendship that all three of us have." I told him he was right and deep down I know he cheats and don't know what to do. He said it's up to me, get a divorce, or start cheating myself.
We then walked onto the bridge over the river. I grabbed his hand while walking. We looked at the river. I tugged him over to me to give him a kiss for being a dear friend. Before each of us knew what was happening, we embraced each other and was kissing each other madly like teenagers.
For a couple of weeks I was confused of what I wanted to do. Bo was an honest person, discreet and understanding. I wanted to get even with my husband. I decided to seduce Bo for revenge. Even though I was very short, my best feature was my oversize breasts. I wasn't sure he do a woman nearly ten years older, so I wore a blouse that you can view thru the button opening. My husband can screw younger women, why not me screwing a younger man. I went to Bo's apartment. There I wanted to thank him again but in a special way. As we kissed I placed his hand on my breasts. I could feel his bulge pressing against me. He unbuttoned my blouse and pushed up my bra, letting my tits drop down so he can fondle them. I let him fondle them as I unzipped his pants and fondled his dick. I had enough of the fondling and went down on him. After using my mouth on him, I used my best feature, my breasts wrapping his dick with it. He lifted me up and pinned me against the wall, where he inserted his cock into my wet vagina. "Fuck me Bo, Fuck me! I want you as my plaything as Billy is out screwing somebody", I said.
Needless to say Bo and I had great sex for awhile. I divorced Billy and moved out of state to live with my mom for awhile. I'm forty-four and I appeal to guys nearly twenty years younger, thanks to my special feature. I wear clothes that enhances my breast and show lots of cleavage. I think of Bo now and then, wondering if he got married and if his wife is true to him. He deserves that.
