A Fisherman’s Tale

A Fisherman’s Tale

Neil perches on the stool beside John, a grin splitting his rugged face. He can’t wait to tell John what happened last night. He’s still shocked it happened at all. If he hadn’t of awoke this morning to the evidence of the situation, he would have thought it was all a dream.

As the waitress fills their coffee cups, John looks over at Neil, his eyebrow raising when he sees Neil smiling like a Cheshire cat. Something is decidedly different. Neil seems full of energy, like a torpedo is bottled up inside him, ready for launch. And there’s a twinkle in his friend’s eyes John has never seen before.

“Out with it, man. What’s got you struttin’ like a peacock?” John asks gruffly, irritated at Neil’s cheery demeanor.

“Oi, is it that obvious, John?”

“It is. So instead of sitting there bouncing like a toddler on his mama’s lap, just get on with it!”

Neil slides a fraction closer to John, who looks at him questioningly.

“So, me and the missus. We’re out for dinner last eve. Date night and all that. We’re at that Italian place down the way, the one with the breadsticks that everyone raves about. I asked for there to be some candles and wine before we arrive, and everything was perfect once we got there.

“The missus wore this dress I hadn’t seen in ages. It sat so low on her tits, I thought they would pop right out. I woulda’ caught them though, no worries ‘bout that.” Neil gives a knowing laugh, and John can’t help but to smile back. Neil’s wife is quite a looker and how Neil snagged her, John can only guess.

“I was tryna’ to listen, but with every word she said, her tits would bounce. My eyes kept straying south to watch them jiggle. This waitress comes over. A wee thing, thin as a board, but her knockers. They’re huge! She stands beside my missus and I’m looking back and forth, and I can’t help but notice, both sets, they’re the same size, or close enough. Their hair is the same shade of blonde too. I swear, man, they could be sisters. My missus, she notices too, I can tell.

“Well, the two ladies, they start talking and it turns out they used to go to school together. You know, back when the wife lived in the city. They realise, they used to live across the hall from each other. There’s this hug between them that’s a hug but more than just a hug, you know?” Neil’s smile is contagious, so John smiles back, but he doesn’t quite follow what Neil is saying. A hug that isn’t a hug?

“The waitress comes and goes. Dinner runs smoothly. It thrilled the wife, the effort. And I know I’m gonna’ get lucky. You know, its date night, so the chances are high, but since I went through the extra shot at wooing her, she seems extra frisky. She keeps rubbing her foot up my legs, all seductive like. Her hands drift across the table so she can touch me, and toy with my fingers, place her hands in mine. I can tell she’s ready and I signal for the bill.”

John doesn’t find the story half as intriguing as Neil’s postulations make it seem, but being the good friend he is, he listens attentively. Nodding at all the right places, John throws in a mhmm and a yep where he should, but his focus is on the bitter brew before him, and the chilly October wind that’s sure to greet him mid-harbour.

“Well, the waitress comes back, drops the bill, then asks for the wife’s number, so they can catch up. The missus replies, ‘Why don’t you come by tonight? We can pick up where we left off?’ as she keys the number into the waitress’ phone. And right away, I’m thinking, ‘well shit, there goes my chances of gettin’ lucky.’ But the missus, she looks over at me and gives me a wink. Her foot is nudging my knee, moving up my thigh under the table, like she’s tryna’ tell me something.”

John is stirring his second coffee-two sugars, one cream- at a leisurely pace, waiting for the punch line so he can say his goodbyes and head for the dock. Fishing stories are more exciting than the one Neil is telling..

“I pay the bill and we get to the car. I open the door like a proper gentleman, and instead of hoppin’ in, the wife, she bends over and removes her panties. Right there in the parking lot!”

John sputters his newly sipped coffee. A splash lands on the counter before him. He coughs violently, but Neil had his full attention now.

“Before getting in, she hands them to me, and I swear, they look like a little white flag of surrender.

“I run ‘round the car, start ‘er up, and off we go. The missus lifts her skirt and takes my hand, puts it between her thighs. You know, right there. She’s smooth. Bare as a fish, she is, and she starts laughing when I look over at her, eyes big as saucers.

“I make it home in record time, parked in the driveway sideways. I run and open the wife’s door, and she throws herself into my arms, plants her lips on mine and forces her tongue into my mouth. We stumble, entwined to the door and I press her against it. I’m tryna’ put the key in the lock, get my cock out of my pants, when I hear a honk behind me.”

John holds rapt to Neil’s every word. He’s always wondered what Neil’s missus would be like in the sack but being brought up right he’s never asked. It’s bad enough he thinks about her sometimes in the shower, or worse yet, when his own wife doesn’t do the trick. His cock is stirring inside his overalls as he thinks of Neil’s wife, her breasts, her lips, her… He comes out of his reverie; aware his friend is still talking.

“The waitress, she must have finished her shift, because there she is, parked just as slapdash as I am. She comes running up the drive, grasps the missus and plants her lips on her like she’s tryna’ save her life. Heavens knows, I almost had a coronary!”

Neil stops to take a sip of his now cooled coffee. He grimaces at the tepid brown liquid, signals the waitress to bring him a fresh one. John is holding his breath, ready to suggest Neil take his if he’ll continue his story. Neil takes a sip from the new cup and licks his lips before he continues. John has almost turned blue before Neil does.

“So, with the missus busy smooching the waitress, I finally get the door open. The two ladies make their way inside, still wrapped around each other. The waitress unzips the wife’s dress, and it pools around her, leaving her nude.

“Wasting no time, the waitress takes the wife’s breasts in her mouth. She sucks on them like they’re lollipops, slurping and all. The missus waggles her finger at me, calling me over. ‘Undress her,’ the wife says, and it takes me a second to realise she means the waitress.”

John is sitting on the edge of his seat. While he wondered if Neil’s wife would be unorthodox in bed, he didn’t think she’d be this wild. Never in his dreams had he thought he’d be given a play-by-play of her and Neil’s extra-marital excursions. Right now, he’s more than happy to be buddies with Neil. And more than a little jealous.

“I don’t need to be told twice. I step behind the waitress, who stops kneading the wife’s tits, grasps my hands and pulls them around her. She places my hands on her knockers and I’ll be damned John, if they didn’t feel exactly like the missus’.

“I undo the buttons on her shirt, then pull it from her skirt. I tug it down her arms, but her hands get stuck, so I hold her tight with one arm and kiss her neck. The wife reaches around and undoes the waitress’ bra, then returns the favour.

“My cock was so hard inside my trousers and the waitress was rubbing her round ass against it. Instead of releasing her, I held her tighter, and used the other to raise her skirt. I reach to slide my fingers through her slit, only to find her swollen and wet.”

John’s cock is hard, much too hard for him to do more than sit and remain. Where would he go, anyway? He needs to hear the rest of the story. John shuffles in his seat, attempting to find a comfortable position, but gives up as Neil says his next sentence.

“Suddenly, my wife is on her knees, in front of the waitress. She shimmies the skirt out of her way, throwing it behind her like a discarded napkin. Walking on hands and knees, she pushes us both backwards, me and the waitress, until my knees connect with the sofa. I fondle the waitress a bit. Her nipples are like diamonds in my hands, and she moans as I tweak them, pulling roughly.

“Then the wife, she stands and whispers something in the waitress’ ear. I don’t hear it, but the waitress gets on her knees and crawls to me. As she lowers my flies and my cock springs free, the missus gets on all fours behind her, pulls the waitress’ bum cheeks apart and starts licking her. Let me tell you, I’ve seen nothing sexier in all my life.”

“The waitress swallows me in one gulp, right down the chute. I’ve never felt anything like it. She bobs up and down on my cock, and as I watch the wife lick her, my balls pull up tight and I’m thinking, oh shit, not yet. My body doesn’t care though, and I blow with a groan as I empty into the waitress’ mouth. She swallows everything, licking me up and down, making sure to get every drop.”

John is slightly disappointed; he had hoped for a better finale. He grabs his coffee cup and drains the contents. About to stand and wish Neil better luck next time, Neil continues.

“The missus, she hears my moment of weakness and ups the stakes. Lying beside me, she says, ‘switch me places Neil.’ The waitress immediately dives between her thighs, fingers spreading the wife open. She sinks two fingers inside the missus in one wet thrust and I’ll be damned if my cock didn’t spring anew.

“I knelt behind the waitress and lined myself up, pushed forward and sank into her heat. Her moans echoed throughout the room, and the wife’s groans followed.

“The waitress took control then, pushing back and sinking forward. She matched her fingers and tongue to the same rhythm, and the wife erupted with a hoarse cry. The waitress pushed harder onto me, picking up the pace, and I grabbed her hips and thrusted into her as she pressed back. The sounds of my hips slapping her arse covered the sounds of my exertion, and the waitress clamped around me, releasing a long groan, as I spilled into her a second time, yelling crude obscenities.

“As I recovered, the two ladies came together again, a tangle of limbs and long blonde hair, moans and groans and sultry whimpers. I decided I was spent and left them to finish without me, saying I had an early morning at the wharf. They seemed more than happy to continue.”

John’s mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water, but finally he stammers out, “So, you just left those two beautiful women to do whatever it is they did without you? And miss out on the rest of it? Are you daft, man?”

“Ach, no. The waitress is coming again tonight. The missus says I’m in for a real treat.”

John drops a few dollars on the counter, then puts on his hat.

“Off to the docks, John?” Neil asks, preparing to start his workday too.

“No, I think it’s time I took the wife to that Italian place.”


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