hapter Three
Arty

We had been married only a few weeks when Paul and I went to visit our parents. After a few days there, the men decided to go fishing. I told Mom that I was going to go riding around to look at the old neighborhood and would be home in a couple of hours.
Having stopped at a red light, my head jerked around as I heard my name being called out. Looking to my right, there was Arty, an old umm…friend. He was smiling and waving. Returning the greeting, I pulled into the parking lot of a convenience store. Hurrying into each other’s arms, we hugged and kissed.
“Gosh I have missed you!” Arty said. His crotch bulge that was tight against my lower body told me he was telling the truth.
“I’ve missed you also.” I answered in a throaty manner as I pushed against him.
Starting to kiss again, we checked ourselves, as this was a small town. Arty started to say something and then suddenly he said. “Wait just a minute.” Going in the store, he promptly returned with an ice-cold six – pack of beer. “You still drink beer?”
“Oh yes!” My breath caught for a moment at the thought of an afternoon…!
Arty had called me one day and asked if I wanted to go down to our swimming hole. Naturally I quickly accepted, as I knew he would bring me home with a well-contented pussy. Between him and my finance Jay, and an occasional one…or err, two others, I was probably the most satisfied woman in town.