An Opportunity Not To Be Missed Ch. 29

After a few weeks Steve got to know the barman in there quite well and it wasn't long before his curiosity got the better of him and he started asking about the lonely old man that sat at the end of the bar.

It turned out he was single and had been for many many years, the rumour was that his wife had left him about 20 years ago when he was apparently sent to prison. It came on good authority, apparently, that he had been convicted for a serious sexual offence. Some thought it had just been some sort of misunderstanding, some thought it was more than likely some sort of minor offence, while others were convinced it was something far more serious. The truth is that nobody really knew, but he certainly had a bad reputation for being something of an old pervert, something which of course Steve pretty much knew already...............

As he continued to observe the old boy it soon became obvious to Steve why he had been such a constant pest to his lovely Alison. A filthy old fart like that with only one thing ever on his mind must have thought all his Christmas's had come at once when she turned up with her fresh youthful beauty and extremely curvaceous figure. He knew everything about the old man was disgusting and he knew he should maybe have gone over to him told him who he was and knocked his block off.

But for some unknown reason the thought of this old dirty pervert who was well into his sixties lusting over his gorgeous sexy young wife still seemed to excite him. He couldn't help but smile smugly to himself at the thought of all the nights the filthy old creep must have spent in his dingy old bedroom wanking himself off his head spinning with images of her.

Above everything else he must have prayed endlessly for an opportunity, a chance, a chance to enjoy her firm young body, just once!

Steve knew from what Alison had said in the past that he had a thing for her huge tits, and who could blame him. He knew that he would have probably given just about anything to get his hands on them and give them a good squeeze, something that Steve was free to do any time he liked. He also knew that he must have been driven crazy by her shapely and incredibly cheeky ass, especially when she wore some of her short tight skirts, hence the reason for touching her up that day in the corridor. He must have longed for a chance to grope and fondle it, again something that Steve was free to do any time he liked. Oh yes, Steve certainly had good reason to smile smugly to himself.

Several months went by and Steve went to the bar less and less, until one day the two of them had an invite to go to a new years eve party being held by some of his old friends from college. It was celebrate the coming of 1990 and as it turned out the party was being held in that very bar. As it also had accommodation above a few of the guys had booked rooms to stay the night, obviously the plan was for a heavy nights drinking. Surprisingly for Steve Alison thought it a good idea and said she would look forward to it. He thought this a little strange as she wouldn't normally go near the place and it caused some suspicions he had had in the past to raise their ugly head again.

He had nothing to base his suspicions on but he always felt that Alison had a bit of a thing for some of his old college buddies. She had always had quit a high sex drive and when you look as good as she does then you can't help but be a little nervous, especially when there are hot blooded young men around, even if they are friends.

Anyway Steve tried to put these worries out of his mind and soon the night of the party came and Alison, of course, looked absolutely gorgeous.

She wore an electric blue dress made from a stretch fabric that looked as if it had been literally painted onto her incredibly curvaceous body. With every step she took the fine material stretched tighter across her lovely ass. There was no doubt she had to be wearing a thong from the way you could see the separate individual shape of each of her beautifully rounded buttocks. Alison was convinced it made her bum look too big, but after some persuasion from Steve she decided to go with it. The truth was it did make it look bigger, but that was no bad thing, in fact it just looked even sexier than ever! It was nice and short too but still just long enough to cover the tops of the sheer black stockings that coated her shapely legs.

It had a single zip that ran full length up the front, all the way to the neck so no cleavage on show. But the tease of the large round silver hoop on the zipper hanging at her neck conjured up thoughts of how easy it would be to just pull it down.

Being a stretch fabric it clung to her slender waist, something that was the envy of many women when you consider she was less than a year into motherhood. The way her body seemed to just ping back into shape was the source of much amazement, and not just a little jealousy. The only noticeable change her recent maternal condition had left her with was an increased swollen firmness to the pair of 32HH breasts that stood out proudly in front of her. Without shame they seemed to push the dress to its limits inviting everyone to glare in mouth watering disbelief.

She was a true spectacle, and to finish the look of she wore a pair of black shoes with bright blue 5 inch heels that matched the colour of her dress.....she was complete perfection.

The party was quite loud and busy and Steve as always was proud to be with the girl that everyone seemed to be looking at. Within very little time Alison had had a few vodkas and started to enjoy herself. Steve had seen it all before and recognised the signs. She was starting to get a little drunk, it wasn't obvious to those who didn't know her because she always looked outwardly fine, but Steve knew and as the night wore on he could see her inhibitions fade, a clear sign that she was maybe having more to drink than she should.

While all this is going on Ernie had arrived and was rather pleased to see his local bar full of so many young people enjoying themselves....in particular, well in fact only really, so many young women.

Then he saw Alison, he couldn't believe it, she was looking even hotter than ever, if that were possible. He felt his mouth fill with saliva and his old cock twitch in his trousers as he drank in the vision of the lovely 21 year old in that incredible tight blue dress. He took a seat at the bar and never once took his eyes off her. The hair on the back of his neck seemed to rise as he thought of all the fantasies that he had unknowingly given him, so many more than he could ever hope to remember, and now there she was again, right in front of him!

Alison had no idea he was there, but Steve saw him straight away. He smiled to himself as he watched the old man staring wide eyed at her clearly thrilled with what he saw. As the evening went on Steve made a point of checking on the old boy from time to time. He began to see what a dirty old man he was, particularity when he saw him leaving the toilet with what was obviously piss dribbled down the front of his trousers. Not only that his shirt was half tucked in and half hanging out, not a good look.

Ernie didn't care what he looked like, all he cared about was watching Alison, trying to remember every wonderful curve of her young body for when he would be alone in bed later. He knew he was in for a good time with nothing more than a vivid imagination and his trusty old right hand.....If only she knew how much pleasure she gave him.

She may have not known, but Steve had a pretty good idea, and as the music changed to a slow love song the thought of winding the dirty old pervert up some more suddenly seemed rather appealing.

He dragged his young wife out onto the dance floor and held each other close as they began to dance. Steve moved around until they were only a few feet away from old Ernie and Alison was positioned with her back to him. He glanced over and saw the old guy blatantly staring at her ass with his tongue almost hanging out.

It was then that Steve slipped his hands around her waist and into the dip of her lower back, slowly he felt his way down the steep outward slope of her ass until eventually his palms came to rest over each lovely rounded cheek. The old guys eyes widened and he took a visible gulp as Steve firmly gripped each one and began to massage them, something that Ernie could only ever hope to dream of doing, and he had so dreamt of doing it....many many times.

Steve rested his face into Alisons shoulder but kept an eye on the reaction from the old man. Knowing just how much Ernie would have given to be in his position Steve took great pleasure in demonstrating to him how only he and nobody else was free to do this with his sexy young wife.

He gently fondled and squeezed her ass as a way of deliberately winding the filthy old pervert up. As he did he knew the hem of her dress was slowly riding up at the back. He smiled smugly to himself as the old boy sat at the bar frozen to his stool with his drink in his hand halfway to his mouth unable to believe what he was seeing.

Ernie felt like he could have a heart attack at any moment as the dark band of her stocking tops came into view. He had no idea that this sexy young girl that he had fantasised over so many times wore such things. It was more than he could have ever dared hope for and he stared in continued disbelief as to his utter amazement the dress went higher revealing sexy black lace suspenders too. To his mind anyone that wore stockings and suspenders knew what they were doing and it looked like it was turning out that she really was the naughty little cock teaser he had always hoped she was after all.

It was such an unbearable thrill for him, more thrilling than anything he could ever remember seeing. He couldn't tear his eyes away despite the intolerable agony of knowing he would only ever enjoy this dream girl in his mind and never for real. It was that thought that tortured him more than any other!

The old guy held his breath as he waited to see how far the hem of the skin tight blue dress would go, was he going to get to see her oh so cheeky ass? Surely not.....surely not!

He watched with his jaw almost on the floor and saliva actually dribbling from his bottom lip oblivious to the room full of people around him. He had an erection that you could hang your coat on as the sexy tight blue dress went higher. Then, just as he thought he might see her panties, Alison reached behind herself and pulled it back down. Steve's reaction was to give her a sharp slap on the ass before continuing with their dance......something else that Ernie had longed to do.

As the night drew close to an end and people started to drift off home Steve and his friends were now seated around a table talking loudly, clearly rather the worse for drink. there was five guys, including Steve, and they all had their respective partners either sitting on their laps or at their sides.

Now there had been talk that a couple of the group had indulged in a little wife swapping a few times, and strangely enough the conversation soon got around to that very subject. The pro's and con's of such an activity was debated over several more drinks until someone suddenly piped up that as they had rooms booked upstairs why not give it a try.

Steve was instantly against the idea but before he could speak everyone else seemed to cheer and be up for it......including Alison. To say he was angered by her apparent enthusiasm would be something of an understatement. He knew she had been drinking and he knew the way that affects her but he didn't expect her to be quite so keen to go along with the idea.

Without anyone really asking Steve it was soon decided that the guys would take their relevant partners upstairs, one to each room, and return with the key to that room and put it in a hat. Everyone seemed to know how it worked and it soon became apparent that this was something they had obviously done before. It all seemed to happen so fast and a very annoyed Steve felt like he had just been railroaded into the whole idea.

As they all went upstairs he knew there was no way he was going to let any of his friends have his wife, it just was not going to happen! Even worse was the thought that she was keen on the idea, he knew she always fancied a few of his friends but never thought she would do something like this.....he was very angry and very upset.

Deep down he knew it was the drink that had lightened her inhibitions but if she thought she was going to have a good time with one of these guys then she was very much mistaken! His mind was working overtime on how he was going to get out of this fix, he didn't want to appear to be a bore and a prude in front of his mates but at the same time he couldn't stand the idea of his lovely young wife with any of them.

It was as they reached the top of the stairs that he suddenly had an idea, an idea that would get him out of this impossible situation and maybe even give him the last laugh.

They went into the bedroom and Steve told her that he would only agree if she put a blindfold on so she couldn't know which of the other four she was going to be with. Acting rather tipsy she smiled and agreed thinking if that was what he needed her to do for him to be okay with it then that was what she would do. Besides she thought it might actually add an exciting dimension to the whole experience.

Steve took a clean white handkerchief from his pocket and tied it tightly around her head covering her eyes so she couldn't see, luckily it was long enough to put a double knot in it so it would stay firmly on.

He couldn't believe how she was up for this, even more annoyingly he couldn't believe that she hadn't seen his reluctance to play along, it was as if she didn't care whether she hurt him or not. Of course she did care and never intended to hurt his feelings, but under the influence of slightly too much alcohol as she was she honestly thought he wanted to do it too.

Anyway all he planned to do was leave the room and then return himself a few minutes later....simple! In fact he quite liked the idea of fucking while she wore a blindfold, maybe he could push the boundaries a little further with her than she would normally allow. As far as she was concerned he could be anybody, and with her being a little intoxicated she would never have to know it was really him.

As he left the room he told her that whoever came wouldn't be allowed to speak so she would never be able to figure out who it was. Leaving her sitting on the edge of the bed unable to see anything she just giggled childishly and said

"okay."

When he returned back down at the bar he could see the look of excitement on all the other guys faces, it was clear to Steve that Alison was the real prize that they all wanted.

"I'm sorry guys," he said, "but she doesn't want to do it now....sorry."

The look of disappointment was clear on all their faces, and after some attempts to persuade him to go make her change her mind it was obvious that she was out of the game. Steve couldn't believe he had gotten away with it without losing face in front of all his mates.

All the while this had been going on there was somebody who had been taking a very keen interest in events....the scruffy elderly man at the bar......Ernie.

All the others got on with the "game" on their own and Steve went to the bar to get himself a drink. As he ordered it he sensed someone come and stand next to him.

"You not playing then?"

It was Ernie, this was the first time the old man had spoken to him and Steve was slightly taken aback. He obviously had heard everything as he seemed to know all about what had just happened.

"Nah," Steve replied as he dropped the room key on the bar and took a long swig of his fresh beer. He noticed from the corner of his eye the old boy looking at the key.

Steve pretended not to notice as the old man continued. "Y....you not going back to let her out then?"

"She can wait a few minutes," he replied.

"Ha ha," the old man laughed nervously, "bit too keen was she?"

Before Steve could answer the old man went on. "I....I know her y'know, I..I used to work with her.....Alison isn't it?"

"Yeah.....yeah that's right," Steve answered him rather puzzled by where this was all leading.

"I....if you want I'll go and let her out, y.....you know...if you're annoyed at her and don't want to speak to her...."

Steve turned to face him, it was the first time he had been this close and could straight away see why Alison used to get so irritated by his constant sexual harassment. To say he was an unattractive old boy would be an understatement. He looked every bit his sixty plus years, with cracked and wrinkled skin and thinning grey greasy hair. But if that wasn't enough he had horrible yellow teeth and froth at the corners of his mouth that caused him to constantly spit as he spoke. Even the whites of his eyes were yellowish and under his thin hair line Steve noticed a number of scabs dotted about all over his head.

Couple that with his grubby shirt and urine splattered trousers it was easy to see why he disgusted Alison so much.

Steve pretended to be surprised at the fact that he knew her and without thinking and for reasons that, to this day he didn't fully understand, he picked the key up and tossed it into the air for the old man to catch.

Of course he caught them straight away and it was then that Steve said to him, "I'm off, tell her she'll have to get make her own way home." Clearly he was still upset with her.

With that he got up and made his way to the door. Before leaving he turned just in time to see the dirty old man scurrying off up the stairs clutching the key in his grubby little hand. He had no idea why but as he left he decided to just let fate take it's course. But deep in the back of his mind was a thought that he couldn't help but find exciting, the thought of of the possibility that this filthy old pervert just might finally get his hands on his lovely young wife...............................

.................................Ernie couldn't believe his luck at what had just happened as he hurriedly climbed the stairs.

When he got to the top he looked behind to see if anyone was following him. It was clear, he was the only one around and couldn't help but grow more excited by the second as he looked along the door numbers trying to find the one that matched the key gripped firmly in his dirty old hand.

As Ernie got to the door he was trembling from head to toe. He licked his lips to clear the froth that was forming at the edges of his drooling old mouth.

With clammy sweating hands he reached for the door handle, he had no idea what awaited him on the other side but he was prepared for the inevitable scream that would surely come for him to get out. The thought that Alison was the other side all alone was all the encouragement he needed, it was just too much of an opportunity, one that he would certainly never have again.

The door creaked a little as it opened alerting Alison as to somebody's arrival. Still a little the worse for drink she stood up wondering with some nervous excitement who the mystery man might be.

Old Ernie simply could not believe his eyes when he saw Alison rise to her feet, he was so stunned that it took him a few seconds before he realised she was blindfolded! things were just getting better and better!

The gorgeous 21 year old blond looked like nothing on earth, the tight dress that clung to her phenomenal curves had ridden up slightly showing the teasing dark band of her stocking tops. The clinging fabric showing off her huge firm mouth watering bust in all it's splendour and glory.

Hurriedly but quietly he closed the door behind him.