Patty and Bill Part 1

Patty and Bill were friends of mine before I got locked up. We had been friends since High School. They had been dating even back then. It was no big surprise when they got married. What was a surprise was what happened after I got let out.
Bill had never gotten in trouble with the law, so when the parole board asked if I had a good place to stay, I thought of him immediately. I wrote him and asked if I could use his address when I paroled out. When he wrote back, he said not only could I use his address, but Patty and he would have a room ready for me when I got out. It was more than I had hoped for.
I'm not a violent guy and I'm not a sex offender, so they had few worries that I would cause problems in their lives. Its funny how much trouble a little bag of weed can get you in with the state police in some states. Regardless, I was looking forward to getting out of prison and living in a place where I could make a fresh start.
The day I was released, everyone in my block shook my hand and wished me well. I went through all the paperwork needed for my parole release (its funny that it takes 3 times as long for them to book you as it does for them to release you), got my prison issued civilian clothes (they had thrown my clothes out a while ago), and took me to the front gate where the transport bus was waiting.
There were a few guys on the bus, but I saw something that was a sight for sore eyes. Patty and Bill were there at the prison to pick me up.Bill looked pretty much the same as he did in High School, About 5'9 and 165. His blonde hair was cut a little shorter than I was used to seeing, but that was probably because he had a good job now.
Patty looked great to a guy who had only seen women in guard uniforms for the past few years. Her halter top and daisy duke shorts did nothing to hide her long legs and flat tummy. As they got out of the car, the wind ruffled her shoulder length brown hair. As she walked, her breasts jiggled under her top, showing she wasn't wearing a bra. It was a bit distracting.
Bill shook my hand with a big grin on his face. "Good to see you survived Bubba corn-holing you in there," he said in a good natured manner.
"Well, I'm not as sexy as I used to be," I quipped back.
"I beg to differ," Patty said looking me up and down like a piece of meat. "There's something about a parolee that turns a girl on."
We all laughed. As we walked back to their car, Patty's bubble butt was switching in front of me the whole way. Some of the guys on the bus were wolf whistling and cat calling to her. I was a little embarrassed by it all, but she took it in stride and waved to them.
I thought it was my imagination, but it seemed that she went out of her way to bend over further than necessary to unlatch the back seat so I could get in. Almost a third of her ass was showing out from under her shorts as she wrestled with the latch. I was grateful to finally sit down, so neither of them could see my boner.
The ride to their place was several hours. We grabbed dinner at a fast food place (God I missed French fries) and it seemed the whole time that Patty was flirting with me. Bill didn't seem too put off by it, so maybe it was just my over active imagination. She was probably just being friendly and I wasn't used to a woman who wasn't dressed in a guard's uniform and not barking orders at me.
We made it back to their place and they showed me to a room with a twin mattress that felt like heaven to lay on after the metal cots and flimsy pad I had been sleeping on.
"Let's give Mike some privacy," Bill said to Patty.
"Bathroom's across the hall," Patty said as she sashayed out of the room. Damn, that ass on her!
They left me to my own devices for the rest of the night. I took a shower after using the toilet, relishing the fact I could do both without 80 other people watching or waiting.
They had a full length mirror on the back of the door, something else that prison lacked. They were too afraid of the prisoners using the glass to cut each other. All they had were metal mirrors that were smaller than the ones on the medicine cabinet.
Looking at myself in the mirror for the first time in many years, I took stock. Not overweight (yet), I could use a little color, though. I definitely needed to man scape, though. My pubic hair was all over the place and needed to be beat back.
Sleeping alone in a room was another novelty. I slept like a rock without the snoring and farting sounds of 80 other people. I could also indulge in sleeping without any clothes on without worrying.
The next morning, I woke up to Patty bringing in a breakfast tray.
"Rise and shine, sleepyhead!" she said.
"What time is it?" I asked.
"10 AM," she replied.
"Jeesh, I'm not used to getting a straight 8," I said.
Her eyebrows went up.
"They counted us every 6 hours. It didn't matter if we were asleep or not, we had to get out of bed and stand next to our bunks when they counted. Whenever they didn't count us every 6 hours, it was breakfast, lunch or dinner. You either got sleep, or you got to eat, but never both," I explained as she walked in with the tray of food.
"Well we don't roll you out of the bed, except to feed you or fuck you," she said with a smile.
I noticed she was wearing a short satin bathrobe, then. My imagination started going crazy as she leaned over to set the tray down. Was she wearing anything underneath?
She leaned over as sat the tray down, and though I didn't see her breasts fully, there was enough cleavage to let me know that my suspicions were well founded. She had on a very small nightie or nothing at all. I thought I could hear a snapping sound as my cock sprung to full hardness.
"Now eat up," she said and patted my thigh, dangerously close to my pecker.
Before I could say anything, she turned and walked out, her robe barely covering her bubble shaped cheeks. Damn, she was driving me crazy!
The food she brought me (eggs, toast and bacon) tasted like the food of the Gods compared to prison food.The prison food, most of the time, was unidentifiable, tasteless and disgusting. Actually being able to know what I was eating was half of the pleasure.
A few minutes later, Patty came back in. My boner had settled back down a bit, but when she walked in with 2 mugs of steaming coffee, she had my full attention above and below the waist.
"Coffee?" she asked. Had she seen the sheets move when my dick got hard?
"God, yes! You don't know how hard it is to get coffee in prison," I replied.
She carefully handed me the mug. I smelled it first, just enjoying that for a second before sipping. The whole time, she was watching me, kind of like a cat.
"Thank you for all of this," I said.
"You don't have to thank me," she said, "Bill was the one who suggested it."
"Well, breakfast in bed, served by a beautiful woman, is an awesome gift for a first day out of prison."
She sat her mug down, picked up the tray of food, and walked over to the door.
"There's more to come," she said as she set the tray down on the floor by the door. When she bent over, I could see half of her bare ass as her robe rode up. My dick throbbed. She turned around just as my dick moved and a big smile crossed her lips.
"Hey, um sorry," I said.
"Don't be. I'm flattered, actually," she said as she sat down on the bed.
"Patty, you're Bill's wife. I don't want to do something that will mess things up," I said.
"You won't," she said as she slipped her hand under the sheets.
"Won't Bill be upset if he finds out?" I asked.
"He's the one that suggested it," she whispered in my ear as her hand grasped my rock hard erection.
She sucked my earlobe as she stroked me. I'm ashamed to admit that I lasted all of 6 seconds before I shot my load all over her fist and the sheets.I thought she would be pissed, but she just giggled a little and stood up and licked the back of her hand where I had came.
"When you catch your breath, come on out to play," she said. As she walked out of the room, she untied her robe and let it fall. Not only did she have a bubble shaped ass, her lower back swayed in. Even though I was trying to catch my breath and I had just came, my dick spasmed again at the sight of her swaying away, naked.
I'm not sure how long I lay there. Did that just happen? The only proof I had were the sticky sheets and her robe laying on the floor. I got up, put on my shorts and walked into the living room.
Patty was riding Bill on their sectional couch. Her perfect ass was grinding against his thrusts, his mouth was clamped on her left breast. I accidentally stepped on a squeaky board and they stopped.
"There he is," Bill said as he let Patty's nipple go. She had wonderfully brown nipples. "Want to give me a hand with Patty?"
She leaned forward and he spread her ass cheeks apart. "Grab some of that hand cream for lube," Bill said, "And get your damned shorts off."

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