This overheard conversation took place in one of the smallest office spaces that you can imagine. There was one desk with a computer, two chairs and a small window that let in just enough light, so you didn’t feel claustrophobic. The door opened inward and about three quarters of the way it came to an abrupt stop. There was a small refrigerator blocking its way and I later learned it was stocked with chilled Zinfandel and Chardonnay.

This office was located at the end of a narrow hallway which led to an office entrance and also an obscure restroom. Aside from the small dimensions, this office was located in funeral home. In itself this is not unusual but certainly a strange place for this, Overheard Conversation, to take place.

After paying our respects to the immediate family my wife and I separated to talk to the extended family and friends that were also attending the funeral. I lost sight of my wife for the funeral home has five large rooms all of which were crowded with family and friends.

Nature was calling and the main restroom had a slight waiting line and I was in no position to wait if you know what I mean. I remembered about this not so obvious restroom located in the back of the funeral home and walked down the hallway towards it.

I thought I heard my wife’s voice and sure enough she was talking to one of her high school friends who also worked at the funeral home. I heard my wife say, “How long afterwards before, you know.”

I leaned over to take a sip of water from the water fountain that was located between the restroom and the office. The next thing I heard was my wife’s friend say, “It was a long time about eight years.”

My wife said, “Really.”

Her girlfriend responded, “It was really hard just to kiss another man.”

I knew then just what they were talking about and I leaned back from the water fountain to peek into the office. I guess the small refrigerator earned its position in the tiny office because both my wife and her girlfriend were sipping on a glass of wine.

The girlfriends’ husband had passed away about ten years ago at age fifty five. It was quite clear from the conversation I heard they were talking about her, the girlfriend, having relations with another man after her husband had passed. I felt kind of guilty ease dropping but I just couldn’t leave.

My wife hit her with a barrage of questions, who is he, do I know him, is he a good kisser, have you made love to him. Boom, one question after another before the girlfriend answered. I’m thinking, why is my wife asking these question, does she know something about my health that I don’t!!

Her girlfriend answered her in the same order, his name is, "Antonio, and you don’t know him, he was my neighbor. Yes, He is a good kisser," and "Yes, I have made love to him."

Then the girlfriend peeked out of the office, I’m assuming to see anyone was coming down the hallway. She couldn’t see me since I was somewhat protected by the offset wall that housed the water fountain.

She told my wife it took that long, eight years, to even kiss another man because she felt she was cheating on her husband. Worse than that she was so worried what her children and family might say especially her husband’s family.

She said she was excited about this new chapter in her life, but it took so long to get there.

She explained to my wife that when she thinks of how this relationship started, she gets this feeling of excitement between her legs. This feeling of excitement makes her pussy start to leak, which it hadn’t done in years, since her husband passed away.

She told my wife that when they first started to kiss and make out it was like being in high school or her early years experimenting with sex before she met her husband.

“You know,” she said, “When you first kissed, had your nipples and breasts played with and especially when you let your pussy to be touched for the first time."

My wife had two responses and they were, “You really were that excited” and “Oh my God, my pussy is starting to tingle just from you telling me."

And my response to myself, “You are a sick person, you are standing here with a hard on, listening to your wife and her friend talk about her sex life, in a funeral home."

So the wine must have kicked in because the next thing I heard was my wife asking, “Does he have a big cock.” I couldn’t believe my ears.

The response was, with a little chuckle that I heard, “Not long but a fat one.”

The wife said, “I always wanted a fat cock but never had the opportunity.”

I couldn’t believe my wife kept using the word cock but for some reason I was really being turned on. Maybe it was the thought of her wanting to fuck another guy, another guy with a fat cock, I just don’t know.

The girlfriend started to describe how it felt when she first fucked him. Although her cunt was very well lubricated because she stated, “Oh my god I was so wet, his dick just stretched my cunt apart, my lips just felt every push inward, my lips just seemed to stick to his cock as he deep into my hole."

“It was unbelievable,” was her next response.

She continued by saying, "Not only was his cock fat, but it was just long enough to hit the back of my pussy."  She said, "It was one of the best fucks she ever had and rated it right up there with her husband, who she said used to fuck the crap out of her."

She did say, “I was so glad he fucked me first because I had one hell of a time getting his fat dick in my mouth, when I finally started sucking his cock.”

I was totally, “OMG what did I just hear?"

My wife said, “Oh my god, girlfriend, you don’t know how hot and how wet I am right now.”

Then I heard my wife say, “Go ahead if you want to, I’m okay with that.”

The next thing I heard was some moaning and groaning and noticed the door was almost shut. I peeked in and saw that my wife’s girlfriend had slid her office chair over to my wife’s chair. Her hand was up my wife’s dress between her legs and based on my wife's  moaning, she, the girlfriend, was fingering my wife. My wife’s head was tilted back on the chair enjoying being pleasured.

Somewhat to my surprise her girlfriend was fingering herself with her other hand and they both came to an orgasm, together at the same time. They both were silent, eyes closed, heads back and I assume enjoying what was left of their pulsating orgasms.

What did I do, not what I wanted to do, I wanted to relieve myself but that didn’t happen. I waited till we got home and after some casual and skillful conversation, that I had with my wife, she told me parts of the missing conversation. She was reluctant at first, but she said her girlfriend leaned over and touched her on her knee and said, “Let me touch you, please.”

After expressing my excitement over her having sex with another woman the conversation gravitated towards our or I should say her sexual appetite.

She said, “I want a fat cock and I want to feel that fat cock pushing my lips inside my cunt.”

I couldn’t believe she was being so descriptive and using words like cock and cunt.

All I can say is not only did that conversation between my wife and her girlfriend lead to sexual pleasure between them, and of all places in a funeral home, it led to some of the greatest sex between my wife and myself for several weeks.