It felt like any other Tuesday, when I left for work, kissing my wife Carol goodbye. Work was productive and I actually got my inbox cleared early for a change. Leaving the office at 6 instead of 8 felt like a victory. I wanted to surprise my wife, maybe even get in a quickie before dinner. Only, I was the one who got surprised.
I heard the moans the moment I came through the condo door. Living room. On the couch, its back to the front door. Both voices female.
Approaching the back of the couch, I recognized my wife’s blond-haired head first, face down in a 69 with someone. I crept closer, caught the sight of long strawberry-blond hair splayed over the couch’s edge. There’s only one woman Carol knew with that natural shade of hair, her life-long friend Shannon, who lived across town.
I ran the back of my fingernail down Carol’s spine and she shivered. She turn her head to confirm that it was me, then breathlessly said, “Hi, hon. Shannon stopped by,” before lowering her head to lick her best friend’s privates some more. I don’t think Shannon knew I was there, yet, Carol’s thighs were firmly against her ears and her eyes were closed.
“I can see that, sweetie,” I said. To the best of my knowledge, Carol and Shannon had never been intimate with each other before, but this was probably not the time to ask about that. Instead, I disrobed, came around the couch, and knelt by Carol and she turned and sucked my half-hard dick into her mouth, quickly making me fully stiff.
I heard a mumbled, “Why’d’ya stop?” before Shannon noticed me, squealing, “Chad! Oh, fuck! We… we…”
“Everything’s fine, Shan,” I reassured her. “You aren’t doing anything wrong.”
“Anton left me for her,” she said, as explanation, right before returning her tongue to exploring my wife’s pussy. Anton was her slime-ball of a husband, caught in the cliche of a dentist cheating with his fresh-out-of-school hygienist. He begged Shannon for a second chance, only to leave anyway? Idiot.
I could guess the rest. Shannon would have come over for sympathy, and it turned into something else. Something delicious. Something from a wet dream.
Carol pulled off my cock long enough to say, “Don’t overthink it, Chad. Fuck my mouth!” Carol was bossiest when she was turned on and anything that got between her and an orgasm, whether hers or mine, was her enemy, even if it was my tendency to think too much.
I pushed steadily forward with my hips, felt Carol swallow around my glans and into her throat I slipped. In and out I thrust, giving Carol time to breathe and swirl her tongue around me. Behind her head, I saw Shannon’s plump-lipped pussy glistening from some combination of spit and secretions, and couldn’t resist reaching for it with my left hand. I slipped two fingers between her engorged labia, coating them in her wetness, then slid them repeatedly on either side of her clit. From the renewed moans coming from between Carol’s legs, Shannon was appreciating my touch.
Carol backed off to swirling her tongue around my cockhead, stroking my wet shaft with one hand, pressing her thumb along the underside on the up stroke. “Come for me, baby,” she mumbled, already knowing how close I was.