Spent once again, I lay there sweating, breathing heavily, heart pounding. Liz collapsed beside me, leaning her head on my shoulder. She, too, was spent and exhausted. Jack disappeared into another room to get a beer, and Liz whispered in my ear that she’d had a great time, and that Jack is gone from Monday morning to Thursday evening every week. She said I can come over any time, as long as I call first. Soon, Jack came back with his beer, and we all laid on the bed for a few, before I decided I had to leave. I got my clothes from the next room, shook Jack’s hand, kissed Liz again (and grabbed her ass), and left.
I passed out in bed at home, and woke at 10 the next morning when Aimee, who’d gotten an earlier fight home, was rubbing my cock through my boxers. Should I tell her what happened, I thought?
I didn’t. It’s my little secret. I treated her, though, to the cock of a stranger we met a few days later …
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