Michelle sighed and then continued. “You probably know that Brenda has always been pissed that you hooked up with Brie after you got back from the Army and has always wanted a shot at you. Apparently Tom has always wanted to fuck Brie too. Brenda could never convince Brie to go along with a swap – mostly because Brie knew that you would never agree and it would cause a rift between you – so Brenda came up with this plan. Apparently Brie reluctantly agreed.”
“Reluctantly, huh,” I snickered. “Then how come they were giggling about it during the day?”
Michelle looked down at her hands, then back at me. “I can’t answer that. Maybe she did want to go along – I’m just telling you what she said. I know that she regrets it mightily.”
“Sure – she got caught,” I sneered.
“Uh…not just for that reason. She said that sex with Tom was the worst ever, and she was pissed that you and Brenda had such a good time and that Brenda kept rubbing it in,”
“Not my problem,” I snapped.
“I know it’s not. But I have known Brie ever since she was a young teen and I am convinced that she is truly remorseful and wants the chance to make it up to you,” Michelle plead. Thereafter Michelle tried for the next ten minutes to convince me to give Brie another chance. Eventually I stopped her.
“I understand what you’re saying, although I’m far from convinced. What I’m confused about is why they sent you to see me,” I smiled.
“They think that you like me…a lot…and that you’d be more receptive to me talking to you than Brenda or Brie. Plus I told them that I’d do anything to help them,” Michelle responded.
When she said that I got an evil grin on my face; I sat thinking and grinning for the next minute or so then I stood up, walked over to the door to my apartment, and put the security chain and manual door lock on.
“Wha…wha…what are you doing?” Michelle queried.
“You said that you’d do anything to help Brie and Brenda. I’m testing that. You may not have admitted it to yourself but you’ve known that I’ve had a thing for you almost since I met you; even when you were a little overweight and without much self-confidence. In the last four-plus years you’ve become hotter than a Roman candle,” I replied as I removed my shirt, then my pants and socks.
When I started removing my boxers a wide-eyed Michelle said “We can’t…I’m married, and so are you…this isn’t right.”
I had a hard time getting my boxers off since my dick was sticking straight out and was as hard as a piece of iron.
I slowly approached dumbfounded Michelle. When I got right in front of her and started unbuttoning her blouse she tried to push me away mumbling “No Scott…we can’t.”
It seemed that her protests, and the strength of her push, got quieter or weaker as each button was undone. Soon I had her top off; next came her bra. At my first look at her delightful rack I said “No wonder at the pool Brie told you that you had a great rack – it’s fabulous.”
After I lightly kissed each nipple I got down on my knees and started working on the zipper to her skirt. “Please no, Scott; this is so wrong; you can’t do this to me,” she continued to mumble as she gently tried to push my head away. That is she tried to push my head away until I had removed her skirt, pulled down her panties, and buried my tongue in her gushing pussy. After that there still were some “Nos” interspersed with moans and other signs of delight. While still sitting on the couch and in her high heels Michelle orgasmed from my tongue’s work on her labia and clit while my hands firmly grasped the globes of her supreme ass; she almost collapsed. I held onto her until her orgasm started dissipating and then stood up and lifted her naked body into my arms.