I can tell that he's stressed because he keeps touching his hair and adjusting his tie. My poor baby, I think to myself. It's killing me that he's so stressed out over work.
The mere thought of him getting fired is driving him into deep anxiety. I watch him every morning get ready for work, to make that long drive to a shitty job where he is underappreciated and it takes everything in me to not drive over there and curse out his asshole boss. Granted, my husband is avidly searching for another job and there are a few possibilities, but there is so much competition.
So I have a legitimate reason to set this up. I don't feel like I have to do this. I did ask him once what his fantasies were when he was drunk, and he candidly told me that he was like any other guy and would love it if I hooked up with a girl. He said he wouldn't even participate, but what I have in mind is even better.
I hear his car pull into the driveway at five forty-five and it's my cue to sit down on the couch and pretend I'm watching a movie. It's Friday night, so I have a six-pack of his favorite beer, Dos Equis, chilling in the fridge. There's one already waiting for him on the table. I try to suppress the smile that grows on my face but it's too late because he's already walking into the living room, looking so handsome in his charcoal grey suit.
"Hey baby," I enthusiastically say as I stand up. "How are you?"
Just the haggard look in his eyes is enough to pierce me in the gut. He looks so tired and miserable. He collapses on the couch next to me and rests his head on my shoulder, forcing me to immediately wrap an arm around him.
"So tired," he whispers. "That place is so draining."
"Aw. I'm sorry, babe." I lean forward and grab his beer. "I got you something."
He smiles and sits up as he accepts his Dos Exis. "You are too sweet to me, you know that?"
I grin. "I try."
As he drinks the first sips of his beer, I quickly take out my phone and text her. Damien has no idea that my friend, Alicia, is down the hall in the bathroom, patiently waiting to make her appearance. I text her to come over now and try to hide my excitement as her high heels click against the hardwood floor.
"You have a friend over?" Damien asks as he sits up more properly. "Want me to leave you with her?"
"That won't be necessary," I say as she comes into view. "She's here for you."
Alicia finally comes into view and I take the opportunity to check her out again. I helped her choose the sexy, stunning outfit last week, and I think it really suits her. She's wearing a black corset that shows off a lot of cleavage and a silky pair of black panties. With her fishnet stockings and black high heels, she looks like a goddess. I notice Damien's surprised reaction at her sexy clothing as he attempts to avoid staring at her.
"For me?" he asks in confusion as he turns to me. "Kelsey, what's going on?"
I stand up and slowly walk toward Alicia. My heart is pounding, forcing adrenaline to spread throughout my alert body. Once I reach her, she surprises me by placing her firm hands on my shoulders and pulling me in. I moan as she takes a long, slow lick of my neck. My nipples harden and a gasp escapes me when she bites down on my sensitive neck.
"She wants you to watch while I ravage her," she says as she turns to Damien. "Is that okay?"
If he's going to reject this offer, it has to be now. But when I look at him, I'm surprised to see that he's avidly watching with keen interest.
"Um, wow..." he says as he blushes. "Are you sure, babe?"
I nod. Alicia's response is to grab my hand and lead me down the hall to the bedroom. I look back and am pleased to see Damien following, too. Once I'm in the bedroom with Alicia, she pushes me on the bed and pins me against the mattress with her small frame. Her lips wander down to my neck again and I moan in pleasure as I feel the bed dip under the added weight of someone else. Alicia nibbles on my collarbone as I look up at my love, who's watching in absolute lust.
"Do you want to see me fuck your sexy wife?" Alicia asks Damien as her hand wanders down to the hemline of my skirt.
Damien shudders as he meets my gaze. "As long as I get to touch her, too."
Alicia pulls down my skirt to reveal the sheer black panties that I just bought. She trails kisses down my body, between my ample cleavage and tummy to my wetness. When she plants a soft kiss on my cunt, I gasp and instinctively reach out to Damien. He intertwines his fingers with mine and moves a little closer to me. My hands tremble in his grasp as Alicia trails her tongue up my slit through the panties.
"You are so wet," she whispers against my sex. "Can I make you come like this?"
Her words make me tremble and moan. Damien is still silent but I can feel his lust growing by the second. He surprises me when he pulls away from his left hand and brings it to my mouth. Alicia slowly starts to lick me and I greedily suck on his forefinger, imagining it's his cock. Alicia's slow, teasing strokes are driving me insane with need. When her velvet tongue reaches my clit, I arch my back and whimper around Damien's finger.
"Is someone ready to beg?" she asks. "Do you want these off?"
I quickly take out his finger and moan loudly. "Please! I need it."
She chuckles. "I'm not convinced."
"Please!" I yell with urgency. "Please fuck me with your tongue!"
She slowly takes off my panties. Damien moves a little closer to me and I feel his erection rubbing against the back of my head. I wish I could suck him off while Alicia tongue fucks me, but I have to be patient. Damien's hands roam through my hair, where he gingerly runs his fingers through the straightened strands. When Alicia's skilled tongue starts lapping away at my slick core, I groan and lean back into Damien, struggling to regain control.
