"I don't know." Jessica said, wiping a tear out of her eye. "All I could think about was you and being with you."
My heart skipped a beat, and thoughts of running away and spending the rest of my life with Jessica filled my mind. Raising a family, growing old, everything. I must have had a confused look on my face because Jessica said, "I mean, to sleep with tonight. I got a call after you guys left, and, with my high school work done for the year, the Ford Street Team is asking if I can spend next week up in Wyoming going to two different events. It's a lot of money, so I said yes. But, now, I'm going to miss our little get-together next week."
Trying to think through what she just said, I just said, "Oh."
"Oh?" Jessica questioned me.
"Yeah. Sorry, for some reason, when I saw you wiping at your eye, I thought maybe you were thinking something else. That's awesome, but I will miss you next week," I said as we started to walk towards Jessica's apartment building.
"What? Did you think I meant that I wanted you to leave Kathy, move in with me, and be mine forever?" Jessica said it with a laugh. I laughed too as we got to the door of her building and gave Jessica a hug and a kiss goodbye.
Once I got home, my phone went off with a text message from Jessica. It read, "Hey, all that I said about wanting you to run away with me... I hope you know that I would never expect that or ask it of you. But I can always dream."
That Sunday, I was sitting on my living room couch with my wife, Kathy. The kids were asleep, and we were enjoying a rare quiet night together, cuddling together and watching a TV show. When the show ended, Kathy leaned up, kissed my cheek, and said, "Now what? Kids are asleep, and it's still early."
I smiled down at her and said, "I'm sure we could find something fun to do," and I started to kiss her lips. I brushed her brown curly hair out of her face as we kissed, and she adjusted up so that she was no longer laying on the couch and was now sitting on it. I moved my hand from around her back to her front and cupped one of her double-D breasts with it.
I started to kiss her neck as she said, "Those would be more fun to play with if my shirt was off."
I said, "Your shirt would be easier to get off if you were on my lap."
Kathy got hit and climbed onto my lap with her legs straddling me. As we kissed, I pulled her shirt and bra up and off over her head, freeing her breasts. I cupped them both in my hands, squeezing them, before leaning my head down and licking around her left nipple. I rubbed the right nipple with my fingers as I licked and sucked her left nipple, before switching and doing the same to the right nipple.
I was growing hard in my pants, and Kathy started to rock back and forth on them. She moaned out, "Are we going to make it to the bedroom?"
I laughed and said, "Nope, let's just do it here."
Kathy said OK, standing up off me and pulling her pants and underwear down and off as I pulled mine off, leaving us both naked. Kathy took my hard, six-inch-long cock in her hand, rubbing it up and down a few times before she climbed back onto my lap and slid it into her wet, hairy pussy.
She started to roll her wide hips on top of me as she pulled my shirt off me, saying, "You don't need this anymore." She wrapped her arms around my neck as she rode me, pressing her breasts and nipples into my chest.
I kissed her neck and placed my hands on her butt, helping to hold her to me. Kathy was moaning in my ear, telling me how good it felt, as I pushed my hips up, pushing my cock deeper inside her. She started to bounce harder and faster, pushing me down into the couch, moaning louder as she orgasmed.
Falling on top of me, she said, "Oh my gosh, I hope I didn't wake the kids. I need to get off. Do you want to stay in here?"
I told her yes and helped her down to the floor. I leaned her upper body over the ottoman in front of the couch, kneeled behind her, and slid my cock back inside her.
"Oh, this is new," Kathy said as I started to thrust in and out of her. As much as I loved her and enjoyed sex with her, as I was pounding my cock in and out of her, my mind started to drift, and I started to think of having Jessica in the same position. Then I thought of Kourtney, picturing her fit ass with my thick cock in it.
I was trying to put my focus back on Kathy, but instead my mind went to her youngest sister, Katie. I thought of having her naked body under mine, and I could instantly feel my orgasm building up. As I remembered how Katie moaned the one time I had fucked her, I started to orgasm, pushing deep inside Kathy and sending my cum into her pussy.
"Oh, baby, that felt good," Kathy said as I finished. I helped her to her feet, we grabbed our clothes, and we walked to the bedroom, kissing the whole way.
The next day, I texted Jessica in the morning as she left for Wyoming, telling her that I hoped she had fun, to call me if she needed anything, and that I would miss her. She texted me that she would miss me too and couldn't wait to get back.
For some reason, I couldn't stop thinking about Katie that day. After a few hours, I sent her a text to see how she was doing. She responded back, "Hey! I'm OK. I'm going through a lot at work, but it's all good."
"Are you working today?" I asked her.
"Not until later this afternoon. Why?" She responded back.
"Just curious. What about tomorrow?" I said.
"I'm off all day tomorrow and the rest of the week. They've only been working me Sundays and Mondays," she texted back.
"That sucks. But it might work in our favor. Kyle still working during the day?" I said.
"Yes, he usually works until six every night. Why?" She said.
"Because I'm going to come over to your house after work one of these days and fuck you," I finally said.
"Oh, that sounds awesome. Just say when," she said.
Thursday was my wife's day off from her work, and I texted her during the day that I was going to work a couple hours of overtime that day and not go to the gym that night. I hated to lie to her, but I also really wanted to fuck Katie. I texted Katie that I would be over that day, and she said she was really excited. We spent the rest of the day texting, and by the time I got off work, she said that she was soaking wet.
As I drove to Katie's house after getting off work, I was already starting to grow hard in my shorts. I had given her some specific instructions that I wanted her to do for me, and she had agreed to them.
She opened up the front door to her house, hiding behind it as I walked in. I said hi to her as I walked past, and she told me how to get to the bedroom and waited for me to call her. Once I sat down on her bed, I told her she could come in and let out a "Wow" when she walked in.
Since I had last seen her, Katie had dyed her blonde hair a dark red color. She had a bit of a curl to it today, leaving it loose around her head but pinned behind her ears.
She was wearing a black spaghetti-string tank top with no bra, the cleavage of her C-cup-sized breasts sticking out the top of it. It was tight around her body, almost like it was a size too small, and showed her midriff off. I told her to spin around, and she slowly did so, showing me the black thong I had chosen for her to wear. Her butt wasn't as fit as Kourtney's or Jessica's because Katie had a little bit of meat on her body, but it looked good in the thong.
After she turned back around to face me, I said, "Now, come blow me."
Katie walked towards where I sat on the edge of the bed, kneeling down on her knees in front of me between my legs. She reached up with her hand, rubbing my cock through my shorts, feeling how hard it already was. I lifted my hips up as she pulled my shorts and underwear down, watching as she moved out of the way as she pulled them off my legs.
She wrapped her hand around my thick, six-inch-long cock, rubbing up and down my shaft as she opened up her mouth and sucked the tip of it into it. She swirled her tongue around the tip before slowly sliding her mouth down the shaft of my cock, her hand going down right in front of it. Looking up at me with her gorgeous blue eyes, Katie moved her head and hand back up to the tip of my cock, then back down, working up to a steady rhythm of bobbing her head up and down, with her hand following at the same time.