Monday evening saw the girls jump off of the bus and wait for me to catch up. Princess flashed me that smile and blondie came straight out with it, "Did you get the message I sent you?"
"Er, oh yeah." I stammered, pretending I hadn't been looking at it every hour for the whole weekend, and that it was responsible for me giving my wife the best fuck she'd probably had for decades.
Blondie giggled at my response. Princess didn't react at all. Did she even know the content of Blondie's message? Was it a secret? I decided to stay quiet. I didn't want to be demoted back to the guy who followed along from a distance. I was back, walking alongside Princess for the time being and I intended to stay in this zone for as long as possible.
The girls chatted about college, and in particular some kid called David, who'd got their attention today. I listened in silence, hoping this was just a test for me.
When we got to the garden gate, Blondie held the gate open for me. Before walking through, I looked at Princess for her permission. She avoided my gaze, walking straight to her front door.
"C'mon!" Blondie urged, and I walked through closing the gate behind me. I was invited in the house in a similar manner and I hesitated less this time.
As we walked up the stairs, I glanced in the lounge and could make out the mother sitting on the sofa watching the TV. She had a skirt which finished just above the knee and her legs were uncrossed. I looked at her face ready to nod my hello, but she either blanked me or didn't notice. As I ascended the stairs, my view diminished until I could just see her legs. My eyes probed the shadow between her knees but found nothing inappropriate.
Upstairs, in Princess' bedroom, we sat separately. Princess on her chair, Blondie and me on opposite ends of her bed.
"Will you wait here and keep me company?" Blondie asked me.
I looked at Princess quizzically and she explained, "Mum's new boyfriend is downstairs and she wants to introduce him to me." Then she added, "I just wanted your opinion on him."
"Ok." I accepted immediately, without any hesitation. Whatever she said, I would do.
"Could you go down to the kitchen and pretend to get a glass of water, but get a sneaky look at him as you pass the doorway? Y'know, first impressions and all that." she asked.
"Sure, yeah." and before I'd even finished my instant response, I was standing and making for the door.
As I closed the bedroom door behind me, I heard the girls whispering loudly to each other. I didn't care what they were saying, though, I was on a very important mission for my goddess of the universe. My cosmic priestess.
I reached the bottom of the stairs and walked casually past the doorway to the lounge. All I could see walking this way was the mother's legs, still uncrossed, and her face seemingly still glued to the TV.
In the kitchen, I ran the tap into a glass and downed the contents. I then ran another glass and made my way back to the hall, holding the glass at hip level to make it obvious that's why I'd come downstairs. Walking past the doorway facing the other way, I saw the mother's legs again, ever so slightly further apart. Next to her, I saw a younger guy wearing jeans. She quickly smoothed her skirt down and I realised they'd been playing a naughty game while I was getting a drink. My second clue to my interrupting their game, was a massive cylinder shaped bulge down the leg of his jeans. Impressive, as my wife would've said.
I walked back up the stairs and my diminishing view of the lounge gave me just the right angle to see her legs move apart and a male hand reach into the gap they left. The pervert in me wanted to stop and watch the show, and that's how I recognised the guy. This was the rolling pin cocked stud my wife sucked off weekly in the forest car park. This mother was sure in for a treat!
Back in Princess' room, I sat down with my glass of water prop.
"What do you think?" Princess asked me seriously.
I gave it some thought for a moment. My wife wouldn't offer blowjobs to anyone unless they were alright as people, no matter what they were packing in their lunchbox.
"He seems ok." I said with a degree of confidence in my educated guess.
"How d'you know?" she asked.
