I awoke about 8 Saturday morning. Sarah was still dead to the world asleep. She had been completely fucked out from the night before with Ryan, Lynn and Sherri. I was tempted to wake her up and fuck her again, but I decided to let her sleep. I had to do something, though, as I was wired from all that had happened the night before.
I decided to keep the standing golf date that I had with my buddies every Saturday. Predictably, I played horribly as all I could think about was Ryan's cock in Sarah's pussy. And I wanted to tell someone about it, but how do you tell your golf buddies your wife got laid the night before and you got to watch it all. Then you ate her cum filled pussy. Better to keep that one to yourself.
After golf, we went to a local sports bar that mainly featured relatively scantily clad women and hot wings. I sat there drinking beer wondering how many of them had done what Sarah and I had done the night before. I had my standard amount of beer and said my goodbyes and left with that thought in my brain.
I was driving home when my cell phone rang. It was Lynn, our next door neighbor with the gorgeous body. "Umm, hi Tom, umm, where are you right now, umm", she said when I answered. Lynn sounded funny, but cell phone reception being what it is, I didn't give it that much thought. My thoughts were about her eating my wife's pussy.
"I'm just coming home from golf. I should be at the house in about 10 minutes. Why? What's up?"
"Umm. OK. Umm. When you get here, can you come over? I need you to help me clean up a little mess I made."
Great. Now I get to go clean up some crap or something. Then again, this Lynn, and she is so fucking hot. "OK, give me about 5 minutes to put my stuff away and I be over. Will that work?"
"Umm. Ohh, yes. Umm. That will be great, see you in 15."
That was a weird conversation, especially the last part. But, the chance to see Lynn again put all that other stuff out of my mind. The fantasy part of my brain was thinking Lynn lounging on her sofa in a hot swimsuit or negligée, waiting to suck me off. The reality part of my brain said she'd be in work shorts and a tee shirt scrubbing the bathroom floor and needing me to unclog the toilet.
When I got home, Sarah was gone. She left a note saying that she was out shopping. I put away my clubs, grabbed a beer and headed over to Lynn's house. As I was heading over, I thought I heard what sounded like one of those monster pick up trucks driving off from in front of her house.
I came up to the back of Lynn's house and onto their deck. There was a note on the sliding glass door that said to just come in. The odd thing about the note, it didn't look like a woman's typically neat handwriting. This was kind of a quick scrawled note on the back of an envelope.
I entered the house and called out for Lynn. "I'm up here" she said, which sounded like the upstairs. I was right, bathroom cleaning. Uck!!! I continued through the large house and up the stairs. I always admired their home and the stuff inside. Big screen TV, leather chairs and sofa. Very nice house.
I made my way upstairs and hollered again for Lynn. "Down here", came back, indicating their master bedroom. I walked to the door of the bedroom, and stopped dead in my tracks. Absolutely none of my fantasy scenarios had anything remotely close to what I saw. My mind went numb for what seemed like hours, but was probably minutes. I just could not process all of the sexual sights, sounds and smells entering my brain.
There was Lynn, naked, and spread eagle on their king size bed that had been stripped of the top covers. She was tied at her wrists and ankles with a red rope, and she had a pillow under her ass, pushing her pussy up and out. Her blond hair was fanned out over the blue satin sheet in a wild mess.
I continued to stand there staring at her for what seemed like an hour, when she finally said "Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to help me". I took a few more steps into the room and looked a little closer at this sensual goddess.
Her face was covered with cum. Her gorgeous tits were covered with what must have been hickeys. Her pussy was shaved, except for a little tuff of hair, about the size of a quarter, just above her slit. Her pussy lips were red, swollen and her crotch was covered with drying cum.
"Have you been raped?" I asked, thinking I needed to call the police or fire department or someone.
"God no"
