Every story is preceded by another story, usually an untold one. Let me go back to where I think all the relevant events started.
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Coming in from the warm summer evening just home from work, my mouth watered the instant I walked into my house. My eyes were immediately greeted with the sight of that hot, tight ass of the long-haired blonde, barely clad in a flimsy cotton miniskirt, standing in the foyer of my house. Glancing up from the woman's incredible, small butt, past the 30-something-year-old's delicious C-cups clad in a white blouse, I found the smiling face of a married slut named Janae. I'd met her a couple times before, never for more than a few minutes, either coming or going with my wife Kitty on one of their "slutnights" to a local dance club or strip joint.
Janae's cold, hazel eyes looked over the not-so-perfect shape of my 43 year old body, as I set my computer bag down on the hallway table near our front door. Her very playful grin slightly morphed into a sneer of dismay, and I gathered that she had intended to be gone before I'd gotten back from work. "Hey," my wife's friend said to me, trying to keep a friendly tone.
"Hi to you too," I snickered, letting my eyes glance over the woman's sexy body again. Her big tits stuck out on her slender frame, and her skinny thighs were on display beneath her little black miniskirt. I could see the black bra through her white blouse, as would ever other male at whatever bar she and Kitty were destined to visit that night. Janae's thick, cocksucker lips glistened with cumfuckme red lipstick, and beneath her long flocks of golden hair were large hoop earrings that screamed "slut here!"
Glancing past the married woman in our foyer, I saw my wife's petite figure in the powder room right off the foyer. My under-five-foot, under-100-pound wife was leaning against the counter, peering into the mirror as she applied makeup to her eyes and cheeks. Kitty had on low-rise jeans tightly outlining her slender hips and small bubble ass, with a black thong "whale tail" rising above the top edge as she leaned forward. Her only clothing above her waist was a deep red blouse, which she didn't button but tied just below her sexy A-cup titties. The tied-up blouse showed off Kitty's divinely smooth skin on her tummy and back.
My cock hardened immediately upon seeing my wife with her horny friend. I didn't need to ask to know what their plans were.
"Hey baby," I called to my wife, seeing her waive at me through the mirror in front of her, "I can see you and Janae have plans tonight -- a hot double-date or you going slutting to some bar?"
Janae sort of snorted next to me, while my wife was more explanative. "Dance club," she said, putting her lipstick down on the counter in the little toilet room and then plucking a bottle of eyeliner. "You said you didn't have plans for us tonight -- and you have to go to work early for that meet tomorrow, right -- so, I figured, it would be okay if I went out late, maybe, didn't get home until after you leave tomorrow morning?"
Ah, I knew my horny hotwife so well. She kept track of my work schedule so that her days and evenings having sex with other men would fit right around it. If I didn't have to go into work early, Kitty liked me to fuck one or more of her three holes in the morning. But since I wouldn't have time for sex that next morning, she didn't feel she'd be depriving me of anything if I woke up alone while she was sleeping over at some guy's place somewhere. (Hell, I doubt she'd be doing much sleeping, of course.)
Like radar, my eyes tracked back to Janae, standing near me. The slut was a great contrast to my wife, they made quite the pair. Kitty had the gorgeous, flattened Asian face with big, slanted brown eyes, super-long jet-black hair, thin lips, and a skinny frame with those hot little titties. Standing four inches taller than my wife, Janae had the long golden-blonde hair -- usually curly, but that night, straight -- with china-white porcelain skin, big rounded eyes, pouty lips, and a curvy size-6 figure topped by those ample breasts.
But, unlike Kitty, Janae didn't have permission from her husband to go out to bars to find men to fuck. She did this when her husband was out of town on travel. However, just like Kitty, Janae didn't like to go alone. The two of them weren't lovers in any sense -- boy, would I have paid a ticket to see that -- but they played off each other when they'd go on double-dates or go to places to find hot strangers to take them home and fuck their tight cunts.
The other difference between Janae and Kitty was: Janae didn't like me. There's no question -- Kitty had told me several times -- that Kitty would definitely let me fuck Janae, however, Janae was so not into me. I wasn't her type; I'm not brawny and muscular, I don't have an 8-inch dick, I look more like a software programmer than a construction worker or professional athlete.
Still, I liked to tease her about it. I mean, a girl can always change her mind, right? "Well, you know," I said to the married blonde slut, "we have a new rule in our house -- if you're gonna take my wife out for a night of sex, then, you gotta pay a tax to the house -- at least gimme a good blowjob, right?"
I figured, if she said "yes," Kitty wouldn't mind, and I'd at least get a blowjob out of it.
Instead, I got a scowl that was more of a disappointed frown. "Awww, poor thing," the woman mused, not so much talking to me as she was talking about me, "the husband with the little dick wants a blowjob." She was trying to get a rise out of me, and I wasn't giving her any satisfaction, I just kept smiling at her unaffected. It made her laugh heartily. "Hah -- oh, isn't that what your wife is for, she likes guys like you, you're her type." To bring the point home, she raised her hand to me, holding her thumb and finger an inch apart -- the universal symbol for a small penis.
It didn't make me feel bad; the bitch hadn't ever seen my dick, and my five and a half inches didn't exactly make it the tiniest cock on the planet. She was just yet another hot, horny woman who didn't want me -- I mean, I live on a planet full of women like that. Most men do.
Fortunately, I had a horny wife who liked being with me, just not that particular evening. I'd gotten home that night two minutes before the girls were out the door, so I was only to get this brief interlude with Kitty before we went our separate ways for the night. Kitty finished applying her makeup and sauntered over to me, bending her face and indicating the one corner of her face where I could plant a good-bye kiss without messing up any of her just-applied makeup. I felt Kitty's hand brush the erection in my slacks, giving me a momentary squeeze, as she purred into my eyes, "Call me if you need, me, David -- but otherwise, don't stay up waiting for me -- okay?"
