The next week was the longest of my life. My heart never seemed to slow down, and each time I thought about what occurred, the images were so vivid that I felt like I was back in the moment crouched next to my air conditioner. Googling what was happening turned up a trove of results, and that did some good in calming my nerves. That also surfaced new worries about just what path I was on, and if there was any turning back.
Sarah's behavior towards me shifted from overly sexual to just straight-up nice. She made me cocktails while I cooked dinner and complimented me every chance she got. I knew she was probably dealing with some guilt, so I accepted her conviviality. We were both processing the potentially catastrophic events. For my part, it was frightening like the first cavemen holding the first sparks of fire. The fears of losing her were fueling this thing. I enjoyed what happened, and didn't want to deter her from doing it again. And do it again she did.
They skipped the pretenses the next time, and she sucked his dick with gusto as he sat on the couch with his bare ass touching the fabric. Sarah's second go with his large cock went easier than the first. She choked herself with it as she pushed the limits of how much she could take. The dumb brute smacked her ass and called her a myriad of names that I'd never dare like "slut", "bitch", and "whore". She actually moaned when he said those things. Towards the end, when she was really trying to finish him off, Sarah licked around his taint. He was surprised by this and he blew some of his load into her hair before she came up and took the rest into her mouth.
I knew she would shower after that so I hurried myself back to the car so I could join her. I kicked my slacks off at the door and tossed my tie like confetti. She didn't protest when I entered and almost immediately started to eat her out from behind. She came quickly with my hands spreading her cheeks so that I could eagerly explore with my tongue. She probably marveled at the coincidence of where both our tongues were in the same hour.
She loved it so much that I kept on doing it. Every morning I'd get in the shower and lick her pussy and finger her g-spot until she loudly orgasmed into the foggy room. It was exhilarating to make her writhe in pleasure and clutch her beautiful body like I'd never let go. Our relationship was transforming and I kept finding new things I liked about it.
Afterwards, I'd lay on the bed and watch her get dressed. She'd giggle when I suggested different things for her to wear. I didn't have much of an understanding about putting together a woman's outfit, but she listened when I suggested different panties. I favored the sexier ones of course, and the ones that accentuated her curves.
A lid of rainy weather settled over the area for a week, and Justin didn't come on his accustomed day. I worried about how disappointed I was to miss the opportunity to watch my girlfriend suck another man's cock while crouched behind my home. Sarah also seemed disappointed. She went to extra spin class workouts and did yoga. That wasn't enough to burn off the sexual energy, and I was suprised to find she bought a little vibrator that she used on her clit when we had sex. I asked her about it, and she told me it was one of the new things she wanted to try. Sarah wouldn't elaborate on what any of the other new things were going to be.
A brilliantly sunny Saturday rolled around. We took advantage by going downtown and perusing local shops and just lazily soaking up the day. It was well into the afternoon as we sat in the sunroom reading. Sarah's legs were draped over mine. The red floral sundress that looked incredibly sexy with her dark eyes and hair was wrapped tightly around her legs. We heard a truck rattle into the driveway,and her eyes got very large. Maybe mine did as well, because I got nervously excited and my thoughts started racing. Was this bad or good? What could possibly happen with me in the situation for the first time?
Sarah was apparently more concerned with me finding out about the whole situation, because she made herself scarce by hustling into our bedroom to fold laundry. I decided to go out and greet our landscaper. He made it very clear he wasn't pleased about having to work on a Saturday, but the weather had thrown a monkey wrench into his schedule. We didn't chat for very long, but he didn't hesitate to ask "where my fine ass girlfriend was". I responded to the brute by saying that she was inside.
I went to my office and fiddled with different reports and papers scattered about my desk. I was essentially shuffling them around in an attempt to divert my mind from a plan that was forming in the darker recesses of my imagination. The din of the mower could be heard through the open windows about the house. We preferred the fresh air even when the summer months got to be oppressive.
Justin finished after only fifteen minutes or so, and he started putting his equipment away. I grabbed a couple beers and went out to his truck. He didn't seem nervous or concerned at all. I thought he might have some trepidation about me finding out what he had been doing, but his blank stare showed me he felt none.
One time in highschool, I witnessed Justin absolutely pummel a guy in a fight. It was in the lunchroom, and I don't know what this dispute was about. Fights always happened when my classmates were crammed into the little serving area and ordered to march through with trays being filled with repugnant food. The guy Justin fought was much larger than him. That didn't matter though. It was over in an instant with Justin being tackled by a security officer as he stood over the felled opponent. Some people have the savage instincts for fights, and some don't.
We drank beer near the bed of the truck while chatting about the whereabouts of our former classmates.
Justin said, "You know, I'm not like I used to be. You know, like an asshole."
Somehow, I found this hard to believe.
Instead I responded, "You used to scare me for sure. I think most people avoided you in the halls."
Justin said, "Well you don't have to worry about me now. I'm much tamer."
Obvious bullshit, but I just smiled and said, "Hey I'm making burgers in a little bit and going to watch the game. You can stay if you want. I got more than we can eat."
Justin said, "That sounds good, but I'm covered in grass and sweat."
"You can take a quick shower here and I can lend you some clothes."
Justin looked quite perplexed. I wasn't fully sure what I was angling to make happen, but it was nice to be steering the action for once. He shrugged his shoulders and agreed. I led him into the house and set him up in the bathroom with some of my old basketball shorts and a t-shirt. I then headed to the other side of the house to inform Sarah of our dinner guest.
She was not pleased by the news. I entered our bedroom and found Sarah lying on her chest reading. The way the light fabric of her dress clung to her body left little to the imagination. I could see the faint lines of the light pink panties I had picked out for her that morning. An evening of teasing was underway.
Sarah tried to get me to cancel the invite, but I assured her it would be fun. He would just watch the game and then leave. She kissed me passionately, and I left to go do some meal prep in the kitchen. It wasn't long before Justin finished his shower and walked in whistling. He didn't offer to help, he just stood there watching me and drinking beer. In the dark blue shorts I gave him, the outline of his dick was clearly visible. It flopped back and forth when he walked. I wondered if that ever got annoying for him.
Sarah came in and poured herself a glass of wine. She wouldn't even look at Justin. I had to loosen her up a little, so I decided to put on some music. Eventually we all got to chatting and playing songs from our highschool days. We both had Sarah giggling.
I had to go outside to fire up the grill while they relocated to the living to turn the baseball game on. The grill is on the back porch, so I kept sneaking over to the window to sneak peeks at what they were doing. It looked innocent, but they were sitting kind of close to each other. Sarah's hands were on her lap, and she kept sneaking glances down at the basketball shorts. I went inside and subtly mentioned that I would be looking for a piece of grilling equipment in the garage. I was in need of my favorite spatula.
I went back out to my sneaky vantage point. Justin was certainly taking advantage of my absence, and he scooted closer to Sarah on the couch. The fabric of her sundress was in between his fingertips. Her tan thigh a few mere inches from his fingers. She looked both turned on and extremely worried. She got more worried when the cheeky devil took her hand and placed it on the stiffening bulge in his shorts. She caressed it for a moment before pulling away and walking into the kitchen. We had found the boundary of what she was willing to do. I was extremely turned on and wanting to push the envelope a little further.
