I have had many requests to continue my experiences from "Childhood Friends", so here is the next chapter. Reading "Childhood Friends" first will probably make more sense of this story.
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My husband Brian and I had lived in Atlanta for a little over three months. Money was still very tight, but we were slowly climbing out of debt. The best news was, we had found someone who wanted to rent our old farmhouse back in the Midwest. The new renters were a young couple who had recently gotten married and were living in her parent's basement, and they were thrilled to find a place of their own they could afford. Brian and I would need to spend a couple of days at the old house, making some minor repairs and doing a good cleaning before the new renters, Todd and Chrissi, moved in.
Coming home from work on a Saturday afternoon, I heard Brian talking on the phone. As he was hanging up, he said "that would be great Billy, and we certainly do appreciate it. Thanks again."
I froze for a moment, realizing who he was talking to, but asked him anyway, "what was that about Brian?"
"That was Billy Scott. I have a heavy travel schedule the next few weeks and cannot go back to help you clean the house. However, you can fly up and Billy is going to pick you up at the airport and take you by the house so you can get our old pickup to drive while you are there."
Looking at him I pleaded, "Brian, please let's go together. I really do not want to go by myself. Please?"
"Emma, there's really not that much to do, and one of us should meet the new renters and pick up the rent and deposit check. You should only be gone 2 to 3 days. Billy will drive you back to the airport when you need to leave."
What Brian still did not know was that Billy and I had been fucking the last few weeks we lived there. To be more accurate, the first time he fucked me was not technically rape, but I was a reluctant participant while his cock pounded me into submission. However, from that point on I was quite willing. Then to make matters worse, his brother Tom came into the picture, and the day before I left for Atlanta I had spent the day in bed with the two of them as they took turns with me.
The last thing I wanted was to see them again. First, because I knew they would probably have full intentions of fucking me while I was there. And second, I knew that I did not have the will power to try and stop them. If perfectly honest with myself, the desire to fuck Billy seemed to always be in the back of my mind, and more than once I had dreams of the two of them sharing me again.
Brian booked my airline ticket, while I continued to find reasons that he should go with me, to no avail. On a Tuesday morning he took me to the airport, giving me a quick kiss and telling me he would pick me up Friday evening.
The day turned out to be one of those travel days from hell, with heavy rains, storms and tornadoes, and my flight was delayed for hours. We finally landed at 4:00 PM that afternoon, and exiting the plane I gave Brian a quick call to let him know I had arrived safely. "Be sure to tell Billy I said hello," he told me as we hung up.
As I walked to the baggage claim I say Billy standing there waiting for me. For Billy, he had dressed up, wearing dark jeans and a new white t-shirt. He looked like he had been working out, as his biceps seemed even larger, and that belly he had before was gone. Giving each other the obligatory greeting hug, I remembered how big he was as I felt swallowed up in his arms.
Stepping back he looked at me, saying "Emma, you look absolutely wonderful, even prettier that I remember!"
I'm one of those people that still dresses up somewhat when flying, rather than those people who dress like they're going out to cut the lawn. I had on a nice summer skirt with a silk blouse and simple heels. Nothing fancy but I thought it looked nice.
Billy had driven his old corvette. It was hard to get into gracefully while wearing a skirt. "Nice legs" he commented as the skirt slid up my thighs when getting int. Typical Billy.
On the 45 minute drive home he chatted about his furniture business and some new pieces he had designed and could not wait to show me.
While he talked, he also "casually" had his right hand on my thigh for most of the drive, trying to slide it between my legs. And no doubt he noticed when I spread my thighs slightly, allowing him more access. I had sworn I was not going to let this happen, and here I was less than half an hour from the airport, and my panties were already wet.
"Since there is no electric power at your place, I've fixed up the spare bedroom at my house. I hope that is okay."
I had not even thought about that - getting power turned on was one of the things I had planned to do while here. "That's no problem, I can stay at my house, it's only one night," I replied. I noticed that my voice seemed to be shaking.
"That's ridiculous - you cannot stay at the house with no power, no lights or water."
And he was right, so I said okay.
Arriving at his house, he said "Emma, you get settled in. I'm changing into my work clothes because I have a piece that I need to finish for delivery tomorrow. Come on out the the workshop when you're ready and I'll show you the new pieces."
Unpacking my suitcase I glanced at Billy's room across the hall. This was an old house, and like many, the doors did not shut well. He had stripped off his t-shirt and jeans, and walked across the room to pick up his work jeans. I was ashamed of myself as I watched him walking with his huge cock swinging between his legs. That cock I remembered so well. "Damn, I have to get myself under control," I thought.
About half an hour later I walked to the shop. Billy was just finishing packaging a chair.
"Hey Emma, let me show you a couple of new pieces" he said. We talked for awhile then our conversation dried up.
