David’s Next Visit
I spoke with my brother several times in the days after the B-B-Q. He was even more excited by the promises my wife had made him as she fucked him for the second time that day.
“You mean it?” he asked. “She really meant it?”
David is fifty-four years old – a good-looking man at 5’8” and 155 lbs. He’s been a runner for years and consequently he’s in great shape. But he sounded a little strange as we talked on the phone.
“Take it easy, bro…” I tried to calm him down a little. “Yeah, she meant it… all of it. So do I. We’ll answer all your questions, tell you the stories; everything she said.”
“She said more than that, little brother!” David’s voice sounded a little stronger again. “You were right there… you heard her.”
“She meant that, too. Anytime you want, bro…” now my voice was breaking a little – this was still way too strange – “she’ll do whatever, wherever…” my heart was in my throat, making me choke the words out… “whoever you want.” My cock had grown hard during this exchange and I imagined his had, too.
“But I think you might have a few stories to share as well, David. Unless I’m very mistaken, that wasn’t the first time you’ve tasted cum.”
David chuckled. “Well, maybe I can tell you about that Thursday. What time is the Cubs’ game on?”
We made some arrangements that would have David here about the same time I usually get home after work. He told his wife he would pick her up after her store closed – about 10:00 p.m. Thursday was a long day at work. Finally, it was over and I headed home. I lit a skinny and thought about what I might find when I got there, blood filling my dick as I pictured Laurie riding my brother’s face.
His car was in our driveway as I pulled up. I heard them talking in the kitchen as I walked in the door and went to join them. Laurie was standing against the stove, sipping a glass of wine. She wore an outfit I hadn’t seen in over twenty years… an off-white, soft cotton, sleeveless, scoop neck shirt and snug, matching shorts in the same thick, T-shirt material. Both the top and shorts had diamond-shaped cutouts down the both sides. David was sitting at the kitchen table, sipping on a scotch. I patted him on the shoulder as I walked over to Laurie and kissed her.
“This brings back memories, baby…” I murmured as I slid my hand over her breast.
“David said he wanted to hear some stories,” Laurie kissed me back, “and I thought we might as well start with George. The Greek shirt is in the laundry, so I thought this might get you in a story-telling mood.”
My prick was now straining against my pants as I remembered the afternoon she first wore those clothes. My throat was dry – I needed a drink and I know David would calm down a little as well if I rolled us a joint. I poured myself a soft drink in a big glass of ice, and then suggested we go upstairs and get comfortable.
Laurie walked over to David and helped him up. He took her into his arms, bent down and kissed her. Then, his blue eyes gleaming, he looked at me… “Well, what are we waiting for?” We went up to our bedroom.
I was preparing a couple of j’s at my desk; Laurie put an oversized “reading cushion” against the middle of the headboard and leaned back against it; David was sitting on the bed, next to my wife, his back against the headboard. He looked over at me…”Okay, so who’s George?”
Laurie looked at him. ”George Harding…you met him at our wedding,” she said. I looked up from my task. ”He was my first principal when I taught in Chicago,” I said. “Tell him how it started, baby,” I said to sexy wife..
