Lisa and Jack Trade Favors
It was still a few days before Travis was scheduled to start remodeling our bathrooms and I was dying to keep asking Lisa if she was really going to walk around half naked in her little sexy nightie while he was there. I resisted the urge though, as I didn't want to do anything to that might discourage her from doing just that. It seems my mind and my dick could think of nothing but the sight of old Travis bouncing my pretty little wife’s cunt up and down on his monster cock. I wondered if he would ask her to suck him, would he eat her pussy as he told the guys he’d like to do? Would she like it so much she’d fuck him two or three times? Would he shoot off in her? I had a constant raging hard-on and yet I knew that there was a chance she was just talking and none of this would actually happen. I was encouraged by what happened next though.
Lisa called my office around 11 a.m. “Did you arrange for somebody to come by here today?” she asked in a mischievous tone. “No, of course not”, I answered, ‘what are you talking about?”
“Well, I was just stepping out of my shower when the doorbell rang and it’s Jack. It’s not even noon yet and he’s had a few already and has a bottle with him. He said he has some problems he needs to talk to someone about and that you told him I was a good listener.”
“What?”, I asked incredulously. “That was around six months ago when he was having problems with his girlfriend Stacy. And I was implying that Stacy could talk to you, not him!”
“Well, he’s here now, so I guess I’ll just have to get rid of him. Don’t worry about it”, she sighed, “can you pick up some wine on your way home and a bottle of Wild Turkey? Talk to you later, Hon.”
Oh, damn! I had to tell my aching cock to settle down! Wild Turkey was Travis’ drink! I never touched it and neither did Lisa! She’s gonna let him fuck her, I thought, she’s gonna tease the hell out of him and have a few drinks and fuck the shit out of ol’ Travis! Then I started to get a funny feeling in my gut. Is that what I wanted? Would I be able to kiss her knowing she could have had his big dick in her mouth or kissed his balls like she had mine on many occasions. Could I fuck her knowing that his cum had shot all up in her cunt and scalded her pussy? And that she had bucked and groaned as that big piece of meat ground into her ass? You damned right I could, I answered myself smiling cockily.
Lisa acted a little uptight that evening. We went through the motions of dinner and a little TV and settled into bed around 10 pm. “I need to tell you something”, she said as she cuddled, “but I don’t want you to be angry.”
