My wife Jane had asked rather casually one evening whether a college friend of hers, Linda, could come and stay with us for a couple weeks. Apparently, she was moving to New York for a new job, but would be in between places for a bit and needed a place to stay. It was fine with me.
The day before Linda was to arrive, Jane seemed nervous. When I asked her about it she just said that when they were in college, Linda could be 'pushy.' I tried to get Jane to tell me what that meant, but didn't really get anywhere.
Linda arrived the next day and my first impression what that she was tiny. Tiny in every way. She couldn't have been more than 5'0" and thin as a rail. She smiled and was friendly enough. We had a glass of wine, a bite of dinner. Jane and Linda stayed up and talked for a while and I went to bed.
When I got up to go to work the next day, Jane wasn't in bed. I went downstairs after getting dressed and found the two of them already up drinking coffee, laughing at something or another. I shrugged to myself, kissed Jane on the head and said my goodbyes and went off to work.
Late in the day, Jane called and asked if we could go to dinner tonight. I asked if Linda would be coming and she said, no - Linda had a date.
I went home and Jane was waiting outside for me when I pulled up. She got in and we went off to dinner. While we were eating I asked how Linda managed to get a date after being in town one day. Jane just said that Linda was good at getting her way with people. She used the word 'pushy' again.
We lingered after dinner, having dessert and a drink. Jane asked if we could go to a movie or something, but I was tired and wanted to get some sleep. I had to work the next day.
We got home and went in. We immediately knew that Linda's date wasn't over. We could hear her loud and clear even though her bedroom was on the other side of the house. "Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me with that big cock!"
"Go to bed." Jane said to me. "Don't say anything - just go to bed and I will deal with this."
I did as I was told. I took my clothes off and climbed into bed. I could still hear Linda. After a while I heard the front door close, then I could hear Linda and Jane talking, but couldn't make out what they were saying.
A half hour later, Jane came into the bedroom. She went to the bathroom first, put on her nightgown and climbed into bed. Without saying a word, she pulled the covers down to my knees, pulled my pajama pants down and started sucking my cock.
"Jane..." I could barely get out. "What's gotten into you?" She sucked harder, taking me all the way in her mouth and throat. I layed back and let her suck me. But something moved out of the corner of my eye. I looked at the bedroom door and saw it was cracked open. I could see Linda peeking in with a smirk on her face. She didn't see me looking as she was looking right at Jane. I looked down and saw Jane and Linda had made eye contact. But, Jane just kept on sucking.
I came in Jane's mouth. It took me a few minutes to gain composure but when I looked up again, the door was closed and Linda was gone.
Jane got up and went to the bathroom. I heard the sink run and the toilet flush. She came back into bed, turned away from me and was almost immediately asleep. I wondered if I had dreamed the whole thing.
The next morning I got up for work and, again, Jane was gone. It seemed like the same routine as the day before.
My assistant called me at about 11 saying my wife, Jane, was on the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hi. Um, Linda and I are going to come by for lunch. Ok?"
"Sure. Do you want me to make a reservation or something?"
"No," she said. "We'll take care of it. We'll be there at 12."
Right at noon, there was a knock on my door. My assistant let Jane and Linda in and, strangely, locked the door behind her.
I stood up and came around the desk, said hello to Linda and kissed my wife.
Jane stood there looking nervous. Jane looked at her sternly, "go ahead."
