Overtime Pay

Overtime Pay

Chapter 3 Phil

Hotwife

In the previous chapters, wife learns that having sex with the boss's boss not only fixed our financial disaster, getting our lives back on track, she found out she loved it. She realized she would do it for free. Casy is my wife. She is a medical student and works part time as a receptionist at Dry Cleaners. Casy is a 22-year-old sexy blonde girl. I am Wolf. I am reciting this story from memory as part of recordings that my wife and I made in the past year about some big changes in our lives. Charlie is the owner of a chain of Dry Cleaners in our area. Charlie is a 6'4" or so heavy bald black man around 60.

Recorded from memory by Wolf. Monday 2 November.

I received a text early Monday afternoon from Casy that read: "Overtime pay, all night tonight, you stay someplace else."

Later, she told me in a quick phone call that when she got to work at her usual noon time, Charlie was already there. He mentioned that his wife was going to be out of town for the night and that he wanted to make the best use of the opportunity. He almost insisted on staying the night with her at our apartment. For reasons she didn't fully understand, she felt the inside of her leg getting wet from flowing juices, as she recounted the story to me. It was definitely not from thinking about the bigger check she would get next Friday. She thought it was from the act of telling me about it.

Knowing I couldn't spend the entire night in the cold weather out on a pool deck lounge chair, I told a friend that Casy was throwing a surprise wedding shower for a friend from her school. He said I was welcome to crash in his extra bedroom, but he wouldn't be off work until 10 pm. That was perfect.

I set the gap in the bedroom curtains just as before, and this time, I left the kitchen blinds wide open, knowing that neither of them would be looking out the windows. After they arrived, I waited about an hour and a half until it was dark enough. Wearing my warmest coat, I climbed back up onto the downstairs neighbor's patio roof. They were in the bedroom, so I did my lean-out, holding-the-downspout maneuver. They were already both completely nude on the bed except for her skirt around her waist again. Casy was sitting on him as he was sucking on her nipple. He was really taking his time enjoying their beauty. He was caressing with his big black hands while he sucked on one nipple. He leaned his head back commenting on their firmness and told her how they were the best he had ever seen. Then sucked on the other one for a while. Leaned his bald head back again and made the same, best he had ever seen, complement. He would repeat the whole process all over again. It seemed repetitive to me, but from the sounds Casy was making, it seemed that she didn't think so. I did the move back to the roof when my arm started hurting and back out to the bedroom window when rested routine a couple times seeing basically the same thing each time I looked.

While I was resting, I heard Casy plainly say, "Oh, so you are wanting to play with my other little bottom hole again, are you?" she said giggling.

Charlie responded, "I want to do a lot more than that to it."

After some giggles, I heard her say, "Charlie, you know you are far too big for that."

He said, "Maybe, we will have to find out" More giggles and

"Maybe we won't."

I heard a load of laughter from both with the sound of lots of footsteps running. I looked over my shoulder into the kitchen to see them chasing around the kitchen table. It was obvious that big Charlie was never going to catch the small athletic girl.

After a while she said. "Stop, do not move from that spot."

He waited while Casy ran into the bedroom and came back wearing a pair of her pink 4" high heel stilettos. She looked even better as those heels made her naked bottom perk up and her tits poke out.

She said, " Now Charlie, maybe we have evened the playing field, but if you can't catch this bottom, you can't have it."

They started running around the table again. This time was different. Within seconds Casy was slipping and falling onto the countertop. Charlie was on her instantly from behind, her leaning over the counter with her high heal lifted bottom poking out ready for him. During the run, Charlie had lost some of his erection, but it was growing back fast. He held her down to the countertop with a big hand in the middle of her muscular back. At this point even though it was cold on the roof, I wasn't leaning to see in the bedroom window. The kitchen window is directly over the patio roof, making viewing much easier He let his hard cock come up and rubbed the head around the opening. Charlie's cock was beyond hard and started to make entry she had a part smile, part biting her lip, part scared look on her face. I don't remember when she ever looked more beautiful. Charlie and Casy were not having success. Charlie finally asked if we had any lubricant. He then let Casy up and she ran the best she could in 4" stilettos to the bathroom. There are not many things better looking than a naked girl running in 4" high heels.

Casy ran back with a jar of Vaseline and asked, "Will this work?"

They both looked very happy. They resumed their prior positions. He rubbed large globs of Vaseline himself. Then the best part. With fingers full of the lubricant, he went to work on Casy. Taking his time, he worked it in deep and around many times, in and out to an imaginary rhythm with his fingers. Slowly at first then as her moans got more intense, he started faster and faster until Casy was screaming out loudly in an intense orgasm. While she was still in an orgasm, Charlie pulled his fingers out and immediately got just a little bit of the head into her. Her screams of ecstasy turned to screams of pain. Casy then squirmed away involuntarily.

Charlie said" You are right, just like other girls, I am too big for that."

Casy responded, "Wait, I want to try again, please."

She moved herself back under him on the kitchen counter. Then there was a hard banging knock on the wall from the apartment next door.

A woman's voice yells, "Be quiet in there. We have kids with us."

It was time for me to get out of there before I got caught in all the commotion. I climbed down off the roof and hurried out of there to my buddy's place for the night. I never found out if they ever tried that endeavor again.

Recorded by Wolf. Tuesday, 3 November.

In the morning, not wanting to call or text during overtime pay periods, I headed home in time to pick up Casy for our classes. En route, I received a text from her: "Pick me up out on the road. Not in the parking lot. Ready in 10 minutes." I arrived in two minutes and waited, wondering why she didn't want me to pick her up at our apartment. I had planned to go up to the apartment to get my school laptop, which I needed, and I had also forgotten my toothbrush during my overnight stay.

When Casy came to the car, I told her about needing my laptop. She insisted that she would have to get it, not me. I also asked her to grab my toothbrush and mentioned that we were running late. I told her she looked beautiful before she ran back inside. To save time, I drove into the apartment complex parking lot and turned around near our apartment. That's when I saw the mid-engine Corvette, just as new and shiny as ever. This meant that Charlie was still up in our bed.

Then I saw Phil. Phil is a football teammate of mine that I have known ever since I started at State who happens to live in the same apartment complex as we do. Phil completed undergrad a year before me but has stayed in the same apartment while he is in his two years of his new job in a financial adviser firm. Phil was always a wild guy, known on the football team as a very hard hitter, especially late in a play downfield when they were not looking. He was known in the locker room to have wild stories about kinkie exploits with girls. Sometimes Phil would set up what he called closet shots. He would pick up a new girl, usually in a night club. Then, once he was sure she would go to bed with him, set up a date with her back at his apartment. He would arrange for a bunch of guys to hide out in his closet, behind curtains and even one guy under the bed.

As soon as they reached climax, everyone would burst out of hiding and start cheering and clapping. The one time I was invited, the small guy under the bed and Phil were doing fist bumps as he was on top of the girl. It was funny to all the guys there and to everyone else on the team that heard the story. I had fun while it was happening, but I never participated again because of what I saw on the girl's face. It wasn't embarrassment, as would be expected. Her look was that of hurt from being betrayed by someone she had just intimately trusted. I could see that she would never trust a man again. I felt bad for her. I realized afterward that I should have said something ahead of time to prevent it. Live and learn. I guess we all have times when doing nothing, or saying nothing is what we regret most. If you are that girl reading this, I am sorry for letting it happen to you.

As I am waiting for Casy to get back to the car, Phil is walking toward me as he is heading to his car to go to work. He gives the mid-engine corvette in our parking spot a close look when he walks by. I can see a lot of questions in his head as he comes directly toward me. I have no idea how I am going to answer any of his questions. He says good morning, and I say good morning, Phil, back to him trying to act like a normal Tuesday morning. Just before he asked his first like what the fuck is going on question, Casy runs up and saves the day.

In a real cheerful, flirting manner she says, "Good morning, Phil".

"Oh. Ah, good morning, Casy"

Casy asks, "Were you able to get any good sleep last night."

Phil, "Ah No, none at all."

Casy said as she was getting into our car and shutting the door. "I understand how you feel, I didn't either. Well, we are late for class, got to go, see you later Phil."

As we drove off, I asked what that was all about. On the drive to school, Casy relayed to me how Phil had been involved in the interesting events of the night before. When their big challenge that I was watching was interrupted by the banging on the wall by the neighbor, Casy and Charlie decided to move into the bedroom to be further from the wall banging "Karen type" lady. Before they got to the bedroom, there was a knock on the door. Before answering the door Casy stashed Charlie out of sight in the bedroom. Then grabbed both their clothes off the entry way floor and tossed them into the bedroom where she grabbed a bath towel and quickly wrapped it around her to ensure coverage of all the good parts. Almost. Our apartment doors open to a second-floor open stairwell landing. The two mirrored apartment doors on the landing face each other. To the left is down the stairs. Opening the door, Casy found that Phil was the one knocking. The loud Karen neighbor that had been banging on the wall and yelling at them was in front of her door on the other side of the landing, and the apartment manager was in a wheelchair at the bottom of the stairs.

Phil said, "Sorry to bother you Casy but we all heard a lot of wall banging and screaming, so I just wanted to make sure that you two are OK."

As Phil was saying that, Casy sensed that he was not making eye contact.

Immediately, the Karen yelled, "I have young children in here, I don't appreciate them hearing all your sexual exploits."

Phil just stood there looking down then he said, "Where is Wolf? Is he OK?"

Just after that the manager lady yelled, "And by the way young lady, if you two can afford a car like that one in your parking spot, you should not tell me that the reason that you were a month late on my rent from you is because you didn't have money."

As the Karen lady was slamming her door closed, she says, "Just like I told you before, I have children living here, I do not want them seeing you showing off your pussy like you are doing."

At that moment, Casy could feel waves of shock across her entire body, as she realized what Phil had been looking at all along. In her haste Casy had wrapped the towel around her and hooked it above her tits real tight to make sure of no accidents. She also quickly looked down to the right and behind herself to see that the towel went down far enough to cover everything. She had not noticed that the bottom of the left side of the towel that would have covered the middle was folded back and hung up behind her, leaving her smooth bald pussy exposed. Casy immediately covered herself with her right hand and slammed the door shut with her left hand. Answering the question of why Phil did not get any sleep last night.

To be continued: