Chapter 10: Late Night Visit
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My Wife is Full of Surprises!
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Saturday was a hectic day, with a number of tasks around the house knocked out, and a quiet evening ending with a nice leisurely roll with my loving wife.
Any thoughts of a quiet weekend were obliterated by the shrill ring of my wife's phone. Traci always got nervous over late phone calls; she figured there was some kind of family emergency somewhere. Not that night.
"No, it's Ok, we're still up. Go ahead and tell me what happened." She walked out to the garage, speaking into the phone in hushed tones. She closed the door behind her, leaving me curious.
Traci had a habit she'd tried to break for years. She was a closet smoker. Usually only a couple a day, but she would head out to the garage where I had a little workshop setup, open the garage door half-way, crack open a beer, and dig into her Marlboro lights. I figured if that was her worst habit, who was I to point fingers?
This time was different. She was back in the kitchen after just a few seconds, grabbing her keys off the wall. "It's Andrea from work; I'll be back in just a few minutes." She was heading out wearing nothing more than an old ratty nightgown and slippers. I hoped she didn't get pulled over.
She was true to her word, in less than 5 minutes I heard the garage door raise, and a few moments later, Traci entered the house with her arm around her friend Andrea's shoulders.
I barely knew the girl. She'd been over maybe twice that I knew of. They worked together, and chatted on the phone all the time, but that was about it. The cute little brunette looked up at me with tear-stained eyes, and sniffled. "I'm sorry, I didn't know who else to call," she said softly, wiping her eyes.
"It's Ok," I said, stupidly.
Traci held her and guided her to the couch.
Andrea was still sobbing. "I am so sorry, but I just couldn't stay there any longer." I disappeared into the kitchen, put on some decaf and grabbed some cups from the cabinet.
Our little one made an appearance at the top of the stairs. She looked on the verge of crying. Traci met her and guided her back to her room, tucking her in once more. I, on the other hand, stayed out of the way, waiting for the coffee to finish. I pulled down a bottle of Bailey's Irish Cream, to fortify the drinks.
I was in a complete daze. Andrea, here, in the middle of the night on a Saturday, was not a normal situation. Heck, I wouldn't have recognized her if I met in her in public. She was cute enough, curvy from what I could tell. And a good bit younger than us. She was wearing a t-shirt and sweat pants, and was barefoot. With two heavily spiked coffees in hand, I went into the family room, where the ladies were talking, and placed the mugs in front of them.
"De-caf," I assured them, "with a bit of Bailey's." I stepped away to give them some privacy. "I'm heading back to the bedroom. I'll leave you two to talk alone. If you need me for anything, just let me know."
I turned off the bedroom lights, and slid back under the covers, wondering what was going on. I normally slept in the nude, but left on a pair of boxers, just in case. I could hear a little of what they were saying two rooms away, but it was only a few words here and there. The gist seemed to be the usual - in spades. Their marriage was problematic, her man had cheated on her at least twice in the past, that she knew of, and he was alway belittling and insulting her. Now she had confirmation he was back with his ex.
The actor's change, but the story remains the same. Kind of sad. The girl was just a kid, barely twenty, already married for 2 years. Probably would be divorced before she could legally buy a beer.
As much as the curiosity was gnawing at me, sleep was calling as well. I'd had a long hard day of work in the yard, and we'd been cleaning out the attic much of the evening. The upstairs was still a complete mess.
I heard the door to the bedroom open stealthily, and a peek at the alarm clock showed it to be nearly 2:00 am. The girls giggled, then Traci was pulling a t-shirt out of my dresser. I kept my eyes cracked, and my sleeping status on the QT. Traci was still wearing her night shirt, and I watched Andrea strip down to her panties before covering up with my too-large t-shirt.
Traci pulled back the covers, and urged Andrea into our bed, following closely behind. I wasn't about to feign sleep with this turn of events.
I raised up on one elbow. "Everything Ok?" I asked.
Traci responded, while Andrea seemed to shrink within herself. "No. It's not Ok. But for now, I think Andrea just needs some support and attention."
The words were English, but were not making sense. Support and attention?
I must have looked as confused as I felt. Traci reached over and turned Andrea to face away from me, leaving the girls face-to-face. "Just hold her for now, will you? That's not a tough job, is it?"
Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I snuggled in behind our young guest, getting close, wrapping my top leg over hers, pressing my crotch to her soft ass, sliding an arm under her head, and placing the other one around her waist, hand resting on her belly. I couldn't have gotten much closer.
My face was at her neck, taking her fragrance in. She was breathing hard, squirming slightly in my arms. I could feel her butt pushing back against me.
"The bastard's full of shit." Traci whispered, leaning in and placing a soft kiss on the girl's lips. "You are pretty, sexy and very desirable. If he can't get it up for you, it's not your fault." She reached out and traced her finger down Andrea's face, neck and down her breast.
She glanced at me for just a second, then moved in even closer, until their breasts were touching, and their faces were only inches apart.
I, on the other hand, was allowing my hand to wander a little, down over her hips and down to her thighs. On the return trip, it was inside of her shirt, brushing against the satin feel of her panties, up across her soft stomach, until I met the curve of her breast. I cupped the bottom of it, and rubbed with my thumb.
Traci kissed Andrea again, then rubbed her nose against our guest's. "I bet somebody is finding you very desirable right now, isn't he?"
I could feel Andrea nod her head.
"Is he hard for you?" Traci asked.
I gave a nudge with my hips just in case Andrea was missing it. My cock was rock hard and sticking out of my boxers.
"Yes," was her hesitant reply.
I pulled my hand out of her shirt, reached down and pulled the girl's shirt up until her panty covered ass was exposed. Then I lifted her upper leg, pulled it back and over mine, opening her up. I pressed my hard-on against her pussy, pushing against her, so there could be no misunderstanding. I was damned hard for her.
"Oh, gosh, he's so hard," she gasped.
Traci picked up where I'd left off, sitting up and grabbing the bottom of Andrea's t-shirt and pulling it up over her breasts. With a bit of a tussle she got it off of her. During the turmoil, I lowered Andrea's panties to the bottom of her butt cheeks, and slipped my cock between the material and the crack of her ass. When she lifted her leg, the pressure on the material just pulled me closer against her.
"So, do you think you might be desirable? Do you think it's you, or the asshole?" Traci insisted, tracing her fingers across Andrea's hard nipples.
