In the weeks following the memorable football game where Tom Swanson watched his wife Lisa service him and his good friend Matt, the couple eased into their normal routine, occasionally revisiting the memories of all their escapades (especially Lisa's). While Lisa pressed Tom to explore his own adventures, Tom was content to enjoy his wife's higher drive all the while assuring her he would indulge give the right opportunity. Their open discussions usually ended up in passionate sex, where Tom would often explode as Lisa relayed her stories about fucking their son's professor or sucking Matt off. The images drove him crazy.
One Sunday afternoon, Tom noticed burnt out bulb in the ceiling fan of their living room. He hated that fan because the vaulted ceilings meant he had to borrow a taller ladder, since he didn't have one. Crap, he thought, reaching for his cell phone from the front pocket of his jeans. Matt picked upon the first ring.
"Dude, what's up?" Matt answered.
"Need your ladder again, buddy, that twelve foot one," Tom replied. Matt chuckled.
"That fan again? Sure, but I'm at work right now. Wendy's home, I'll text her you will come get it," he offered. They exchanged goodbyes and hung up. As he returned his phone back to his pocket, Lisa walked into the room, dressed in yoga pants and a loose top. Her auburn should length hair was well brushed and, though she had no make up today, Tom thought she looked very desirable in a cute librarian type of way.
"Hey hon, what's up?" she asked, then saw where he was looking. "Oh, your favorite job?"
He smiled and kissed her lightly.
"I hate that thing. Gotta go get the ladder from Matt's," he said. Lisa grabbed his arm and kissed him full on the lips.
"Oh? Should I come along to help?" she asked slyly, tongue sliding along his lips. Tom grabbed her ass.
"I know your way of helping, you little wench. And if you did that, I'd never get that bulb replaced," he replied with a big grin. He patted her lightly on the ass and turned to go.
"Tell my boyfriend hello for me," she said, as Tom waved her off with another smile.
Tom walked up the street towards the Carlyle house, immediately regretting not throwing his parka on as the chill air bit into him. He walked briskly and quickly found himself at the driveway, where he noticed the door was already up. Wendy must have gotten Matt's text. Entering the garage, he looked at the wall where the ladder normally hung but didn't see it. Hmmm. He walked over to the house entrance and tapped lightly. No answer. He tapped again without response.
Tom reached for the handle. Surely Wendy was expecting him. He turned the handle, cracked the door to the kitchen, and was about to shout a greeting when he heard a low moaning from the living room beyond. His confused mind initially thought someone was hurt, then realized he was hearing moans of pleasure. Oh, shit, he thought, were Matt and Wendy going out it? It then struck him that Matt was gone. He figured he better announce himself.
"Hello, anyone home, it's Tom" he shouted, in a voice louder than he intended. The sounds abruptly stopped. There was a pregnant pause, then came Wendy's voice.
"Ohhhh, hello, Tom," came the strained reply. "Be there in a second!" Tom entered and stood in the doorway, looking at the perfectly clean kitchen and wondering what the fuck was going on. Then Wendy walked out from the living room, her normally well brushed hair looking a bit disheveled and her face, despite the perfect make up, appeared flushed. Despite this, she was one of the prettiest women Tom knew. He took a second to admire her waist length blonde hair cascading around a thin, sub-five-foot frame, small chest, and one of the tightest asses on planet.
While Tom preferred his wife's librarian like look, larger chest, and more voluptuous ass and hips, there was no doubt Wendy was so fuckable. He shook his brain from those thoughts and issued a very profound greeting.
"Hey," was all he could manage. Wendy seemed to compose herself.
"Hey yourself," she smiled. "What's up?"
"Umm, didn't Matt text you?" he asked. "He said he was." Wendy looked confused, then her eyes found her phone, plugged into a charging cable on the side counter. She walked over and picked it up, reading quickly.
"Oh, crap, I didn't hear it go off," she said, understanding dawning across her features. "Ah, the ladder." Tom nodded and smiled.
"That damn ceiling fan bulb again. I looked for the ladder in the garage but didn't see it." Wendy gestured to the back of the house.
"Matt had it in the master bedroom, he was replacing some trim this weekend," she said, motioning him to follow her back. Walking through the living room where Wendy had just emerged, Tom's eyes fell to the Wendy's sweet ass and mentally began salivating. The Carlyle living room was huge and well apportioned with very nice furniture, furniture Tom knew well from the many neighbor parties they held. As he glanced around, he suddenly noticed something completely out of place on the couch. A white power cord extended from a plug to the end of an appliance that looked like a curling iron. It was only partially visible, as the rest of it was partially hidden by a pillow.
Tom stopped and stared at it. Then recognition dawned on him, and he immediately looked away; but not before Wendy had turned and caught the object of his glance. Their eyes locked, then both looked down immediately.
"Ummm, it's not what you think," Wendy stammered, her face turning a deep crimson. Tom, so used to seeing Wendy in her confident mode as pillar of the community and always being a bit prudish, found himself enjoying the moment a bit too much.
"Ah, so that's not a Magic Wand electric vibrator," he smiled. She looked down.
"Umm, yeah, I guess it is, but it's not what it looks like," she said. Tom smiled.
"I'm sure you were having back pain and using it to sooth your aching muscles," he teased. She laughed, caught completely off guard.
"Fuck," she sighed, reaching down and stuffing the device behind a large cushion. She walked to the granite topped bar. Tom followed and watched as she poured a white wine from a bottle in the small refrigerator. She asked him what he liked to drink, and Tom elected a beer. They drank in silence for a moment.
"Wendy, it's cool, I didn't mean to embarrass you," Tom offered. She looked down.
"I don't normally do that, "she said meekly.
"I thought everyone does," Tom smiled. "It's perfectly okay, I won't saying anything, sheesh."
"Thank you. I don't even think Matt knows I have it," she confessed.
