This is my third entry into the Director Series. All names have been changed.
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My best friend always had it made. His parents were rich, he was the captain of the football team, the most popular kid around. He was a few years older than I so we didn't become friends until after high school. Everything he got was handed to him. The athletic ability, the money, even the grades. He was a funny guy, which was why we got along so well, but other than that, we were polar opposites.
It didn't get much worse after college, as far as his luck is concerned; he married the only child of two of the richest people in town, one of whom hired him as a vice president of the family company, even though he was woefully unqualified for the position. Now he makes six figures, has the trophy wife, and an adorable son.
His wife, Jean, is pretty much the only reason I've ever been jealous of him. She is shorter, blonde, and a body that reminds me of a younger Britney Spears (think Slave for you). She and I hit it off, for the most part, but since she's rich she sometimes likes to pass judgment on even little parts of my life. For instance, she thinks I'm an asshole because I cheat on my wife. I digress.
If you haven't read my other stories, a bit about me. I'm a little over 6', 195, muscular, and typically tan. I'm a performer by trade and I do a lot of traveling to all parts of the globe, with a particular interest in tropical destinations. I make enough money to survive, and I'm in a loveless marriage. We stay together because of our kids, nothing more.
I was chosen for a role in the city where my best friend and his family live, and they offered for me to stay with them in their McMansion while I was out there—it was a week of rehearsal and a three week run. I accepted their gracious offer and knew it would be a great time to catch up on some golf and booze.
I arrived on a Sunday afternoon, and was greeted by my friend, Jason. His wife Jean was shopping for dinner, and had taken their son, Jackson (all J names, how obnoxious). When I arrived I saw the curtains move at his neighbors house, and a flash of some huge tits in the window. He gave me the tour and had a bourbon poured for me already. We were in the middle of some catching up when the doorbell rang. It was Tits from next door.
"Is this your friend, Jason?" Said Tits, introducing herself as Maggie.
"Yes, Maggie, this is Tom," Jason said. "You remember, he's here for a month."
"That's right," she said. "Jason, could I borrow your lawn mower tomorrow? Ours is broken and Larry won't be able to get to it until next weekend." She had a tight little body and had had LOTS of work done, I had seen lots of women like this throughout the world.
Jason told her that she could come over whenever and get it. She gave me the once over and smiled before leaving.
"She's married, Tom." Jason said after Maggie left.
"I know, man. I can look, can't I?"
"When you start looking, you usually end up touching."
He had me there. We shared a few drinks and caught up and finally Jean returned, looking as amazing as ever. I don't know how that body had ever passed a baby through it. We flirted through dinner and Jason playfully reminded us that he was still in the same room. I went to bed pretty early, the traveling had worn me out pretty good.
The first week was very uneventful. I never saw my hosts; I was eating all my meals between rehearsal periods. I was at rehearsal every day all day, and then we began our run the following week. I would have days off and performances Wednesday through Saturday nights, and then a Sunday Matinee. When I got home the last night of rehearsal, Jason dropped a bomb on me:
"My company is sending me to Chicago for a week, minimum. I'm leaving in the morning."
"Shit, man," I said. "I'll get my stuff together and grab a hotel room."
"Nah, man. I would prefer it if you stayed here, helped around the house...mow the lawn and such," he said.
"You're sure?" I asked...it was weird staying there without him there.
"Yes. Please."
So when I got up the next morning, it was to an empty house. Jean had taken their son to school and was shopping. I figured I'd get the lawn mowed today so I wouldn't have to worry about anything. I could also work on the tan that I had let go the week before, having been cooped up in a theatre for 15 hours a day.
I noticed that Maggie, the neighbor, was watching me mow the lawn. Every time I rode close to their property line, She was in the window. At first she waved, then the next time she was drinking something, trying to give me a sexy look. Soon she had changed into a bikini and was walking by the picture window conveniently every time I drove by. She really didn't need to work so hard.
I finished up in a couple hours (They have a big lot), and I was parking the lawn mower when Maggie showed up. "Could you leave the garage open? I'm going to mow ours in a few hours?" She asked. She looked pretty good. I hadn't had sex in a while, so I thought maybe she and I could have some fun.
"Sure thing." I replied, and I walked toward the door to the kitchen. I turned and asked "Want some lemonade? You look pretty...hot."
Now, she knew I wasn't inviting her in for lemonade...so she agreed. About five minutes later we're in the basement, both topless, and I'm sucking her silicone titties for all they're worth. They were worth quite a bit. She reached down to start stroking my cock through my shorts, and it wasn't long after that that she was making gagging noises, trying to get it all the way down her throat. I could tell she liked it hard and fast, so when it came time to return the oral favor, I made quick work of getting her to orgasm, and ramming my 8" into her steaming pussy. She was a loud little minx. Screaming over and over and over how I needed to fuck her married pussy with my fat cock.
