I was scheduled to work on Saturday. I rarely went in on weekends anymore. Owning my own business was a grind the first five or six years. Now I've been at it for 18 years and it runs pretty much on its own with my limited supervision. This month brought about a special contract, that while making my presence required, would reward me handsomely with a major payday.
So I told my wife not to expect me around much that weekend, as I was most likely going to need all of Saturday and half of Sunday to put the project to rest. We had been married just over twelve years now. The happiest years of my life. Karen and I met after my business was established. Money wasn't a concern for us at this point. We weren't stinking rich by any stretch, but we did have enough to enjoy what luxuries we craved.
Karen is 8 years younger then I. Myself having just turned 42 and her 34 a couple of months before me. Karen is a firecracker in the bedroom. Quite the demure housewife in public. Thin, athletic with a pair of 34C breasts that perk when a breeze strikes. Her tight bottom never fails to get stares when out in public. Even though she tends to dress conservatively, she never fails to draw the attention of any breathing male and the admiring glance of many ladies as well.
That said we had a great life together. Two kids aged 11 and 7. Girl and a boy. Good kids. Busy with sports and the like. When I told Karen of my impending workweek she was a little taken aback, but more then understood. Especially when I told her of the bonus check I would receive if the project finished ahead of schedule. She laughed and told me she didn't want to see me until it was a done deal.
I worked 12 to 14 hour days that whole week. Missing my daughters dance recital, as well as two little league games my son played in. Things were looking good. By Thursday we were well over halfway done with the contract. I stumbled home to my neglected wife about 11:30 that night. She too was worn out from running the kids to school and their various activities all week. Our normal sex life of four or five times a week, had been reduced to a quick fuck in the bed on Tuesday night. I apologized and asked if she wanted to try again that night. She smiled and kissed me and shuffled me off to bed. She let me know I would have plenty of time next week to make up for her missing pleasure. Maybe even on an island somewhere in the Caribbean.
I kissed her back and told her we wouldn't be seeing the rewards quite that fast, but I would more than make up my time in the bedroom with her. I was already in bed half asleep when she came in and sat next to me. "I was thinking..." she said. "As you're going to be mostly gone all weekend, I was considering sending the kids to your parents and inviting my friend Darlene out for the weekend."
Ok I was half asleep; the name Darlene woke me up quickly. My 'demure' wife's friend was anything but the same. To start with she was a bombshell. Legs that seemed to start at the floor and never end. A waist that I think I could fit my hands around. And tits, TITS!!! 36DD natural and sill standing on their own, proud and firm. She was a year behind my wife in college. Fast friends and roommates. I had heard some stories. Well the beginnings of stories at least. I never could get all the details out of Karen. What she did reveal left my cock hard and made for great fodder in our bedroom.
Trying not to sound too excited I replied. "That sounds like a great idea Hun, you two could get caught up." Darlene lived three states over and though they talked on the phone for hours, most always out of my earshot, they hadn't been together in a couple of years. Darlene was always short on time and money so we didn't see much of her in person.
I personally would relish seeing more of her. Who was I kidding; she was the star of most of my masturbatory fantasies. Not just her knock out body but the bits and pieces of the stories I had heard about her left me wanting more. "Why don't you see about flying her in tomorrow?" I keenly suggested.
Karen bent over and kissed me on the cheek. "She will be here on the first flight Friday morning." She giggled, having already arranged the weekend tryst. I feel asleep exhausted, my dick semi erect at the thought of our weekend visitor.
I awoke with a full erection. A combination of normal morning wood and a couple of very enticing dreams of Darlene throughout the night. My wife was already up and preparing to take the kids to their grandparents for the weekend. I rushed into the shower and took matters into my own hands. Thoughts of Darlene by the pool in one of her skimpy bikinis had me jerking my cock like a schoolboy. I shot my load hard and fast against the glass walling of the shower.
A split moment after erupting Karen came into the bathroom looking for some toothpaste for the kid's journey. Turning three shades of red I quickly turned away and acted as though I was washing my still dripping member. I prayed she wouldn't notice my jism running down the clear side panel of the shower wall. She looked up and smiled at me. "Get it nice and clean dear." She giggled. "I'm off to deliver the kids and then to the airport. What time should we expect you tonight?"
Not sure if I was found out or not I answered. "Late, very late as the more we get done today the less we will have to accomplish over the weekend."
"Well don't work too hard. Darlene and I will probably go out on the town a bit and then retire early. She will be tired from traveling." Opening the door she stuck her head in and kissed me goodbye. "I do hope you can say hello in the morning before you run off. Oh and you might want to make the water a little cooler, your face is all flushed."
"I will make sure to schedule it in." I stuttered as she closed the door behind her. I took the shower nozzle and washed my cum off of the shower wall. I have always had a proclivity to be easily embarrassed. I think it started from being caught by a group of friend's way back in junior high. Caught doing what I had just missed getting caught doing this very morning in the shower.
That traumatic event still gave me nightmares to this day. Nightmares and raging hard-ons I must admit. I have never understood how my own inner terror could have that effect on me. My cock has grown to full mast again just recalling that morning so long ago. My stomach full of butterflies, if I hadn't just relieved myself I surly would be locking the door and doing so now.
OK, I know you are probably wondering about that fateful day. I will give you a quick synopsis. I had found one of my older brothers Penthouse magazines. We had a manmade fort in the corner of our backyard. A place that was rarely used anymore as we were teenagers now, too cool for that sort of play. Thinking I would be safe and secure in there, I snuck off to peruse the magazine. After first looking through the pictures I then turned to the Forum stories.
My dick was already up and ready, adolescence does that to a boy so readily. I was reading about a lucky pizza delivery driver and his full body tip the lonely housewife was giving him. My dick out and my mind racing, as I slowly stroked myself. As the stud delivery boy was delivering his load my cock was throbbing and so very close to its own conclusion.
Just as I felt my own cum building and boiling in my loins I heard the voices of my friends in the back yard calling for me. Not just Danny, and Larry, but Sue and Diana as well. I sat motionless, hoping and praying they wouldn't look into the fort. My dick was leaking out precum profusely as I held it and tried to remain invisible. When Larry proclaimed, "He must be in the house after all." I sighed a sigh of relief.
Just when I thought I had dodged a bullet with my name on it; Diana, why the fuck did it have to be Diana? The one girl I had a major crush on, stuck her head in the back window of the fort. "OH MY GOD!! Edward," She just stared at me sitting with my cock in my hand. I turned seven shades of red that day. "I can't believe you are doing that out here." And as she stared and laughed in my face my cock betrayed me. It shot its goo damn near to the roof of the fort.
