I lay in bed thinking of Sandra later that night. In the short term, I'd been completely satiated, but now desire had crept back. I examined the options: wake Jenny and have intense, lustful sex with her or sneak out and pay Sandra a late night visit. Or sleep. I chose the latter.
Work was difficult that next day knowing that Sandra was coming to our house for dinner that evening. Not only the fact that she would be there, but how would it be with the two of them? Would Jenny suspect anything? And what if she did? I smiled at the thought and shook my head...where could this lead?
Jenny and I were in the kitchen that evening, getting everything ready. She had a little pink t-shirt which displayed her large GG tits perfectly, tight blue jeans and strappy pink high heels, her blonde hair swept up behind by a clip and a little lacy black choker. She was busying herself with her usual air of haughtiness with a salad and checking the oven, rushing to and fro around the kitchen. I had to fight hard to stop myself from pressing against her at the sink from behind, to reach around and cup those big tits, nuzzling that white neck, inhaling her perfume...there was a sudden knock at the door, bringing me back to reality. 'Shit! She's early' Jenny spat. 'I'll get it' I offered.
I went to the door, my heart accelerating a few notches. This is getting dangerous, I thought. I opened it. 'Hi Sandra' I managed, my mouth dry. She purred 'Hiii' and stepped in, leant forward and kissed me sweetly on the cheek, just like normal. Except I swear I felt a light pat on my ass as she walked in, then lifting her nose approvingly and smiling 'Great smell! What are you cooking, darling?' 'It's a bake. Fancy a drink?' asked Jenny.
