Prologue:
The following is obviously a continuation of the Lost Creek Wives' Club (LCWC) series, which as always, I recommend reading the prior chapter first as an introduction. And as I mentioned before, this is my first fictional erotic story. Everyone depicted in it is purely fictitious, as well as the story line. All except for yours truly, which I took the liberty to use myself in an imaginary role as the lead character based on my own experiences and fantasies. And it's a long story with multiple parts in varying lengths, so please bear with it.
As always, comments are welcome as long as they are constructive. Thank you.
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The second I saw John's car on the security monitor..."Holy shit Maureen! Your husband just pulled in the driveway."
Thankfully it snapped her out of her post orgasmic stupor and miraculously she reacted calmly..."You need to head downstairs to the kitchen Lacey, and when John asks where I am, tell him I had to use the bathroom, and the one upstairs. He'll assume I wanted more privacy because I usually do when I have to do a number two and won't come looking for me. Then keep him occupied with your charming personality until I clean the mess I made on the floor and get my act together."
I didn't bother responding before racing downstairs with the laptop in-hand and was moving so fast I slid across the kitchen floor like Tom Cruise in Risky Business since I only had socks on. Soon as I reached the breakfast bar, I sat down and booted up a solitaire game and was nonchalantly playing it as John entered the kitchen through the door that leads into the garage.
Soon as he saw me..."What a nice surprise Lacey. And how are you?"
"I'm doing fine John, and it's nice to see you too."
"Where's Maureen?"
"She had to go to the bathroom and decided to use the one upstairs."
John gave me a knowing look..."That means she might be a while." After which he placed his briefcase on the table, and he got a beer from the refrigerator.
"So how's my good friend Jim? Been a while since we've all been together, or I've seen either of you."
"Busy with work as usual. You?"
"Same here, as it's our busiest time of year. And before I forget, you look lovely as ever." Which brought to mind what Maureen told me recently about John being infatuated with me. Then he came over to give me a warm hug and kiss. Not that he never has before.
"Thank you John, and you look like you've been taking good care of yourself too."
John's the same age as Jim, and like Jim, looks younger for his age. About six feet tall, slim, and dark brown hair with a little gray mixed in around the ears and sideburns. Always clean shaven, which is nice since he has a cute dimpled chin. A handsome man with a charismatic personality, and is always the perfect gentleman. Not forgetting he treats Maureen like a queen. Under different circumstances, we could easily be an "item" together. And I give Maureen a lot of credit for snagging him. Although he did damn well too.
"Can I get you a beer, or a glass of wine Lacey?"
"I'm fine John. Soon as Maureen finishes in the bathroom I plan on heading home."
Just then, Maureen made an appearance and thankfully didn't look like someone who just had an orgasm by still being flush in the face, neck and upper chest. Of which it dissipates in the reverse order, and sometimes takes a while before it does.
After she gave John a big hug and kiss..."I hope you two were good while I was taking care of business?"
John responded first..."Very much so, but it wasn't easy being alone with Lacey."
"He's lying Maureen. His arms and hands were all over me like an octopus. Not that I minded."
She laughed..."If I didn't know you better, I might believe you."
"A girl can always dream Maureen. Now I have to head home to get ready so Jim and I can go out to dinner since it's Friday. It's the only day I don't have to slave over a hot stove."
"It's only because you're such a damn good cook, and enjoy it so much. Otherwise Jim would gladly take you out to dinner every night of the week. There isn't anything he wouldn't do for you."
"You're right as usual Maureen, but pretend you didn't hear that John."
After putting my sneakers on, which I removed earlier and left under the kitchen table, I grabbed my laptop and gave John a quick kiss before Maureen escorted me to the front door.
Once there, and while talking softly so John couldn't hear me..."That was close. We obviously need to be more careful in the future."
"I know, but I couldn't help myself with the hot video you were kind enough to share. I loved seeing Jim stroking his long cock, and him shooting his load on you. Not forgetting how you cummed when he did. You're quite the squirter. But I feel bad we didn't have time so I could reciprocate by sharing some photos of John and me."
"No need to fret, I'll be sure you do the first chance we get."
"By the way, what are you and Jim doing this weekend?"
"Nothing special, why?"
"Why don't you spend tomorrow with us to enjoy the pool since the forecast is for it to be a hot one. And something to eat from the grill, so don't plan on making dinner."
"I'd love to, and most likely we will, but I need to check with Jim first. I'll text you later." Then after making sure the coast was clear, we kissed very lovingly before I headed home.
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While enjoying a scrumptious plate of baked stuffed shells with ricotta cheese and the most delicious meatballs this side of the Atlantic at our favorite Italian restaurant, Jim inquired how my hormones were treating me.
"Pretty good, except for an occasional 'urge', which I've been able to take care of myself."
