Boyd frowned and mumbled to himself as he drove home from work Monday evening. The downsizing of his plant had put him in a hard spot. They had laid off 25% of the workers, but hadn't cut back production to match, so he and all the other employees were pulling mandatory 10 hours a week overtime to keep up with the demand. To make it a bit more palatable the company did let them decide when they wanted to work it and most, including Boyd, worked a Saturday and a couple of hours over during the week.
Normally he didn't mind the extra money, but they had been working this over time schedule for more then three months and he was getting tired of it. It's nice to make extra money, but it does little good if you don't have time to spend and enjoy it. So Boyd drove home grumbling to himself about not having enough time to enjoy his new found windfall.
As he turned the corner onto the street where he lived, his phone buzzed, indicating he had a text message. He waited until he pulled into his driveway before he fished out his phone to see what the message was.
As he read it his eyes grew wide and he grunted to himself in surprise, "What the fuck?"
He went back and read it a second time to make sure he had read it correctly.
It said, "Ok, I am ready to do this. I found out he's been fucking that bitch for a month so it's my turn. I'll meet you where ever you like. It has to be during the day though when the kids are in school. You can fuck me anyway you want. Get it setup and text me where and when."
Boyd stared at the phone, then looked to see if a name had come up with the number. The only thing there was the 10 digit phone number.
"What the fuck?" He grunted to himself, then added, "Who the fuck?"
Boyd went into the house and quickly got on his computer. He found the phone number lookup site he had used a few times in the past, typed in the number and waited as the program traced down the owner of the number. A few moments later a box popped up on the screen telling him he could have all the information he wanted, for $1.99. He pulled out his credit card and spend the next few minute entering the info to make the payment. When he was done a box popped up on screen with the name and address of the owner of the phone.
Boyd stared at the screen and said, "No way!"
The name on the screen was Kyla Delvecio, a friend and class mate of his daughters. An image of a petite, dark haired girl with a really nice body, big tits and a feisty mouth filled his mind and made him grin.
His daughter Sarah and Kyla had been friends since the third grade. They had graduated high school together. The summer after Kyla graduated, just after her 18th birthday, she got pregnant by her then boyfriend. When he found out he left the state. After high school Sarah had started classes at the local community college and Kyla, even though pregnant, had some how managed to find a scholarship to go too. Both had transferred to a four year college and gotten their Bachelors degree.
Boyd had heard occasional things about Kyla from his daughter after graduation. His daughter had told him that Kyla was working for a local company, was living with some guy and had a second child.
Now here was this out of the blue text from his daughters friend offering to fuck. Boyd wasn't a prude. In fact he knew if he had half a chance he'd fuck Kyla until he was exhausted, but he just didn't understand why she had made him the offer. He didn't want to make her think twice about it, but he really wanted to know why and if it was a legitimate offer.
He didn't want to sound like he didn't want to, or give her a reason to withdraw her offer, so he spent quite a bit of time formulating a reply before he sent it:
'Cool. I'd love to spend some time between your legs. But why me? And why not just confront him with this?'
He sent the message and dropped the phone back into his pocket. He didn't even make it to the livingroom before his phone buzzed.
He pulled it out and read the text message:
'I know you've always wanted to fuck me and I think I could enjoy it with you. Besides I don't know anyone else who would do this. Most of my friends are also his friends. I will confront him, after you and I spend a few hours in bed fucking our brains out!'
As Boyd read the text he could feel his cock growing hard at the thought of fucking the sexy young woman. A second later though his work schedule filled his head. Because of the overtime all days off had been cancelled. He knew it would be a bitch to get a day off.
"Aw fuck!" He groaned to himself, "How am I going to get away long enough to do this? She insists it has to be during the day!"
After a few minutes of thought Boyd decided that a fake doctors appointment would fill the bill. He was normally very loyal to his job and hated to lie about taking time off, even when they worked him to the bone like they had been doing, but this was too good an offer to pass up.
He looked at the calendar and decided that Wednesday afternoon was a perfect time and he knew the perfect place, The Dew Drop Inn out by the river. They had covered parking in the back of the building, so his truck would be out of sight and the rooms were clean. Additionally, this time of the year, it would be easy to get a room. He called and reserved a room, with an early check in, then typed up a text to Kyla telling her to meet him there at 1:00 PM on Wednesday.
When he sent the text he sat nervously waiting the reply. It took less then 10 minutes before he got a simple one:
'Ok, Dew Drop Inn, 1:00 PM Wednesday. I'll text you for the room number when I'm on the way. See you there.'
Boyd could feel his cock leaking precum at the thought of what he would be doing Wednesday afternoon. The next day at work he made arrangements with his supervisor to go to the doctor on Wednesday. With anyone else his super would have been suspicious, but because Boyd had such a good work record, his super accepted it without comment.
Tuesday seemed to go on forever and Tuesday night seemed just as long. As bad as those were Wednesday morning the clock hands refused to move. Boyd glanced at the big 'Safety First' clock on the factory wall every ten seconds and it just didn't seem to move. Finally though both hands had inched there way to 12 and the morning was done.
When the lunch whistle sounded Boyd ran to the time clock, punched out and ran to his truck. He had to remind himself not to go too fast, it wouldn't do to get stopped by a traffic cop and waste precious time. He made it to the Dew Drop in 15 minutes. He checked in, moved his truck to the covered parking around back and quickly made his way to the room.
He filled the ice bucket at the ice machine, then set out two glasses, the fifth of rum and a coke he had brought. He glanced at the clock and found that he had plenty of time, so he stripped and showered. He got dressed and again looked at the clock, it was 12:40. He sat fidgeting as the minutes ticked by. Finally at 12:56 his phone buzzed.
When he looked it was a text from Kyla, 'What room?'
'214', he sent back.
