Karen already knew where this was going. She took me by the hand, and led me to the bedroom. “Get out of those clothes. We’ll dress you in something comfortable afterwards. In the meantime, will a blowjob do for now, or do you want something else?”
“No, I think a blowjob will do just fine.” I laughed, removing my shirt and stepping out of my pants.
“DEB, GIVE US A FEW EXTRA MINUTES, I’M BLOWING Jack BEFORE DINNER,” Karen shouted across the apartment.
I sat down, naked except for my socks, my cock standing straight up. “Did you have to shout that out? She’s nervous enough.”
“No socks. Naked means no socks. If you want a quickie somewhere, just a quick zip and suck or fuck that’s one thing. But in bed, 100% naked. Is that fair?” She dictated, ignoring my comment, and bending down to remove the offending articles of clothing.
“Yeah, that’s ok. I think we can live with that.” I answered.
Karen reached down and grasped my cock in one hand while cupping my balls in the other. “God Jack, you really do have a great cock. DEBBIE, COME HERE A SEC!” she leaned over and took my cock in her mouth slowly moving her head in circles, allowing my cock to travel all around her mouth.
Debbie stood in the doorway. She looked to me, “Do you want me too?” she asked timidly.
Karen pulled up, “No, I just wanted to show you this nice cock. Isn’t it delicious? Look how thick it is. How big are you Jack?”
“Uhmmm, I’m not sure…” I dissembled.
“Bullshit. Like you haven’t measured that thing a hundred times.” She was stroking me firmly, pulling me up to my fullest length. “How big?”
“Well, normally just a little more than seven inches. But the size varies by the occasion.”
“I’m pretty sure you’re bigger than that now.” She answered, going back down on me.
“That’s probably because I’m a whole lot more excited than usual.” I answered, watching Debbie watch us. “How’s dinner coming?”
“Oh, I better check on the gravy!” and she was gone, leaving a lingering memory of freshness in her wake. Whatever perfume she was wearing, it was heady stuff.
Karen, in the meantime, was demonstrating her considerable oral technique. She would massage my balls, stroke my cock, and suck the top 3 inches or so. Every so often, she would stop to let her exploring tongue wander up and down my shaft, then gobble up one or the other of my balls while fisting the shaft. After this delightful interlude she would return to sucking.
“God Karen, I’ve wanted to be in your mouth for so long. It is so nice.” It was also incredibly nice that she was completely silent for pretty much the entire duration.
“I’m there, baby, I’m gonna come.” I told her.
“You can come in my mouth. You’ve earned it,” she declared, stroking me fast and hard into her mouth.
I looked up to see Debbie watching us. It was too much. I came with a groan, filling her mouth with a huge load. She swallowed it all. I knew from our previous conversations that she normally didn’t like to.
She sucked me clean for several seconds, then finally pulled back. “There. Feeling better now? Poor baby, all worked up like that.”
“Much better thank you.” I looked over to Debbie. “Dinner ready?”
“Yes, I just put it on the table,” she turned and headed back to the dining area.
“Oh, did we have an audience?” She looked to me inquisitively while I tossed on some loose shorts and a t-shirt.
“Just for the money-shot.” I kidded her.
“Damn, I would have made a better show; next time tell me,” she laughed, heading in to dinner.
Dinner was delicious, and Debbie was the consummate hostess. Refilling glasses, replenishing dishes from the kitchen, clearing the table.
I tried to help her clean up, but Karen pulled me back. “Don’t, this makes her happy.”
It was funny. She did seem happy. The conversation at dinner was not too strained, and we talked about TV shows, about travel to New York. We discussed 1st grade, which the little girls would be entering, and rehashed school days. We talked about things we wanted to do, and places we wanted to go. We all wanted to see the pyramids. We all wanted to party for Mardi Gras in New Orleans.
When Debbie brought out a homemade apple pie, with coffee, we were as relaxed as we were likely to be. Karen brought up the arrangement.
“Did I hear you say you were going to buy the house?” She asked me finally.
“I’ve got a contract on it. I can take possession in three weeks. But it’s still not livable.”
“Will it be livable in 6 weeks?” I understood her concern. That was when her lease expired.
“I think so. Most important is the roofing and electrical. Joe and Randy will help me re-roof the place. And Jim has his master electrician’s license. He said he’d fix up the wiring at cost. I have to replace three windows, and the back door. That all has to get done in 3 weeks. Then we can live in it, but we won’t have a laundry, only one bathroom, and only one bedroom. At least the kitchen and living room will be done.”