I smiled, reached out and touched her cheek. “I know. It’s hard to not think about it. I’ve been acting a standoffish myself, but it’s an act. I loved every moment I spent with you over there. Every time I look at you now, I get hard just thinking about it.”
“Please. An old married woman like me getting you excited? Remember, I know what you’re going home to.”
I took her hand and placed it on my crotch. She didn’t resist. “Every time I see you.”
“Jesus, Jack!” She gasped, but her hand squeezed me.
I reached out and lifted her chin so I could lean down and kiss her. She responded nicely, her hand still grasping my hard-on. I pulled away and opened my pants. Chris helped, and I didn’t complain. When her lips closed around my cock, I sighed and sat back, letting her do what she did so well. And she did it awfully well.
It only took her about 5 minutes, and she sucked me dry, not losing a drop. She looked like she was going to try to get me hard again, but she pulled away suddenly. “What are we doing? Oh God, I knew this was going to happen.”
I pulled my pants up, and then kneeled beside her. “That was amazing. And it’s still our little secret. We just have to act natural for a few weeks, Ok?”
“Alright,” she said, “but do me a favor. If you have to come in here, don’t close the door.”
“It’s a deal, if you’ll do me a small favor.”
“What kind of small favor?”
“Just button one more button. Or maybe you could even wear something a little less exciting.”
“Less exciting? This is hardly exciting clothing. What would you have me wear?”
I finished buckling my belt. “A burlap sack maybe?”
She missed me with the pencil she threw.
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See what I mean? Almost dull. No new women, nobody walking in on anybody, nothing weird, perverse or seriously out of the ordinary. No threesomes, foursomes or moresomes.
Then there was Friday. All week Jim had been working on the house with Robin and Debbie helping where they could. Each evening after work I’d put in a couple of hours as well. I’ll hand it to Jim, he’s a workhorse, and he was doing wonders both on the house and on adapting the garage into a daycare center.
Friday, he encouraged me to come home early if possible. Eric had the afternoon off and would be coming over to help again.
I headed home at lunch and got there just in time for sandwiches. With Eric working with us we made great progress putting up the drywall. The girls turned out to be even more help than I might have imagined, especially when it came time to put the sheetrock up overhead. When Debbie and Amie showed up, after a long day of herding preschoolers, things went even faster.
Eric and Amie seemed to be starting up just where they’d left off the previous weekend. Mischievous Beth was right in the mix, teasing and encouraging the potential couple.
The evening was warm; half t-shirts and short-shorts were de rigueur. Amie had shown up in her day-care clothing and when Robin offered to loan her some work clothes I knew I should have stepped in. She walked out with a t-shirt that was torn and barely covered her breasts. In small letters across the front it advertised, “If you can read this, you’re probably going to get laid tonight.” That Robin was a bad influence. Of course her outfit wasn’t much better reading “TGIF” in huge letters, with an explanation below “(Tongue Goes in First)”.
The girls were amazing to look at, and Eric was in danger of getting whiplash.
We split up into teams so we could work on the garage-to-daycare conversion. I ended up with Jim, Robin and Karen working on the addition, while Eric, Beth and Amie worked on the garage and Debbie started dinner. As Eric and the teenagers headed to the backyard, I watched the girls slide their arms around his waist then down onto his butt, before I lost sight of them. I suspected that group was up to no good. I didn’t expect a lot of progress out of them. At least not on the day-care space.
I should have been giving consideration to my own teammates.
Robin sidled up to me while we were taping the drywall. “We could use your help again.”
“How’s that?” I asked.
She looked around and leaned in close, “She’s hogging the boy-toy again. No love for the baby sister.” She slid her arm around me, “Of course, there’s more than one way to solve that little problem.”
I let her know I’d look into it, and after a while, when our work brought Karen and me together, I kept my word. “How’s the new sharing thing going?”
Karen turned red. “Pretty good.”
“Pretty good for everyone? Or just for you.”
“Damn it Jack. It’s hard.”
I pulled her close, turned her so she was backed against the wall and pinned her there. “I know it is. Robin has a bad history with you, and it’s hard to trust her.” I leaned in and gave her a small kiss. “If it’s not going to work out, if she’s up to her old tricks, just say so. I’ll kick her out.”
Her hand moved between us and was rubbing against my burgeoning hardness. “No, it’s not that. She’s really being good about it. It’s just that whenever we get into a situation it’s hard for me to let go.”
We’d all but finished what we were working on. “Debbie!” I called out across the house, “How much longer ’til dinner?”
She peeked her head out from the kitchen. “Less than 30 minutes. You might want to clean up pretty soon.”
“Jim, you and the girls clean up in here then clean yourselves up.” He gave me a nod. I leaned over to Karen. “I’ll meet you upstairs in a few minutes. Just enough time for a quickie.”
Her eyes blazed, then she smiled and went about cleaning up in a frenzy. I, on the other hand, headed out back to give our other team the dinner update.
Eric was cornered, with two beautiful topless teenagers all over him, kissing him wildly and rubbing up against him. Nobody noticed me walk up until I was just behind them. I reached around Beth from behind, taking her tits in my hands and squeezing a moan out of her. “Dinner is in less than 30 minutes. You might want to clean up in here. Afterward y’all can use our shower to clean yourselves up.” Eric eyes were wide and he looked startled. Amie looked like the cat that had swallowed the canary. She gave me a wink, and a teasing lick of her lips. I reached out, turned both of the girls faces back toward Eric, and departed with a pat to both of their remarkable rears. “Don’t let me interrupt. I just wanted to give you the 411.”
I passed Debbie on the way back into the house, and let her know that the garage team knew the schedule. She asked me to send the kids down so they could eat first, with such a crowd.
I hustled the tykes downstairs then let myself into Karen’s room. Jim and Robin were just slipping out of the shower, drying off, and Karen was waiting her turn. “Just too crowded in there for three,” she remarked, “and the bigger the crowd the longer it takes.” Jim was looking a bit confused but not enough to lose his erection, and Robin was looking hopeful. While I undressed, I leaned in and whispered to Karen, “What do you think they should do while waiting?”
Karen paused and looked up at me. She closed her eyes and sighed. As she peeled off her panties she spoke up, “Jim? Do me a favor and take care of my little sister, while I’m busy here.” As I joined her under the falling water, she stuck her head back out. “And if you find you need to finish, don’t wait for me.”
It didn’t take me 10 seconds to bury my cock in her. “That was nice.” I told her. I had her leg lifted up over my arm and was fucking up into her deliciously.
“Can we quick clean up?” she asked me, gasping. “I want to see them.”
I pulled out of her and turned her around under the water. “Two minute shower. Get to it,” I told her rubbing her back down, making sure to get her ass and legs. Then we switched positions while she did my back and I did my front. It was a shame, I very rarely got to shower with Karen, and here we were, done and drying off faster than I could have even gotten decently worked up. My face must have shown my disappointment.