“Vicky,” he said.
“No!” she said, shaking her head. “You aren’t going to deny me this.”
He watched her warily, her tongue moving over his chest and stomach, getting all the leftover semen that it could. She went back and sucked on the tip of his cock some more, her tongue poking at the hole as her hands squeezed up and down his shaft, trying to milk more out. He didn’t think anymore came out, but she kept at it for a good two minutes.
His cock certainly didn’t mind the attention, and she wasn’t slowing down her manipulation of his confused organ. Sensing that she was done, he looked over and saw Nicole sitting on the bed, filing her nails and watching the two of them, almost bored.
“Thanks for the help,” Dexter said.
She snickered. “Like you mind this at all,” she said.
He sighed and shook his head. “It’s not right,” he clarified. “Yes, it feels good, but that doesn’t mean it should have happened.”
Nicole giggled, still watching. “She’s half your size! You can get her off of you.”
He sighed. “Yeah, and then she gets upset when I try that. I can’t risk losing my job!”
Nicole’s face scrunched up in confusion. “Dexter, we’re not trying to force you to stay,” she said. “We’re not going to go rat you out. If anything, she and I would be the ones that got in trouble. It’s all supposed to be just good, harmless fun!”
He sighed, thoroughly unconvinced.
Vicky finally seemed to be satisfied that she’d gotten him completely clean, though now he felt like there was a film on him from all of her hurried licking. She lifted herself up, and he started to follow, but she shook her head and pointed at him.
“You promised!” she said.
He looked at her, confused. “What?” he asked. “When did I promise something, and what did I promise?”
She didn’t answer but moved upward on her knees to straddle his waist.
He shook his head and pushed gently at her shoulders.
“Vicky, don’t do this,” he said. “You’re married, remember?” he asked. Glancing over, he saw Nicole had stopped watching. “Nicole, help me!” he snapped.
She looked up lazily and then saw what Vicky was about to do and jumped up.
The wanton little thing had gotten in position and was starting to rub the head of his cock across her pussy. Dexter groaned, thoroughly enjoying the feeling and wanting to make her get up at the same time. He felt her push downward and the head of his cock broke through the barrier, sliding halfway down before she was yanked up by the taller Nicole.
“VICTORIA MARIE PERKINS,” Nicole shouted, shocking Dexter. “WHAT THE HELL?”
Dexter looked up and saw Nicole push Vicky against the wall, holding her there by her shoulders.
The short-haired blonde whimpered and then fell forward, holding on to Nicole and sobbing.
Dexter stood quickly and yanked his pants and boxers up, grabbing his things and getting put back together out in the hall. He started to head downstairs, but he was surprised when Vicky and Nicole came out a minute after he left, both looking a little more in control.
“I’m… I’m sorry,” Vicky said, not looking up at him. “There’s something wrong with me. Like… something real. I’m going to try to explain it to you sometime. You’ll understand everything, I promise. Tomorrow night, my husband and I will take you to dinner and we’ll talk it out. Okay?”
Dexter was shaking his head. “Your husband?” he asked. “Are you insane?”
She sighed. “Just… just trust me… please? You can bring your girlfriend and I’ll tell her everything was my fault. We asked you to come over for something for work, right Nicole?”
Nicole nodded. “Yep! It was just a work related visit and things got really out of control. You were afraid to hurt Vicky since she’s so much smaller than you, and she pushed things way too far.”
Dexter didn’t think that story would fly, but he didn’t see any other recourse, especially if they were adamant about telling Vicky’s husband.
“I just…,” he said.
“Trust me,” Nicole said. “This is for the best.”
Sighing, he nodded, but then stopped. “You’re not telling Chase, are you?”
“What?” Nicole asked, causing Vicky to smirk. “Are you fucking nuts? He’d lose his shit and probably like… walk off a building or something. Hell no, I’m not telling that idiot.”
Dexter felt a little better and finally agreed. “I’ll talk to Jessie though,” he said. “I’m not going to be able to live with the version of events that you gave.”
“That’s your choice,” Nicole said. “For what it’s worth though, we both really enjoyed the show.”
Dexter would normally be flattered, if this were anywhere near something normal for him, but he just shook his head.
“I mean it,” Vicky said, daring to come over and look up at him. “I’m so very sorry, Dex. I really, really am.”
He nodded, patting her on the shoulder. She took that to mean it was hug time and leaned into him. He hesitated for a second, but then felt that it was safe enough and gently squeezed her.
“Bye,” she said, turning and heading for Nicole’s bedroom, “and thank you for giving me a chance to explain.”
He nodded and then turned as she disappeared, Nicole padding down the stair behind him.
“Sorry about all that,” she said, sighing. “She… she’ll have to explain everything, but it will make sense, I promise.”
Dexter nodded, still feeling like everything had gone crazy.
“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Nicole assured him. “I promise.”
He nodded again, heading for the patio door. He stopped, seeing her come toward him, probably to lock up. “I just… I didn’t expect it to get that intense. I figured y’all wanted to like… see my junk again.”
She smiled. “Oh, we definitely did, Dexy.”
He winced and looked back at her. “Dexy?”
“Sexy Dexy!” she said, laughing. “Keep that dick hard, sugar. See you tomorrow.” Leaning in, she kissed him on the cheek and turned wiggling her butt at him as she walked toward the stairs.
“Don’t you want to lock this?” he asked, watching her go.
“Nah, let a burglar come in and fuck me,” she said, grinning. “Vicky’s still got to leave,” she said. “I’ll get it in a bit. Night sexy.”
Dexter shook his head, sighing deeply. He looked at his phone and was surprised that it was only 10:30. Jessie usually didn’t go to sleep until 11:30 or 12, so he knew that she’d be up. He texted, but received no reply, then called to make sure. He checked the time again and knew for a fact that Jessie didn’t go to bed this early unless they’d been having a marathon sex session. Quickly making up his mind, he hopped in his truck and took off, heading toward her apartment.
A few minutes later, he pulled in and quietly went up the stairs. Fear and shame gripped him for what he’d let happen, and he dreaded what was to come. He prayed that he didn’t lose this precious thing that he’d found.
Walking quietly up to the door, he knocked but no one answered. He heard music playing inside, so he listened quietly and heard a low, but still audible, moan. “Donna,” he said, sighing. Jessie must be asleep or listening to music or something. Still, talking to Donna might be a good idea, since she’d be able to give him a good idea of how Jessie would react.
He reached down and tried the door handle, and to his surprise it turned and the door swung open.
No one was in the living room, and the TV was off, so he shut the door and locked it behind him, briefly rolling his eyes at their carelessness. Low moans were coming from Jessie’s room, but he recognized it as Donna’s voice.
Wondering what the heck Donna was doing masturbating in Jessie’s room and also where the hell his girlfriend was, Dexter quietly walked down the hall and listened. Donna’s moans and the sounds of her wetly fingering herself could distinctly be heard. He chuckled and opened the door widely.
Spread eagle on the bed, Donna was groaning in pleasure, a pillow over her face as his girlfriend voraciously went down on her.
“What the fuck?” he asked, drawing both of the girls from their fun and causing them both to scramble up in alarm.
“What the fuck Dexter!” Donna yelled.
“Baby!” Jessie said, smiling after she recovered. Bouncing over, she leapt into his arms, naked as she could be.
“I’m sorry but I called and texted but you didn’t respond,” he said between her hurried kisses. She stopped and looked around for the phone, but then giggled.
“Well, you see, Donna and I were sitting watching TV when she just stood up and came over to where I was and started licking my pussy, so naturally, I let her. After she ate my pussy for awhile, and she ate it so… so fucking good baby, she stood up again and basically dragged me to the bedroom and made me eat her pussy too.” Jessie frowned playfully as she finished, returning to kissing him. “I’ll bet you can taste her pussy on my lips, huh?” she asked.
Dexter couldn’t help but notice that he could taste Donna’s flavor and sighed. “I came over to talk to you,” he said. “Can we?”
Jessie nodded, but then squealed in surprise and mild alarm as Donna came over, having recovered from her scare, and pulled her back down to the bed.
“Talk while she finishes licking my pussy,” Donna said, pulling a mildly protesting Jessie with her.
He sighed. “This is serious,” he said, slightly irritated.
Donna rolled her eyes. “You barged in here, Dex. She’s not done.”
He sighed and moved to lift her out of the bed, but Donna shook her head. “Un uh,” she said. “Pull your dick out and let me suck that bad boy or start fucking her. Either way, she’s finishing me off.”
Jessie wasn’t protesting, and had in fact, gone back down to resume her voracious licking of her roommate’s, admittedly, delicious looking pussy.
Dex sighed. He absolutely had to get this off his chest, so he decided that it was now or never.
“I have to tell you something,” he said. “Something serious.”
Jessie giggled and stopped, drawing a playful slap from Donna across her face. “Ouch!” she said. “Did those two harlots from work corner you and suck your dick baby?” she asked.
“What?” he asked, watching her giggle and resume licking. Donna groaned but looked over. “Ooo, are you getting to fuck someone at your job?” she asked. “Lucky girl. You should bring her over and we can all three wear her out here.”
Jessie looked up and nodded, grinning at him. “That’s a great idea baby! You can bring what’s her name here and we can all fuck her!”
Dexter sighed. This was clearly not going like he’d planned, and these two were just not taking it seriously.
“Will you please try to listen if you’re not going to stop,” he said, slightly irritated.