Several weeks had gone by now and Sabrina and I were getting along as good as ever. Several times I would fuck her right before her hubby would be due home from work. Occasionally, the next day she would tell me how he wanted some pussy when he got home and then would remark how wet she was. Little did he know that his hot little wife had become quite a slut and he was actually getting left overs.
Well, football season was among us and I was out raking leaves one afternoon when Sabrina happened to come out and do some yard work herself. She teasingly wore a Cleveland Browns jersey outside to work in the yard, knowing that I couldn’t stand them. She told me that her hubby was leaving for a week and she asked if I wanted to come over and watch Sundays game with her. I told her it was a nice offer but I had a buddy coming over to watch the game at my place.
“Oh, sure, I’m not good enough to watch it with huh?” she teased and turned her back to me.
“Well, you can come over and watch it with us,” I said, “Its just going to be me and him, not like it’s a big party or anything.”
“Well, I might, I’ll have to see what’s going on.”
“That’s cool, let me know.”
Then she bent over and started picking leaves out of her flowerbed and wagged her ass at me.
Sunday came and Steve came over early, he’s a bachelor like myself and has nothing else better to do on a Sunday morning but nurse a hang over and watch pre game stuff. About a half hour after he was there, someone knocked at the door. “Sabrina I bet,” I huffed as I pried myself out of the chair.
“Who’s that?” Steve said.
“You know, that hot bitch next door.”
“Oh yeah, damn, she joining us?” he laughed.
“Well, I invited her over so maybe, her husband is out of town and she has nothing else better to do,” I told him.
He smiled and turned back to the TV as I turned the doorknob.
“Hey,” I said, “Glad you could make it.”
“Yeah, I figured there was no sense sitting at home being bored and alone,” she sighed.
“Remember Steve? I think you two have met at sometime or another.”
“Hey,” Steve said.
“How are ya?” Sabrina said as she plopped down in the beanbag chair.
We drank and watched the game and drank some more. My team was loosing and Sabrina’s was winning. Steve said he didn’t care who won since his team wasn’t playing that day. So he pretty much sat there throwing fuel to the fire as Sabrina and I teased one another. In all honesty, I think he was watching her more than the game anyways. She had on a jogging suit and the zipper sure wasn’t pulled up to her neck, if you know what I mean. At one point, after she had some beers in her, she teased him and asked if he wanted a better shot and gave him a quick flash. “Oh, you shouldn’t have done that,” I thought. You get Steve going after he’s been drinking and your going to wish you hadn’t.
Well, half time came and Sabrina got up to get another drink and Steve told her that he would like one too.
“Please?” she said.
“What do you mean please?” Steve jokingly touted back at her.
She came back with a drink for Steve and one for me. I twisted the cap off the bottle and beer came spewing out all over. Sabrina looked like she was going to pee her pants laughing and said that she meant that bottle for Steve since he so demanded her to get him a beer.
“That’s ok, I told her, you can come and clean it up,” I said as I got up laughing to go change.
I came back and they were wrestling on the couch over an open beer bottle and both had beer all over them, not to mention all over my couch.
“Hey, you two!” “Who’s going to clean this shit up?” I yelled.
They looked up at me like two little kids that just got in trouble.
They both apologized and Sabrina asked if I had a change of clothes she could put on.
“Oh yeah, like I keep women’s clothes around here,” I blurted out.
“Well don’t you have a pair of boxers and a T-shirt I could borrow at least?”
“Yeah, come back here ad I’ll find you something.”
Steve cleaned up the couch while she followed me to my bedroom.
Once back there I pulled out a T-shirt and a pair of boxers and tossed them on the bed. She thanked me and undressed and then reached for the T-shirt I had laid on the bed. I grabbed her hand and turned her towards me.
“Don’t you think you should repay me for letting you borrow some clothes?” I asked her.
She smiled and grabbed my crotch and began to unzip my pants. Once they were undone she pulled my dick out and took it into her mouth. God she had a warm mouth, so soft and talented too. I was standing there with my hands on the back of her head kind of guiding her head back and forth on my growing cock when I heard Steve.
“What the hell is this?” he exclaimed.
Sabrina jumped back and I spun around.
“What’s it look like, you moron?” I joked.
Steve chuckled and then got behind Sabrina, reached down under her ass and ran his finger up and down her slit.
“Holy shit dude! This pussy feels like it sprung a leak.”