She gently pushed the door open and walked up behind him. She wrapped her arms around him and peeked around his shoulder to see his face. He started to smirk as she wrapped her arms around him and slowly moved her hands down toward his cock.
His cock began to harden. She slid her hands around his cock and down onto his balls caressing them gently. His cock was almost fully erect. Then she slid them back up and stroked his now throbbing cock. She stepped to the side as he stepped back so she could slide in between him and the vanity.
She squat between him and the vanity with her legs spread around his. She took his cock directly into her mouth; she knew time was of the essence. He moaned and took a deep breath as she sank it deep into her mouth. He pumped her face as he finished shaving, her head bouncing against the vanity.
He finished shaving, rinsed the razor, placed it on the vanity and then grabbed her head with both hands and began fucking her face. He pounded her face, sending his cock deep into her throat. She began moaning as she felt her pussy getting wet, nearly dripping.
She was on the verge of an orgasm. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and stood her up. He propped her ass on the vanity and spread her legs wide. He took his cock and plunged it deep into her pussy. She screamed and came immediately. He pounded her pussy until she was squirting all over the bathroom floor.
“Honey, now I have to go to work,” he began.”So clean up and go back to bed. I'm bringing a friend home for lunch. You will need to be fresh and rested.”
“Baby, you didn't cum,” she said.
He pulled his still hard cock from her pussy and walked over to the shower, grabbed a washrag, wiped it off. He then gave the rag to her. She got down on her knees and bent over to clean up the floor and the vanity door.
She seductively slid her knees across the floor to expose her pussy and ass to him. She licked her juice from the vanity door before beginning to clean the floor.
“Behave or you will not have your treat for lunch,” he said sternly.
She looked up at him with a shitty grin. She was impressed and thankful for the restraint he was able to show knowing full well the difficulty of it.
He was almost fully dressed when she came back into the bedroom. She slid back in bed as he finished dressing. He came over to the bed and tucked her in.
“Good girl, now rest up. I expect you to be at your best when we get here. We should be back to the house at 12:15,” he kissed her on the forehead and headed to the office.
She snuggled under the covers and began to run scenarios through her mind. What would she wear? Where would she be when they got home? Did this man know why he was coming over to the house?
She reached for her phone that was on the nightstand. She sent a text for clarification.
The response was – Not fully. He knows you are a horny bitch, but was not told you would take care of him.
Hmmm… this will be fun. What should she do; what should she do? A few thoughts popped into her mind. She again snuggled beneath the covers and closed her eyes. She needed to let the ideas marinade and get a little nap before preparing for her treat.
* * *
She awoke from her cat nap with the most wonderful idea. She would have lunch prepared for them when they arrived and be dressed in one of her satin robes with it hanging off one shoulder. She would make sure that it was closed but not overlapping so things could easily expose at will.
Her hips began to gyrate as she laid thinking about her lunch plans. She glanced at the clock and decided she needed to begin getting ready, no time or need for play now she would have that soon enough.
She went into the bathroom and began running the water for her shower. She brushed her teeth as the water warmed. She stepped into the shower, grabbed her puff and shower gel and began to clean her body. She grabbed her razor and shaved her legs and underarms. Her pussy was still soft and smooth from her Brazilian a few days prior. She rinsed her body and washed her hair before stepping out of the shower to dry.
She dried and wrapped her hair in the towel before going to the kitchen naked to prepared lunch. She would make them a quiche. Not too heavy, but plenty of protein to improve stamina. She mixed the quiche, put it in the oven and headed back to the bathroom.
She took her hair out of the towel and began to style it. She had decided on going straight with her hair, not the normal curl. She blew the curls out of her hair giving her a more innocent look. She went light on the makeup, making herself look a little more natural than usual. She was going with the sweet, innocent, good wife with a slutty spin today.
She finished the hair and makeup prep and walked over to her closet to pick a robe. Black, no; red, no; pink, not quite; white, yes white! How much more innocent a color than white? She loosely tied the robe around her waist. She stepped into a pair of silver heels and went out into the kitchen.
It was almost noon and the quiche was finished. She took it out to cool and got out two plates and set the table. She still had time, so she went into the living room to sit and wait for her boys.
Within minutes she saw his car pull in the driveway. Let the games begin, she thought as she walked into the kitchen. They walked in the door just as she entered the kitchen. She had made sure that her robe was just touching together, not overlapped and it was seductively off her right shoulder.
“Well, look at you,” Brian said as he walked over and hugged her, giving her a small peck on the lips. “Sarah, this is Keith.”
She shyly extended her hand toward Keith. She could tell from the look on his face he was some combination of shockingly surprised and highly aroused anticipating what would be happening during lunch.
“Keith and I have known each other for many years. I’ve seen him at events and we’ve spoken briefly. It’s only been in the past few months that we have actually taken the time to get to know each other,” Brian began. “We’ve referred business to each other and had a few drinks. I thought he should meet you.”
“Well it’s nice to finally meet you,” she said as she gave him a seductive smile. “I’m glad he has finally decided to share you with me.”
She could see his wheels turning. Did she really say what I think she said? Did share mean, sexual sharing? Could he really be hearing and seeing what he thought he was? She knew exactly what his mind was doing to him and she loved it.
“Have a seat, Keith,” she said as she pulled out his chair.
She took their plates over to the counter and cut them each a slice of the quiche. When she brought them back and put them on the table, she went to Brian’s side and placed his plate first before leaning over the table to place Keith’s. In doing so her large breast nearly fell out of her robe. Keith got a peek of areola; Brian knew he was coming unglued.
“What can I get you to drink? I have water, soda, beer or I can mix you a drink,” she said.
“I think you should make Keith a JD and coke, I’ll have straight JD,” Brian replied.
She went downstairs to the bar and got their drinks while the men talked. A part of her wanted to be a fly on the wall for that conversation, but there had been enough of them she knew what they were saying. Brian would be sitting there proud as a peacock, Keith would be telling him how lucky he was and Brian would ask if he wanted to have sex with her and then give him permission to act.