Casey Jones thinks he’s pulled one over on his wife, Lisa, and she doesn’t know about the three-week-old affair with his assistant. After all, she’s traveling half the time, anyway, and is always out and about when she’s in town. He has needs. Where else is he going to have them satisfied?
Lisa Jones is upset and hurt that her husband, Casey, has been having sex with his assistant, the beautiful Latina Danielle Lima, right under her nose. But on a trip to the salon, Lisa learns a few things about Dani. Like her desire for a threesome. Lisa has needs. Where else is she going to have them satisfied?
Warning: Cheating
Casey Jones, in the twilight between not-quite-awake and not-quite-asleep, moaned as he felt a wet, warm sensation on his cock.
A soft, moist ring of suction wrapped around his shaft. At the same time, the rough texture of a tongue stimulated the underside of his shaft. Both sensations eased slowly up, brushed the ridges on the head of his cock, and then dove back down again. His shaft seemed to plunge into something warm and moist.
The cycle of sensations continued for some time, slow and easy.
Casey dared to lift his head up off the pillow and crack one eye open, unable to tell if the sensations were real―or part of a very nice dream.
Sure enough, a section of the bedding, right where his cock would be, was bobbing up and down, all by itself, as if there was something underneath.
Fearing who might be underneath the blankets, but figuring he might as well find out for himself instead of assuming and causing bigger problems, Casey eased one arm out from under the blankets, reached over and reluctantly pulled them aside. The morning was chilly.
He just barely kept a sigh of relief to himself.
Lisa Jones, his wife, was busy under the covers, down in between his legs, her tousled blonde hair bobbing slowly up and down, her cheeks hollowed out.
Casey groaned as he felt his cock twitch. “Shit! Lisa. Lisa!”
At the top of a suck, she mercifully released his cock with a pop. It was quite stiff and slick. “Relieved to see it’s me, are you?” Her sky-blue eyes twinkled.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I heard that sigh of relief,” she said, her voice going abruptly cold and hard.
“Shit, Lisa,” he groaned, letting his head fall back on the soft, cradling pillow. “Do we have to discuss this now?”
“No. I don’t suppose we do.”
“That’s good, cause I am, as you can see, up.”
Lisa grinned. “Yes, I can see. Fortunately for you, I’m horny. The reason why you’re up.”
