The next few days at work, I tried to avoid Casey as much as possible. Unfortunately, he seemed to be doing the opposite, as if subconsciously witnessing his girlfriend deep-throating my dick had brought us closer together. But in truth, he was blissfully oblivious to the forbidden beauty lying in my Hidden photos folder. A stronger man might have deleted them out of principle, but I knew that unless requested by Kelly herself, those pictures weren’t going anywhere.
And then came Friday, when the usual, “what are you doing Sunday?” conversation came about. I thought about lying, saying I was busy or getting sick. But sure enough, when the time came, I encouraged our usual routine.
And then came Sunday, and the hours leading up to their arrival left me near crippled with anxiety. I had not talked to Kelly since she left my house that day. I had conjured up a million reasons to casually text her but had stopped myself each time.
*Is she feeling the same shame I am? What if she doesn’t want to come, but feels obligated because of Casey?*
How wrong I was.
When they finally arrived, Kelly met me with the same kind smile and a hug she always did. If she was faking it, she was doing a damn good job. Any attempts to distance myself from her was unsuccessful, as she acted even friendlier and more comfortable with me than she had before. Kelly wore a similar outfit that she had last week, only her cropped t-shirt had devolved into an even more revealing blue Giants tube top, which did not help my constantly lingering gaze.
And so, we sat and watched the games as usual. The Giants and Eagles were both playing in the 1:00 window, so I had both games on in the split screen mode, not that I was able to focus on a single play. We had also returned to our casual light beer libations, so the mood remained relaxed. But it didn’t take long for Kelly to show that she had other plans.
At the end of the first quarter of the Giants game, Kelly looked to the two of us. “Do you boys need another beer?”
“Absolutely.” Casey affirmed, remaining comfortable in his seat.
I shook my bottle around to judge the contents, then knocked the last swig back to empty it. “Sure, if you’re getting up. Thanks.”
With a smile, she got to her feet and sauntered off to the kitchen. When she came back into the living room, her walk was a bit more intentional, almost like a model walking on a runway. Except instead of showing off a designer outfit, she seemed to be adding motion to accentuate the movements in her chest and backside, and she succeeded. I found myself hypnotized as she walked to Casey first, handing him the bottle with a seductive smile and a “your beer, sir.” He seemed entranced as well, especially when she delivered mine with the same performance.
“T-thanks.” I croaked out, trying not to stare.
She winked, then stood between us. “Can I get you gentleman anything else?”
Casey chuckled. “Damn, babe. You’re like one of those beer girls from the old commercials. Super hot.”
Kelly smiled and bit her lip twirling her auburn hair around her finger. “Too bad I don’t have a bikini to walk around in, then I’d be a proper beer girl.”
Casey’s eyes grew wide, as if he was expecting a different response. “You… would do that?”
Kelly linked her hands behind her back, swaying back and forth innocently. “Uh huh. In fact…”
Her hands moved forward to the button on her shorts, which she methodically undid before slowly lowering the zipper. “I’m wearing a pretty skimpy thong, which should be close enough, right?” Kelly stood there in between us, her shorts ready to fall at our request.
Casey’s mouth now hung open, looking between me and her. After a short silence, he muttered, “y-yeah. I guess so.”
Then Kelly looked to me. “Only if it’s okay with Cal, though. It’s his house, after all.”
Suddenly, the onus was on me. I could end it here, once and for all. The awkwardness would be palpable, but it would create the layer of friction needed for things to maybe get back to normal. But Kelly knew what I also knew deep down, which was that I could not bear to refuse her.
“No complaints here.” I said with a swig of beer, trying to hide my pounding heartbeat with a ruse of casualness.
And with a light push and a wiggle of her hips, Kelly's shorts fell to the floor, revealing a black thong of lace underneath. She stepped free of them, kicking them loosely off to the side, then putting her hands on her exposed hips. "Better?"
Casey's expression was still more of surprise than anything, but he drank in the sight of her all the same. "Fuck yeah." He said, more confidently than his last response. Content with her tease, Kelly sat back down on the couch in her previous spot, turning her attention back to the game.
Seeing her half-naked casually sitting on my couch awakened the depraved part of my mind. I no longer wanted to be a player in her game. It was my turn to take the controller.
The second quarter came and went without anything significant of note, besides a pants-less beer walk from Kelly. When the Giants game hit halftime, Casey stood up with a slight hunch, quickly turning away from me, likely to hide the imprint against his jeans. "Gotta piss." He announced and started walking.
"Actually, can you use my bathroom upstairs?" I lied, quickly, before he could walk off. "I'm having some trouble with the toilet down here." I continued without waiting for a response. "Up the stairs, last room on the left, and then follow the left wall of the room."
Casey nodded, walking off. When I heard his footsteps hit the stairs, I quickly got up, sitting next to Kelly. My fast movements caught her off guard for a moment, but her expression turned to anticipation once I sat down.
"Having fun, aren't we?" I said in a low voice, trying to emulate the tone I knew she enjoyed. She nodded silently, staring into my eyes. One of my hands went to her hips, and I felt her tense at my touch. I traced my finger downward and towards the joining of her legs, which she spread graciously when my hand got close. When I reached the minimal fabric that covered her, I gently pulled it to the side, exploring the outside of her pussy. It was hot, and with a single finger I pushed beyond the exterior folds to find the wet flesh underneath. I heard her sharply exhale as my finger pushed deeper inside, exploring the walls of her sex for the first time. "Oh my." I continued. "Having a lot of fun it seems."
"Mmhmm..." she moaned as I pushed my finger as far as I could inside, curling it to stimulate the deepest parts of her pussy.
I added a second finger, and she let out a soft moan. "How do my fingers feel, beer girl?"
She bit her lips deviously and smiled. "Reaaally good, sir."
A few seconds later, we heard the plumbing in the walls around us react to the toilet flushing upstairs. Her eyes grew wide, darting towards the hallway from which Casey would walk through when he was back. I responded by picking up the speed and force of my movements.
"F-fuck..." she moaned, looking down at my fingers pleasuring her. And then, we heard the creak of the stairs once again, and her eyes turned once more to panic. "C-Cal, he's- mm, he's gonna..."
"He's gonna what?" I teased, not slowing down. But when I heard the distinct creak of my second-to-bottom stair, I removed myself from inside of her, stood up and brought myself back to my previous seat. Kelly quickly adjusted herself, wiping a small bit of drool from the corner of her mouth. Just as soon as we were both situated, Casey walked back into the room and sat back on the couch, completely unaware. But I wasn't done yet.
"I've got some cheese, sausage, and veggies in the kitchen we can snack on. Just need to cut them up first." I stood up. "Anyone want to help?"
Casey took the bait perfectly. "Sounds like a job for our sexy beer girl, right babe?"
Kelly smiled. "Of course, sir." She stood up, and Casey gave her ass a quick squeeze. She let out a cute giggle and walked in front of me towards the kitchen.
"If the games start while we are getting it ready, just yell out what is happening." I called behind me as I followed Kelly into the hallway.
"Got it." Casey called back.
When Kelly made it into the kitchen, she turned around and looked at me with lusty eyes, inviting my next move. I obliged, picking her up by her hips and sitting her on the nearest counter. With a tug of my thumbs, I pulled her thong down past her knees, letting it fall to the floor. Wrapping my arms around her legs, I buried my face in the wetness between them, letting my tongue push through the bit of skin that concealed her clitoris. Once there, I maneuvered my tongue tactfully around and across her clit, forcing one of her hands to jump to her mouth to conceal her moans. The other landed on my head, and her fingers streaked through my hair as I continued to pleasure her with my mouth.
After a few minutes, Casey called from the living room. "Giants game is starting back up."
Barely moving my mouth from Kelly's pussy, I called back. "Alright, be there in a minute." Then, I added my fingers to the show, massaging her G-spot while my tongue danced across her clit. Her upper body was convulsing in response, her muffled moans behind her hand getting louder and more rapid. She took her hand briefly off of her mouth to whisper, "I'm... gonna cum..." Seeing my finish line in front of me, I put my all into both movements, using my tongue to push against her clit in quick, repetitive movements. Seconds later, I felt her tense up, her fingers clenching tightly at my hair. Her mouth opened in a silent gasp, and I felt her insides begin to pulse against my fingers. Finally, I felt every muscle in her body relax, and she quivered as I removed my fingers from inside of her.
After a quick wash of my hands, I opened the fridge and pulled out the pre-cut meat and cheese board I had bought from the store the day before, along with some cut up carrots and celery. I put them on the counter next to Kelly, who was still trying to catch her breath, and walked back to the living room.
I took a seat at my usual spot and took another swig of my beer. “Where’s Kelly?” Casey asked.
“She’s coming. Just cutting up the rest of the veggies.”
He looked to the entry to the hallway before leaning towards me and talking in a whisper. “So uh, I hope any of this isn’t making you… uncomfortable or anything.”
I chuckled. “Me? Nah man, not at all. What about you? You cool with your girlfriend being half-naked around me?”
He shrugged. “It was a little weird at first, but honestly I’m cool with it.” He took a swig of beer. “It’s weird, I’ve never seen her like this. She can get freaky in the bedroom, but never around other people. Just let me know if anything she does crosses a line.”
I couldn’t help but laugh, knowing the taste of his girlfriend’s pussy still sat on my tongue. “You got it.”
A couple of minutes later, Kelly emerged back into the living room with a cutting board full of meats, cheeses, and veggies. I couldn’t help but smirk knowing she had set up the platter to remove any suspicion that we hadn’t cut it ourselves.
“Snacks are ready!” She said in a cheery tone.
Feeling bold, I smacked her ass as she walked by. “Looks like the real snack is right here, eh Case?” She let out a cute little “yip!” as my hand made contact, but the pleasure was written all over her face.
Casey rolled right with it. “Damn right. What a fine piece of ass.”
“And tits too, can’t forget those.” I egged on.
Kelly put down the food tray on the coffee table and stood between us again. “What, these?” She pushed her boobs together with her hands, rubbing them in circles. Casey and I cheered her on.
I decided to push it further. “I’d sure like to get a handful of those.”
Casey laughed. “Yeah, I bet you would…” He trailed off, because as he was making the remark, Kelly had relocated to directly in front of me, bending forward at the waist so that her chest was within arms reach.
Without a second thought, I reached forward and began to grope Kelly’s right breast while Casey looked on silently. Unsatisfied, I grabbed the top of the tube top fabric and yanked downward, and Kelly’s bare tits sprang free. “That’s better.” I said, moving my attention to her nipples that had begun to harden beneath my touch. She giggled and bit her lip, seemingly fighting back moans of pleasure.
Then, Kelly shifted her attention to Casey, strutting slowly in his direction while he watched on, mystified. He watched on silently as she got to her knees, pulled his pants down and took his dick into her mouth. The pleasure overtook him quickly, and he reeled his head back and started to groan. He lasted less than a minute before he let out a long, “fuuuck…” and Kelly reacted by quickly removing his dick from her mouth, letting him finish on her chest instead. He sat still for a moment, taking deep breaths and trying to regain his composure. Suddenly aware of his position, he jerked his pants up quickly, mumbled something about going to the bathroom, and fumbled out of the room.
With Casey gone, Kelly looked down at the abstract artwork painted across her soft breasts and then looked to me. I spoke up before she could.
“Why don’t we get you cleaned up in the kitchen?”
I took her hand and pulled her behind me back into the kitchen. Ripping off a paper towel, I wet it slightly from the sink before handing it to her, and I watched her wipe the cum from her skin. She started talking as she did so.
“I came… so hard earlier.” She said. “Will you… do it again, sometime?”
I crossed my arms in playful defiance. “And what picture do I get in return for that?”
With a smile, she threw the soiled paper towel into the trash can, then walked up to the counter, bending over at the waist. With a small shimmy and a tug of her fingers, she let her thong fall to the ground, using her hands to spread her voluptuous cheeks apart, inviting me in. I stared at her in amazement for a moment before letting my own pants and boxers reach the floor as well. My cock, long since erected, I positioned between the large mounds of flesh on her backside, and I found the familiar wet sensation and thrust forward. Her soft, wet pussy enveloped me, and I couldn’t help but let out my own moan as I entered her.
I thrusted slow at first, enjoying every iota of stimulation, watching the outside of her pussy clench on to me each time I pulled back. Gradually, I picked up speed, listening to the slapping sounds of flesh on flesh bounce off the tiles of my kitchen floor. She started to moan softly as well, not bothering to cover her mouth this time. I found I wanted Casey to see us, wanted him to see me pleasuring the woman he claimed to love. It was a dark thought, but one that fueled my lust nevertheless, prompting me to fuck Kelly even harder.
“F-f-fuuu…” She moaned, losing herself in my thrusts.
And then, a voice called from the living room.
“Guys?”
“In here!” I called back, not losing pace. “Just showing Kelly something in the kitchen.”
I was certain our noises could be heard from the living room, but I didn’t care anymore.
Casey didn’t say anything for a moment, but eventually called back with, “Bring me another beer on your way back, babe.”
“Y-y-yes s-sir…” Kelly called back, interrupted by each thrust.
The sound of her talking to Casey while I fucked her put me over the edge. After a few more vigorous thrusts, I pressed myself as deep inside of her as I could go, pumping her full of my warm cum. I stood there for a moment, holding myself inside of her, watching her back move up and down with each breath. Then, I pulled myself out of her and observed the view from afar, and I watched a small drip of my pleasure drip from her pussy lips onto the floor.
“Beautiful.” I mumbled under my breath. “What do you need to… clean up?”
She stood up and turned around, revealing a devilish smile. Before I knew it, she was in front of me, planting a sloppy wet kiss on my lips. Without another word, she put her thong back on over the mixture of our fluids covering her sex and walked out of the kitchen. All I could do watching her walk away was shake my head in misbelief.
For the next hour and a half or so, we watched the rest of the football games as we always did. Kelly got dressed again, eventually going to the bathroom and hopefully cleaning up the mess I made of her. I could tell Casey was avoiding looking at me, just as I had tried avoiding him before. Whether angry or shameful, I had a feeling he knew. And as fucked up as it was, I’m glad he knew.
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