1. The Wager


    Date: 10/19/2014, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: BradCarpenter, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    iPhone and speed dialed Sally. Just as it started ringing, he remembered that she would be in client meetings all day and hung up. Damn you again, Sally. You’re not playing fair. But this is going to make the blowjob so much sweeter. When did Sally learn how to use the CD burning software? How did she plant the CD? She has keys to both cars, but she’s in client meetings all day. Nothing was beyond her when she wanted to win. A pulled-pork barbecue sandwich and a Guinness followed by listening to real Mozart did a lot to soothe his ragged nerves. A blinking message light on his desk phone welcomed him back to the office. A lengthy journey through passwords and menus finally yielded Sally’s voice. "Hi, Sweetheart. I saw you on my missed call list, and now it looks like we’re playing phone tag. I do hope you’re day is not too hard. Are you thinking about the prize? Careful what you wish for. You might get so excited that you lose. What will it be? Maybe cum swallowing oral sex? Has your male been canceled yet? By the way, don’t think about buying new stamps. I signed yours on the back. Love you." What a day. Bill made his way back to the car extremely thankful that the rest of the afternoon had been uneventful, both personally and professionally. The car had a little muskiness left over from the Obsession. Funny, he hadn’t noticed it at lunch. He ejected the CD before starting the engine – still Mozart. Better safe than sorry. The rush hour traffic was frustratingly slow, as ...
    usual, but tonight Bill wanted to get home before Sally to have a drink and chill and check on those damn stamps. The traffic chopper reported a sun delay around mile marker 127; no big deal, it happened every sunny day. Sure enough, the traffic slowed and the sun angled right in Bill’s eyes just at 127. Lost in his normal routine, he pulled the visor down and a pair of lacy lilac bikini panties bounced off his face and into his lap. Bill realized that the muskiness in the car wasn’t leftover Obsession after all. It was panties soaked with cum and pussy juices and left to bake all afternoon in the hot car. He fought to quell the expansion of his dick, but another perforation bit the dust. He shoved the panties in his briefcase and finished the drive home wondering if he would get there without tripping any more of Sally’s landmines. "Hello, Darling." Sally’s voice came from upstairs as Bill closed the front door. Damn, there went the drink and recharge time. "Hi, Honey. I thought you had to work late." "I took a vacation day so I could give you my full attention. Come on upstairs," she said. Like a man headed to the gallows, Bill climbed the stairs to the bedroom. Sally was leaning casually against the four-poster footboard dressed in a pale yellow silk nightgown. Although the opaque gown hid Sally’s body from direct view, it clung nicely and revealed all of her delightful textures. The smoothness of her breasts, the almost imperceptible color change and the slight bumpiness of ...
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