A lovely blowjob from your girlfriend

You jolt awake, ejaculating violently as you sit up. You peek under the covers, and tucked underneath there is the familiar silky chocolate colored hair of your girlfriend. As your orgasm peters out, Carrie lovingly licks and sucks the last strands of your cum, before pulling off and moving to your side to cuddle. You hug her close, loving the feel of her soft shirt against your bare upper body.

You take a deep breath. There's some whiplash from your incredibly vivid dream, you need to take a beat to adjust back to the waking world. A small part of you wishes that it was reality, but you know deep down that there's no way such a thing could ever happen.

"You were so turned on this morning. My technique improving that much?" Carrie asks, aimlessly toying with your softening dick.

You kiss her forehead, and respond. "Your technique has always been exquisite. But no, I just a lovely vision of an impossible future."

"Oooh, that sounds interesting, tell me all about it."

"Well, You and I were married, for one, and we had a newborn daughter. We lived in an impractically large mansion, and we even had a maid out of a porno film."

"That actually sounds kind of lovely."

"That's not all. We apparently also have a schedule of married women who came over to get fucked. You were a planning genius in how you managed to get so many taken women in and out in a single day."

"Huh. I think my mother would actually be proud of that."

"But how?"

"Well, according to her, one thing every young wife should be able to do is keep order in her household. Because if the house isn't in order, then chaos reigns. It sounds like your fantasy version of me does that with aplomb."

"I guess you do." You agree. You take a look over at your alarm clock and see that it's about to ring in a couple minutes, signaling your time to wake up. You turn it off and slowly disengage from Carrie, intending to start your day. You and Carrie both head to the shower, and soon she's clean and dressed in her yoga instructor outfit. Today it's a simple pair of navy blue yoga pants with a white sports bra. You, on the other hand, have your typical work complying clothing, a white collared shirt with black slacks.

As you two walk to your car, you take a hold of her hands and kiss her slightly on the lips. You pull back a little, and ask her.

"So, how long are you going to be gone this weekend?"

"I'll get back to the city late Sunday night. Haven't decided yet if I'm going to come over or just crash at my place."

"Either works for me."

"Sounds wonderfull. I'll let you know what I decide as I'm heading back. And one more thing. Keep a close eye on Ted. See if he's doing anything fishy, something that we could potentially use as ****."

"Woah. That's kind of serious."

"Seducing a married woman takes the willpower to do whatever it takes."

"I understand. Don't worry, I'll try to do my best detective impersonation."

"I wish I could see that." Carrie moves to turn away but before she does, she closes in with a kiss and murmurs, "I love you, and in my absence, I hope Natalie takes good care of you this weekend."

"I love you too. And I don't think she's too interested in sleeping with me again."

"Don't be too sure of that. She's been ignoring my texts, but a part of me still feels good about winning the bet."

And with that you're off to work, ready to start your investigation of Ted. While you'll miss your girlfriend this weekend, you'll see her again soon and you've been having so much sex this week that it might be nice to go easy for a couple days.

As your commute progress, you mind wanders back to the bet. Did Carrie have inside information on Natalie, aka that she was going to jump your bones in the next couple of days? Or was it purely speculation, trusting in your sexual prowess that fateful night. And if Carrie did win, who would she choose? You had no idea. It could be Mary, your closest female friend who was happily married. It could be Marissa, your lovely seemingly unattainable boss. It could be Summer, the ripe young fruit just waiting to be plucked. Or it could also be Chelsea, your tantalizing neighbor who could come over for a quickie any time at all. In actuality, it didn't even have to be anyone you've talked about; the possibilities were truly endless.

As you pull into the parking lot at work, you shake the thoughts of the bet from your mind. You couldn't control that outcome, and there was another married woman to seduce: Helen. So today was all about focusing on gathering intel, and finding some way to get Ted's wife into your bed.