Clumsy....

When Lucy squeezes your arm, you twitch involuntarily. Perhaps it's jitters, or surprise, but you end up bumping the bottom of her glass, and the half full martini ends up decorating the front of Lucy's golf shirt.
"Oh, shit..." you stammer as you grab a napkin from the bar. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay." Lucy laughs, drying herself. "I still have a bedroom in this house, with some clothes for emergencies." She sets down the glass, and leans close, breathing next to your ear. "Wait five minutes. Last door on the left."
Your face flushes with heat as she saunters away. You watch her glorious butt sway out of sight. You grab a bottle of Laphroaig from the bar and pour yourself a shot. The peaty scotch burns in that familiar way, and you look at your phone. No messages, no missed calls. {if JxJHotwife = 1
}With your... arrangement with Jenna, nothing has been said about what you are allowed to do... but isn't it only fair? You've been fantasizing about this girl ever since she first flounced her way on to the golf course. {elseif HallPass = 1
}Is this your Hall Pass moment? You didn't think you'd get an opportunity so quickly. {elseif JxJLater = 1
}You've been trying to keep to the high road after the upsetting revelation regarding Jenna's indiscretion, but maybe you need... something more, to even the scales. {elseif JxJCool = 1
} Maybe you need to redress the balance against Jenna. You don't want to descend to her level, but your hurt feelings and pride could use a little... soothing... {else
}What Jenna doesn't know won't hurt her. {endif
}
After a minute, you make your way to the last room on the left. As you pass by the second door, the sounds of sex are clear and unmistakable.
"Oh, fuck... Ana that's so fucking tight, baby...."
"Give...." you pass further down, losing the rest of the sentence.
You rap a knuckle on the door.
"Come on in, James."

You're jaw drops unbidden at the sight of Lucy, in a pair of black heels, and a lacy blue halter top nightie and not much else.
"Like what you see, James?"
You swallow. "Absolutely." You shut the door, kicking off your shoes and admiring her round ass and peachy skin as she turns and bends at the hips to show off.
"Get over here, stud. I'm going to show you some hospitality." She smiles, crooking a finger and slowly dropping to her knees on the soft carpet. You oblige her, opening your belt and pulling it loose. When you reach her, she finishes the work, dragging your shorts and boxers down until your turgid cock springs free.
"Oh.... I KNEW it....!" she seems very pleased... "I knew you had a nice cock." She holds your member, admiring it for a moment, before beginning to suckle on the tip, working up saliva to spit over it before stroking two handed, while meeting your downward gaze with a smile.
"That's nice, baby." You stroke her blonde hair, and she responds by plunging your cock into her hungry mouth, never breaking eye contact.
She sucks your cock enthusiastically for a few minutes, alternating two handed strokes with some hands free bobbing, and occasonially throating while you press on her head for encouragement, until she comes up coughing one time.
"Sorry."
"It's okay, honey. You're just thicker than I'm used to..." she smiles crookedly. "I mean..."
You smile, cupping her chin with you hand.