Dean tries to get lucky

Dean gets one last good look of Richard fucking Larissa before heading downstairs and to the backyard where Brooke is.

Dean walks past a passed out husband of Larissa and to Brooke at the bar. “Ready to go home?” Dean asked Brooke. She didn’t even question where Dean was, she probably already knew.

Brooke looked over to Larissa’s husband, “What about him?” He was still passed out in a chair. Dean didn’t even look over, “He’ll be fine, let’s go.” Dean took Brooke’s hand and led her home.

Even though Brooke had a scheme going on she was still pretty intoxicated. Dean and her stumbled home together leaving Richard behind, they were just next door after all. Dean opened the door and they both went inside.

Brooke must have been more intoxicated than Dean though because she immediately laid on the couch and shut her eyes, was she going to pass out on him? Dean tried to wake her up and he was being touchy-feely with her, “Hey let’s have some fun,” Dean said. Brooke was shushing him away, “No, I’m tired!” A day of drinking put a number on her considering it wasn’t even dark out and she was ready to go to sleep. What does Dean do now?

Dean thought about his options, none seemed all that great. For a second he thought he was going to get some action so he was currently horny. Brooke was out of the question as she was passed out on the couch. He thought about what was happening next door… maybe he could watch?

Dean quietly exited the house to not wake Brooke on the couch and headed back over to Larissa’s house. He went in the same way her left, through the backyard gate. He wasn’t gone for very much time, everything was exactly where it was before just slightly darker outside, even Larissa’s husband was passed out in his chair. Dean quietly made his way into the house. Larissa was still being as loud as ever.

Dean snuck up the stairs and stood at the slightly open door to watch Richard fuck Larissa. She was still blindfolded and tied to the bed frame. Dean put his hand down his pants to pleasure himself to sights and sounds of Larissa and Richard.

They were going at it for awhile when Richard finally pulled out. Dean jerked his cock faster as Richard started jerking his cock over top of Larissa. Dean came in his pants while Richard unloaded his cum all over Larissa’s body.

Dean stayed quiet trying to listen in. Larissa was breathing heavy and so was Richard. “I know you’re not my husband…” she said. Richard stayed quiet and didn’t seem to care what she was saying. He started dressing himself. “… my husband can’t shut up for 2 seconds…” Dean wasn’t sure if he was ignoring what Larissa was saying or if he just didn’t care. “I knew when you walked in the room,” she chuckled, “and I definitely knew by the size of your cock… wow,” Larissa said. Richard looked like he was going to exit the room. Dean quickly moved down the hall and around the corner to not be caught.

Dean could hear Richard exiting the room and walking down the steps. Dean walked back down to the room Larissa was in and peered in. She was still blindfolded and tied up, Richard didn’t have the decency to untie her or clean her up.

Dean thought about walking away and going home. But what if Larissa’s husband finds her like this? That wouldn’t be good, but is that really Dean’s problem? He didn’t do anything. Dean wasn’t sure what he should do in this situation. He stared at Larissa some more…