Head back home

You had a stupid grin on your face as you got dressed. Earlier today you couldn't even imagine yourself getting intimate with another woman yet here you were getting your dicked sucked by one of the most beautiful girls you had ever seen. Reagan stayed on the bed, her wet cunt glistening in the sunlight.

"Remember to fix the faucet before you leave," she asks.

You head downstairs to do just that as you replay the memory of face fucking her in your head. June would never let you be so rough with her but Reagan seemed to enjoy it as much as you. By the time you finish repairing the faucet Reagan joins you wearing a new set of clothes. The housewife had donned on a red apron and behind that were two pieces of red lingerie which wrapped around her body tightly.

"Thank you," she says as she kisses your cheek.

"So where does this leave us?" you ask.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you did just blow me and we are both married."

"What about it?"

"You not concerned your husband will find out?"

"I don't see why I should be. We're neighbours, we are supposed to get close."

Unconvinced you'd get anything more out of her, you head home. Inside you are greeted by the pleasant smell of a roast in the oven and a soup simmering on the stovetop. You grab a spoon and have a small slip only for June to materialize out of nowhere with your arms crossed.

"Just where have you been?" she asks.

"I went for a walk," you say, more interested in the soup than the conversation.

"Where were you? Why are you wearing different clothes?"

"Relax," you told your wife. "Why are you so grumpy all of a sudden."

"Our neighbours will start arriving in less than an hour. I had to prepare everything myself while wondering where my husband was. And whose clothes are you wearing?"

"Mr Allister. He lives across the street. My clothes got wet so I needed a change. What is with you?"

"Just don't be gone for so long next time."

Compared to how easy going Reagan was, June felt like a nightmare. Every little thing had to become a huge issue for her. Was she really the woman you wanted to grow old with? You had just moved in but already felt like you had the worst lot in the neighbourhood.

"Hey babe," you say as you push June against the nearest wall. "You need to take your mind off of all thing. Have a break." You run your fingers along her back and kiss her which she hesitantly accepts.

"I want you to blow me," you whisper in her ear.

"No," she says.

"C'mon. Do it here. No one will see."

"I'm not going to fucking blow you. People will be arriving soon. I don't have the time."

Rejected, you give up and start helping June prepare for the party.