Home to Susan

My mind was filled with lots of pornographic visions and things I wanted to say to Mike, but I decided to get myself out of the already awkward situation as quickly as possible. We talked for a few minutes about his blossoming relationship with the office's buxom beauty, and then we went our separate ways.

Through the years, Mike had showed me barely clothed and even nude pics of the women he was banging, but he'd never slipped up and showed a dick pic. I'm sure he was distracted by his own unusual romantic feelings, but it was really a mess for my already fractured mind. Part of me wanted to feel his dick between my cheeks and his warm sticky cum all over my face.

Not just Susan in a fake Mike body, but the real Mike. In all the years we had known each other, I'd never had a sexual thought about him. Now it was all I could think about.

The first thing I did when I got home was to tell Susan about the pics. Of course I skewed the facts a little. I told her he was showing me pictures from their date and got flustered, accidentally showing me the rest. She didn't need to know it was not the first time he'd shown me pictures of his lady friends, or that I had shared more than a couple of pictures of her with Mike.

"Did it turn you on?" she asked, sounding a little more eager than I had expected.

"A little," I admitted.

"Oh, admit it, you love that big black monster cock," she said. "It sure seemed to do the trick this morning. I had to change the sheets because of all the cum you left on them"

I blushed.

"I love you," she said, placing her hand on mine. "Even if you are a cock hungry slut."

I blushed even more.

"Relax, its great," she said. "These last few days have been amazing. I'm glad you let me pop your cherry."

"So whats in store for tonight?"

"Do you have Meg's number?"

"Yes," I said.

"Well, we can try to recreate those photos if you want," she said with a smile. "Unless, of course, you just want to recreate this morning."

Under the table my cock was as hard as its ever been.