Excuse Himself

"Oh... umm... I...," he stammers after some seconds and tries to find a good excuse for intruding a strangers house, even if he would make a spectacle of himself if they actually put on an act.

"I'm so sorry... I've mistaken you for my sister-in-law... my wife gave me your address and... I didn't mean to scare you like that...!" Jack sputters incoherently, "You look so much like her... I had an argument with Cathy... Please... don't call the police."

"I'm so sorry...," he apologies again and hands her the phone, which she hesitantly takes.

"I... I'll go now... please don't call the police... it was just a big misunderstanding...," the man adds sheepishly while leaving the house.

Back in his car, he takes a deep breath and drives off.

On his way home, the confused man tries to sort the many thoughts which are going round in his head.

It can't be a dream. It certainly wouldn't feel so real or last that long, would it? On the other hand... I couldn't do anything wrong...

What if Cathy plays a weird game? But would she really make such a huge effort to test my fidelity? Refurnish her sister's house...? Convince a friend to seduce me...? Even manage to replace the picture in my wallet...? But is that the woman I married? Is that the woman I want to be with?

Or am I going insane...? — Well, I don't feel like going insane... but... who can tell...? And what would you expect from a madman? Being a good example...? Or rather doing crazy things?

Whatever it is... there seems to be no good reason not to play that game..., he concludes as he gets out of his car.

Jack closes the front door behind him and slips out of his shoes when he hears footsteps from the living room.

"Cathy will surely be too drunk to drive home after her book club," he says with a loud voice and continues in a moderate volume as the busty brunette comes into view, "So we'll have enough time to figure out your financial problem!"

"What...?" the short woman exhales and is puzzled for a moment before showing an impish smile, "Oh... you..."

"Mr. Jack...," she gets back into her role quickly, pretending a Spanish accent.

"Please! I really need the pay raise!" the brunette begs, places her hands on his chest and looks at him with puppy eyes.

"Let me take a shower first!" Jack gently pushes her aside and heads upstairs.

The busty brunette follows him closely and flits into the bathroom right behind him.

"Mr. Jack, I'll help you with that...," the short woman suggests and starts unbuttoning his slightly creased shirt, "And you can think about my pay raise."

"All right," Jack sighs, "How much? Five dollars a week?"

"Mr. Jack!" the brunette replies with an indignant voice and undoes the last buttons, "School stuff is expensive! Notebooks, pencils, textbooks... and—"

"All right!" he interrupts her, "How much?"

"Well...," the short woman purrs, slips her hands under his shirt and slowly strokes over his masculine chest.

"What about...," the busty woman whispers as she slides the fabric over his shoulder, pressing her big, soft breasts against his belly.

"Twenty?" the brunette suggests with a high voice as he takes off his shirt.

"Twenty?" the topless man raises an eyebrow, "How should I justify a raise higher than ten dollars to Cathy?"

"Maybe...," the busty woman thinks, hooks her fingers into his waistband and plays with the button of his trousers.

"Twelve... fifty?" she asks tentatively, presses her tits together and gives him a great view of her ample cleavage.

For a few seconds, Jack's gaze alternates between her puppy eyes and her full, round boobs.

"So anything?" he wants to know without showing any emotion.

"Anything...," the short woman assures him, still maintaining the Spanish accent.

"And you are mine whenever Cathy sleeps over?"

The brunette woman gulps, but nods.

"You know that Cathy will fire you if she finds out a—"

"Yes, Mr. Jack!" the busty woman interrupts him and finally lets his trouser button pop out of its hole.

"So twelve fifty...," the topless man agrees and simultaneously locks the door.

"Thank you, Mr. Jack!" the brunette replies happily, hugs him wildly and spreads gentle kisses all over his chest.

"You won't regret it!" she assures him as she goes down on her knees slowly, rubbing her soft breasts over his belly and crotch.

The busty woman opens his zipper, hooks her fingers into both sides of his waistband and pulls his trousers down to his ankles. Only clad in comfortable, gray boxers, Jack gets a little nervous and looks down at the woman who traces the outlines of his half-erect cock with her fingertips.

"Mr. Jack!" the brunette exhales as his dick suddenly pulses and grows underneath her fingers.

The kneeling woman gently grabs his shaft, wraps it in the fabric and starts stroking. With the other hand, she pulls down the side of his boxers and softly kisses his lightly haired groin, her cheek touching the exposed base of his cock. The busty woman opens her lips and fondly sucks on the tender skin. At the same time, she runs her hand around his hip and grabs his firm buttock.

"Don't give me a hickey!" the half-naked man sighs and hesitantly strokes her straight hair.

"Mhm...," the brunette replies and sucks less strongly.

A few seconds later, she pulls her head back and draws down his boxers, exposing his fully erect dick.

"Mr. Jack!" the busty woman looks up at him with wide open eyes, "I never expected your cock being so big!"

Last chance to jump out of the bathroom cabinet, Cathy! the naked man laughs inwardly, pushes his rock-hard shaft slightly down and holds it, his glans just an inch away from the brunette's glossy lips.

The kneeling woman shows a coy smile and hesitantly opens her mouth, letting him feel her warm breath on his dick. Jack looks deep into her dark brown eyes and gently strokes her straight hair as she slowly moves her head. The brunette wraps her soft lips around the tip of his cock and gently sucks on him, circling around his glans with her wet tongue. The naked man releases his hard dick and puts the second hand on her head, brushes her brunette hair behind her ears and looks at her beautiful face.

The corners of the busty woman's mouth suddenly twitch as if she would try to smile with her mouth full before her rather small lips slide along his veiny shaft, taking about three inches of his hard cock. The kneeling woman takes the base of his dick in both hands and starts moving her head back and forth, fondly sucking on him.

"Mmh...," Jack moans and watches her hollow cheeks, whose soft and smooth insides glide over his swollen glans again and again.

The naked man visibly enjoys the sensual blowjob, which feels so much better than the rare attempts of his wife Cathy.

How must it look and feel if she takes my full length? Jack wonders and gently strokes her straight, silken hair with both hands, slightly tempted to shove his cock deep inside her.