A Quiet Tuesday

The next day passes quickly. Work was work.

At one point Brandon does call to share a laugh about my girlfriend's “crazy sister”. Like the others he comments on what a top shelf pussy she had, what a hot body, and he also says that she's a hell of a cock sucker. He also mentions that while she was fun he would never want to be with bitch who was that crazy, which I thought rich coming from him. He does rib me about cumming in my pants but mostly he had called just to recount the experience and share a laugh. I listen with amusement and wonder when we would let him in on the secret. He would find out eventually, at the latest he would discover it during our post challenge party.

Dennis, or Big Daddy Dennis as my girlfriend called him, was the next on our list and would probably be the trickiest to get. He was “happily” married, though I knew he was at least partially miserable with the shrewish controlling Rachel. He knocked her up in high school and they had been together ever since. As far as I knew she was the only woman he had ever slept with, though I wasn't sure as he wasn't the type to talk about his sex life. I was eager to expand his horizons, both for our fun and his. I had gut feeling he would go for it, but I readied myself for the possibility that he could refuse our kinky offer. Dennis was no sure thing.

Dennis was a plumber along with being a stand up guy. I call the big man up and tell him we were having some troubles with our plumbing and ask if he could swing by the next evening. Dennis being Dennis he eagerly agrees, seemingly just excited about getting out of the house for an evening, but then says he'd have to check with Rachel. He calls me back later in the day and tells me he would be there. Unlike Jane I didn't have a convoluted plan. I was going to get him to my place, have Jane come on to him a bit, and then offer her to him for twenty bucks. We would see what happened. If he turned us down, fair enough.

After work I go out with Mike for beers and appetizers, something we often did. Usual place, usual time, usual order, even our regular waitress. We are kicking back chatting and watching sports highlights on the nearby screen. I learn that poor Micheal was being run ragged at work, but he said that things should be slowing down again soon. My ears perk up when he complains what all these long days and nights was doing to his love life and how badly he needed a woman. He asks me how things are with Jane and I tell him that we'd been fucking like rabbits. I told him I was worried my dick might fall off.

“Fuck, just rub it in man.” He gripes. We laugh.

Everything was as normal as it could be, and yet this time was different. I could not stop myself from looking at Mike and imagining him as a lover for my Jane. He was a handsome man. Tall, fit, well kept, and with flawless mahogany skin. I imagine that he must be incredible in the sack. I remind myself it was him she had been after that fateful night we met. Just sitting here laughing and talking with him I realize that he wasn't like the others. I loved the dude. As I sip my beer and look at my best friend I knew it would have to be different with him. No tricks and no twenty bucks, I would just lay it out for him. He needed a woman and I would provide him with one for a night.

When I get home later that evening I find my girlfriend crashed out on the couch still in her work clothes. I stand and look down at my beautiful girl. I can believe she was exhausted. Not only did she have work and all of the other regular things she did, my baby has had sex over a dozen times in less than a week. She had to be bushed. Tonight I would give her a well earned rest.

I lean down and tenderly kiss her sweet lips. She opens her weary brown eyes and smiles.

“Mmmm. Hey babe. I'm glad you're home.”

“You eat yet?” I ask at a whisper.

She nods. “Yeah, before I got home. Ohh baby, today was a bear. I'm so tired.”

I reach down and scoop her up in my arms and lift her up off of the sofa. She puts her arms around me and lays her head on my shoulder.

“Lets go to bed.” I say.

“Mmmm.” She hums in a sleepy voice. “That sounds nice.”

I carry her to the room, undress her, then tuck her into bed. I take a quick shower and soon join her.

As I lay drifting off to sleep I wonder how tomorrow would go with Dennis.