Getting blown and blown off

Shortly after your talk with Marissa Simmons, the CEO of your company, you depart work and head back to your apartment. High off the events of fucking Helen and getting her husband and your boss fired, the commute home flies by for you as you feel like you hit every single green light. Of course, that's not exactly true, but by the time you arrive back at your apartment complex you almost want to call up Natalie or Helen for a another round. But you know that Carrie deserves the next lovemaking session with you, both to reward her for her good work on ensnaring Helen and to share the news of your imminent encounter with Mary and James.

You look for Chelsea as you walk up to your apartment door, but you don't see her l, which is a shame, because she's beautiful and a married woman, aka, a prime target for your and Carrie's machinations. You're curious as to Carrie's plan for Chelsea, because even though you haven't discussed her since she witnessed the aftermath of your encounter with Natalie, you know that Carrie has at least three potential plans for seducing your hot neighbor.

You enter your apartment proper, and pause for a moment as cross the threshold. Your apartment feels...off somehow after your two day absence. You close the door behind you, before conducting a brief search of the premises, and nothing's missing. Unfortunately, unlike the last time you reentered your apartment to a weird feeling, there is no hot blonde in your bedroom trying to seduce you. Satisfied that nothing's wrong and you're just imagining things, you change into something a little more comfortable and veg out on the couch until Carrie's due to arrive. You don't feel like cooking tonight, so you decide that you'll order in takeout later in the evening, once you know what Carrie wants to eat.

At about six o'clock in the evening, your hear a key jingle in the door. You hear a "Hey honey!" as Carrie enters your apartment. You rise from the couch, where you were doing a combination browsing social media while watching a comedy rerun. You turn to look at your loving girlfriend and you instantly feel woefully underdressed.

She's wearing a chic sapphire blue dress, wrapping around her neck in a halter top. It's not generally what Carrie wears when the two of you go out; it's much more demure, the kind of dress that she'd wear when she needed to maintain a modicum of professionalism. The hem of her dress went down to the middle of her thigh, and she's wearing a sensibly short pair of heels, only adding one inch to her height.

Essentially, it's significantly less slutty than what she would normally go out with you in.

"Uh...did I miss something?" you ask, your eyes still roaming over your girlfriend's body.

"I came here to apologize, John, as I'm not going to be able to stay in with you tonight."

"Why not?"

"Earlier today Natalie called me and apologized for ghosting me for the past week. She also invited me to the opening of a new high-end women's club. You wouldn't happen to know why she had sudden change of heart, would you?"

"Nope," you reply, effortlessly lying. "I guess she realized that your friendship was more important than anything else."

"John," Carrie laughed. "Natalie told me you talked to her."

"Oh. I thought she wasn't going to tell you about our meeting? She really told you?"

"Nope. You just did." You groan at Carrie outwitting you, but she silences you by undoing the neck of her dress, dropping it in a heap on the floor. The action reveals that she is braless, though she is wearing a skimpy pair of navy blue panties designed to not show through a formfitting dress. The picturesque scene is mildly broken by Carrie picking up her dress and hanging it on your coat rack, but you figure that she doesn't want it to wrinkle right before her night out with her best friend.

"Thank you," she said, "for talking to Natalie. I greatly appreciate it, and all that you do for me. If only there was a way," she stated, as she got down on her knees and began to crawl to you. "That I could show you how thankful I am."

"You're a clever girl. I'm sure that you can figure it out."

"That I am." Carrie reaches your feet and places her hands on your pants, pulling them down in one motion. Your cock springs out and Carrie gently wraps her hand around the shaft, slowly stroking you to hardness. Her other hand reaches up to massage your balls, and within ten seconds of Carrie beginning her ministrations, you're fully hard and ready to go. Seeing no reason to wait any longer, Carrie engulfs your cock with her mouth, and starts one of her devastatingly effective blowjobs.

Carrie is in a teasing mood tonight as she takes her time, her tongue tickling the underside of your cock head. It seems like she wants to make this blowjob last longer than usual, due to the fact that she will be departing imminently.

And unfortunately, that isn't enough for you. You tap Carrie's head twice, your nonverbal signal to stop, and she pulls off and looks up at you with concerned eyes. You grab her wrist and pull her to her feet, leading her closer to the couch. You then pick her up, which earns you a surprised squawk, and lay her face up on the spine of your couch, with only her head hanging off.

Carrie's eyes alight at what you're doing so you forgive yourself for putting her in what must be an uncomfortable position. You reposition so that your dick is lined up with her mouth, and Carrie eagerly takes you into the back of her throat. This angle also allows you greater access to her throat, and you push your cock further, until Carrie's nose reaches your balls. You hold your cock there for several of seconds, before removing it to give Carrie a brief respite to gulp in a new breathe of air.

You reenter Carrie's throat and work into a rhythm, inserted for eight seconds and then withdrawn for six seconds. Carrie's well practiced skills accommodate you effortlessly, and after a few cycles, you reach down to Carrie's pussy, slide the panties aside, and begin fingering her. Her moans around your cock create an arousing sensation, and you maintain your efforts until Carrie's tell tale signs of an impending orgasm start to appear.

Right as Carrie is about to reach the precipice of no return, you withdraw your hand completely, earning you a frustrated moan. "Not so nice when you're the one being teased, is it?" you taunt, which produces another moan.

Once Carrie has cooled down a bit (though not too much, as you want her close to cumming at all times), you reinsert your fingers, this time focusing on the clit with your thumb. The cry of anguish when you pull away this time is almost enough for you to bring her relief, but you know that her orgasm, when she actually cums, will certainly make it worthwhile.

"Oh, I almost forgot to tell you, Mary responded to me today," you state, as you stimulate Carrie for a third time. "She said that she and James are willing to swing with us tomorrow. Think about that. Two new conquests for us in a mere three days." Carrie is almost delirious with lust at this point, between the news of Mary and your probing fingers. Her free hands grope her tits and pinch her nipples, a move that is as arousing for her to conduct as it is you to watch.

When you remove your hands from Carrie's cunt a third time you genuinely feel bad, as her squeal of need would be hearable by every one of your neighbors if your dick wasn't occupying her mouth. After some time for Carrie to cool off, you go back to Carrie's pussy, and this time Carrie holds your hand there. You saw in and out, deciding that this was an apt time for the both of you to cum.

"I'm going to cum on your face," you inform your girlfriend, and Carrie whimpers in agreement. "And while you'll clean up, you're not going to fully fix your makeup. You won't say anything, but Natalie will notice that something about you looks slightly off. And then it'll hit her, that it's the aftermath of me having my way with you. And though at first she'll feel jealous, she'll quickly realize that this is what she's always secretly wanted. Sharing a man with her best friend."

Your talk also affects you, so when you're about ready to blow, you pull out your cock and begin stroking it, intent on plastering Carrie with your cum. "Fuck Yes! Cum on me!" Carrie shouts, and you're sure that the neighbors heard that. You comply, and the two of you orgasm simultaneously, Carrie spasming from the sheer **** of her orgasm. You, on the other hand, erupt on her face, painting it white with ropes of your cum.

You plop down on your nearby, comfortable armchair, while Carrie rolls off the spine of the couch onto the cushions proper. The two of you sit in silence for some time, before Carrie looks over at the clock.

"Well, I should get going soon or I'm going to be late."

"Have fun with Natalie. Send her my best wishes."