Weeknights: Thursday

"Hey honey, I'm home," I call out as I step through the garage door into the mud room behind the kitchen. Saying the words habitually, before I realize that the the house is dark and quiet, just the light over the sink is on spotlighting a note on the counter. After setting my things down by the door, I walk over to the note. All it says is "Check your phone" in Eliza's handwriting. She knows me too well - I practically never look at my phone on weekdays. I see that I have a voicemail and a text message waiting. I hit play on the voicemail. The recording starts with the sounds of giggling, tipsy women and at least one small moan, then they hush as Eliza starts speaking, slightly breathlessly:

"Honey, sorry that I didn't give you any warning I wouldn't be there to take care of you this evening. The girls asked me to go out to Ladies Night at that brand new club that just opened. Apparently, Nicole ran into the owner somewhere and gave him the blowjob of a lifetime, so now she's on the list and can get us in past the line. I ordered in delivery for you, it should be there soon, and I left a pitcher of homebrew in the fridge. I don't know when I'll be home, so text me before you go to bed and tell me if I can use your cock tonight when I get in or if you need to get up early for work. Love you!" The message ends so I check my text messages - Eliza's sent a pic of herself, Sara, and Nicole posed together in our kitchen prepped for clubbing, dressed in jewelry, stiletto heels, glitter and nothing else. Eliza and Sara are standing while outgoing Nicole is crouched with fingers buried in both my wife and her best friend. I go ahead and text back that she should definitely wake me up with any of her holes as soon as she gets home.

Ladies Night, is a strange old tradition bars do on Thursdays: women actually show up in droves, outnumbering men to the point of being charged extra to get in, while men pay nothing and spend all night being nearly gang-**** by the starving female hordes . It sounds exhausting, but people like any excuse to party, I guess. I'm about to check the fridge when I hear the doorbell ring out. Opening the front door, I see an attractive girl carrying a brown paper bag. She's about Eliza's height and build, and even similar hair and eye color. Her face even bears a very faint resemblance to my wife. The likeness isn't exact: her hair is wavy, not straight, she has noticeably larger breasts than my wife's modest handfuls, and, she's at least a decade younger. But the similarity is enough to trigger the erection reflex my wife always elicits from me.

"Hi! I'm Alyssa. Eliza sent me, can I come in?" the young woman says in a girlish voice. "Please do," I answer as I step out of her way. Inside under the house lighting I can see she's wearing a grey pencil skirt below her bare, black bra top. Very businesslike. "Eliza had me pick this up for us" she says, holding out the paper bag. "Thai, from down the block." I take the bag as we drift through the living area, "So I take it you're the Alyssa that works at Eliza's office? I think she's mentioned you." The girl blushes, "Really, she's mentioned me? I'm just in the admin pool on her floor. I work with her sometimes when she comes in."

"Awesome, nice to meet you. Make yourself comfortable, grab something out of the fridge if you want" I tell her as I head into the kitchen to set the food down. Alyssa happily peels off her tight skirt and tosses it over the back of a chair before seeking out the fridge. As I lean against the kitchen counter, she bends over to look at the drink selection, her ass pointed at my growing bulge, revealing the flared golden end of an inserted buttplug between her cheeks. There's a lot of detail so I lean forward to examine it. It appears be real gold, shaped like a blooming flower with a ribbon across it, engraved with "Congratulations" and a very recent year.

"This is a really nice plug you have in," I compliment her as I take the opportunity to run my fingers through her wet folds . "Thanks, It was a graduation gift from my parents," she answers from the fridge. "I was kind of an anal queen back in school. Go ahead and use my cunt if you want, I'm not really hungry yet either." she says casually as she examines the labels on my beer selection. I kick my pants off and push my dripping prickhead into her young snatch, getting a few deep thrusts in before she leans upright back arched to keep me from popping out, "Is this one very hoppy?" I answer in the negative. "Great! Is it ok if I have it?" she asks politely as she closes the fridge without letting me pop out, then, holding the bottle back towards me awkwardly, "Can you open it for me?"

My hands guide her hips to the correct section of the cabinetry and my cock, still lodged in her pussy, pins them there. She props herself up on locked elbows and arches her back against me so that I can fuck her slowly as I dig in the drawer for a bottle opener. Once found, I set the open bottle within her reach on the counter. With my hands returned to her hips I start to fuck her properly, smashing against her smooth ass and feeling my balls press against her upper mound.

"You and Eliza have a really nice place" she admires of my place, looking over the open bar into the living areas beyond. Before I can reply my phone goes off on the counter nearby. Picking it up without breaking my steady rhythm against the taut ass in front of me, I see it's a video chat request. "It's Eliza calling", I inform Alyssa as I hit the answer icon. "Oh, say hi from me!" she chirps between beer sips. When the video connects, Eliza's face appears, lit from the front and close to the screen as she leans forward, bent over. The angle is such that I can see her tits hanging underneath her body and the blurry outline of a well-built male chest behind her. In the background, I think I see the elements of a rooftop patio area, filled with people moving together in blurry but suggestive stances. Her voice goes in and out as the man behind her slams against her ass, causing her face to move away from the phone's mic. "Hey baby, I just wanted to make sure the delivery showed up on time," Eliza tells me as she rocks with her nameless partner, "Is Alyssa there?" In reply, Alyssa calls over her shoulder at the phone, "Hey Eliza, I'm here, I can't believe you left this cock alone at home!" Eliza's face lights up at the familiar voice. "Oh, great! Doesn't she look just so much like me? Everyone at the office says so."

"She does, but I'm not really looking at her face right now," I joke, looking down at my cock pulling Alyssa's inner lips along on the outstroke. Seeing my gaze, Eliza cries out "Ooo, show me, show me, let me see you fuck her!" so I switch to the other camera and give my wife my point-of-view. "Mmm, I think I'll say on the line til you come. I want to see that creampie," Eliza adds with a lusty voice shaken by the pounding she's getting from her random bar stud. Alyssa obliges with some talented hip work and before long I blow my load deep into the far end of her squeezing young vagina. "Give her the whole show, I'll get more from you later" Alyssa advises, laying down on the counter and spreading her butt open with both hands. I angle the camera for the ideal view as I pull my member out of her gaping hole, getting a great shot of my jizz flowing out of the young lady and down her thigh.

Eliza makes a hungry animal sound from her end of the call, trying to hold herself and the phone up with one hand so that she can rub her clit with the other. "You two have fun tonight, ok?" I flip the phone back to selfie mode to say goodbye. "And hurry up and get her tits out of that bra, they're amazing! I play with them every time I'm at the office." Eliza adds, causing the adorable girl to gag in flattered surprise mid-swallow of her beer. "Let Alyssa know she can spend the night in our bed if she wants and I'll fuck you both when I come home." Beyond my phone, I can see Alyssa looking at me over her shoulder while theatrically removing the gold plug from her stretching anus. I blow my wife a kiss and end the call.