Troubles

"I think we've made a real mess of it, haven't we?" Jean took another drag from her cigarette, blowing the smoke out into the open window next to the couch. Her bare legs rested across Richard's waist, his softening cock still twitched anytime it brushed against her skin. Jean passed him the cigarette, and though he normally did not smoke, these sorts of occasions called for an exception. The early morning light beaming onto her olive skin made Jean shine almost golden, her dark hair glistened, as if a light source in and of itself. The cool breeze traveling in from the open window covered her soft skin in goosebumps, Richard looked at her breasts and the hardness of her nipples.

Richard took another puff and passed the cigarette back to Jean. "Do you mean of the couch, or in general? Either way I'd probably have to agree." Jean smiled and shook her head, putting out the cigarette in an ashtray that she had put next to her on the couch and leaning back to close the window again.

"Both, I'm afraid, but the couch is an easy enough fix." When she had closed the window, Jean moved a little closer to Richard, pressing herself against him to steal some of his body's warmth. Richard wrapped his arms around her happily, enjoying the feeling of her curves pressed into his side.

"I know darling," he whispered, kissing Jean on her forehead. "But we'll figure it out, we always do."

First, Jean and her wife Amy had invited Richard and his wife Lisa on a couples getaway, the coming weekend, something Richard had known was coming, but still worried about. Lisa and Amy weren't really friends, for as far as Richard knew the two of them had hardly ever even interacted before. Yet Amy knew of him and she had never been a particular fan of his, though Jean assured him that she had no idea they were sleeping together. Now the four of them were supposed to spend a long weekend together, shacked up in a cabin somewhere. Richard had half expected his wife to politely decline the offer, he had even counted on it, yet she seemed thrilled to go on the little getaway. Richard worried that his worlds were mixing a little bit too much, as did Jean, though he was hard pressed to let either of them go.

The worst of it was that the troubles did not even end there... Eliza had popped back up and not only demanded Jean's attention once more, she had also revealed that she knew all about Richard and Brianna. It was a disaster waiting to happen. Still, when he had hurriedly told Jean all about it she seemed cool, calm and collected. She was certain the situation could be delicately dealt with, given a little time. Richard supposed that he just had to trust her and keep his head down, Jean usually managed to land on her feet.

Jean slid her hand up to Richards chin and moved his face so her lips could meet his. Richard's hand found a home on her behind, clutching her ass and rubbing his palm along the small of her back. His cock jolted at the feeling of her curves. Looking down, Jean clearly noticed. "Looks like someone isn't satisfied yet... can't have that now, can we?"

With a suppressed groan Richard suddenly jumped up off the couch, giving Jean a welcome view of his naked body. Before she could question him Richard leant down and took her into his arms, lifting her easily off the couch and into the air. Jean squealed in surprise, giggling into his chest as Richard held her up. "There is work to be done darling!" He spoke, turning around to walk towards the bedroom. "Luckily you are my favorite colleague."