Wait for Lisa

I read an investigative report from the alternative paper about some clearcutting in the mountains. When Lisa came back, she was smiling like it was Christmas and she was still blushing. She was carrying two takeout boxes and looked a little discombobulated.

"Let's go home and eat, honey. I got our lunches to go," she said abruptly, grabbing my hand.

With that look on her face, I didn't argue, because I could tell something was up. She walked fast until we were in a less crowded area of the mall. Then she stopped and turned, standing up close to me. She leaned up and kissed me, thrusting her tongue in my mouth. When she broke the kiss, she whispered, "Scout took me to the restroom. I don't know what came over me, but I kissed her. Then she pulled me in the bathroom and we made out for several minutes. She gave me her number. And she's okay with you being there."

My mouth was slack and I closed it to keep flies from getting in. My demure little wife had just made out with a bi waitress and got her number for some action later on, with my attendance welcome. I was impressed. And Scout was a lovely girl that I'd like to get to know better, if given a chance. Lisa had scored on her first attempt. I shook off my surprise and shock, and kissed her hard again. She started rubbing up against me, so I broke the kiss and headed for the car. Once inside, she said, "Scout says she's free tonight or tomorrow during the day. Or next weekend. I'm so excited, I need you inside me right now." Her hand was rubbing the crotch of my pants.

I made it home in ten minutes. We ran inside and started taking off our clothes as soon as we were inside.

"The shower, Steve!" Lisa said as she ran upstairs, her naked ass flexing as she took the stairs two at a time. I was sweating pretty good, so her suggestion was right on target. By the time I entered the master bath, the water was already running and Lisa was under the spray.

I opened the shower curtain and stepped in, and I was met by a deep kiss and a lovely pair of tits pressing against my chest. I bumped her into the wall and slipped inside her. Her screams filled the master bath as we fucked like weasels. Then we washed each other and got out.

I noticed that the bathroom window was open, so the neighbors surely heard us. I didn't point that out to Lisa, not wanting her to stifle her pleasure.

"Scout is still working, so I'll call and leave a message. Is tonight okay, dear?" Lisa said as she got dressed.

"Tonight would be splendid, sweetie. We could inaugurate the grill tonight with some steaks. Perhaps a bottle of wine or two?" I suggested.

"Oh, that sounds wonderful. I'll mention that to her," Lisa said as she closed to kiss me. We made out for two minutes.

I went downstairs to the garage to get the grill ready. It took an hour to clean it and buy a new propane tank. When I got back, Lisa told me everything was arranged -- Scout would arrive at six o'clock. My wife's nipples were clearly visible, fat and poking through her shirt. I smiled, suspecting that she was without a bra today. We both worked on getting the kitchen and the rest of the house reasonably presentable for having just moved in. There were places to cook, places to eat, and places for the three of us to sit and cuddle together. I cleaned the bedroom and made sure condoms were available, yet hidden, just in case I got involved more than spectating.

We finished the preparations, I opened a bottle of red wine, and we got dressed. I resisted the temptation of screwing Lisa again. We had 15 minutes to sit on the couch, Lisa a nervous wreck, before the doorbell rang.