Wait for the weekend

Your wife was a hard worker and if she was really stressed you figured it would be best to talk to her when she could relax. Saturday morning you woke up and kissed Whitney's cheek as you spooned her.

"Mmm someone's awake," she said.

"I am," you said, "I missed my wife all week."

"She missed you too," she said checking the time on her phone, "oh fuck," she threw off the sheets and rushed out of bed.

"Tell me it's not work," you said.

"No it's Lola, I'm supposed to be getting her from the airport in 30 minutes."

"We're like an hour from JFK babe."

"I know that's why I need to run."

She took the quickest shower you'd ever seen her take and flew out the door with a kiss. You had completely forgotten Lola was coming to stay for the week, she was Whitney's oldest friend but now she lived in Texas near where they'd gone to college so Whitney rarely saw her though when she did it was always a party. You spent the morning cleaning, making up the guest room and making breakfast for them. The girls got back right as you'd finished, the sound of their laughter and talking preceding them by a bit.

"Here we are," said Whitney opening the door.

"Burt," said Lola running to hug you, "oh my god it smells good in here."

"Just finished it," you said taking her bags, "have a seat and I'll bring it out."

"Whit you are spoiled," said Lola, "cooks like this and I can't get a text back after I lick a guys asshole."

"Lola oh my god," said Whitney.

You set the food out and Lola dove in, "I need to find a man who can cook, anything else is secondary."

"Mimosas?" you asked.

"Whit," said Lola, "can I borrow him? Just like a month I'll give him back."

"Lola you know I said no more of that when we got married."

"I don't need his cock just his food...actually, no I want the whole package."

You put the drinks down only fueling whatever they had planned.

"Well does he have a brother?" asked Lola, "or a sister?"

"Only child," you said.

You had no idea where Lola put the food or drink, she was five feet tall on her tippy toes and like ninety pounds soaking wet.

"So," said Lola as she finished her fourth mimosa, "shopping, dinner in Patchogue, concert, bars."

"In that order," said Whitney, "Burt, you still good to pick us up tonight?"

"Let me check my schedule," you said miming looking at a calendar, "yeah I'm free."

"Funny too," said Lola, "Whit you better hold on to him or I'll steal him."

"Can we go?" snapped Whitney.

"**** is a crime Lola," you said as they made for the door.

"I'd let you lock me up," said Lola.

"Bye," said Whitney barely kissing your cheek as she pushed Lola out the door.

You had an easy day since you'd sped through your chores so you mostly read and waited for the girls. They finally texted you around 2 am and you drove out to them.

"Burt!" said Lola clearly hammered, she climbed into the passenger seat and pressed a sloppy kiss to your cheek.

"That's my seat," said Whitney following behind and settling for the back seat.

You drove as Lola filled you in on the whole day while Whitney passed out in the back seat.

"Still can't keep up," said Lola.

"I don't know why she tries."

You got home and Lola got the doors as you practically carried Whitney to bed. She hit the bed with a groan and barely kicked her shoes off before pulling the blankets up.

"She was drinking with a vengeance," said Lola.

"Yeah I think she's upset at work," you said, "not that she'll talk to me, you know anything?"

"What? No," said Lola, "I'm gonna turn in."

"Aspirin in the nightstand," you said, "Gatorade in the fridge, coffee will brew itself at 8 am."

"She really doesn't realize how lucky she is with you," said Lola, "sorry, good night."

You didn't sleep well, Whitney snored loudly when she was drunk. The next morning you woke up at eight and went to get coffee. Lola came in a moment later in a sports bra and tight shorts.

"Went for a run," she said.

"How are you alive right now?"

"I can handle my liquor," she said.

You poured a mug of coffee and handed it to her.

"Black right?"

"You always remember," said Lola.

"Lactose intolerant," you said, "and you're sweet enough," you said quoting her.

"I am," she said giving a comically fake smile.

"You want breakfast?"

"Should we wait for Whit?"

You gave her a look and Lola laughed, "you're right she's down for the count."

"What are you making?" asked Lola hovering.

"Oh I was thinking, stuffed french toast."

"Wait, that stuffed french toast?"

"Mhm."

"Don't tease a girl," said Lola, "I'm getting all worked up."

"I'm not a tease," you said, "shower and I'll get it ready."

Lola took a long shower which was good because she was done when the food was. She came out in an oversized tee that almost went to her knees.

"I'm gonna fucking cum," she said as you put a plate down in front of her, "is this candied bacon!?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Burt if you were literally any other guy I would be sucking your cock so hard right now."

You weren't sure how to respond so you didn't simply taking a seat and eating with Lola.

"What's the plan for today?" you asked, "since you killed my wife?"

"I told her to slow down," said Lola, "I don't know we were going to hang out but I guess not."

"Well you're welcome to take the car."

"Nah," she said, "we can stay here or whatever."

You went to check on Whitney and while she was still breathing she wasn't totally conscious.

"Hey Whit," you said rubbing the side of her head, "you ok?"

She groaned.

"You want breakfast?"

She looked like she might heave.

"You want me to do anything for you."

"Take Lola," muttered Whitney, "she's so loud."

You chuckled, "you got it babe," you said kissing her cheek.

"We're being kicked out," you said as you found Lola licking her plate clean.

"Where are we going?"

"Let me shower," you said, "I'll think of something."

You took a quick shower and once you were dressed and had an idea you knocked on Lola's door.

"Come in," she said.

You opened the door and found her naked pulling on a thong.

"Jesus christ Lola," you said covering your eyes.

"Burt come on you've seen it all before."

"Yeah," you said, you opened your eyes and found her standing in front of you in nothing but the thong.

"Take it in, this is your thank you for breakfast."

She pulled on a short skirt and a tight top.

"Alright let's roll."

You drove Lola out to the north fork.

"Burt," she groaned, "I can see farms in Texas."

"But are there dozens of wineries all in a few miles of each other?"

"I should know better than to question you."

"Don't let it happen again," you said with a smirk.

Some of the wineries had live music, some had food trucks, you let Lola do most of the drinking, you got Whitney a few of her favorite bottles and a bouquet of farm fresh flowers. Lola watched you almost mournfully as you put the stuff in the car.

"You're such a good guy," she said, "I," she stopped.

"You'll find someone," you said.

"That's not it," she said.

"What's wrong?" you asked, "I can tell you're upset."

"It's just," she looked up at you and then turned away, "it's stupid," she said.

"Come on," you said wrapping an arm around her.

"You're right," she said, "I'm just lonely."

"If I'm ever single," you said picking her up over your shoulder, "I'm scooping you up."

"Burt!" she squealed and giggled.

You drove back home and pulled up as the sun was setting. Whitney greeted you at the door technically conscious but seemingly annoyed by that.

"Thanks babe," she mumbled as she took the flowers, "no dick sucking occured right?"

"I didn't do any," said Lola, "Burt wanted a recipe from this one food truck though and the guy was being difficult."

Whitney just stared at Lola.

"Dinner?" you asked.

"No," said Whitney whose stomach seemed to turn at the notion of food.

"I'm hungry," said Lola, "what are you gonna make me?"

"Well I was actually going to be lazy and order a pizza."

"New York Pizza is literally the only thing that I will accept in lieu of your cooking," said Lola.

Whitney retreated to bed and you and Lola ate and watched a baseball game.

"Aaron Judge is so fucking hot," said Lola, "he could literally toss me around and I'd thank him."

"A strong breeze could toss you around," you said earning a punch in the arm.

An inning later and Lola was asleep on your shoulder as the Yankees blew another lead. You managed to wake her enough that she went and climbed into her own bed and you climbed in with your wife.

"You two have fun?" she asked.

"Of course," you said, "would have been better with you though."

Whitney leaned back into your arms.

"Is everything ok Whit?" you asked, "I know you're stressed at work."

"It's fine," she said pulling away from you.

"Whit its not fine," you said, "I can't remember the last time you got this hammered."

She leaned back into you, "it will die down soon, the partners will all jet off for vacation."

You kissed her and she pressed her ass up against your crotch.

"Sorry we didn't get to have any fun this weekend," said Whitney, "I'm still not feeling great."

"It's fine," you said a little disappointed.

"You good to keep Lola company all week?"

"Wait you didn't take any time off to spend with her?"

"No Burt, it's not that easy," she snapped.

"I'm just surprised is all," you said rolling away from her.

You didn't sleep much and before you knew it Whitney was up getting ready for work. After her shower you heard her in the hallway talking to Lola but you couldn't really make out what was being said. You could however tell things were getting heated. She came in a moment later and flew through the rest of her morning routine.

"Everything ok?" you asked.

"It's fine," said Whitney.

She sat down next to you and placed a kiss to your lips, "listen," she started, "I'm sorry about this weekend but I have an idea for how I'm going to make it up to you."

"Oh?"

"I told Lola she could suck your cock," said Whitney, "just this week, just because I'm not around."

"Whit," you started.

"I mean it," said Whitney, "no sex though, you're still mine."

This seemed strange but before you could press the issue she kissed your cheek and was out the door. Didn't seem much point in trying to get any sleep so you got an early start. You got out of the bathroom after the shower in just a towel and ran into Lola in the hallway.

"Morning," she said her eyes darting to your crotch.

You pulled the towel off as Lola's eyes widened.

"Nothing you haven't seen before right?"

"Right." she said darting into the bathroom.

You made a quick breakfast and got ready for your day, "if you want the car you've gotta drop me off."

"No problem," said Lola, "3:30 good for me to get you?"

She dropped you off and gave you a hug, "have a great day sweetie," she yelled clearly trying to embarrass you, "be nice to the other kids."

The day was boring compared to how eventful the weekend had been and soon you got out and found Lola waiting, "some of these educators are hot," she said checking out the principal, "any of them you think would fold me in half?"

"Probably," you said, "but most of them are married."

"Shame," she said, "speaking of married though," she said rubbing your thigh, "I know Whitney told you, wanna find an empty parking lot and pretend we're high school kids?"