Today’s assignment was a weird one. A guy suspected his girlfriend to be cheating on him with another guy. I got an address, a keypad entry code, and the location of a key to get into a house and check what was going on in the bedroom. It was new for me that we also did this kind of thing, but it sounded easy and should be a quick job.
At the designated time, which was odd because how would that guy know when his girlfriend would be doing the wild thing with someone else, I arrived in the street. I drove past the houses, which were pretty upper-class, with gardens in front of them.
The house I was looking for wasn’t the biggest on the street but still not something to spit at. I parked my car further away and walked back. The key was where I was told it would be.
It worked on the front door, after which there was a second door that had the keypad. I first listened to determine if there were people on the other side. Everything was silent so I typed in the code. The lock released the door and I went through.
The space behind the door was larger than I’d thought. There had to be a staircase ‘in the back’, which I thought to be a weird place, but rich people could afford to be weird.
Quickly I walked through the room, which didn’t really feel like a ‘living room’. There, at the back, in a niche, I found the stairs that went up. Again I listened, feeling like an inexperienced burglar. No sounds yet, so no people. I started to worry. Were there actually people here? Was this some kind of setup to frame an innocent person for breaking and entering? For a moment I decided to leave, but curiosity got the better of me. Also, the idea of catching two people having sex was titillating, so I went upstairs, taking care to be quiet.
On the first floor, there were several rooms, also a few large ones, all empty. And stairs to yet another floor. As I approached that staircase, I heard voices. Things were getting interesting now, and as I climbed the stairs I noticed two female voices and the sounds they made were pretty excited. What the hell?
I wasn’t kept wondering for long. Reaching the top of the stairs, I looked straight into a bedroom where two naked girls were having one hell of a time on a giant bed. One of them was face-sitting on the other one – and saw me standing there. Of course, she screamed. This was not according to plan.
The girl beneath her, with her mouth full of pussy, tried to turn and see what was going on. The girl being eaten grabbed a pillow and held that in front of her, demanding to know who the fuck I was and what the fuck I was doing there. Valid questions, indeed.
“Sorry, girls. I was asked to come here and see if someone was having an affair with another guy,” I said. Honesty usually works.
“Do you see another guy here?” the girl being eaten exclaimed, as she got off the other girl’s face.
“Nope,” I said, liking the view.
“Wait,” the other girl said. “Was that George who asked you to do this? He never wants me to go anywhere without him.”
Still feeling myself in a very awkward position, I explained that I’d been asked through a middle-man, and added again that the person, who’d asked to check, was worried his girlfriend had an affair with another man.
The two girls looked at each other. “That has to be George,” they agreed.
“I have an idea,” the girl with the pillow said as she looked at me. “You can tell him that she doesn’t have an affair with another guy.” She dropped the pillow. “I don’t look like a guy, right?”
The view of her tits and erect nipples made me hard and were ample proof she was not a guy, so I told her so.
The girls whispered among themselves and occasionally looked at me. They giggled and nodded.
“We have a great idea,” George’s girlfriend said. “Why don’t you get out of your clothes and join in with us? I’m not having an affair with another guy but with his sister.” She pointed at the girl whose pussy she’d been eating just before. “I have a crush on her, being bi, and I think it would be great to eat her and be fucked by you at the same time. Just to get back at George without him knowing it.”
“Yeah,” the other girl said, patting the bed. “Join us. We’d have a lot of fun. You only get to fuck her though. I’m only into girls, but I want to see you fuck her. It’ll be our secret.”
This was turning into quite an adventure, but I couldn’t ignore such an invitation. I was out of my clothes fast. My cock liked that freedom, and the bi girl clearly did too. As soon as I got onto the bed, she reached for my stiff member, leaned over, and started sucking me. Her girlfriend knelt down behind her and started licking her pussy, which was entirely hot to see.
The woman’s sucking skills were amazing. She got me close to cumming very quickly, then let go and looked up at me. “Fuck me while I eat her,” she said as she rolled onto her back and spread her legs for me. I watched the lesbian girl sit down on her mouth and enjoyed the view and their sounds as I slowly rubbed my cock. Once they were ‘comfortable’, I lay down between her legs and shoved my cock inside her. That was easy; she was soaking wet. She moaned, despite her mouth full of pussy.
Another interesting bit was that, while fucking the girl who wanted it, my face was close to the tits of the girl that didn’t want to be fucked. ‘By accident’ I managed to brush my face against her tits, and she didn’t comment on that. That was great because the brushing made her nipples hard and long, which aroused me to no end.
The girl I was fucking managed to tell me I shouldn’t cum inside her, which I hadn’t planned on anyway. I told the two I wasn’t far from that, so I had to pull out.
To my surprise, the two leaned over to have their faces close to my cock, and one of them started jerking me off. It didn’t take long before I shot my load over her face. Immediately she took my cock in her mouth and slowly sucked until I was spent.
“That is so hot,” the lesbian said as she traced a finger through the cum streaks on her lover’s face.
The bi girl let my cock slip and turned her face to kiss her friend. As if they had forgotten I was there, they rolled over on the bed and started making love. I watched them, and after a while, I put my clothes back on. They didn’t seem to notice, so I simply left the way I had gotten into the house. Once I was in my car, I took my phone and texted, “Client can be assured. The girl is not seeing another guy.”
I love my job.
