I was asked a while back to write about the housewives of McKinney, Texas, an upscale bedroom community north of Dallas. I declined to write about the ladies, my close friends, out of fear that I might be discovered. I was assured that if I didn’t give their true names, no one would know. Still. I was hesitant to write anything because, you know, ladies talk.
Then one of our group members decided she would start chronicling our discussions, so to beat her to the punch, I decided I’d write down our stories, often retold with great excitement every Monday when we meet at a local Starbucks.
There are five of us, Jane, Roxanne, Emily, Joanne and me, who shall remain nameless, for now. We all met on-line in a social media group and over a period of several months, we had many great discussions, so someone suggested we meet up in person. When we got together, it was as though we were all, already, good friends, having chatted and posting notes to one another in a social media chat, for several months. We knew the names of each other’s husbands, and their quirks, and the names of our kids and the schools they attended.
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Roxanne was an enigma. She was the quiet one in our group and as often as we met, she never really seemed to fit in. I don’t know if it was her ultra-conservative Christian upbringing or a simple shyness issue, but she simply wasn’t as gregarious or outgoing in our group conversations, when it came to talking about sex. It was like she had secrets and they were not for sharing.
“My sex life,” she said, “is nothing special. It’s OK, but I really don’t have any stories to tell.”
“She has a wild side,” Jane teased, “She just doesn’t want us to know about it.”
So, after four or five weeks of meeting up, I decided it was time to get to know Roxanne a little better, much like I had gotten to know all of the other ladies in our little social circle. I invited Roxanne to join me for a light snack and some wine, but she politely declined.
I was stupefied. No one had ever refused to join me for snacks. I waited a day or so and called Roxanne back. The conversation seemed a little more relaxed, so after some idle chit chat, I pressed Roxanne for a private meet up.
“I just want to get to know you a little better,” I said. “You’re such a quiet and private person and I can respect that. I’m just needing someone other than the other girls in our group to chat with. I think I can trust you.”
My declaration of need and trust seemed to break down the barrier.
Stepping into Roxanne’s palatial west McKinney house, I was immediately struck by how formal it looked. Nothing was out of place and it was if I had stepped into a house straight out of the pages of an upscale architectural magazine.
It was shortly after noon, and Roxanne met me at the door, a glass of wine in hand and dressed “to the nines” in stiletto heels, skin-tight white leggings, and a lose-fitting designer blouse. Her hair was neatly styled, her mails were neatly manicured and she had a perfect fashion-model look.
I had to look at my phone to make sure it was one o’clock in the afternoon.
“I won’t stay long,” I said, stepping into her impeccably decorated house. I assumed she was dressed up for a business meeting and it didn’t take me long to confirm my suspicion.
“But don’t worry,” Roxanne replied, “I work from home and my meeting won’t take long. He’s a regular client.”
I had always assumed Roxanne was simply a stay-at-home-mother and she was the last person I would have suspected of running a home-based business.
“So, what is it that you do?” I asked as we sat down in her living room. Roxanne took up a seat right next to me, leaving a small space between us.
“Business consulting, counseling, a little personal therapy,” she replied matter-of-factly. “You name it, I can do it.”
My curiosity was piqued.
“How did you get into this line of business?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” Roxanne replied, “I guess I saw a need and kind fell into by accident.”
“Are you degreed in counseling?” I asked.
“Not really,” Roxanne replied. “And, we won’t go into that. I dropped out of college and for the most part, I am still a stay at home mother for the kids. The husband goes off to work and I have a lot of free time between then and the time the kids come home around four. So, I got tired of hanging around at the Country club with all the snooty women and I decided to open up a home-based business.”
I was impressed.
“How do you get your clients?” I pressed.
“Word of mouth,” Roxanne replied.
At about that time, the doorbell rang, and Roxanne excused herself to answer the door. I couldn’t see the front door from where I was seated in the living room, but I could hear Roxanne greeting and welcoming into her house, a male voice. She stepped into the entry into the living room, her arm looped under the guy’s arm. I immediately recognized the guy as Emily’s husband. Emily was another housewife in our small enclave.
“Do you know Jim?” Roxanne asked as she and her guest made their way into the living room. To say I was shocked would have been an understatement. I quickly made my way to my feet as Jim extended his hand in my direction and politely introduced himself, proffering a quick wink and a toe-to-head assessment of myself.
“Jim is one of my clients,” Roxanne said mildly. “We’ve been seeing each other…“
Roxanne’s voice trailed off and Jim completed her unfinished sentence, “… about a year.”
Jim was dressed casually in a blue button-down shirt and business slacks.
“Is your wife named Emily?” I asked.
“Yes,” Jim replied, a confused look crossing his face. “Do you know her?”
“Not really,” I replied. I was lying through my teeth. “I think I met her once at the Country Club.”
Jim slipped his arm around Roxanne’s waist and asked,
“How much time do we have?”
“The afternoon is all yours,” Roxanne replied, slipping her hand into Jim’s hand and moving Jim’s hand to her butt.
“So, is it just the two of us, or is your friend joining us?” Jim asked.
“I don’t know,” Roxanne replied, looking in my direction.
I was totally confused.
“I can go,” I replied.
“No,” Roxanne quickly shot back, I’d like for you to stay and join us.”
I looked at Jim and he simply smiled, then opined, “I like your look.”
I was really confused at this point, but then suddenly, for whatever reason, it all came together for me, as I stood there, awkwardly trying to process things. I probably turned about four shades of red at that point.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” Roxanne said, breaking the awkward silence, as she leaned in against Jim.
Jim stepped away from Roxanne and towards where I stood, transfixed between the living room and the front door. A part of me said, “Time to go”, but another part of me said, “Don’t abandon your friend.”
Jim took my hand into his and placed my hand on to his chest.
“It would be my pleasure to pleasure you,” he deftly noted, looking straight at me.
Oh boy. I was in deep trouble. Jim’s steely blue eyes practically melted me right there. He moved my hand from his chest to his side, as he stepped in closer to where I stood.
“You don’t have to, if you don’t want to,” he added.
Oh hell. I was in lust within seconds.
I looked past Jim to Roxanne.
“You set this up, didn’t you?” I pressed.
“Maybe,” Roxanne replied.
Maybe my ass. Jim’s hand was now on my side, pulling me gently in closer to himself. My boobs were now pressing against him and there was no turning back. He pressed his lips to mine and that was all that it took for me to fold.
A sudden and very familiar rush of excitement filled me, as Jim silently slipped his hand up under the edges of my top and felt for the snap to my bra. In an instant, I was both shirtless and braless, as Jim gently massaged my bare breasts, teasing and tweaking my hardened nipples with his fingers. Roxanne stepped behind Jim and stripped him of his shirt, as he toyed with my breasts.
Oh my God! The man had a hairless chest to die for. Roxanne didn’t stop with Jim’s shirt. She unfastened his belt and stripped him of his slacks. Jim’s erection pressed against me, as we stood and kissed. Roxanne stripped Jim of his boxer shorts and he stepped out of the ensemble of clothing gathered around his ankles, slipping out of his Bruno Marli’s in the process. My hands found their way to his crotch and he hummed his approval as I toyed with his hardened tool.
Roxanne was not done. She slipped behind me and helped me out of my jeans, which was not an easy task, given that it took me almost twenty minutes to get into them.
Jim led me to the couch and as I settled on to it, he parted my legs and quickly dove between them to begin one of the most intense oral stimulation I have ever had to suffer through. Poor me. I could barely control myself.
At some point, Roxanne decided to get in on the fun and as Jim pulled back from pleasuring me, Roxanne took over. Oh my Gawd, that woman!
Jim stripped Roxanne of her leggings. She stopped pleasuring me just long enough to pull off her top. Jim unfastened her bra and she managed to slip out of it without stopping her oral copulations. I was about to explode when Jim jammed his cock straight into Roxanne’s dripping wet pussy, as she licked feverishly at mine.
Roxanne’s eyes widened as Jim’s cock filled her pussy and he began rhythmically banging away at her from behind.
Oh my Gawd! I thought I had died and gone to heaven.
Jim dug his fingertips into Roxanne’s hips, and she buried her head in my crotch, her fingers digging into my parted thighs. I grabbed a hand full of Roxanne’s hair and held on to it, as she began to tremble and shake uncontrollably.
Jim shot his load straight into Roxanne from behind her, pulling out for a brief second, and allowing the rope-like stream of cum to shoot across her butt and her back.
Roxanne was spent. She slipped to the side and for the first time, I got a real good look at Jim’s massive tool, glistening with the pussy juices of Roxanne and still as hard as ever. Jim looked at me and as I patted my vagina, he moved in for the kill.
Jim had a huge cock and when I say it was huge, I was not exaggerating. I was scared to take him on, but I did so anyway. As he plunged his tool deep inside of me, a massive orgasm immediately overtook me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and raked my fingertips across his back. Oh-my-Gawd!
Jim pummeled me for several minutes and then declared he couldn’t do it anymore. He fell on to the couch beside me, spent and delirious, his massive tool still hard and still begging for attention. I grabbed his tool and wrapped my fingers around the shaft, holding on to it. I’m not sure why I did so, but it felt good to have his cock in my hand.
That afternoon fuck session was absolutely one of the best I had ever experienced in years. As we sat there, contemplating what had just transpired, I told Jim that if he and Emily ever needed a third party, to count me.
“Oh! hell no,” Roxanne declared as she argued back. “I am the official third party. Besides, Emily would never go for a three-way. She’s simply not the type.”
Jim agreed.
The three of us showered and as I toweled off, Jim asked me for a blow job, which I was more than happy to provide. Roxanne settled on to her bed and checked messages on her cell phone. Jim was a challenge, but one that I knew I could handle, and it didn’t take long for me to get him to shoot his load down the back of my throat. Yep, and I swallowed every bit of what he had to provide.
Nothing like that day has repeated itself, but, I am forever grateful to my little slutty friend, Roxanne, the McKinney housewife who had big secrets to keep and who I have dubbed as the, “best little whore in a white house in McKinney, Texas.”
