I’d been dating Andrea for a week following the pool party when I had a phone call from a number I didn’t recognise. I was actually relaxing in my back garden, reading the news on my iPad, so I ignored the call.
Minutes later, a text arrived from the same number: ‘Hi, hope you’re ok, it’s Sally here. Can you talk?’
I know two girls named Sally — one at work and Andrea’s sister. ‘Sally who?’ I replied, put my phone on the table, and resumed reading.
The phone rang again, same number. Because lots of things were happening at work, I thought it was probably Sally on a new mobile. She might need advice or maybe had an update about a meeting booked for later that day.
When I answered, I heard, “Hi Mark, it’s Andrea’s sister.”
“Oh, hi Sally… how are you?”
“I’m good, thanks. Look, I’m ringing to see what you’re doing for lunch today?”
“Nothing planned but I have a work appointment at three.”
“Right, hmm… so, I’m wondering whether you’d like to come over to my place for lunch. Richard is in London and won’t be home till late.”
“That would be nice. What’s your address?”
Sally told me and I agreed to be there about one-thirty.
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I knocked on the door and waited. No response. I knocked again, louder this time. Then I heard movement on the other side of the door and Sally opened it.
“God, is that the time? Sorry, come in. I’ve just got out of the shower.” She wore a bathrobe. “Go through, make yourself at home. I’ll be with you shortly.”
I went into the lounge and sat on the sofa. The television was already on but I was soon distracted when Sally appeared in the doorway. She’d replaced the robe with a matching black lace thong and bra — and fishnet hold-ups.
“I don’t dress up for Richard, it doesn’t turn him on,” she said, looking at a growing lump in my crotch. “And I didn’t get to have you the other day.”
Sally walked sensuously toward me and my reaction was clearly visible as she knelt between my legs. “So, are you going to let me have fun with this nice bulge?” she said, stroking along my jeans before reaching to undo my belt. I felt my cheeks flushing.
“Don’t worry,” she said, “nobody knows you’re here and there’s no need even for the family to know. It’s our secret, okay?”
I nodded then wiggled and raised off the sofa to help as Sally tugged down my jeans and boxers. She wasted no time in putting my cock in her mouth and I got harder and more aroused the deeper she sucked me into her throat.
I groaned when she stopped sucking and planted kisses along my stiff shaft. “I don’t have much time, Sally,” I gasped. “Remember, I’ve got an appointment at three.”
She stood and grinned. “You’d better make it a good hard quick fuck, then,” she said and bent invitingly over an arm of the sofa.
Pulling her thong to one side, I teasingly rubbed my engorged cockhead up and down her wet slit. She glanced over her shoulder and shoved her ass back at me. “C’mon, Mark, put it in.”
I guided my throbbing erection to her opening and entered her in one hard thrust.
“Oh fuck,“ she yelped. “My god, you’re so much bigger than Richard.” She took a deep breath. “Oh yes, c’mon, Mark, fuck me hard… make me cum, treat me like a naughty wife.”
She was tight around my shaft — I was definitely stretching her — as I increased speed, pumping her long and hard.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” she panted. “Are you enjoying this?”
I groaned and smacked her sexy ass, leaving a red handprint.
“No, don’t do that,” she said quickly. “I don’t want Richard to know I’ve been with someone. This is our secret, remember.”
Sally met my thrusts, grinding against me. She was good, hungry to be fucked and very energetic. I glanced at the time on the wall clock — and plunged harder and deeper into her willing, wet pussy. Suddenly, she started quivering and squirming and her legs tensed. As her orgasm spread through her, I filled her full of my sperm.
“Fuck,” she puffed. “I’ve not cum like that in a long time.”
I withdrew, kissed her, and said, “Sorry, Sally, but I really must get to my appointment. See you soon, yes?”
She nodded, gave my cock one last squeeze, and then I hastily dressed and left.
By the time I arrived at work, Sally had sent a text: ‘God you’re good. See what mum and Andrea meant now. Want to come back after your appointment for round 2? Lol.’
The thought was enough to get me stiff again. ‘What time is Richard due home? Andrea and the kids are out tonight.’
‘Around 9ish.’
‘Andrea will be back around the same time, I think. Why not have another quickie? Could be with you 5ish.’
A bulge was rising in my trousers again — but, thankfully, the person coming for our appointment was running late so it should subside before we meet.
She turned up in a cream, mid-thigh pencil dress. Great figure! Hmm, I thought, and had a semi-erection throughout the meeting while thinking about having her and Sally together. Somehow, I concentrated enough to complete our meeting.
I popped into a shop to buy drinks and drove to Sally’s. In the drive, I received a text from Andrea: ‘Hope meeting going well. See you if you’re not too late home.’
‘It’s going great. Another few hours. Home around 9.’
Sally greeted me in a bright red bikini that showed off her attractive figure and tan from her holiday. “Been in the garden since you left,” she said before quickly closing the door and dropping to her knees. She was sucking my cock and teasing my balls in no time at all.
I put a hand on the back of her bobbing head, wanting to control her speed and avoid shooting my load. I wanted to cum in her pussy. I stepped out of my trousers, lifted her up, and said, “Take me to a better place.”
Sally led me upstairs, removed her bikini and climbed onto the bed on all fours. “Use this pussy like you’ve never used anyone’s before,” she said. “Make this one special, Mark.”
I entered her hard and quick and she screamed loudly. I thought and hoped it was in pleasure as I grasped her hips and slammed into her at a fierce pace.
“Fuck yes, Mark… yesss… just like that… Oh, fuck me, you’re in so much deeper than Richard.”
Sally buried her face in a pillow, muffling the screams and moans while she maintained rhythm with my thrusts. It wasn’t long before I felt her trembling and I knew it was a good orgasm when juices ran out and her pussy clenched my cock. My balls tightened and I erupted, filling her with stream after stream of cum.
Then we heard a car pulling up outside.
“God, no — that’s got to be Richard home early,” Sally said and I grabbed my clothes and headed for the bathroom while she dressed and went downstairs to meet Richard coming in through the back door.
As I hurriedly dressed I heard, “Is that Mark’s car outside?”
“Yes, he’s just popped some paperwork over that needed signing.”
Dressed, I joined them and, calmly as possible, said, “Hi Richard, how was London?”
“Great, thanks. How have you been?”
“Really busy,” I said as Sally handed me a half-a-cup of lukewarm tea. I drank it before accepting a brown envelope from her. “Oh, thanks, Sally,” I said and she gave me a sly wink.
“Right, I’d better be off,” I said, smiling. “See you both soon.”
On the drive back, a big grin creased my face as I muttered, “Wow, two quickies in one day and I nearly got caught.”
The grin turned into a loud laugh.
