As I start drifting off to sleep, I hear them yelling again through the thin wall of my apartment. It’s been every night this week and I wish they would just get divorced and give up on the arguing and then I could have my peaceful nights and evenings back. Instead I just get to lie here and listen to them arguing about how much he works and how little she does around the house. I would bang on the wall again but that doesn’t have any effect, in fact if anything, it just seems to makes it worse. I have an important interview in the morning and I need to get some sleep but I know that they haven’t started the sex fight part yet. That’s how they always end, he doesn’t do it for her and she doesn’t do it enough. Fidgeting in my bed I try and get comfortable and close my eyes, trying to block out the noise. Finally, I hear the sex fight happening, it’s coming to an end at 1.30 in the morning. Great, I think to myself sarcastically, maybe four hours’ rest before my interview, that’s just what I need. Covering my head with my duvet I concentrate on my breathing and at last, slip off to sleep.
My alarm rings and I almost start to cry as I see its 5.30 and I’m so tired. Dragging myself out of bed and to the shower I must make myself presentable. My black skirt suit is on its hanger along with my white shirt and my lace underwear is ready with my stockings and heels. Once dressed and with my hair and makeup done I grab a Red Bull and drink it down. Most people would go for coffee but I find it gives me a much greater caffeine hit, especially this early in the morning. Heading out of the door to get the train I yawn, my eyes still feeling heavy and so I shake my head, trying to wake up. I stand in the carriage by an open window forcing myself to stay awake. I want this job, damn, I need this job, so I will sleep after the interview. I get off the train and take the short walk to the drab building for my appointment. I’m fifteen minutes early but I hate being late, it’s not a good first impression to give my prospective new employer.
Checking in for my interview, the receptionist asks me to take a seat in a small office room along the corridor and to report back in ten minutes. I sit and start to read the book that I’ve pulled from my bag. My legs are crossed demurely and I concentrate on the words.
Suddenly I jump as my book, along with my bag, hit the floor making a loud bang. I lean down to pick them up and then start to panic as I remember where and why I’m here. Checking my watch, I realise that I must have been asleep for an hour. Grabbing my things, I run out of the room to the front desk and apologise profusely for being late but all she does is dismiss me saying I was too late, tardiness cannot be tolerated and with a shake of her head, she sends me away saying I that missed my appointment.
Walking out and feeling totally miserable I look around the shops for a few hours trying to cheer myself up. I buy a bottle of wine before deciding to drown my sorrows with a few drinks at my local pub. As the sun starts to set, I trudge home, kick off my shoes and throw my jacket and bag on the floor. I sit on my bed drinking the wine from the bottle, and being thankful for screw caps.
I don’t notice the time till the arguing starts yet again. I swallow down another mouthful and stand up. I wobble a little as I have drunk a lot but now I’m not just pissed, I’m angry and pissed and I have had enough.
Walking out my flat with no shoes on and forgetting my keys, the door shuts behind me but I don’t notice as I stomp to the apartment next door. I am going to bang on their door until I get an answer. I am more than ready to shut them up once and for all.
The door flies open and there is John standing in front of me with Sophia just behind him, peering over his shoulder. I have known them for a couple years and often had girly days out with Sophia, but my patience is exhausted, as well as my body. I don’t give them a chance to say anything but storm into their lounge and let rip. I tell them that their constant arguing cost me a new job today and how I haven’t slept for more than four hours each night because of them. I tell them that I can repeat all their arguments word for word and it’s about time they got professional help or otherwise it’s time for them to divorce. They stand there letting me rant.
Sophia comes over to me and tries to calm me down. As she puts her arms around me I start to cry and then John asks me why I have no shoes on. I explain to them that I just stomped out as I was so angry and have no keys to get back home. They laugh softly and sympathetically and as my sobs recede, I see the funny side too. John moves to sit the other side of me on the sofa.
“Well, Angel, it seems you could be the solution that might stop us arguing,” he says, as I rest my aching head in my hands.
“Oh, I don’t feel well,” I moan in reply, not hearing a word.
Sophia helps me upstairs to their bathroom. I hug the toilet for a little while trying not to be sick and then while I’m alone I decide that I really do need to sleep. I slowly walk to the first bed I can find and collapse on top of it, closing my eyes and drifting off.
Waking up slowly an unknown time later, my eyes are blurry as I search around the unfamiliar room. I feel a lot less nauseous as I touch my body up and down. I run my hands down to my tummy feeling my bare skin. I’m naked but I don’t recall getting naked. I close my eyes and try my hardest to remember what happened but apart from my shouting at John and Sophia, it’s all a blank.
My train of thought is broken when I hear a moan, then another one. I turn my head slightly and see them through the open door in the next room, Sophia and John are fucking. She’s riding him and both are as naked as I am, her eyes are closed and her big boobs are bouncing around. I watch as she runs her fingers through her hair and he runs his hands up her tummy to caress her tits. He is talking to her and I strain to listen, concentrating on what he is saying.
“Her hands gripping your tits, pinching and pulling your nipples. Angel moves to lick your nipples, her tongue teasing them.”
Suddenly it dawns on me, he’s talking about me touching her, my hands on her. His wife being caressed by another girl. Instantly my pussy tingles and I feel the wetness start to grow. I am suddenly shockingly sober and find myself moving carefully along the bed and tip-toeing quietly into their room. My body movements are overriding my brain and at this point my pussy is winning.
Sliding my left leg over John’s head, my bare smooth pussy covers his mouth and instantly his tongue is pushing into me. Sophia has stopped moving and is just watching my every move. I can see the nervous look in her face so I decide to go gently and slowly.
I lean in and kiss her right cheek and then her left, her eyes starting to close as I continue kissing along her jaw line.
Her lips open to my probing tongue and it slips in to find hers. I place my hands on her hips, hinting that she moves back and forth, guiding the movement of her pussy on her husband’s cock while we kiss. Once she is in a rhythm I move my hands up over her tummy stopping just under her breasts. Breaking our kiss, I look her in the eyes and caress her rock-hard nipples, running the back of my hand over them, teasing them.
John has hold of my bum and is licking me and tongue fucking me. I soon realise that he is very talented and know that I will be cumming soon as I feel myself start to build up to that wonderful climax. Leaning down, I kiss each of Sophia’s nipples, moaning as I do, and licking each one between my moans. My licks quickly change to nibbles as my breathing becomes heavier and I’m in heaven riding John’s face.
I wrap my arms around Sophia and bury my head in her breasts as I let out a long loud groan. I can feel my wetness cover John’s face as I cum all over him. The orgasm is perfect and something I haven’t had for a while.
As I recover I reach up and kiss Sophia hard and passionately before breaking the kiss and saying to her, “Ride your husband’s cock and cum all over him.”
She does as I say and starts to bounce on him, her boobs jiggling in time with her body. I move off John and kneel beside them both, kissing him and for the first time tasting myself on his lips.
“Please don’t cum yet, John, I want to suck it all out of you,” I whisper to him while he moans and his wife fucks his hard, velvety cock.
Without warning, Sophia screams in pleasure and we both turn to watch her orgasm. Her face is a beautiful picture of pure ecstasy as she cums and her breasts move with her heavy breathing. She slowly pulls herself off his cock and my mouth quickly replaces the tight pussy that it has been inside. Sophia has a lovely sweet, spicy taste which I suck off her husband’s cock.
I suck him deep, licking off all her pussy juices and his hands are on my head as he tries to fuck my face. Caressing his wet balls, I force him deeper down my throat swallowing his cock as I go. With all that has happened it’s not long till he tells me he needs to cum. I just work harder on his cock but he just keeps saying that he’s close, very close. I realise that Sophia probably doesn’t suck his cum out and he’s warning me so that I can take his cock out of his mouth before he ejaculates. I don’t.
I work hard on his thick shaft and I want the yummy cum from it so I just suck him more and more. Licking it as much as I can and moaning over his cock I feel Sophia slide under my slightly open legs and start to eat me. John watches his wife lapping at another girl’s pussy for the first time and this tips him over the edge. I feel the shots of cum hit the back of my throat but I don’t get much time to taste him as I greedily swallow each jet of his hot creamy cum.
Holding his still hard cock in my hand I lick every inch, cleaning up any remaining cum and still tasting Sophia’s pussy on it. They do taste delicious together. Moving off Sophia I lean down and gently kiss her before I realise that I’m laying between them. They both roll over and face me as I lay on my back, pulling the cover over our naked bodies and wrapping against each other as we drift off to sleep.
When I wake up I find myself snuggled into Sophia, and John is laying on his back looking at us. Sophia is still asleep and John smiles at me and turns to face me.
“You are definitely the answer to all our marriage problems,” John says as he kisses me and I feel his hand move between my legs.
I feel so excited already and my legs open just enough for his fingers to slip between them. He starts rubbing my clit as he moves his body closer to mine.
I turn and look at Sophia, feeling slightly guilty but John says it’s okay as she has given him permission.
“Permission to do what, John?” I ask, pretending to be shy and innocent.
“I can do whatever I want with you, whenever I want to. I know you won’t complain as I think you’d make a great little slut for me. Won’t you? Tell me, Angel, tell me you want to be my slut?”
John is rubbing my clit faster and I can only let a moan in response. “Yes, John, I want to be your dirty little fuckslut.”
Once he hears my answer his hand covers my mouth as he slides two fingers deep into my soaked cunt. He covers my mouth as I let out a load groan because he doesn’t want to wake Sophia.
Moving his hand away I feel disappointed initially as he gets off the bed but then I smile warmly as he holds his hand out to me. I move gently and slowly, still hoping not to wake Sophia. John helps me off the bed and leads me over to the bathroom.
Turning on the shower we both step in, ignoring the chill until we start feeling the warm water flow. He pulls me to him kissing me passionately under the refreshing spray. My hands caress his chest as his hands squeeze and knead my bum cheeks.
I can feel his growing cock pushing against me and my pussy is soaked, but not from the shower. John turns me around and bends me forward so I place my hands on the tiled wall and open my legs slightly.
I almost slip when he smacks my bum, both cheeks one after the other, but it feels so good. I moan and then fight hard not to scream as he shoves his cock deep inside me from behind. He doesn’t wait or go slow, he just starts to fuck me with long deep thrusts which increase in speed.
He grabs my big hanging breasts, gripping them tight as he fucks me. I moan as I try to stand still but he is taking me roughly. My wetness is soaking his cock each time he thrusts into me.
I start to say I’m going to cum as the orgasmic feeling grows quickly inside me. He works harder and faster to make me cum and very soon I do. Closing my eyes, my legs go weak, and my pussy pulsates and spasms like never before. I can feel my pussy tighten around his cock and this pushes him over the edge.
I feel spurt after spurt shoot deep into my pussy as we stand in the shower. He slips out of me and pulls me close to his body with the water running over us and his sperm running out of my freshly fucked cunt. We catch our breath and smile knowingly.
He kisses my cheek and we start to move to wash each other but then we notice Sophia. She’s sitting on the small stool in the bathroom, her chest heaving and legs wide open. Her hand is resting on her inner thighs and her fingers are glistening wet. It’s obvious that she just made herself cum watching us fuck.
Stepping out the shower I walk over and clean her fingers for her, enjoying the taste of her fresh cum covered fingers.
Sophia stands and cuddles me whispering, “When are you moving in Angel?”
I smile and hug her back tightly back knowing that I’m now finally home.
