Dealing Friends, Part Three
The next morning, as I was preparing to go to work, I couldn’t get my mind off Bailey. I knew married women were always curious about things, and most had sexual curiosities, although most never told their husbands about them.
I’ve read plenty of erotica and letters to the editor in men’s magazines. Most were from women who weren’t getting enough attention at home. But many letters implied the women were interested in sexual experimentation.
I figured Bailey had a combination of both situations. I’ve known her for a long time, and she always had an outgoing personality and fun to be around.
She had many friends in high school and I’m sure the black athletes had sexual thoughts regarding her. Who wouldn’t? Think about the uniforms that cheerleaders wear.
And she liked it when I’d try to peep at her bloomers when she wore her cheerleader outfits when we were in high school.
I guess I was feeling a bit uneasy when Bailey told me about her affair, and being it was with an older black guy is what made it interesting to me.
I’d probably watch, I concluded as I thought about her.
Later that night, Bailey called me, and I asked her how she was. She sighed, then said things were going OK.
I asked her if she was feeling remorseful about her situation, and she took a long moment before answering me.
“Eric doesn’t know, or I don’t think he has any suspicion about what I did,” Bailey said in a low voice.
Then she changed the subject. “Are you coming home soon?”
Being it was near the holidays; I said I’d be home for a few days. This seemed to perk Bailey up and her mood changed.
She told me to give her my flight arrangements when I settled on that, and she’d pick me up at the airport. I agreed, but I said I would need a rental car to get around.
“Don’t worry about that, I’ll drive you!” Bailey laughed.
I heard Eric’s voice in the background asking who she was driving.
Bailey told him I was coming in for Thanksgiving and she would drive me anywhere I needed to go.
Eric paused, then said, “He could use his parent’s car.”
Bailey protested by saying, “Eric, you take the fun out of everything!”
They began to fuss, and I was tempted to hang up.
Finally, I told Bailey that Eric was correct, I could use my parent’s car, but she could meet me at the airport.
Bailey would call or text me every day. I suppose Thanksgiving wouldn’t arrive fast enough for her.
She said she stopped seeing that guy and was saving herself for me.
I didn’t believe her, but I didn’t say anything.
I arrived at my hometown airport Tuesday evening, Thanksgiving week. I found Bailey and Eric waiting for me in the waiting area.
Eric managed to shake my hand as I received a long, tight hug from Bailey. He seemed a bit perplexed with Bailey’s exuberant show but didn’t say anything.
On the ride to my parent’s house, Bailey did most of the talking as Eric drove. I sat in the back seat of Eric’s truck, behind Bailey.
They chatted about different things and people, the lives of some of our high school friends, what they were doing, and such.
I asked them what their plans were for the week, and Eric said he had to work the next day but would be off until the following Monday.
I knew immediately what Bailey had in mind.
They brought me to my parent’s house and came inside to say hello.
As I brought my things to my room, Bailey followed me, leaving Eric to chat with my parents.
As I unpacked, Bailey sat on the bed and told me she was looking forward to tomorrow.
I suppose Eric had to leave for work early, as my phone rang a few minutes before seven the next morning.
“Damn, Bailey! I’m still asleep,” I moaned.
“Even better! I’ll be right over!”
Before I could reply, Bailey hung up the phone.
As I put my phone on the lampstand, I began to get a morning wood. I hoped my mother would come in the room after hearing my phone ringing.
I rolled out of bed, still in my underwear, then put on some shorts before taking my morning bathroom routine.
After that, I went back to my room to get dressed and found Bailey sitting on my bed. She had her hair pulled back, in a ponytail. She wore sweats and athletic shoes, but I figured she didn’t have much else on, underneath.
“Your mom let me in. She and your dad are in the kitchen preparing breakfast,” Bailey grinned, as she eyed my crotch.
There was no way I was going to change clothes without Bailey in there, so before I pulled off my shorts, I closed the bedroom door.
The waistband on my sleep shorts was a bit tight, causing my underwear to drop with them.
Bailey didn’t waste time, dropping to her knees and taking my cock into her mouth.
I let her suck on it for a moment, then stopped her.
“I need to get dressed before my mother comes back here, calling us to breakfast.”
Bailey gave me a sly grin, then said, “We’ll continue this in a little while.”
I packed some athletic loungewear for my trip, and Bailey liked the styles. She picked out the black joggers, naturally.
Bailey seemed impatient as we had breakfast and wasn’t too thrilled when I assisted in cleaning up a bit after eating.
But things got started.
Bailey practically raped me as soon as we entered their apartment.
She practically ripped off my clothes, and as I suspected, she wasn’t wearing anything under her sweats.
I admit, Bailey has a sexy body and face. She could pose in any men’s adult magazine.
She wore me out and seemed disappointed, although I managed to get past the obligatory oral sex however, I didn’t last five minutes when she got on my cock and rode me.
“I expected more from you!” Bailey pouted as she got out of bed and went to the bathroom.
Then, I heard her say, “I expect satisfaction before you leave Sunday!”
“So, when do you expect me to do that, while Eric is off work?” I asked as I got dressed.
Bailey returned to the bedroom, wearing only panties. “I’ll make that happen. You don’t worry about him.”
As we lay on the bed, we chatted about their lives. Then, I decided to ask about her affair.
“Did you stop the affair when I said I’d be coming home for the holiday?”
Bailey smiled, “Yes, I did. But I’m not sure if I could say no to him after you leave.”
I cocked my head, “You had a good time, didn’t you?”
Bailey didn’t answer right away, and I figured she was thinking about the man’s cock.
Then, before she could reply, “Bailey, you have been given something nature doesn’t give all women. You could pose in an adult magazine or do adult movies.”
Bailey laughed at that, leaned over, kissed me and rubbed my cock.
Within the moment, Bailey had my pants and underwear down to my ankles and began sucking my cock.
Yes, it was time for me to uphold my part for Bailey.
Bailey’s panties were the only thing she had on, and she about broke my nose pulling my shirt off. She put her nipples in my face and began to ride my cock.
I don’t know where she got the energy, but I used all mine to keep up.
I rolled her over and she got on her knees, for me to get behind her.
As I was getting her doggie, I looked at her little brown starfish. So, I licked my finger and pressed it.
Yes, this works all the time.
Bailey went into another mode, like a wild animal let loose.
I guess the neighbors knew what was going on because Bailey was squealing loudly as I fingered her anus and fucked her hard, deep and fast.
She leaned forward, laying on a pillow, with her ass up, face down as I continued to fuck her.
I paused to catch my breath, as Bailey rolled onto her back.
I got on top and began to finish her and my second load.
Soon, Bailey had me and just before my orgasm let loose, she moved quickly and sucked the life out of my cock.
When she was satisfied that I had no more to give, she stopped, stroked my cock once more, then kissed whatever she got out.
Then, she got out of bed, returned to the bathroom, and I heard the shower start.
“Come on, the water’s fine!” I heard her call out.
