17 comments/ 7576 views/ 17 favorites Helping with the Chores Pt. 01 By: barkirk "You do want to have a kid, don't you?" Ashley asked her husband. "I mean, if you are having doubts, let's hold off." "No, I really do. I love kids, but..." Brad hesitated. "I mean, I wish we could just..." "What? We could what?" Ashley asked. "I miss spontaneous sex...you know, just jumping you in the kitchen." "You can still do that, but if we are going the take this seriously, we need to do this while I'm fertile, so we have to hold off until end of the week." Ashley said sadly, "I would love to feel you inside me, but you have to save that sperm of yours for when they'll do some good." "I know, but you know how hard it is for me to get inspired when I need to perform on demand, can't we get some porn? You know how hot it makes me." Brad asked softly. "No way. You think I want you fantasizing about some plastic bimbo while making love to me? Anyhow, how can you like that shit? Everything is so fake, I mean what woman moans, 'Oh yes, yes, yes, give it to me. Oh God, you are so big!' Who the hell says that unless they are acting? Anyhow, are you saying that I'm not sexy enough for you?" She spat angrily. "No, really, you are sexy. You are the most beautiful woman I know, but there's something hot about watching someone getting screwed...I know it seems like they're sexier than you are, maybe because they are sluttier or something, but I find it erotic..." Brad said sadly. "At least can you wear that teddy I got you? You've never worn it, even tried it on." Brad looked at his stunning brunette wife. 5' 5" with long shapely legs, a small, tight ass, perfect clam-shell pussy, narrow waist, breasts...oh yeah, she has breasts. Large DDs that she rarely dressed to show off. If she would wear scoop necks, or v-necks, but she always wore turtle necks or buttoned up shirts. Her bras actually flattened her out, but at night, when she just wore her nightshirts...at least she always slept without panties. Ashley had actually had dozens of offers to model but wanted to focus on her degree...which she never used. But, his job paid enough and if they were to have kids, Ashley would be there to raise them. That was not all bad. When this pregnancy thing is all over he will love going back to jumping her whenever he liked and actually, no longer needing rubbers is not bad...though he doesn't last quite as long...looking at her in her nightshirt knowing she wasn't wearing panties he wished he could just fuck her right now bent over the kitchen table, but no...he'd have to wait until all the stars aligned. "God, you men all love to treat women like sex objects. You know I hate that, anyhow those things aren't even all that comfortable...but I'll think about it. Let's talk about it later, you have to get to work." All week Brad kept trying to get excited about making love to his wife, but with the daily reports of her temperature and ovulating schedule, he found himself just not able to get worked up. He resisted surfing porn since then he'd want to jerk off and Ashley stressed how the Doctor said with his low sperm count he had to save all he could for the egg. She told him Friday looked like the best time so he had to be ready. To make matters worse, Sherrie kept coming over for one thing or another and pressed her nice breasts against his arm, his back, even once she leaned over to grab the stapler and pressed her breast against his hand. Thursday as he was leaving work, Jim called out to him, "Brad, where are you going? Not getting beer with us?" Brad realized it was Thursday already and he'd been joining the guys on the dock for beers after work at the bar across the street. "Sure, I lost track of what day it was. Hang on, let me throw my crap in the car and I'll be there." Jim, Ed, Ernie, Chuck and Rod were at the usual table and when Brad sat down, the beers were just arriving. "So how's the financial department doing?" Jim asked. "Also, how's Sherrie doing?" Brad laughed, "Sure, the financial department...is doing great. As if you guys care. Now Sherrie. That is your real question. I've invited her to join us, but she thinks you guys are a bit crude. I mean, perhaps if you didn't leer at her every time she walked by she might like you guys." "She likes you, though. We've all seen how she flirts with you on her way to the car, why the fuck haven't you tapped that? The melons on her! Fuck, I'd give anything to fuck those." Ed chuckled. "I'm married. You guys know that. If I were single, I guarantee you, I'd be all over her, but I'm not going to cheat on my wife." Brad sighed thinking that Sherrie's tits were half the size of Ashley's. He was not about to mention that though since these guys as nice as they were could think about little else to talk about other than pussies (cunts, actually) asses and tits. He either deflected questions about Ashley or said she was pretty average. God, the first time he undressed Ashley and saw those huge mammaries he was stunned. How could she hide something that large? He really wanted to fuck them, but she said it was weird, but that night when they first fucked, he knew she was it, she was the one. The way she wrapped around him responding to his thrusts with thrusts of her own, and her soft mews when she came made him love her more. She told him he was her first and that was when she first told him she loved him. "Brad? Brad, you there? Dude, your phone is buzzing." Chuck elbowed him. "Oh, sorry, thinking about work." Brad mumbled reaching for his cell. "Hey honey, what's up? Really? Now? Ok. Let me finish my beer and I'll be right home." Brad hung up and apologized, "Guys I have to get home." He reached for his beer. "The wife needs you home and you just jump up? Tell her you'll be home when you get home." Ed sneered and the other 4 guys all echoed that. "I have to go, it sucks I know, but, well. We're trying to have kids and she plots out everything and I guess tonight is the optimal time...you know how it is." Brad said bitterly. Chuck looked at him disbelievingly, "Seriously? Barb and I never 'tried' to have kids, they just seemed to happen. But, if you have to go back and fuck the wife, go. I am not sure why you look so down about it, Christ! What is she 23? I'd be in my car by now to slam my cock into a young piece of ass." He laughed. "Yeah, I know. But this whole scheduled thing makes it more like a chore. I can't wait until it's over so It can just fuck her when I want." Brad said getting up. "God, you've never shown us pictures of your wife, but perhaps you do need to tap Sherrie if it is a chore to fuck your wife." Rod added. After Brad left, Rod turned to the others, "You guys ever seen his wife?" Seeing them all shake their heads, he said, "Where the heck does he live?" Brad walked in and was stunned to see his wife on the couch wearing the white teddy. He stared at his stunning wife revealing more than he thought possible. Her large dark nipples and small patch of pubic hair were easily visible through the sheer fabric. Her breasts were spilling out around the small strip of fabric on top. Then he felt his cock stir as she opened her legs and revealed the slit in the fabric exposing her perfect lips. With a grin, she picked up the remote and the TV came to life showing a large breasted brunette sucking a huge cock...the sound of moans and slurping echoing around the living room. "Close your mouth and come over here. Get that cock of yours out and let me take care of it." Brad couldn't believe it. Ashley had put his cock in her mouth once and declared she didn't like it so this was a treat. Brad wasted no time ripping off his pants and standing in front of his hot wife. He looked over to the TV and hoped she could take his cock as deep as the girl could, but even if she only sucks on the head... Ashley took his cock and gently stroking it, began running her tongue up and down the shaft. She gently stroked his balls with one hand while gripping his cock with the other. "Good lord, you are really hard. I guess I shouldn't stop." She purred. She opened her mouth and sucked the head in and was pleased to hear Brad groan with pleasure. She swirled her tongue around the head as she sucked more and more into her mouth. She reached around and grabbed his ass as he started to pump into her mouth. She thought perhaps this was not so bad as he thrust in and out of her mouth. She pulled her mouth off his cock, "Remember, you cannot cum in my mouth, we have to save that so you can knock me up." Brad had no idea where she learned to suck cock like a pro, but decided it was something she picked up naturally. He looked down at her with her lips sliding on the shaft of his rigid dick and when he felt a familiar aching in his balls he put his hand gently in her head and stepped back. "Perhaps you'd better stop. I think I'm ready to fill you with all the sperm I've been saving up for the last week. Spread those legs, babe, I'm coming in." Brad ripped his shirt off and stepping between her fully spread legs, grabbed his cock and bent over to line it up with her moist pussy lips. "Holy fuck! I thought he said she was plain, this babe is fucking hot You see those tits?" Brad was jolted upright hearing Ed's voice from the doorway. "Get the fuck out of here, you cannot barge in like that." Brad yelled. Ashley struggled to close her legs but Brad was between them and she saw the five strange men staring at her wide open crotch. "Brad, dammit, Brad get off me! Who the fuck are these guys? How did they get in here? Didn't you lock the front door?" Ashley screamed finally squirming off the couch and standing up. "What did he say? Did you say I was plain?" Ashley swung her fist hitting Brad in the side of the head as he was looking at the guys, making her left breast bounce out of the small teddy. She swung her arms across her chest and glared at the men standing in her living room. She was aware of the moans coming from the TV making her blush more. "Get out of here, dammit. I cannot believe you are here." Brad sputtered, rubbing his cheek. "Relax dude, we're here to help, you did say that fucking your wife was a chore and as your friends, we are here for you." Ed replied. "I cannot believe your wife is so fucking hot, I can't believe those tits! Sherrie looks flat compared to her. Get out from behind Brad, let's see you, babe." "I do not fucking believe this, you told them I was plain and making love to me was a chore? What else do you not like about me?" Ashley screamed. "Wait, wait, I never said you were plain. I just told them you were average since these guys are the biggest horn-dogs you'll ever meet. I didn't want them trying to meet you. They'll fuck anything that moves. And I did say, trying to get pregnant was almost a chore, but I've never thought making love to you was a chore. I'm sorry, but you don't know these guys. I'm not about to extol your virtues to them." Brad said pleadingly. "I'm going to get clothes on." Ashley said angrily as she started towards the hallway. "Hang on. Don't do that." Rod said, "It's not like we haven't already seen you, and trust me, you are far from plain. As Brad's friends, we're here to help with the chores, aren't we guys?" He said turning to the four men. "Ed can take care of the garbage, Chuck can clean the kitchen, Ernie, you feel like vacuuming, Jim...hmmm What other chores do you need done?" Rod asked grinning. Ashley stopped and looked at the five men, thinking they weren't totally evil. "He really said it was a chore making love to me?" She dropped her arms down to her sides. "He really said that? And who is this Sherrie?" "Let's see. It was something like, 'She schedules everything out making it seem more like a chore...' Something like that. That plus the fact he said you were just average looking, we had to see for ourselves. Sherrie is this hot babe he works closely with that keeps flirting with him. Brad has never led her on though, we kept urging him to take advantage, but he keeps saying he is married and totally happy at home. I can see why. You are 10 times hotter that her." Rod said with a grin. "You have tits I'd gladly be smothered between. Look, we'll leave, unless you think we might be useful around here, you know, with the horrible chores you make him do." Rod grinned looking pointedly at her hard nipples and large mounds of flesh bulging out around the teddy. Brad started to protest, but Ashley cut him off. "You shut up. Apparently when you open your mouth you make things worse, so just shut up." She looked down at the bulges arrayed before her. "We have a lot of chores and you seem to be fairly handy, but how do I know if you have the proper tools?" Chuck grinned and chuckled. "Babe, we'd better go, I'm afraid if you've gotten used to that," he said nodding at Brad's shrunken penis, "we might hurt you, and Brad will never satisfy you again." "Give me a break, you men all brag how big you are and how my poor little pussy will be ruined by your monster cocks. Why do you do that knowing as soon as I see you I'll know you are full of shit." Ashley laughed. Chuck looked at the others, "Should we? This bitch seems to doubt us." Seeing them all nod, they began undoing their belts. "Hang on, I am not going to let you do this." Brad strode forward. "I told you to shut up, Brad. You gave up any right to say anything when you told them it was a chore to fuck your plain wife. Go on, show me those 'monster cocks' of yours." Ashley said firmly. Brad looked at his wife and didn't recognize her. Her nipples were poking out at least a half inch and he saw a trickle of moisture running down her leg. Her eyes were dilated and her breathing was getting deeper. "Honey, please..." Ashley ignored her husband and watched as the five pairs of pants hit the floor. Then in awe she watched the boxers all slide down, her eyes darting from one large snake to another. All were twice the size of Brad's and they weren't hard yet. She stared at each one seemingly willing them to get hard. She was jolted out of her trance when the tallest one said, "Get over here if you want a look. You'll see much better if you get down here on your knees." Ashley moved over and melted down onto her knees with the five fat hunks of flesh right in front of her face. She reached up to feel how heavy one of them was, and let out a soft moan when it twitched in her hand. She marveled at how it pulsed bigger and bigger, growing huge and hard in her hands. She kept one hand on it and reached over to the one to the left and felt it grow also. Soon she had both hands stoking fat, dangerous looking spears pointing at the ceiling. Her fingers barely wrapped hallway around each shaft. Brad sputtered, "Ashley, please stop it, I'm sorry I said those things, but please. Tell them to leave. I can't watch this." Ashley looked back at her husband who was now totally shrunk down and looking like he was going to cry. "You're right, you shouldn't watch this. Guys, we're out of beer, so perhaps Brad being the good host should go get some, and I don't know, maybe pizza? Seems like the least he can do having such great friends to help with the chores." She looked back at Brad with a grin while stroking the two cocks. "Damn, these are massive. I see why you didn't want me to meet them." She turned and pulled one of the cocks into her mouth and reached out to stroke another to life. Slurping on the large head, she pulled her mouth off and looked up at the one who first spoke. "You'd better not cum in my mouth, I have eggs to fertilize and since Brad has low sperm count, I'm hoping you all can make up for that." Turning back to Brad. "What are you still doing here, these guys would like some beer." "Yeah, Brad. Get us some beer. I'd like pepperoni on my pizza. What do you guys want?" Ed said. "Get going so your bitch here can focus on my cock. Shit, she sucks cock good." He said grabbing her head and pushing her face back onto his throbbing cock. Brad looked at the five men he thought were friends all circled around his beautiful wife taking the rest of their clothes off. He sadly started pulling on his clothes wondering whether he should just drive off and leave her or get pizza and beer. As he walked to the door he stopped and looked back to see Ed stand Ashley up and tear the teddy off her and throw the shredded fabric on the floor. He stood there watching, wishing he could do something. Ed He pushed Ashley over the arm of the couch and worked his cock into her tight slit. "Ok baby, let me see how tight this cunt is. Yes...nice and tight. Let's fill you with cum and get a baby going in there." He worked more and more into the tight hole knowing he couldn't possibly last long. He signaled to Rod to get in front of Ashley. "Come on bitch, get my friend Rod's rod ready to fuck you." Ashley moaned while reaching out and stroking Rod's fat dick feeling stretched like never before. Soon she was thrusting her ass back against the invading shaft and grunting more and more. "Oh fuck, yes...yes...yes...pound my poor little pussy...my tight cunt...your cunt...take it...empty your balls in me. I need your sperm. Yes...that's it...yesssssssss." She screamed as she exploded feeling the spongy head push against her cervix. "Oh God, I need your cum, I want your cum inside me! Mmmmppph...mmmmmm," She moaned as Rod shoved his cock into her mouth. She opened her mouth wide letting him fuck her throat while she reached up and fondled the huge man's balls. Ed grabbed her ass and with a loud gasp thrust hard into her and spasmed jet after jet of baby-making sperm into her fertile womb. Reluctantly he pulled out and stepped aside as Rod got off the couch and jammed his stiff dick all the way into the slick cunt. Ed knelt in front of Ashley and ordered her to clean him off and was thrilled to see her suck every drop of cum left on his softening cock. Brad sadly shook his head and headed out to get beer and pizza hearing his wife cry over and over, "Yes...yes...yesssss...fuck me...God you are so big, so big..." When Brad got back, Ed, Rod and Chuck were sitting naked on the couch watching the porn movie. "Dude, sorry about this, but she could have told us to leave. What kind of pizza did you get? Give me one of those beers." Ed said reaching out his hand. Brad wondered where Ashley was until Ernie came out from the master bedroom his softening cock glistening with his wife's cum, "Ed, I think she wants to suck your cock, hey Brad, what kind of pizza did you get? Give me one of those beers." Ed got up and grabbed a couple of the beers and headed back to the bedroom. Brad took the pizza and beer into the kitchen and put the rest of the beer in the fridge. Chuck and Ernie came in and elbowed Brad away from the pizzas and grabbed a couple of slices each. "You got plates?" Chuck asked, "Where's a beer glass?" As Ernie was walking out with his pizza and beer he called back to Brad, "You got any other porn? This is the second time through and though it's pretty hot, we need something different." Brad sat in the kitchen thinking back to earlier in the week how hot it sounded to bend Ashley over the kitchen table and fuck her, but that seemed so distant, so unreal. Like it was in a different universe even. He could hear the sounds from the DVD and Jim grunting has he was fucking along with Ashley encouraging him to cum inside her - apparently when she wasn't sucking Ed's cock. He got up and went into the garage thinking he should straighten it up. When he came back in, Ed, Rod and Ernie had apparently left and Jim and Chuck were sitting on either side of Ashley on the couch. They seemed to be sharing some kind of joke while their hands were still exploring each other. Ashley was stroking both cocks while Ernie was squeezing and cupping her reddened tits. Jim was apparently nibbling on her ear and whispering something. Helping with the Chores Pt. 02 Brad realized he'd arrived at his desk without any memory of how he got there. He sat down wondering how he was going to focus on the emails and projects he had going on with the stunning revelation his sweet, innocent wife was not sweet nor innocent. He was sure had he been a different kind of man he would have gotten hold of a gun somehow, but that was never his style. He picked up the phone. "Hey Jim...good, I mean actually not so good. Look, can you go through our assets and let me know how easy everything would be to split...I know, I don't want to get into it right now, but Ashley has...I guess changed. She has different priorities now and I want to explore moving on...You're right, we've never really had a fight, but...Sure, I'll have my cell on me. Thanks." Brad tried to drive the last 12 hours out of his head and focus on work and actually felt it was easier having called his lawyer. At noon, Sherrie came in with a Visio diagram for one of the projects and slid it on the desk, "Hey Brad, you look down. Any issues? Isn't IT responding?" She asked leaning over him with her hand on his shoulder. "No, everything is great. What's this? Is this for Perkins?" Brad pulled the diagram over. Sherrie leaned farther over pressing her right breast against his shoulder while pointing out the flow and where the project stands. Brad was impressed with the project she'd made. "You got all the team not only to buy in, but actually get their parts done? Seriously? This is the best news I've had all day. How did you do it, these guy are stubborn as hell." Brad asked. "Remember the last part of Erin Brockovich when they asked her how she got all the signatures? I'm really quite tired." Sherrie said with a grin. Brad was surprised when he laughed. He looked at Sherrie and realized she was always upbeat and funny and even though she rubbed against him, she never actually suggested anything outside of work, not even lunch. "Sherrie you made my day, I really owe you lunch or something. What are you doing for lunch? Can I take you out?" Sherrie stood up and looked at him. Brad had asked her to join him and the guys from receiving for beers, but she never liked them...there was always a leer or a suggestive remark...strangely, she always felt like she'd forgotten to wear panties and they knew it. He'd never asked her to lunch before. "I um, I brought a sandwich. I suppose I could have it for dinner, sure, I'd love to. Now?" "Yeah. Let's head downtown and find something. I want to go somewhere I've never been before. What are you in the mood for - it's your choice since you earned it." Brad said standing up. Driving back, Sherrie looked at Brad and wondered at the change in him. He seemed more relaxed as if a weight was lifted from his shoulders. He normally was fairly funny, but mostly business. Lunch was fun with jokes about work, the people there and baffling memos, though he changed the subject when she brought up the guys on the dock. They pulled into the back of the building to avoid a traffic jam in the front and as they drove around the lot and she suddenly blurted out, "Hey, isn't that your other car? The black Mini Cooper?" Brad slowed down and looked, sure enough Ashley's car was parked back by the loading dock. Groaning he shook his head and drove back to the front of the building and pulled into his spot. "What's wrong, is everything Ok?" Sherrie asked seeing the look of anger on Brad's face. When Brad jumped out looking pissed, she grabbed his arm. "Tell me, is that your wife's car? Is there something going on? Tell me." "Look, I'm sorry Sherrie, but this is something I have to work out. That is her car and I'm pretty sure I know why. I'll meet you inside." Brad started to walk back to the loading dock. "Hey! Stop!" Sherrie yelled at Brad. "Listen, I might have an idea." Brad stopped and looked at her with a look of pain of his face, "What, what can you do? You're really great, and a good friend, but I just need to deal with this." "I have an idea, so before you go back to the dock and perhaps do something stupid, come with me." Sherrie said firmly. Brad stared at her and realized he really had no plan and what he was thinking would probably put him in the hospital. "Ok, sure, yeah...what's your idea?" "You know Larry in security? They have cameras all over the building and perhaps..." Sherrie replied as she led Brad inside. "I know - they have cameras monitoring the entries, the dock area, but not anywhere else." Sherrie winked at him, "Just wait." She knocked at the Security room door. "Hey Larry, you know Brad, right?" "Sure, Hey Brad, what brings you guys here? Lose your keys or something?" "We thought we saw someone enter Receiving who didn't sign in and wondered about it. Do you have the video for the last hour or two? Just wanted to be sure." Sherrie asked. "I wouldn't bother you, but with the inventory issues we've had over the last few months...you know. I'm sure it's nothing." Larry laughed, "Please, bother me. This job needs something to liven it up...let's see, that's camera 7." Larry hit some keys and the main screen showed the outside of the dock with 11:12:45 AM along the bottom. "This good place to start?" Sherrie looked at Brad, "What do you think?" Brad thought a minute, "Can you go back to 10:30 and start there?" Larry swept the mouse on the screen and stopped at 10:23:34 AM. "Good, let's scan forward." Brad said. "Stop, there!" He said. On the screen was Ashley entering the door held open by someone, he couldn't tell who. Sherrie looked at Brad, then at Larry. "Can you scan forward to see if she left? Maybe she took some stuff with her." She asked. Larry laughed, "I can do better than that. We have cameras inside the entire dock area." "I thought we had no cameras inside." Brad said, "We couldn't tell when things went missing since there are no cameras in there." "This is new. We never told anyone because no one likes to be watched all the time, but since so much stuff has gone missing..." Larry grinned. He hit a few more keys and put up camera 22 on the screen. "There she is, yeah no badge and she definitely hasn't signed in here. I'd remember those tits anywhere, sorry." He said bashfully looking at Sherrie. "She doesn't look like a terrorist. Oh crap, those assholes." Larry blurted out as the five men circled Ashley and began kissing and groping her. Ashley pushed them away and held out her hand. Rod pulled something out of his hip pocket and handed it to her. Looking satisfied she pocketed it, she smiled and reached out to stroke Rod's cock. Sherrie and Brad watched as Chuck, Jim and Ed led Ashley back out of camera range and Rod looked around making sure no one could see. He said something to Ernie and followed the group back. Ernie lit a cigarette and stood looking around. "That's a violation!" Larry said looking at the man smoking. Crap, they have been warned. Also, I'm pissed. They bring this hot piece here and didn't invite me?" "Larry, can you see where they went?" Brad asked softly. "Actually, we don't have any cameras facing back there since that is where their desks are, so we can't really see what they did." Larry said bitterly. "Damn, I guess we just have this." Brad sighed. Seeing Larry typing some more and using the joy stick. He asked "What are you doing?" When he saw the camera turn and pan up he saw what he'd been dreading. "Fuck me! Look at those guys go at it." Larry blurted out. "I hate to do this since they seem to be having fun, but I'm going to have to go back and break it up." Brad stood there with a look of pain on his face as he saw his wife riding one guy, sucking another and getting her ass pounded. Another guy was standing there stroking his cock obviously waiting for an opening. Sherrie tapped Larry on the shoulder. "We need copies of these, can you do that? Brad, you need anything else?" "No, I'm heading back to my desk. I've seen enough, thanks Larry, I guess she isn't stealing anything, but you may want to call the cops, no one but a hooker would take on five guys like that. They must have pooled their money...but who knows? We can't have the workers bringing whores into the building whenever they're horny." Brad said bitterly. "Can you bring copies of the vidoes to my office? Thanks again." Sherrie closed the door to Brad's office and sat on the chair next to the desk. That's why you looked out of it this morning, did those guys...last night...I mean, you didn't invite them over, did you?" Brad slumped down in his chair and looked at Sherrie and decided to tell her everything. When he finished he looked at her. "I guess I'm not the man you thought I was, I mean who lets their wife fuck five men all night? Perhaps TMI, but can you believe she made me store up my...anyhow, that never happened." "You mean do I expect that you should have gotten the shit kicked out of you? I'm disappointed you got beer and pizza, but I'm not disappointed you didn't start shooting or end up in the hospital, and perhaps pleased you weren't one of those guys who got off seeing his wife with other men. Wow! That was fast." She finished seeing police cars pulling into the parking lot. Brad and Sherrie trotted over to the stairwell looking down at the dock to see the police be met by Larry and soon saw Ashley and the guys on the dock being led out in handcuffs. Brad felt a sadness and also felt that this could not be real. "Sherrie, thanks for your help and sorry to involve you in this." Brad turned and started back to his office after the cop cars left. "Hey wait, I'm kind of tired of work today. Can I buy a friend in pain a drink?" Sherrie asked looking at Brad, "I'm pretty sure neither of us will get much done today. Brad nodded, "Sure, I could use a drink, something stronger than beer. Let's hit the bar at the Hyatt since I need a place to stay tonight." Later, Brad looked at Sherrie, "Shouldn't you be out with your boyfriend or something? It's Friday night, I'm sure you have plans." "No, no plans. I broke up with Dan a few weeks ago when he actually was busted for being with a hooker." She started laughing, "Fuck! Who would have...sorry I just had an evil thought." She laughed harder with tears coming down her face. "What, what evil thought?" Brad asked with a grin. "No, sorry, I can't say, it is really not the time for that." Sherrie said trying to control herself. "C'mon, it can't get worse that anything I've seen in the last 24 hours, what is it, I could use a laugh." "Ok, sorry, but I had the thought, what if the hooker was your wife...I know, way inappropriate." Sherrie sputtered. Brad looked at her and then burst out laughing, "That would explain the spending money she always seems to have, she always said that she should get a job to help out, maybe she did...Oh crap that's so funny, Sherrie, I love you..." Brad stopped, looking stunned, "I'm sorry, that just came out. I can't believe I said that." "Relax, I'm not going to hold you to that, I understand, you like that I can make you laugh even though this is not really a great time for you. Plus, you've had three margaritas and perhaps we should get a room for you." Sherrie said smiling. "Do you want me to come up? I mean, not to screw or anything, but I can stay. You don't have to be alone tonight." Sherrie asked as they walked away from the desk. "You sure? I could use the company and you can leave anytime you want." Brad started laughing, "I sorry, just had a thought." "What, what is your thought." Sherrie asked. "Ok, don't hit me, but I was going to ask if you had cats that needed to be fed, you know, single woman..." He chuckled. Sherrie hit him in the arm, "Just because I don't have a man at home doesn't mean I have cats." She started laughing, "I'll have to call my neighbor to feel them though. Oh God, are we clichés or what?" When they got to the room, Brad's cell rang with an unrecognized number, "Hello? What do you want, I'm not sure I want to talk to you right now...really, prostitution? I'm actually not surprised...now? Sorry, I'm busy. Really? You told them that?...Perhaps tomorrow...no, no...call your parents, perhaps they care, bye." Brad clicked off, "I could have stayed at home tonight after all since Ashley seems to have other accommodations. Apparently she didn't take money from Rod. It was a memory card, I bet I know what was on that, what a fool. She couldn't not have expected to be treated honorably by those fuckers." Brad shook his head. Sherrie gave him a hug, stroking his back. Pulling away, she grinned, "Wanted you to bail her out? Didn't sound like you are rushing over there." "Yeah, she can wait. I'll call her parents in the morning. What about room service? Hungry?" Brad asked. "Sure, starving, but didn't she want to call her parents?" Sherrie asked reaching for the room service menu. Brad laughed, "Yeah, but she had just one phone call. She had no idea I saw the video, she thinks security just happened to discover them. This is just too fun, let's order more margaritas with dinner." Lying on the bed after cleaning the plates, Brad took another sip of his margarita, "So, staying the night? I might have to go down and get toothbrushes. I'd like you to stay." "I'll go, perhaps they have an oversize tee since all I have is this dress." Sherrie said rolling off the bed. Brad came awake with a raging hard on and a warm mouth sucking on it. At first he forgot where he was and feeling the long straight hair realized it wasn't Ashley, but Sherrie. He let out a moan and began thrusting his hips. Sherrie took his hand and placed it on her hanging breasts while taking more and more of his cock down her throat. When Brad began pulling and pinching her nipples she moaned around his dick and sucked in more, feeling the hair tickling her nose. Brad's thrusts were getting more and more persistent and soon her lips were pressed against his pubic bone. She felt Brad reach down and pull her thighs towards his face so she eagerly swung her leg over his head and lowered her dripping pussy onto his face letting out a muffled squeal when she felt his tongue begin to explore her bald twat. Brad loved feeling the warm mouth totally engulf his cock and the taste of the juices flowing into his mouth. He focused on the hot pussy pressing against his face, her tight ass flexing under his hands as he pulled her to his face. Her lips separated eagerly as his tongue wiggled deep into her silky smooth hole. He heard and felt Sherrie groan and moan louder as he fucked her tight channel with his rigid tongue. Then he pulled back and flicked the tip rapidly across her rock-hard nub causing her to writhe hard against his face and pulling off his cock, raise her head and gasp loudly as she exploded with pleasure. Sherrie panted hard as she came down from the intense peak of ecstasy and release that went seemingly forever. With one last moan, she collapsed with her faced pressed against his hard cock. She weakly opened her mouth and returned to licking the shaft, enjoying the taste of cum leaking out. She then rolled off of Brad and crawled up to kiss him, driving her tongue into his mouth and enjoying the feeling of urgent passion returned by his warm lips and tongue. She pulled off and looked down at the beautiful man. "Do you have any idea how much I wanted to kiss you? I fantasized about tasting your mouth, but never thought your tongue would part my other lips first." She laughed. "So, you have a decision to make. Do you want to cum down my throat, in my pussy, my ass or, what the heck, between my breasts?" She asked with a grin. Brad looked like he'd won the lottery, "Just one? Not all of them? I mean, it's not like we need to get home to feed the cats or anything." He grinned. "But actually, I'd love to slide into that sweet pussy I just tasted." He pushed Sherrie off onto her back who eagerly spread her legs. He lined up his cock and before he pushed the head in, "I don't have a condom, I'd hate to get you knocked up..." "I'm fine, I'm on the pill, but I never told Dan that. I made him use rubbers since I never actually trusted him. Come to think of it, I've never been fucked without a rubber. That kind of makes me a virgin. Quit stalling, slam that thing into me." She urged. Still gripping his stiff erection, Brad pushed forward and worked the head up and down the wet slit and felt the welcoming tight warmth hug his shaft as he pushed in more. He pulled back and slid a bit more in, then pulled back and as he was easing into her slippery hole he felt Sherrie's hands on this ass. "Oh, fuck, give it to me!" She cried as she pulled his cock deep into her and ground her twat hard against him. "Ok, fuck me and don't worry about me, I came and it's your turn." Brad looked down at the stunning blonde and as he began to rhythmically drive into her, he admired how her beautiful breasts bounced up and down in sync with his hard fucking. He watched them, remembering how intriguing they felt when she pressed them against him, wondering how he never felt the pointy nipples riding high on the puffy areolas. He leaned down needing to suck one into his mouth. He felt Sherrie respond as he nibbled and sucked on the creamy flesh. He popped it out of his mouth and studied her beautiful face, he studied her lips remembering how they looked wrapped around his cock and admired her eyes squinted shut, her long blonde hair splayed out on the pillow, her face lost in pleasure. He closed his eyes getting into in the exquisite smoothness rubbing against his penis...He thought about what her ass felt like flexing as his tongue probed her...her offering of her ass..."Oh God, uhhh...uhhhhh...uhhhhhhh, fffffuckkk!" He groaned spurting what felt like gallons of cum into Sherrie's womb. Collapsing on top of her, he felt the warmth of her breasts against his chest, her arms wrapped around him as he weakly humped in and out of her as his cock softened. Lifting his head, he looked at the stunning blonde, he whispered, "I meant it earlier, I just shouldn't have said it so soon." He kissed her and fell exhausted onto the bed and as he lay sprawled half on her, he heard her whisper back "I love you too, I always have." Smiling, he drifted off to the best sleep he'd had in days. Swallowing, Sherrie looked up at Brad in the shower with a grin, "Gotta love unlimited hot water." She said as she got up off her knees. "God, you taste good, makes me regret not making you shoot that first load in my mouth. So, did we leave anything off you bucket list?" She asked with a giggle. Brad kissed her and held her tight. "Just one thing, but since we don't have handcuffs, perhaps it can wait." "Hey, whatever you're into...except animals, not really into that." Sherrie chuckled. "Shall we get breakfast?" "Sure, I'll bet lots of places server breakfast at 3 PM. But in the meantime..." Brad said walking over to his computer bag, "How much vacation time do you have left?" He asked as he pulled out two plane tickets and handed them to her. "Hawaii? When is this...next week? Really?" Sherrie looked at him incredulously. "Yes, next Saturday. I got a place on Kaanapali beach in Maui for three weeks as a surprise for Ashley, but that's not happening. Can you get away? You'll have to get someone to take care of the cats." Brad put the phone down and looked over at Sherrie basking in the sun amazed how lucky he was to be on Little Beach with the most beautiful woman on the islands. "It's done. Jim got the papers and I'm officially single. I guess Ashley was just as eager since she signed them awfully quick. Apparently she moved in with Ed. I suppose I should be hurt, but I'm finding it hard to regret anything right now. Honey, I know you miss your cats, but with my investments and what I'll get from selling the house I'm thinking of getting a place up country. We could live here for a few years and then maybe somewhere else when we get tired of it."