"I told Michelle today what we decided on." I was sitting in my office at work when I received that text from Taylor.
"How did she take it?" I typed out and sent back to her.
"Pretty good, actually. I just told her that while we were out backpacking, we came to realize that we love each other too much to keep letting you sleep with her. I asked that she respect our decision and to not make any problems and she said of course and that she had been thinking the same thing," read Taylor's message a few minutes later.
"That's good. I figured she would be OK with it," I said.
"Me too, but you never know. She actually surprised me by telling me that she's pretty sure you're it for her sleeping around. She doesn't think she'll find anybody as good as you and she really doesn't want Adam or Luke to get suspicious," Taylor's next message said.
"That's good," I responded.
"Right? I actually almost told her about your upcoming weekend with Lauren, but I didn't want to push it," she replied back with.
"Probably smart that nobody finds out about it," I said.
"Definitely. I love you, Christopher," her last message said.
"I love you too, Taylor," I replied with before getting up and leaving my office.
That Friday, I said goodbye to Taylor and my kids and jumped in my car to make the four hour drive to Boise, where Lauren was currently living. Her kids were going to their dad's for the weekend, leaving her all alone until Sunday night. After Taylor and I had come home from our backpacking trip, Taylor was actually the one to call Lauren and set up this weekend for us. Did I feel like my wife was pimping me out? A little. Did I greatly enjoy the sex we had the rest of the week as Lauren sent me new pictures of herself every night, usually with a very descriptive message of what she wanted to do.
As I drove, my music turned up loud, I had second thoughts about spending the weekend. After making the decision with Taylor that we needed to be exclusive to each other, no more of this sleeping with other females for me, I couldn't help but think that this weekend with Lauren was going to be a mistake.
Apparently able to read my mind, even when I was an hour away, Taylor sent me a text a minute later. I listened to it as it played over the Bluetooth on my phone. "Hey, baby, I hope you're ready to have an amazing time this weekend! I know you're probably thinking that you shouldn't be doing this, but just forget that! Go have a good time with Lauren and I'll be here waiting for you to return! Is that crazy? Probably! But I love you!"
I shook my head at the message, laughing to myself at the absurdity of it all. If anybody found out, we would have a lot to answer for. Luckily, I didn't think anybody would find out.
I arrived in Boise around eight o'clock that night. Lauren's townhouse was on the outskirts of the city and I could feel my heart thumping as I thought about seeing her for the first time in months. My cock also started to grow as I parked my car and got out. I opened up the rear door to grab my duffel bag and when I turned around, Lauren had opened up the front door of her house.
She had dyed her once brunette hair blonde and it fell in loose, sun-streaked waves down past her shoulders, slightly tousled like she'd air-dried it and called it good. She wore a soft, fitted gray tank top and I smiled as I could see her nipples were visible through it in the warm Boise air. Her belly was just barely visible above a pair of cotton booty shorts and I instantly had a vision of pulling them down her long, toned legs.
She bounded off her porch, coming towards me, her breasts jiggling as she ran. When she reached me, she jumped up, wrapping her arms and legs around me. I wrapped my arms around her waist, keeping her up, as we started to kiss. I walked us towards her house, pushing open the door when I reached it as she pushed her tongue against my lips.
Once inside, Lauren unwrapped herself from my body and ended the kiss as I dropped the duffel bag on the floor and shut the door behind me. She gave my lips another quick kiss before she dropped to her knees in front of me and started to pull the basketball shorts I had on down to my ankles.
She started to rub my semi-hard cock through my boxers with her hand as she looked up at me. I went to say something but I stopped when Lauren held a finger up to her lips. I simply nodded my head as she pulled my boxers down, joining my shorts. She put her hands on my thighs as she stuck out her tongue and licked all over my shaft, tip, and balls before wrapping her lips on the top of my cock.
I moaned loudly as Lauren continued to make direct eye contact with me and slid down my shaft, taking all of my hard, thick cock into her mouth. She finally closed her eyes as she started bobbing her head up and down, still keeping her hands on my legs. She moaned around my shaft, taking all of me in every time, as I stared down at her.
Having worked myself at the thought of this weekend all week and especially on the drive up, I knew I wasn't going to last very long. I thought about warning Lauren or putting my hand on her head, but quickly decided not to. I simply enjoyed the feeling of her warm, moist lips on my cock, going down her throat, and vibrating as she continued to moan around it.
When Lauren felt the first squirt of cum shooting out a few seconds later, she quickly buried her nose in my groin, letting my cock pump inside her mouth as she swallowed it all down. I pushed my hips forward, trying to get even deeper into her throat as a groan escaped my lips.
When my orgasm was done, Lauren slowly pulled me out of her mouth, licked her lips clean, looked up at me, and said, "Hi."
"Hi," I replied back, breathing deeply.
A sudden knock at the door made me jump and my heart sink as I quickly pulled my boxers and shorts up. Lauren stood up from the floor and said, "Perfect timing! I ordered us some pizza."
She opened up the front door and grabbed a couple boxes from the delivery boy outside on her porch. I laughed silently as his eyes were instantly glued to her nipples poking through her tank top.
"What was you going to do if you were still blowing me or if I wanted something more when he showed up?" I asked Lauren as she closed the door and walked to the kitchen with the pizza boxes in her hands.
