Carol's Cadillac CT5 was in the drive when I got home to our ranch style home, in a 'better' suburbs of KW (Kitchener-Waterloo Ontario). It was blocking my bay of the three car garage. 'What are the chances' I thought. Three to one, obviously. I chuckle to myself.
"Lucy! I'm home, an' you got some 'splainin' to do!" Lucinda and my joke homage to an old TV show.
My fair skinned, long raven haired, dark eyed love's heels click along the hall from the bedrooms. Her generous breasts sway and jiggle in her loose powder blue satin robe. Her hair is a mess, her makeup smudged.
We wrap together for a long kiss. There's and extra flavor to her mouth.
"You're home early, darling."
"Remember Bill and I decided to stagger hours through February when the office was slow?"
"Oh, yes. No matter, more time with my stud John." She kissed my cheek.
Then Carol came along the hall. She'd touched up her face and brushed her hair, She was blushing.
"Hi, John. Must fly. Stan will be home soon." She grabbed her purse and her sable and flew out the door.
"Carol?"
"Yes. At the Forest's Christmas party she slipped me her tongue and rubbed
my can under the mistletoe."
"Does Stan know?"
"No. And you won't tell him."
"Of course I'll keep mum."
The four of us often play golf together and Stan and I curl on the same rink.
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One of the many disagreements with my ex was about vacations. She wanted Europe, I wanted the Caribbean.
After the divorce I heard she went to Rome.
I took a cruise on a windjammer in the Caribbean.
That's where I met Lucy and her girlfriend Rosie. They made it clear they were NOT a couple. Just friends with benefits.
We had a great time. The three amigos.
Turns out Lucinda is the morning shift receptionist for a medical clinic in nearby Cambridge. I was thirty four at the time and she was thirty five.
Soon we were dating seriously and a year later we were married.
Occasionally we have sleepovers with Rosie. Or as Lucy calls them 'fuckovers'.
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"Well, my love, since you interrupted Carol, you'll have to finish me."
"If I must, I must."
"You must."
Soon as we got to the bedroom I was face down in Lucy's sweet pussy.
Gentle fingering. Lick, lick. Kiss and lick. Kiss the girl in the pink canoe. Lucinda is flying.
"Oh! O.O."
Can I give her another big 'O'?
Oh, ya! Her heels drum my back.
"Oh.Oh. Oh."
Time to climb aboard! I give my love a good old fashioned boning.
After a long cuddle I suggest we make dinner.
It's a few mornings later. We're both about to leave for work when the housekeeper, Mrs. Craig, arrives. She comes twice a week. She's early today.
"I'm glad you're both still here, Mr. Engle, Mrs.Engle. We need to talk.."
Ominous.
"I am not going to be able to keep cleaning your house."
"Why?" says Lucy, "Are you having health problems dear?"
"Do not call me dear. And no, my health has nothing to do with this. I am Christian woman, and I know what kinds if sin go on in this house! Mr Engle, your wife lies with another woman. She is a whore. I have proof!" She pulls out a handful of pictures from her coat pocket.. "See!"
"Where, how? How did you get these?"