Day 3 -- Sunday
Los Angeles, California 2012 -- But not our universe
Fortunately for Ray, Tommy Malone had been too surprised to protest much when he'd walked in on Ray fucking his wife in the butt. The huge linebacker had been a little pissed off with Ray of course, but she'd been alone at the time so technically Ray had done nothing wrong and Tommy had no cause for complaint.
Jill, Tommy's wife had also gone to school with Ray, Nick, Tommy and Christine and had in fact been on the cheerleading team with Christine. That was probably why Ray had recognised her and assumed she was Christine. He was actually a little annoyed that Jill hadn't recognised him, as she'd once given him a handjob during maths class back in their senior year of high school. But then again, Ray had thought she was Christine so he could hardly hold a grudge.
Ray was pretty sure that Tommy and Jill wouldn't think there was anything strange about his arrival and tip off Nick about the incident. He'd even managed to get Nick and Christine's correct address from Tommy under the guise of wanting to catch up with old friends. All in all, it wasn't a complete disaster after all.
After fucking both Alice, his eighteen year old neighbour, and Jill, Ray had decided he might be pushing his stamina too far if he confronted Christine as well, so instead he'd gone straight home after leaving Tommy's house.
That evening, his wife Melissa had even offered him anal sex, to make up for her soreness on Friday night. He tried to take her up on the offer, but just hadn't been able to get it up. He was completely spent.
***
On Sunday morning, following his mistaken identity run in with Jill, Ray woke up to the delightful sensation of his wife Melissa's talented mouth on his cock.
It seemed that his fatigue from the previous day was gone, as he was hard as a rock, and responding rather excitedly to Melissa's warm lips sliding up and down his morning wood.
"Good morning baby," he breathed with a grin as Melissa's tongue swirled over the underside of his trembling erection.
"Morffphnig hohfey," came Melissa's muffled reply around her mouthful of cock.
Ray sighed in contentment and stared up at the ceiling as his dutiful wife sucked on his penis. He briefly wondered if he should give up on his quest for revenge and spend the day in bed screwing the gorgeous creature that was currently orally worshipping his manhood.
Then he remembered the way Melissa had been walking when she'd got back from Nick using her, and the apparent admiration she'd had for the asshole's supposedly big cock. No, he was determined to have sex with Nick's wife Christine. He had the right address this time and there was no stopping him!
Ray reached out and gently took hold of Melissa's head, lifting her up off his prick. He pulled her up slightly so that he could look her in the eyes, his dick, slick with her saliva, slipping between her heavy breasts and sliding snugly into her cleavage. That didn't help his resolve.
"Sorry sweetie, but I've got to head away early this morning," he told her. He wanted to save his load for Christine today, he was determined not to get sidetracked like yesterday, no matter what was on offer. His cock did feel pretty nice lodged between Melissa's ample jugs however.
Melissa pouted. "But it's Sunday honey."
"I know," he replied apologetically. "The auditor needs to see me urgently at work."
"We can't leave you all hard and unattended," replied Melissa with a smile, she slid her smooth body against him, pressing her ample tits up against his erection. "You now how your balls get all sore when they're not properly milked."
Ray winced, he wished he could just fuck her right then and there, but he had to stay focussed on his mission.
"Don't worry baby, I'll find someone on the bus to give me a blowjob or something."
Melissa pouted again. "Aw, that's not fair, I get you all worked up and someone else gets to drink the cream."
Ray grinned. He really was lucky to have such a loving wife. "I promise I'll save you some for tonight."
"You'd better!" Melissa relented, rolling off him and letting him get up.
***
According to the address that Tommy Malone had given him, Nick and Christine Cooper's house was about an hours drive away from where Ray lived, in the much more expensive and upmarket area of the city.
Ray had just pulled to a stop for a red light when there was a loud crunching noise and his car was shunted violently forwards. Ray's head snapped forward and smacked against the steering wheel.
"What the fuck.." he murmured as he rubbed his forehead where it had struck the wheel. Feeling slightly dazed he opened the door and clambered out of the car.
Behind him was a bright red sports car, the front of which was crumpled in slightly. Ray glanced back at his own car as saw there was very little damage, the brunt of the impact had been taken on his tow bar.
"Oh shit, I'm soooo sorry sir," said a young woman's voice as she got out of the sports car, a look of horror on her face.
She was blonde and looked to be in her early twenties. She was wearing a tight red mini-dress and matching high heeled shoes. She had a hot looking body, the dress clinging to her generous curves. She was definitely the perfect blonde Californian babe.
Ray swallowed. If he hadn't been in a rush to get to Christine he would have loved to have asked her for a blowjob.
"Are you okay sir?" asked a second voice as the passenger door opened.
