Friday afternoon comes, and I leave the project after a long argumentative meeting with a belligerent contractor. "Why the fuck do these guys schedule meetings on a Friday?!" I think to myself as I walk up the driveway. I notice Alison's car in the garage, the spare donut on the left rear axle.
"Uh oh, I hope she's alright" I think as I pick up the pace, wondering how she did changing the tire and why she didn't call me.
I hear voices in the yard and go around that way, expecting to see her on the phone or sitting with friends. I turn the corner, and there she is, with a friend alright, a friend from next door!! She sits in our hot tub with Doug, drinks in hand. Now, our hot tub is a decent sized one, and can fit 6 adults easily, 8 or more if you're really good friends and don't mind the friendly rubs of body part to body part that is inevitable.
They sit on opposite sides, and I can see that Alison has already began her weekend with a few drinks. I mean, it is 5 o'clock somewhere, right? What I don't see is that Doug's shorts are folded over the lounge chair closest to Alison, even though they are in plain sight.
"Hello honey" she says, and I can tell that she's probably 3 drinks into her weekend. "How was your day? Mine could have been terrible, but our friend Doug here, well, he saved the day. He deserves a reward, why don't you reward him Bill?" as she chuckles and looks at me devilishly.
My heart skips a beat as I wonder what the hidden meaning is behind her comment. "Does she know? Has she fucked him?" I think. "Has she fucked him without me?" springs foremost to my mind.
"The day was long, but thankfully, it's over and it's Friday" I respond. She gets up and we both stare at her in an electric blue tankini, the straps on her bottom pulled up over her hips, exposing and highlighting her beautiful curves. The top covers her huge boobs, but exposes about 2" of her stomach, which is still quite flat, despite minimal attention given to the gym. Her boobs are their usual melonous size, stretching the lycra fabric of the tankini top to the limit and creating a big boob-shelf above her belly. The sight is mesmerizing. She shows quite a bit of cleavage, more than usual around company, but I'm not complaining, and neither is Doug. His eyes undress her, and I wonder if he's already seen them uncovered. I have a feeling he has, as he doesn't seem to care that he's staring.
She gets me a beer and gets back in the tub and says to me, "Sit down, let me tell you how my day went." It's a long story."
I relax and she begins, "I was on my way home on the turnpike and I heard a bang. The car started acting weird, so I pull over. 'Fuck' I said, 'fucking lousy time to get a flat'. I was ready to call you, but Doug here pulls up and changes the tire for me."
"Thanks Doug, I owe you" I say to him. "Anything for a friend" he says. "It was no big deal. Besides, helping a beautiful woman in distress is always a pleasure."
Alison continues, "Well, he follows me home to make sure I get there safely and I offer him something, a drink to thank him. He agrees, but says he wants to change first. I go with him to his house and while he's changing, I look around, not nosy or anything mind you, just to see his taste."
"Ok" I say, wondering where this is going, slightly worried.
"Well" she continues, it suddenly dawns on me that Doug doesn't seem to have all that much furniture, and there are only 2 or 3 pieces that might require 2 people to move. The more I look, it doesn't even seem that those pieces have been moved recently. I yell to Doug, asking him if he has any white wine. He tells me there is some in the basement, and to help myself."
I gulp nervously.
Alison goes on, "So I go downstairs, and wouldn't you know it, the basement is unfinished. No plumbing. No walls. Nothing. I come up with a bottle and ask Doug 'what does Bill do here when you call him over?' He says that he helps you move things and said you were finishing your basement, but it's obvious you aren't. Does he meet a woman here?"
I look at Doug and he shrugs his shoulders.
Alison continues "Since Doug was hemming and hawing, I 'persuaded' him to tell me, and these" as she grabs her tits, "well, they're better than a lie detector."
"So honey" Alison says to me seductively, "why don't you show me what you've been doing? Doug and I have been talking about it and drinking, and honestly, it's gotten me excited. Of course, I might want his big cock too." and she smiles.
"Doug, sit up on the ledge and show me what he can do, won't you" Alison coos.