This story contains pervasive same-sex action, cuckolding, and rough sex. If that's not your cup of tea, please feel free to pass over it.
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10.
After his morning run Jack busied himself cleaning up after the previous night's soiree. This meant he was yet again airing out the master bedroom and cleaning sheets.
I need some more of these things
, Jack mentally lamented, stuffing the sheets in the washer yet again. He started a group text with Debbie and Cindy, reiterating Allison's afternoon visit and entreating the women to do what they could to help him bed the red head.
Jack, freshly showered and shaved, opened his door in response to the doorbell's chime shortly after three. Allison was waiting on the step, a blue, patterned button-down blouse subtly accentuating the curves of her chest while a matching tennis skirt of dark blue highlighted her pale legs. She had fantastic calves, and it took Jack a moment to find his tongue.
"Thanks for coming: you look great," Jack said honestly as his eyes finally found hers.
For her part Allison blushed slightly, shyly, and thanked him for the compliment.
"Where do you want to start?" Jack asked. "I've never worked on a project like this before, so you'll have to walk me through it."
Allison explained that she wanted to see the house, get a feel for the space, and hear about Jack's likes and dislikes. She went on to say that she would coordinate with Debbie on the artwork selection and that together they'd ensure they came in on time and within budget.
"Sounds like you two have done this before," Jack mused.
"Many times. We're very close and have been for years," Allison replied easily, pulling her straight red locks into a pony tail. "So, let's get to it."
Jack spent the next half hour moving Allison from room to room, answering her questions. The conversation went very similarly to his initial one with Debbie. He felt a powerful attraction to the woman, and thought he picked up on an openness to him on her part.
They finished in the master suite. Allison looked at the stripped bed and cocked an eyebrow at him. "Don't like sheets?" she asked with a bemused expression.
"In the wash," Jack replied, feeling a slight burning sensation creep into his cheeks and ears.
"Debbie says you've only been here about a week. Have you already found time to dirty the sheets that badly?" Allison asked, her grin broadening.
"I like my sheets to be clean," Jack improvised lamely.
"That's a really big bed, and I have a hard time imagining that you got the sheets that dirty, that fast by yourself," she pressed.
"I'm recently divorced myself. Ironically, the storyline isn't that much different from your own. She decided to start fucking her personal trainer from the gym without talking to me first, so, yeah," he trailed off.
The silence lasted a beat between them and Jack could sense some tension in the air between them. "So, anyway, I've decided to do things my way for a while. I'm absolutely not looking for serious romantic entanglements at this point. I've learned quite a bit about myself so far, and I'm really enjoying it here. I want clean sheets, so I get clean sheets," he finished, his voice communicating his newfound confidence by the time he finished.
"Well, I'm surprised that you don't have Bill cleaning them for you," Allison said with a gleam in her eye. "You do seem to possess an inordinate amount of influence over him and Debbie," she said thoughtfully. "Even Cindy was messaging me about how much fund they've all been having over here."
"What about you?" queried Jack. "Any big plans or changes coming for you now that you're single?"
"About the same as you. There have been some things missing from my life, and I'm going to use this as an opportunity to dive in and right those old wrongs." She said this confidently, assertively, and Jack found her to be incredibly desirable in this light.
"My business is here, and my network is strong enough that I'm not going to leave," she continued. "But I think I'll find some fun anyway. I'm not looking to run out and get married or anything though"
"I'm positive that you'll find some," confirmed Jack. "This neighborhood is like nowhere I've ever heard of."
His slip hadn't gone unnoticed. "Oh?" Allison asked, her eyebrows moving up her forehead. "How so?"
"A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell," Jack replied easily. "And frankly, I'm not sure if you'd want to hear it anyway."
"No, no," Allison protested, putting a cool, pale hand on his forearm. "I'm a mature adult. I don't judge what other people do or don't do in their bedrooms."
"Well, if you really want to hear then I'm going to need a drink. Care to join me?" Jack asked smoothly.
"If that's the price of admission, then I'm definitely in. What are we drinking?" Her light blue eyes sparkled as if energized by the promise of his revelations.
"Moscow mules?" Jack questioned.
"Never had one," Allison confessed.
"Well, trying new things has gotten me where I am now. Come on." Jack offered his arm and Allison slipped hers into his, Jack grabbing his phone before the two stepped out onto the back patio into the bar.
Jack texted Debbie:
Are you home?
Debbie:
Yep. Need me?
Jack:
