Notes: Thank you to
kenjisato
for the proofreading and editing of this story.
All characters in this work of fiction are eighteen years of age or older.
My Slut for a Day
It was a typical, scorching summer afternoon in Las Vegas. I was headed to my business partner, Dave's, house. He had asked me to pick up some gear that he needed shipped to him for a customer demo in Denver, and he was already en route.
Any excuse to be in the company of Stacy, Dave's wife, was a welcome chore. I've wanted to fuck Stacy for years, since that first day I met her at their apartment, when we were all young and a lot more fun. She's a petite, natural-blonde with dreamy, blue eyes. She wouldn't look out of place in a swimsuit magazine, but is even sexier in shorts and a cutoff rock t-shirt, at least, in my opinion. Back then, she was a little shy and always had a friendly and positive vibe. Everyone wanted to be around Stacy. I definitely wanted to be around Stacy. On Stacy. In Stacy. You get the idea.
I arrived at Dave's house around one-thirty in the afternoon. It's located in an affluent, gated community for custom homes, built on oversized lots. The streets are lush with tropical landscaping and mature palm trees, attempting to disguise the fact that we live in the desert. Dave's house is practically built into the side of a mountain, Black Mountain to be specific. It features high stucco and stone walls for privacy and security. Some of the neighboring homes have private gates, but Dave's doesn't.
I should have called first, but the idea of catching Stacy, home alone and scantily clad, kept me from tipping off my arrival. I rang the bell and waited. Nothing from inside. I had noticed her red convertible BMW 850i in the driveway when I walked up. I rang the doorbell again and waited. Still nothing.
Maybe she is out with friends, I thought. Oh well, no flirting with Stacy today. I headed around to the back, to let myself in with the door code that I've known since they moved in. Thankfully, I heard it before I saw it, so they didn't see me. There was rock music playing and Stacy was sitting sideways on a chaise lounge beside the pool. It's a beautiful pool, with two waterfalls, one of which is hiding a secluded hot tub. I didn't see any of that. What I did see is that Stacy had some muscular young stud's fairly impressive cock in her mouth! Her head was moving back and forth, making long strokes on his shaft. Her arms were around his waist, her hands each gripping a butt cheek, pulling him into her mouth with each stroke. I was close enough to see the drool icicle swinging from her chin.
Holy shit! It took me a few seconds to return to rational thought. I realized I should be capturing this moment. So, I did. I found a gap at the gate where I could prop my phone and get the full view of activities without popping my head over. This lucky fucker was living out my fantasy.
I must have missed most of the blowjob, because Stacy was soon on her back getting her pussy eaten by the young stud. I was excruciatingly hard watching Stacy being pleasured. I'd seen her spectacular 34 D-cup tits before, but I'd never seen her completely naked and definitely never in action. Her nipples were fully erect. He was squeezing her tits and she was running a hand through his hair, pulling his face deeper into her cunt. Her moans were heavenly. Stacy has a sweet, high-pitched voice. I always knew she would make incredible sex noises.
It was painful, enduring the entire session, hunched below the gate with a raging hard-on. I wanted to pull my cock out, but there was no way I could manage that and maintain my cover. I was breathing heavily as it was, just from the excitement of watching. Stacy exceeded my already lofty expectations, fucking like the sex goddess I always knew she was. She came at least three times as they moved from missionary, to doggie, and finally to cowgirl, where she rode his cock into submission. She kept grinding as he pumped his load into her.
I finally heard them make their way back into the house. I took the opportunity to backtrack to the front. I decided to play it cool. I walked up to the door again and rang the doorbell. This time, I could hear a commotion. After a couple of minutes, Stacy answered the door, wearing a white robe. I was sure there was nothing underneath. I would have loved to give that sash a tug. Instead, I explained what I needed and she invited me in with a smile. I declined her offer of a beer, explaining I needed to get the gear shipped quickly. I had things to do.
The Stacy video was my new favorite porn. Using a video editor application I found online, I was able to zoom it in and crop it to fill the screen with Stacy. I played it on my big screen often, while masturbating, usually shooting my load as she orgasmed. The scene where he is pounding her in missionary, and her ankles are back by her head is my favorite. Hers, too, I thought. I loved watching her get fucked hard. She was amazing on video, but after a while, I wanted more. I needed more.
Finally, Dave was away again for another trip. A demo for a potential new customer of our software. The next morning, I called Stacy and asked her if she could come by my place. I said I wanted to ask her something about Dave, but needed it to be confidential. She was hesitant at first, but finally agreed, even though I wouldn't give her any details in advance.
Less than an hour later, Stacy arrived. My place is only a few minutes down the road from theirs. Actually, around the mountain a couple of miles. My bachelor pad is also in the foothills of Black Mountain, with incredible strip views at night. We purchased and built our homes around the same time, using a lot of the same contractors.
"Hey, Stacy," I said smiling, looking at her the way I do when Dave isn't around.
"Hi, Chris," Stacy replied, smiling a little nervously. She was wearing a form-fitting summer dress, with spaghetti straps hooked over the shoulders, extending downward to the middle of her golden-brown thighs. She no longer dressed like the laid-back rocker chick, but this was working just fine. Her D-cups looked massive on her petite frame and were always the center of attention.
"Come on in," I said. "Really, it's nothing serious. I just wanted to show you something. Is it too early for a cocktail? Can I get you anything?"
"Maybe later." Stacy sat down on the couch. Coincidentally, in the same spot where I usually sit when I'm jerking off, watching her get fucked.
"So, what's this about, Chris?" she asked, getting down to business.
There was no getting around it. This was a big gamble. I was about to either blow up my business, or spend the day partaking of Dave's wife. I pressed the play button on my phone and the television sprang to life, playing Stacy's pool adventure. The video didn't have any lead-in, since I had arrived when activities were 'in-progress'.
Stacy was wide-eyed in complete shock, with her hand covering her mouth as she watched herself sucking the young stud's cock on the big screen.
"Oh my god!" She shrieked. "Where did you get this?"
"The day I came by your house. I got there a little earlier than I let on. No one answered the doorbell, so I was going to let myself in through the back to pick up the equipment Dave needed. I wasn't trying to spy on you, honestly. I was shocked, but I couldn't stop watching. You were so amazing."
"How could you? Turn it off!" Stacy turned away, unable to or not wanting to look at me or the video. Her lower lip trembled. I paused the video, but left it on the screen.
"Oh god, does Dave know?"
"No, I haven't told Dave anything about this and I don't think he ever needs to know."
This seemed to calm her a little. "Well, thank you...I guess."
"Of course, I wouldn't want to hurt you and it's really none of my business. I'm hoping this can be our secret. Although, you may not like what I want in return."
"I'll do it. I don't care what it is. Dave cannot find out about this. My life would be ruined." Stacy pleaded, the moisture pooling in her blue eyes until they overflowed with a few tears, which she quickly wiped away.
"I understand. I don't want that either...You know I've always wanted you, right? When I saw that you weren't fully monogamous to Dave, I got the idea that maybe I could have you, too. I know it's wrong of me to ask for this, but I really need to have you."
Wide eyes again. "No! You can't mean...THAT!"
"Well, yeah. THAT. You."
