“Are you interested in watching the game? It’s on at one. I can take you to the airport right after it’s over.”
“Um, sure, that sounds fine,” he said. “Let me just check my schedule,” he added, as he took out his phone and began fiddling with the buttons.
“Sure,” I said as I got up, asking if he wanted a warm-up of his mug. He declined and instead of going into the kitchen, I went into the bedroom. I heard the shower of the master bath running from halfway down the hall. I opened the bedroom door and was instantly enveloped by a plume of steam.
The bathroom door was ajar and I went in. I pulled the shower curtains back and found Lola sitting almost Indian style on the floor of the tub, showerhead in one hand shooting at her clit, her other hand diddling her cunt. She looked up, startled, and said, “What the. . . ?”
“Sorry darling, didn’t mean to interrupt. Just wanted to let you know that James is staying for the game today. Maybe you could make your delicious chili?”
“Can we talk about this later? I’m busy right now.”
“Oh, sure,” I said, standing over her and staring at her.
“You’re beautiful,” I said.
“Get out! And close the door!”
I left and went into the bedroom where I saw Lo’s phone lit up again with a text message. I looked at it. Sure enough, it was James. It said, “So, H knows and everything’s cool?”
I couldn’t resist. I picked up the phone, typed in the password, and texted back, “Yes. Cool as a cucumber. Mmmmm cucumber. Cool as a big, long, thick cucumber.”
I had to laugh out loud. I’m such a rogue.
I rejoined James in the living room and saw him check his messages and then readjust his position in his chair.
After some time Lo came into the living room, dressed, and she leaned over and kissed me good morning, but I could see she was eyeing James as she did so. She said good morning to James and then said, “I hear you’re staying for the game today.”
“I think I’ll make some chili and a seven-layer dip.”
“Mmmmmmm,” I sounded, “I love your dip!”
“I’m going to go out and do some errands. Maybe I’ll pick up some beer, the stuff for the chili and dip. Anything else you boys want?”
“Don’t forget the chips,” I said.
“I won’t,” said Lo, “and I’ll get a cucumber,” she added as she gave a knowing look first to James and then to me.
“Cucumber?” I asked, again playing the dumb one, “What for?”
“I just got a craving for cucumber.”
“OK, sweetie, whatever makes you happy.”
With that she blew kisses and departed. James looked at me quizzically. I just shrugged my shoulders as if to say, “Yep, I know, she’s an odd duck.”
A couple of hours later Lo returned, groceries in hand, and also a couple of bags full of clothes and shoes.
“I thought you were going food shopping?” I inquired as if surprised.
“I started with the food shopping, but ended with accidental clothes shopping.”
She looked up, shame faced, and kissed me on the cheek, whispering in my ear, “Sorry, Daddy. But I think you’ll like. Can I put on a fashion show for you?”
“Nothing racy,” I cautioned.
“Oh no, Daddy. What kind of girl do you think I am?”
She disappeared into the bedroom and reemerged in the living room wearing new jeans and a new top.
She did a little twirl and accepted our compliments graciously.
She returned to the bedroom and emerged with a new skirt and new heels. Again, we admired her taste and her looks.
She went back to the bedroom and came out wearing her Daisy Dukes and a skimpy top saying that she’s going to start cooking.
The pre-game show was on and Lo came into the living room with an open beer for both James and me. Then she returned to the kitchen and we didn’t see her again till kick-off. She brought in the seven-layer dip and the chips and put them on the coffee table. “I’ll be right back with a bowl of chili.” She scurried out of the room and by the end of the first quarter we each were served a hot bowl of chili with a dollop of sour cream and chives on top. She left the room and came back with a bowl of chili for herself and sat down on the couch between James and me — her bare legs looking more delectable than any chili or seven-layer dip.
We watched the game till halftime and though it was a good and exciting game, Lo repeatedly commented about how boring and even stupid it was. “You have a lot of opinions,” I said, “some best kept to yourself, don’t you think?” She rolled her eyes at me.
At halftime she got up and stood in front of the TV and said, “Don’t you think we could find something more interesting to do before James has to leave?” As she said this, right there in the living room, with all the window blinds up and open, letting in lots of sunlight, she began unbuttoning her blouse, one button slowly down at a time till it was hanging loosely over her breasts. Then she unbuttoned her shorts, gradually unzipping till her pink lace panties were peeping out. She slid them down her lovely legs — inch-by-inch — till they were around her ankles. She slipped out of them and then got on all fours and crawled like a dog across the hardwood floor up to James’ crotch. She put her mouth right over the bulge in his pants and gently bit down.
“Throw a dog a bone,” she said as she pulled up and sat up on her knees and removed her blouse completely.
James darted a quizzical look at me and I just shrugged my shoulders and said, “You have my permission to give her what she wants. She’s like a dog in heat — constantly. ”
Lo undid James’ pants, pulled out his cock — it was bursting at the seams of his underwear — and she took it in her mouth, deep, like last night. She turned around, still on all fours, and wagged her butt as if it were a tail. “Come on, take the dog for a walk,” she said.
Both James and I followed Lo as she crawled her way to the bedroom. She got up on the bed and spread her legs and told James to start licking her. He obeyed. Then she got on all fours on the bed and told him to fuck her. He stood behind her and entered her from behind, thrusting with force. “Oh yeah. Harder,” she said.
I walked around the other side of the bed, removed my pants and let Lo take me in her mouth as James gave her all he had from behind. Lo was in hump heaven. James and I looked at each other for a bit over Lo’s bare back. “You like my little whore?”
He nodded his head as perspiration began to bead along his hairline. “She is a total nympho. You were right. Sorry I doubted you,” he said between thrusts.
The rest of the afternoon James, Lo, and I took turns in various positions, arrangements, and combinations. Oh, and we found lots of uses for the cucumber too! Lo loved it. When we were done — only an hour before James had to catch his flight — Lo said that she was too sore, too used and abused, to accompany us to the airport. She just lay naked on the bed, slowly caressing her pussy with one hand as she kissed James goodbye, wished him a safe flight, and said he has to come back to visit soon.
[Excerpt from the story, “The Big Game,” from the blog: mysexlifewithlola.com]