Jody from The Gym
A Fictional Story by PixieDustingNB.
The one exception was a stunning redhead I’d learn was named Jody. I’d seen Jody just about every day that summer. She was short, mid-thirties, about 5’1″ with red hair and just slightly thick. She was honestly built exactly like how I like: narrow waist but with a little bit of a belly and thick thighs and ass. Soft but strong and well-proportioned. She filled out her yoga pants perfectly, and it was always hard not to stare when she’d get on the elliptical in front of me. I did notice she always did come to the one in front of the one I was on, which should have been my first hint of what was to come. The only thing I didn’t like about how she looked was that she always wore the same diamond ring and wedding band. Why are all the smoking hot thick redheads always married? I’ll admit, watching her on the elliptical was great motivation to go to the gym every day.
It was the same routine for a couple of weeks. I’d go into the gym, change into my gym clothes, and jump on an elliptical to warm up, and then a couple of minutes later Jody, the plump redheaded goddess of my lust, would come out of the women’s locker room and walk up to whatever elliptical was in front of me, and she’d start her workout. After my cardio, I’d hit the weights, and I’d usually watch as Jody went around and did all the lower body machines before I hit the shower and went home. I swear I must have jerked off picturing that ass every day of those two weeks. One Tuesday morning as I was walking out, Jody was at the front desk complaining.
“What do you mean there’s no towels? There’s always towels.” She seemed unusually exasperated.
“Sorry, ma’am, the washing machine broke yesterday, and it won’t be fixed until Friday. We had to send out for towels this morning, and they can’t deliver them until tomorrow,” The person working the desk explained.
“Fuck. I’m supposed to meet my best friend from college after this! How am I supposed to shower? I don’t want to go all sweaty and gross,” she replied.
“Excuse me,” I chimed in. “I have a couple of extra towels I keep in my car if you want to borrow one. They’re clean. You can give it back to me tomorrow. You’re here every day like me.”
“Oh my god, you don’t mind?” she asked, visibly relieved. “You’re a lifesaver.”
“Don’t mention it,” I said, and I ran out to my car to grab her a towel.
She had a huge smile on her face when I came back in. “Oh, my hero,” she sighed melodramatically. “How can I ever repay you?”
“Don’t worry about it,” I said. “You’d do the same for me. I’m Mike, by the way”
“Jody,” she replied with a smile. “I’ll get this back to you tomorrow.
The following day, as I was starting on my elliptical, I saw Jody coming out of the women’s locker room. She was dressed a little differently today. Instead of her normal yoga pants and tank top, she was wearing very short yoga shorts and a sports bra. I have to admit I got a little turned on as she smiled and waved at me. “Please don’t let her see my dick getting hard through my gym shorts.” I thought. As she approached, I could only hope my compression shorts underneath my gym shorts were strong enough to hide my throbbing erection.
“My knight in shining armor,” Jody said with a smile as she got on the elliptical next to mine. “Thanks again for the towel yesterday.”
“Don’t mention it,” I said with a smile.
“Hey, I totally meant to bring that towel today, but when my husband did the laundry yesterday, he forgot to turn on the dryer, so it was still soaked this morning, and I had to rewash it. It’s in the dryer now. I can bring it tomorrow, or if you aren’t doing anything after this, you could come to my house to pick it up and maybe have some lunch. I feel like I owe you at least that for bailing me out yesterday,” She said as she quickened her pace on the elliptical.
My dick was now absolutely rock solid, and I had to keep reminding myself that she was married and just being friendly. I decided it would be nice to have some company for a bit after the gym, even if I was desperate to fuck her, so I agreed. We continued to make small talk while we did our cardio. The normal stuff, like where’d you go to school, what did you do for a living. We’d both gone to local state colleges, and she was a teacher too. We were both trying to shed the weight we’d put on over the course of the school year. I noticed she really just kind of skimmed over any talk of her husband, which made me a little hopeful we’d wind up more than just gym friends, but I reminded myself that I was probably reading into this way more than I should.
After the cardio, we went and did our own workouts. The gym was small enough that I could see her the entire time she was working out. I tried not to stare, but my god did her ass look amazing when she was doing squats and good mornings. All I could think about was grabbing her and railing her tight pussy from behind. She definitely noticed me looking a couple of times, and I thought I saw a smirk cross her face once or twice.
Once we’d both finished our workouts, we showered and met up in front of the gym. She was wearing a really short sundress that really accentuated her hips and showed a fair amount of cleavage. I walked her to her car and followed her to her house. “I hope you like Caesar salad and chicken,” she said as we walked inside. “I’m trying to lose this belly, so I’m eating a lot of lighter foods.”
“Oh, you don’t need to lose that belly,” I said with a smile. “It works on you.”
“Yeah?” she smiled slyly as I looked around her living room on the way to the kitchen. “It’s never been my favorite part of my body. I’ve always been partial to my ass.” Oh wow, she was definitely hitting on me, I thought. “What do you think of it?”
“I’d say it was immaculate,” I replied. My dick was getting hard again.
We sat down and had the lunch she had already prepared. After lunch, she asked if I’d like to hang out and watch some TV. The idea of some company for the afternoon sounded nice, and I didn’t have anywhere to go, so I decided why not, hoping her husband wouldn’t come home early. I sat down on the couch in her living room and saw a wedding picture on the end table. She looked incredible in her wedding dress. I noticed her husband was only a couple of inches taller than her in the pic, and he was pretty thin. Maybe I wouldn’t have to worry about him kicking my ass since I was 5’11” and fairly muscular for a guy in his mid 40’s, but I still didn’t want to cause any trouble for her.
Jody grabbed the remote and sat down very close to me on the couch. My heart started pounding immediately, and I felt my cock stiffening. “Oh my god, this is the movie I saw on the date where I had my first kiss,” Jody said as she put on some old rom com from the 90’s.
“I don’t know if I’ve ever seen it,” I said. “Is it any good?”
“I enjoyed it,” she said as she got a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “Do you want to know what my favorite part was?”
“Sure,” I said. And with that, Jody turned and put her arms around my neck and leaned in and kissed me lightly on the lips. We both paused for a moment before we leaned in and opened our mouths and started making out on the couch.
“This is how it went the first time I saw this too,” she said breathlessly as I began to kiss her neck. “I have no fucking clue what this movie is about,” and with that she started kissing me again, more intensely this time. She started running her hands over my chest, and I reached over and started caressing her waist and belly before slowly sliding my hand up to her breasts. I could feel her nipples getting hard under her sundress, and she definitely wasn’t wearing a bra. After a moment or two, she stood up, grabbed my hand, and led me upstairs to the bedroom.
As we walked through the door, I tightened my grip on her hand and spun her around into another kiss. I put my hands on her waist as she wrapped her arms around my neck, and I slowly slid my right hand down and grabbed her ass like I’d longed to do for two weeks. God, she had the perfect ass. It was so soft and round. And huge. I felt a bit of a pang of guilt when we momentarily took our tongues out of each other’s mouths to walk over to the bed, and I saw another wedding picture on her nightstand. There was this gorgeous woman I was about to fuck smiling with her happy and unknowing husband. But it was too late, and if I’m honest, a part of me was turned on by the fact that she wanted me enough to break her wedding vows. As we got to the bed, she pulled off her dress. She was wearing a white lace thong that she definitely hadn’t worn to work out. She had definitely planned this. I pulled her mostly naked body close to mine. The flowery smell of her hair made my head spin. It reminded me of a girl I dated in college. As we made out, she undid my belt and slid my shorts and underwear down. She grabbed my cock and paused for a second to look down.
“Oh wow, you’re pretty big,” she said.
I’m about seven and a half inches fully erect and fairly thick.
“Thanks,” I said. “You are too, and in the most perfect way possible,” and I grabbed her thick ass with both hands as she slowly stroked me. I slowly reached one of my hands around to the front and gently began to rub her clit while I kissed her neck.
“Oh god,” she moaned as she stroked my rock hard dick. God, I couldn’t wait to fuck her. But I knew she needed to get off first because I didn’t know how long I’d be able to last fucking this absolute perfect specimen of a woman.
I gently began sliding her thong off of her glorious hips and had her sit on the edge of the bed as I knelt in front of her. She spread her legs wide for me, and I carefully inserted a finger into her as I began to kiss her thighs. “Turn your hand the other way and move your finger like you’re telling me to come to you,” she whispered.
I did as I was told and worked my mouth over to her soaking wet pussy. I gently kissed her clit, and she sighed and pushed her legs open a little wider for me as she began to slowly rock her hips to rub her clit on my tongue. She was not shy about giving direction at all. She started by moving her hips faster, which told me to flick my tongue a little faster. I tried to match her speed as best I could, and soon she was getting a little louder.
“Oh god, Mike, put another finger in.”
Soon she was moaning louder and louder and thrusting her hips more and more.
“OH MY GOD MIKE I’M GOING TO CUUUMMMMM!” she screamed as a little bit of liquid squirted out onto my face. Her thrusts slowed, and she got a frantic look in her eyes. “Fuck me, Mike! Put your dick in me right now!” and with that I pushed her back up onto the bed and climbed on top of her. “You eat pussy so much better than my husband,” she said breathlessly. “Let’s see if you fuck better than him too.”
I took my cock and gently rubbed it between her pussy lips, teasing her. “What was it you wanted?” I said, smiling.
“I want your cock. I want your cock inside me right now.”
“And how do you ask?” I was feeling a bit devilish fucking this married woman in her husband’s bed.
“Please, Mike. Please put your cock inside me,” she begged.
And with that, I slammed my dick into her willing married pussy. I was lost in euphoria as I gradually quickened my pace. The next thing I knew, I was absolutely slamming my cock into this perfect woman’s perfect pussy while she screamed in delight. I could feel my load building up, and I didn’t want to finish yet, so I pulled out. “Get your ass in the air,” I said.
Jody listened, and I knelt behind her and grabbed her hips and slammed my cock into her pussy from behind. I started slowly again because I was afraid I’d cum too quickly if I went fast, but I made sure each thrust was so hard she’d remember every single one. She gasped with every thrust, which encouraged me to go faster and faster. Eventually she was screaming again that she was coming, so I kept that steady pace until her screams subsided. And then I pulled my dick out and flipped her over onto her back again. I wanted to look into her pale blue eyes when I came.
I reinserted my dick and stared into her eyes as I built back up to a fast pace. She never broke eye contact as she wrapped her legs around my back and began pulling me into her. She yelled, “fuck!” through gritted teeth with every thrust interspersed with the occasional, “fuck yes!” I was definitely getting close when I heard the front door open and close. I paused for a second.
“Don’t fucking stop!” She yelled, and I gladly obliged.
I began thrusting faster, and soon my dick erupted inside her as she screamed that she was cumming again. Just then there was a knock at the bedroom door. My heart sank. Fuck. Her husband was home. Shit. I didn’t want to fuck up her life.
“Hey honey, I’m home,” came a meek voice from the hallway. “Are you going to need me to change the sheets before bed tonight?”
“Yes, sweetie,” Jody responded. “His cum is going to be everywhere, and he definitely made me squirt a few times.”
I realized the sheets under us were soaked with our fluids.
“I’m glad you had fun, honey,” the voice replied. “I’ll go get some sheets from the linen closet and give you two a minute. I’ll wait out here until you’re ready.”
My heart was pounding, and I was confused as shit. “Ummm, what the fuck, Jody,” I whispered. “Why isn’t he pissed?”
“I’m a hotwife, sweetie,” she said with a giggle. “I thought you realized that? I mean, we have swinger stuff all over.”
I looked around her bedroom, and sure enough, there was a pillow with an upside-down pineapple that said, “plays nice with others,” and another pillow that said, “Hotwife hot-life,” next to it.
“In fact, Bill has a very subby side. Sometimes I make him watch. And I’d be more than happy to make him watch us sometime if you’d be interested.”
“You know, that was the best sex I’ve had since college, so absolutely any time you want,” I said.
“Good, because that was outstanding, and I want a lot more of that cock.” Jody whispered. “Bill, I think we found a new bull!” she yelled.
“Can I let him in to change the sheets?” she whispered to me.
“Yeah,” I said, and we stood up out of bed.
“Come in and change the sheets, Bill,” Jody yelled, and Bill walked into the room with his eyes on the floor and a visible erection in his pants, if somewhat small.
He began stripping the bed. I started to walk over to the bathroom to clean up, and Jody pulled me back and began making out with me as Bill dutifully made the bed behind her. As Bill was finishing up putting the last pillow in the pillowcase, she whispered to me, “You should stay for dinner. Bill’s a great cook, and we’re having salmon, rice, and broccoli tonight.”
“Ok,” I said, smiling from ear to ear.
“Bill, can you run to the store and pick us up some more salmon? Mike needs a lot of protein,” she said. “And make sure you close the door behind you on the way out. I think we are going to hang out in here naked for a little bit. Remember to knock before coming in when you get back.”
“Yes, dear,” Bill replied.
After cleaning up, we got back into bed and cuddled naked and had some interesting pillow talk. Jody told me all about how she and Bill had gotten into the hotwife lifestyle. It turns out they were high school sweethearts, but Bill had gone to a prestigious business school for accounting, and she’d stayed local. While they were in college, she’d begun cheating on him, and one night he went to surprise her and caught her in bed, stoned out of her gourd with some dreadlocked hippie kid.
“I totally expected him to dump me on the spot, but instead he closed the door and waited until we were done. When we finished, and the other guy left, I was shocked when he walked in, and I could see the bulge in his pants. He really isn’t well endowed down there, and honestly, after having guys with normal-sized dicks in college, I didn’t think I could go back to just his little dick,” she said it kind of matter-of-factly. “I’m so lucky he turned out to be into it, because he’s really wonderful in so many other ways. You’ll see. He’s a great cook and really generous, and he really does genuinely love me and want me to be happy.”
“So you two have been swinging since college?” I asked, trying to sound nonchalant.
“No, no, no,” she said. “He doesn’t swing. I’m the only one he fucks. And even then only when I let him. As I said, I’m a hotwife. He’s my cuckold. He can go down on me or anyone I tell him to, but our relationship is built entirely around my pleasure. It’s like he’s my servant. He’s totally dedicated to my pleasure. I mean, obviously this is mostly just sex stuff. In most other ways we’re totally normal. But he loves watching other men pleasure me. And when he’s good, I let him,” she said with a mischievous chuckle.
“So you and other guys are just for physical pleasure?” I asked.
“Yes and no,” Jody said. “Bill understands that my body is mine and so is my heart. He also knows my heart is big enough to love a lot of people. I tend to keep it to just Bill and my bull, though, to keep it simple. So we occasionally wind up with a bit of a throuple situation, where Bill and I have our love, and I have another man that I also have romantic feelings for. Obviously I can’t expect my other lovers to be as dedicated to me as Bill since he is my husband, so I have no problem if they date other women. As long as they’re honest about it and don’t just ghost me if they find themselves in something serious.”
“This sounds like a great situation for you,” I said.
“Oh, it works out for Bill too. He loves it. I guarantee you he is beyond turned on right now,” she explained.
“And I guess it works out for your boyfriends too. I mean, I can sleep with you and still date?” I asked.
“If this works out and I want to keep fucking you,” she said with a smile. “And so far I want to keep fucking you.”
I must have been grinning like the Cheshire Cat because she laughed at me. “That sounds good to me,” I said.
“Oh wait, it gets better. Bill makes a lot of money, and he absolutely never says no to me. He’s paid for trips to the Bahamas and Paris for my lovers and me before. He’s super generous.” She said with a smile.
“I could absolutely get used to this,” I said.
“Good,” she replied as she laid her head on my chest and began stroking my chest hair.
Just then we heard the front door open and close, and Bill yelled up to us, “I’m back! When do you want to eat?”
Jody looked at me and asked, “6:30 sound good?
“6:30 sounds perfect,” I said.
“6:30, sweetie!” She yelled.
“Ok. He yelled back. I’m going to do some work down here, and I’ll start dinner in a bit.” Bill replied.
“Sounds great! Thanks, honey!” Jody responded.
We lay in bed for another hour or so exploring each other’s bodies before we finally got up and got dressed. Jody put on a pair of cotton string bikinis and put her yellow sundress back on, and I put on the cargo shorts and my t-shirt, and we went downstairs. Bill was poring over numbers in the office, so Jody and I snuggled up on the couch and watched some TV until it was dinner time. At exactly 6:30, Bill called us in to eat. Bill sat at the head of the table, and Jody sat across from me.
“So do I get to learn our guest’s name, dear?” Bill asked.
“Oh my god, I’m so fucking rude. I’m sorry, baby,” Jody said. “This is Mike. Mike, Bill.”
“Nice to meet you,” I said politely.
“Likewise,” Bill replied. “Well, dig in; don’t let the salmon get cold.”
I took a bite, and Jody was right. Bill was an amazing cook. The salmon was tender and juicy, and the marinade he cooked it in was amazing. It was smoky and sweet with a hint of spiciness, but nothing was overpowering. It was really perfectly balanced.
“Wow, this might be the best salmon I’ve ever had, Bill,” I said, taking another bite.
“Thank you. The sauce is an old family recipe.” He then smiled and added, “So what’s better, the salmon or my wife’s pussy?”
I coughed a bit as I almost choked on the salmon. I was not expecting that.
“Oh my god, Bill, really,” Jody laughed. “Bill, this is all pretty new to him. He really thought you were going to freak out when you came home. I’m so sorry, Mike.”
Bill laughed a little bit and apologized.
“It’s fine,” I smiled. “That just caught me off guard a little. If I had to rank the two, I’d have to say your wife beats the salmon, but this is by far the best salmon I’ve ever had. It’s absolutely perfect. Thank you. For both.”
“Really, it’s my pleasure. Whatever makes Jody happy.” He said, and they smiled lovingly at each other. For the rest of the meal, we ate and chatted politely. Just normal get-to-know-you small talk. Where I grew up, what I did for a living, what hobbies I had, etc. “Oh, so you’re both teachers. That’s fantastic!” Bill said enthusiastically. “Oh, do you two want dessert? I could make blueberry pie. I wouldn’t mind running back to the store.”
“Bill, I’m trying to lose weight.” Jody moaned. I kind of got a little turned on hearing that. “Don’t tempt me.” Jody pleaded.
She turned to me and said, “He makes the best pies. The crusts are so flaky but somehow still moist.”
“God, now you have to let him make one because I absolutely love pie,” I said.
“Ugh, fine.” Jody feigned resignation. “Can you get ice cream too?” she asked.
“Anything you want, dear,” Bill replied. And with that, Bill cleared the dishes, grabbed his keys, and went back out to the store while we settled down in the living room and watched reruns of sitcoms.
Before long, we were making out again. I couldn’t keep my hands off her. “Do you want a beer?” she asked, jumping up and running to the kitchen. Seeing her ass bounce in her little sundress stirred feelings in me. Before I knew it, I was almost ready for round two. I’m never ready for round two, but something about this woman just gave me the incentive.
“Sure,” I said. She came bouncing back in. Her perky little b-cups jiggled with each springy step. “Damn, you look just as good coming as you do going,” I said.
“Thank you very much. I quite enjoy the cumming part,” she said with a smile as she handed me a summer ale.
With that, I was completely ready for round two, and she noticed. “Wow, you look like you’re ready to go again,” she said, smiling.
“Turns out you’re great motivation,” I said, unzipping my pants.
She sat down on the couch next to me and pulled my cock out and wrapped her full lips around the head, flicking it slightly with her tongue before plunging all the way down the shaft. Just then Bill got back with the groceries.
“Having fun again, are we?” Bill asked with a smile.
“MMMmmph,” his loving wife responded.
“Having a blast,” I said, holding up my beer in salute to him. I didn’t think there was anything that could beat relaxation on the couch, drinking a beer and getting head from a beautiful woman, but having that woman’s husband working in the kitchen to make you a pie really brought it up a notch.
“God baby that feels great,” I said.
Jody knelt in front of me and took my cock out of her mouth for a minute. She slowly jerked me while she looked up at me with her big blue eyes and said, “Don’t cum yet. We really should let Bill watch. He’s been really awesome, and he absolutely loves it.”
“Ok,” I said, “I promise,” and I started to guide her head back to my cock.
She pulled back for a second and asked, “Is it ok if he jerks off while he watches us? He really gets off on it.”
“That’s fine,” I said
“Oh, and I might dom him a little bit, but your attention needs to remain focused on me until Bill gets to know you better, ok?
“That’s absolutely fine,” I said, and she took my cock back into her mouth. She seemed to really enjoy sucking my dick because she really put effort into it. And she was REALLY good at it. If we hadn’t just fucked that afternoon, I definitely would have cum in her mouth as she repeatedly took it deep enough to make herself gag.
As Jody was gagging on my cock Bill walked in and announced that the pie was in the oven and it would be ready to eat in about an hour and a half.
Jody pulled my dick from her mouth and said, “fucking finally. Let’s go upstairs.”
We stood up, and Jody grabbed my hand, and we began walking to the stairs before she stopped and looked at Bill.
“Oh yeah, do you think you’ve earned watching me fuck tonight?” She snapped at Bill.
Bill looked sheepishly at the ground and quietly said, “I don’t know, princess. Only you can judge that.”
“Good boy, Bill. You’ve been good today. You may watch. But you had better not make a sound,” she responded tersely.
You could clearly see Bill was erect through his gym shorts, and he smiled broadly as he got up and followed us into the bedroom.
“Go to your chair, Bill. You know the routine. You can’t jerk off until I tell you to, or else you get locked up.” Jody sounded so stern. Not the bubbly voice she’d been speaking in all night. This was clearly a woman in charge of the moment with her husband.
Jody watched as Bill sat down in a chair facing the bed. Once Bill was seated, Jody pulled my arm around her and placed my hand on her breast. I began to grind my still hard cock against her sundress-covered ass while I kissed the back of her neck. “Do you like seeing this, Bill?” Jody asked sternly. “Do you like watching a real man take your wife?”
“I like whatever pleases you, dear.” I reached my other hand around and began lifting the front of Jody’s dress as she stared disapprovingly at her husband.
“What are you, Bill?” Jody asked.
“I’m your little dick cuck bitch, ma’am,” Bill meekly responded.
“And what am I, Bill?” Jody once again demanded.
“You are my queen, ma’am. My reason for being. Your happiness is my happiness, and your pleasure is my pleasure.” Bill recited.
“And?” Jody asked angrily, “What am I here for?”
“You are here to pleasure better men than me,” Bill responded. I noticed his shorts already had a wet spot from precum on them, and he hadn’t even touched himself yet.
I reached my hand down that had been playing with Jody’s nipple and began rubbing her clit. “Oh my god, your hands are so good,” she responded in her sweet, bubbly voice. May I suck your dick more?” she pleaded.
“You may.” I granted her wish.
She turned to face me and got on her knees. She took my cock in her hand and turned to look at her husband, who was sitting perfectly upright with his hands on his knees. “And what do you want to do while I fuck this beautiful man?”
“I’d like to watch, and if it’s alright, touch myself,” Bill replied sheepishly.
Jody licked the head of my cock while staring intently at her husband. She then licked up and down the shaft while she cupped my balls, never breaking eye contact with her pitiful cuck. “Very well then. Jerk off, cucky.” And with that, she turned back to me and began deep throating my cock while staring up at me adoringly with those huge blue eyes. Bill must have had a great view of her dress hiked up over her ass. I was almost a little jealous of how great it must have been to watch her ass jiggle in those little white cotton string bikini panties she was wearing. But I was definitely still enjoying my view. And enjoying her mouth on my cock.
I maintained eye contact with her while she was gagging on my dick until I felt I was getting a little too close to an orgasm. “Get on the bed,” I told her.
“Yes sir,” she whispered in her quiet, bubbly voice. As she lay on the bed, I caught a glimpse of Bill’s “manhood.” It was honestly the smallest dick I’d ever seen. Maybe three inches. He was a little guy with little hands, and he was still stroking it with only his index finger and thumb.
I knelt between her legs and kissed her while I reached between her thighs to get her ready. She was already dripping wet again and still loose from getting fucked that afternoon. “Fuck me, please, sir,” she begged. I couldn’t resist and plunged my cock into her gaping pussy. She let out a loud moan and started thrusting her hips up to match my pace. As we got faster, she got louder. It being July, we were both sweating profusely, and she ordered Bill to get up and open the window. There was no way the neighbors weren’t hearing us fuck. She wrapped her legs around me once again and began pulling me into her at a furious pace. Eventually her screams quieted as her orgasm finished.
My abs were starting to get sore, so I rolled over onto my back, and Jody climbed on top of me with her knees by my hips. God, Bill must have had a beautiful view of his wife’s milky white round ass as she rode my cock in the moonlight. She rocked her hips back and forth as our pace quickened. Once again, we fucked faster, and this time we both got louder. Finally Jody put her feet next to my hips and started rapidly squatting onto my dick.
I was paralyzed with pleasure as she repeatedly slammed my dick into her pussy at the speed of a jackhammer. As she hammered away on my cock I could feel my orgasm building. She screamed that she was cumming, and that threw me over the edge. It felt like I was cumming gallons as I thrust my hips underneath her, lifting her with every push as she wailed in ecstasy.
Finally she collapsed on top of me in a deep kiss. As the hormones subsided, we realized the bed was soaking wet again. Furthermore, we realized that Bill was sitting in the corner, also completely drenched in his own cum. He sat there smiling sleepily, and I jumped up and said, “Hold on, I should get us some towels,” before realizing I had no idea where they kept their towels.
“They’re in the closet outside of the bathroom,” Jody said breathily as she lay panting on the bed.
I ran out, grabbed three towels, and threw one to Bill as I walked back into the room and handed Jody the other two.
“That was great, Jody,” I said, “I really hope to see you again soon.”
“Wait? What?” Bill asked, “Are you leaving?” Both he and Jody looked disappointed.
“Yeah, I’d love to spend the night, but I have some housework I need to take care of tomorrow, and I’ll need to change my clothes before I go anywhere in the daylight,” I laughed.
“Ok,” Jody said, “But next time you’re spending the night.”
“That sounds excellent,” I said. And after exchanging numbers with both of them, Jody walked me to the door.
To Be Continued…?
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