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floor next to the sofa, boobs at
the ready, with our two guys standing over us, working up for the final moment.
Chas came first, shooting a load of man juice over my breasts and then Ellen’s.
The cum dripped down my boobs on to my stomach and thighs. Then Tony came, too,
giving us both a thorough drenching in hot and sticky semen. I put my arm
around Ellen and she turned to kiss me. Our boobs touched, the cum dripping
down our stained and sweaty bodies. On the TV screen, the sexy secretary took
two loads of cum in her mouth, licking up every last drop and swallowing it.
Oh, boy, we were three very naughty ladies.
Wow! That was
the most fun I’d ever had watching TV.
When I awoke in
the morning, the boys had gone, and I was curled up in my bed with Ellen. I
could only vaguely remember how that had happened. We had enjoyed one hell of a
night. Sod Brad and his prim and proper ways. He was gone for ever, but that
was OK…there were plenty of other dicks in the sea, as we had discovered last
night. I sat on the edge of the bed, trying to wake up. I glanced at the clock
and saw that it was 8.00am. Something had disturbed my Sunday morning sleep,
but I wasn’t sure what it was. Then I heard it again…it was the doorbell.
I pulled on a
dressing gown and shuffled to the front door. Peering through the window, I
could see a delivery guy with a long, thin box. I opened up and peered at him
blearily.
‘Angel dVries?’
he asked.
I nodded and
signed my name on his computer device, then took the box and went inside. WTF?
Who sends deliveries at eight in the morning on a Sunday?
I found a pair
of scissors in the kitchen and cut my way into the box, expecting to find
something that I had bought from a catalog and then forgotten about. Instead, I
found ten red roses, freshly cut and in perfect condition, plus a gift card. I
picked up the card and read it:
Dear Angel.
These are just to say ‘sorry,’ and to let you know I am thinking of you. Brad.
Well, blow me.
What was I supposed to do now?
Chapter 9
I sat in the kitchen looking at my roses
and wondering what to do next. I found a vase for them, put them in water and
placed them on the kitchen table. If you must know, I felt really bad. And yes,
you’re right…I deserved it.
But come on, I thought Brad
was gone for ever. After all, why would a good-looking, highly successful man
like him want to waste time on someone like me? A one-night stand I could make
sense of…but it seems that’s not his kind of thing. So he had politely left me
to spend the evening alone – and I had then spent the night fucking two other
guys. And then I get these roses. What does that mean? He wants us to have a
relationship? And if he does…do I want to have a relationship? Don’t get me
wrong, I was certainly attracted to him. But did I really want a relationship
with just one guy? Too many questions, and not enough answers.
Ellen wandered into the
kitchen looking a bit sheepish and embarrassed. ‘Did I dream what happened last
night?’ she asked hopefully.
I laughed a rather dirty
laugh. ‘Hell no…it happened all right. And you were awesome. We were both
awesome…and so were the guys.’
Ellen went red in the face,
but then she started giggling. ‘Gosh…we were naughty, weren’t we?’ Then she saw
the roses on the table. I handed her the note, and she read it out loud. Then
she gave me a confused look. ‘What’s this all about?’
I had some explaining to do.
I told her all about what had happened on Saturday, from my death-defying leap,
through to Brad’s sex-defying departure. Oh, yes…and the bit about picking up
strange men in a bar (cough).
‘So what am I supposed to do
now?’ I asked her, but she didn’t have any better answers than me. Eventually,
we decided the best course of action was to wait and see what
the ready, with our two guys standing over us, working up for the final moment.
Chas came first, shooting a load of man juice over my breasts and then Ellen’s.
The cum dripped down my boobs on to my stomach and thighs. Then Tony came, too,
giving us both a thorough drenching in hot and sticky semen. I put my arm
around Ellen and she turned to kiss me. Our boobs touched, the cum dripping
down our stained and sweaty bodies. On the TV screen, the sexy secretary took
two loads of cum in her mouth, licking up every last drop and swallowing it.
Oh, boy, we were three very naughty ladies.
Wow! That was
the most fun I’d ever had watching TV.
When I awoke in
the morning, the boys had gone, and I was curled up in my bed with Ellen. I
could only vaguely remember how that had happened. We had enjoyed one hell of a
night. Sod Brad and his prim and proper ways. He was gone for ever, but that
was OK…there were plenty of other dicks in the sea, as we had discovered last
night. I sat on the edge of the bed, trying to wake up. I glanced at the clock
and saw that it was 8.00am. Something had disturbed my Sunday morning sleep,
but I wasn’t sure what it was. Then I heard it again…it was the doorbell.
I pulled on a
dressing gown and shuffled to the front door. Peering through the window, I
could see a delivery guy with a long, thin box. I opened up and peered at him
blearily.
‘Angel dVries?’
he asked.
I nodded and
signed my name on his computer device, then took the box and went inside. WTF?
Who sends deliveries at eight in the morning on a Sunday?
I found a pair
of scissors in the kitchen and cut my way into the box, expecting to find
something that I had bought from a catalog and then forgotten about. Instead, I
found ten red roses, freshly cut and in perfect condition, plus a gift card. I
picked up the card and read it:
Dear Angel.
These are just to say ‘sorry,’ and to let you know I am thinking of you. Brad.
Well, blow me.
What was I supposed to do now?
Chapter 9
I sat in the kitchen looking at my roses
and wondering what to do next. I found a vase for them, put them in water and
placed them on the kitchen table. If you must know, I felt really bad. And yes,
you’re right…I deserved it.
But come on, I thought Brad
was gone for ever. After all, why would a good-looking, highly successful man
like him want to waste time on someone like me? A one-night stand I could make
sense of…but it seems that’s not his kind of thing. So he had politely left me
to spend the evening alone – and I had then spent the night fucking two other
guys. And then I get these roses. What does that mean? He wants us to have a
relationship? And if he does…do I want to have a relationship? Don’t get me
wrong, I was certainly attracted to him. But did I really want a relationship
with just one guy? Too many questions, and not enough answers.
Ellen wandered into the
kitchen looking a bit sheepish and embarrassed. ‘Did I dream what happened last
night?’ she asked hopefully.
I laughed a rather dirty
laugh. ‘Hell no…it happened all right. And you were awesome. We were both
awesome…and so were the guys.’
Ellen went red in the face,
but then she started giggling. ‘Gosh…we were naughty, weren’t we?’ Then she saw
the roses on the table. I handed her the note, and she read it out loud. Then
she gave me a confused look. ‘What’s this all about?’
I had some explaining to do.
I told her all about what had happened on Saturday, from my death-defying leap,
through to Brad’s sex-defying departure. Oh, yes…and the bit about picking up
strange men in a bar (cough).
‘So what am I supposed to do
now?’ I asked her, but she didn’t have any better answers than me. Eventually,
we decided the best course of action was to wait and see what
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