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 Saturday after work I had just gotten in the door and the phone rang; it
was Julie, my fiancee.  She wanted me to come over to Dave's house right
away.  "Sure, I'll be right there;" he lived just a few blocks away.  Once
there I noted Dave's wife was busy putting away groceries as Dave led me
into the living room.  There was Julie: she was wearing skimpy summer
shorts and a tank top shirt, sexy looking as hell!  Dave whispered to me,
"Julie and I were all by ourselves here for two hours and didn't lay a hand
on each other." Hmm, that sounded suspicious.

   We stayed around awhile talking, for appearances sake, then Julie and I
drove ourselves back to my place.  Julie told me the real story then: she
had gone over to Dave's house early that Saturday because his wife and kids
were supposed to be visiting friends and family back at their old hometown.
She knew I was working that morning so she drove over to Dave's, boldly
walked right through his unlocked back door, went up the stairs and into
his bedroom.  She planned to wake him for a romp of sunny morning sex!  He
was snoozing there on his back.  When she said "Hi Dave" he threw the
covers back and said "Where's Susan?"

   That's his wife.  The way Dave was looking around, Julie knew to back
her ass down out of his bedroom and sit on the couch in the living room.

   She said she wondered what to do next.  Dave came down the stairs in his
jeans and a T-shirt; he stood across the room looking at her as he stroked
his cock.  She got up from the couch and laid a big smooch on him.  Then,
she told me, she went to her knees and put her mouth on him.  Dave stood
for that awhile, then went over and sat on the couch.  Julie followed him,
stayed on her knees, and kept sucking Dave's cock.

   While she continued his blow job, Dave explained that Susan had decided
not to go back to their old place and was out shopping with the kids at the
time.  Julie listened and sucked, going "uh-huh" and "slurp slurp" and
"kiss kiss" on his hard bare cock while he talked.  I'm not sure what else
was said but I can imagine Julie sucking Dave's dick for him, her mouth
full of his organ for the entire half hour; she liked the taste and feel of
it that much.

   He might have been close but he hadn't cum when his wife drove in the
driveway.  Panic time?  No, they were pretty calm about it; but there she
was in very skimpy terry cloth shorts, bra-less in some kind of sleeveless
summer shirt, and a pair of sandals, revealing a lot of skin, and she was
alone in the house with Susan's husband.  It's a good thing they weren't
having a fuck though: there not would have been enough time to get dressed
and straighten up from that, Julie told me.  To deflect appearance of
guilt, she called on her fiance to show up.

   Julie said "when Susan first came in the house I stayed focused on
reading the newspaper;" it was on the floor so she stayed down there on her
knees and elbows, allowing her to hide her face so she did not have to try
looking innocent and nonchalant.  While Susan and the kids were in the
other room, Julie told me Dave came up behind her and put his finger in her
slippery cunt while she was bent over the newspaper.  She liked that.

   Later, don't ask me when, but Dave told her that after we left he was
really turned on so he took his wife upstairs for a good long fucking. 
Hearing that pleased Julie too.

   The tough part for Julie was not getting to fuck Dave because his wife
was apt to come home any minute; she really wanted a day with him at the
house, expecting he would lead her around their big place, fucking her
everywhere.  It didn't happen.  Back at my place she told me about her
morning; I got so excited we fucked and I had premature ejaculation, came
right away!  Ha ha!  Poor girl got left in the cold twice that day.