This is an excerpt from a recently published work of mine titled: Weekend at Charles' Place. You can find the link on my website's page or below.
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It was a weekend afternoon and my wife and I were heading to her lover's place. This was her second outing with Charles. Her first time had happened at a hotel room some weeks ago, which was usually how we love to keep things as far from the kids as possible. That night had cemented their relationship in ways even I had been surprised about. Juliet was often shy unless her buttons got really pushed. You can't imagine the amount of talking and persuading I had to do to get her to be with Charles. Charles, too, was as patient with her as I never thought he would. Since their first date she wouldn't quit talking about him. She, too, has been looking forward to this weekend break as did I.
As I drove I kept glancing at her to see how she's doing. She was tapping her fingers on her thigh and singing along to the R&B music streaming out of the stereo. I could tell she was fighting from feeling nervous.
"You alright, babe?" I asked.
She looked at me, her eyes bright and sparkling like I just caught her at something. She had done her hair and painted her nails all just to look good for Charles.
"Yeah . . . yeah, sure, of course, I'm alright," she muttered. She looked away for a moment before returning to me: "You think leaving the kids with Sheryl was a good idea?"
Sheryl was our neighbor’s teenage daughter whom we'd asked to babysit our twin tots while we were away.
"I think it's a terrific idea, and Sheryl will be perfect with the kids," I said. "Nothing we should worry about."
"I know, I know . . . it's just . . . Oh Damn, I'm sounding like a Grinch, aren't I?"
I sniggered. "A beautiful Grinch out to pay her lover a visit, that's what you are. You called him yet to let him know how far we are?"
"I've been texting him," she showed me her phone, laughing. "He says he's home alone and waiting."
"I'll bet you can't wait to lock arms around him."
"You know it," she leaned over and kissed my cheek. "I never thought we would ever pull such a day off, but we did. I'm so glad you're with me on this."
"You know I'm always with you," I wrapped my arm around her; I inhaled her white rose-scented perfume. "This is us together. Let's make the best out of it when we can."
We got to Charles's home in no time. He was sitting out on the front porch and came to his feet when I drove into his compound. Juliet had unclasped her seatbelt and flung the door open before I'd even applied the handbrake. Charles came to her and she called out his name before jumping into his arms. I came from around the vehicle to shake his hand.
"What's up, white boy?" he said to me. "Hope it wasn't hard finding my crib."
"Nah, it was easy-peasy," I said before gesturing at my wife. "Looks like someone's happy to meet you again."
"Awwh honey, can't you tell," Juliet cooed while smooching Charles.
"Well, how about we go inside," he said. "I've got nosy neighbors and they love to talk."
"Hold on one minute," I said and opened the trunk and took out a picnic basket and a travel bag which I had stocked with some of Juliet's clothes in case she needed to make a change.
We went up the short flight of stairs into his home. He and Juliet walked ahead of me while I came inside and shut the door behind me.
Charles assumed the role of lord and master whereas Juliet and I assumed that of his pleasure servants.
He locked lips with Juliet as they made it into the bedroom. He lifted her into his arms, his hands rode up her panties, caressing her butt while she locked hers around his neck still kissing him. I sat the basket and the bag beside my feet before sitting down on a chair close to the door. I wanted to give them some distance so I can enjoy the pleasure of watching so Juliet won't get too uncomfortable with my presence. My hard-on was alive inside my jeans and I could not wait to free it.
Charles dropped her on the bed and he went on kissing her all over. They gave each other a couple of minutes of foreplay then Charles rose to his feet and signaled me to come over. I slipped out of my shoes as I came on the bed and knelt before him.
"Get me out of my jeans, white boy," he demanded.
"Yes sir," I said and proceeded to undo his belt buckle.
Juliet knelt beside me as I unzipped his jeans and shoved it down his thighs. His ten-inch pounder slapped my face, stunning me with pre-cum. I took his cock in my hand and into my mouth it went. Juliet breathed at my face the entire time I sucked her lover's cock. Then I gave it to her to enjoy as well. We took turns sucking his cock. Back and forth, we'd share a kiss with his cock in-between our lips, then we'd trade towards sucking his balls and shaft. Charles caressed our heads and prodded us not to stop.
Later he gestured at Juliet to remove her clothes. I came to her aid and helped with undressing her and taking each item in my hand till she was left in her pantyhose and bra. Charles tore off a sheath of condom and wore it over his hard-on. He lay on the bed stroking his cock while waiting for Juliet to get done undressing.
She unclasped her bra then fell on him while I went back to my chair. I, too, got out of my clothes and wore my wife's panties and bra and sat down watching them fuck. The whole time I stroked my penis, gasping at the sight of Juliet's butt bouncing down on his cock. Her moans went into a frenzy when he worked up a tempo fucking her harder.
I jerked off and shot my load over my thigh and on the carpet and yet I was not done. Neither were they. Charles turned Juliet over and she locked her ankles over his thighs while he slammed down on her. Juliet scratched his backside and shoulders and hollered at him to fuck her harder. She was his whore, his bitch, and she was my queen and mother to my kids, and I loved watching her get fucked.
Charles groaned when he climaxed and pulled out of her when he was done. I came to the bed and ate Juliet's pussy. Her vagina tasted warm and succulent against my tongue. Charles slipped the used condom off his penis and gave it to me. I drained the condom's contents and thanked him for it.
"Don't thank me yet, white boy," he said to me. He went and got his phone out of his jeans. "I've got a surprise for you."
I was confused and looked at Juliet, wondering if she had any idea what he meant. She smiled at me and said: "You're about to get your wish, darling."
Weekend at Charles's Place is available on Amazon and Barnes & Noble.
