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"A Very Nice View"

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Abigail "Abby" Davis: her cutie-pie picture
University senior.
21 years old.
5'6", 111 lbs.
34D-24-34.
Hazel eyes.
Brunette but lightened to blonde.



Abby turned from the sidewalk into the driveway of the suburban home. The woman cutting back rose bushes looked up and smiled politely.

"Abigail? I'm Sarah," the woman said, shedding her gardening gloves and offering a hand. "Right on time, perfect. I have to be somewhere in forty minutes, so let's do this."

They headed up the driveway toward the garage. "So the ad said it all, I think, but if you have any questions."

Sarah was right. The Craigslist ad had pretty much covered it all: rent, due date, deposit, parking, noise restrictions, overnight guests, and more. As they ascended a covered, outside wooden staircase, Abby spotted the above ground pool. "Do I have access to that?"

"It's empty," Sarah answered as she unlocked the door. "It was here when we moved in two years ago. My husband and I have memberships at the club, which has an Olympic sized pool, saunas, the works. So, no need. I've been asking him to take it out, but."

Inside, Abby's lips spread in a pleased smile. "It's perfect."

Perfect was an odd word to use. The space was essentially empty except for what amounted to a kitchen down one wall: counters, a stand alone shelf unit, a mini fridge, and a microwave. There wasn't even carpet, linoleum, or faux hardwood over the plywood flooring. And it had that new construction smell of cut wood and sealant.

"No oven or stove tops," Sarah offered as she headed for a pair of doors on the far wall. "Fire hazard, sorry."

"That's fine, I understand," Abby agreed. "So, I can decorate as I want?"

"So long as you don't do any permanent damage or changes to the structure," Sarah explained as she walked across to a pair of open doors. One accessed a small bathroom and the other opened up to a closet that was larger than the bathroom. "We only finished the garage six months ago, so you are our first tenant out here."

Sarah walked over to the big windows that looked out onto the rest of the property. She continued, "I understand that you only have one year left in school and will then be leaving town?"

"Nine months, actually," Abby answered, checking out the bathroom. It had only a shower, no bathtub, which didn't surprise her. A smallish hot water heater stood in the corner. She looked back to Sarah with a sudden look of concern. "Is that a road block? Is there a year long lease?"

"No, I was just thinking that--"

Sarah flinched and backed a step. She looked around herself, found an empty soda pop cup left behind by the contractor, and plopped it over the top of a spider she'd seen scurrying across the plywood. "Since you won't be here long, if you give my husband and I a voice in decorating and furnishing, we'll help you pay for it. Wouldn't be fair for you to buy carpet and shades and such if you're only going to be here nine months, right?"

Abby agreed, and the two women discussed more little details about the barren space. Finally, Abby said, "I'll take it. I mean, unless your husband needs to meet and accept me, too."

"He doesn't," Sarah said, explaining that he'd put her in charge of finding and managing a tenant for the garage apartment. She shook Abby's hand, told her she could move in anytime, and headed for the door. She added, "But we should at least introduce the two of you. C'mon."

They were barely out the door and descending the stairway when Abby saw who had to be Sarah's husband on the back porch of the nearby home. He must have been working on something involving dirt, because he was shedding his shirt and kicking off muddy shoes. Hidden from the neighbors by the six foot fence, he was shedding his soiled pants before heading into the house.

"Honey!" Sarah called out, seeing that he was about to flash himself to the new, young female tenant. "We have company!"

Abby smiled, then giggled at the reaction of Sarah's husband. She went silent when Sarah looked back with a disapproving glare. Abby turned her gaze to the steps before her, acting as if she hadn't seen the man's wardrobe malfunction. At the driveway, Sarah slowed their approach to the gate. She opened it, checked to ensure that her husband was decent, and led Abby into the back yard.

"Honey, this is Abigail," Sarah said, lifting and handing her husband's tee shirt back to him with an expression that said Get dressed! "She's going to rent the apartment. Oh, and there's another spider to be dealt with."

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James 'Jamie' Masters Everyday Look
Gardening
Computer Design Specialist
42 years old
6'1 183lbs
reasonably athletic
Brown hair just starting to get flecks of gray
Hazel eyes

Jamie had been working in the garden, one of the few passions he had left. Since his wife had been promoted at work he had seen less and less of her and when he did she was so worn out she was usually a zombie. Their personal life had suffered a little but he still loved her dearly and he would adjust. Surely it would not last forever.

Luckily he was able to change his schedule and start to work from home a lot more. He had had to upgrade the small home computer he had owned but work had helped out with that, and now he did most of his layouts from his small office in the back of the house. He was good at his work and often had time left over for other things, so he had taken over the role of taking care of the house while his wife worked.

He found he enjoyed the spare time. The house was not that hard to maintain with just the two of them living in it, and after awhile he had soon lost the few extra pounds he had put on at work and looked better than he had in a long time. It was just a pity his wife did not seem to notice. Their semi routine sex life had all but dried up and now he was lucky if he got any every couple of months. Even then it was straight to business, no foreplay and he felt like she thought it was just something she had to do.

Still he would never think of straying. They had been married almost 20 years now and he could not see himself with anyone else. She was the love of his life and he would stick with her through the tough times and the good. This was just a tough time for him but it was bound to turn around soon and they would get back to their usual loving selves.

As his wife called out to him he wondered what she wanted. He stood at the back sliding doors Just about to shed his shorts and walk inside in his boxers and looked up at her. What was she doing coming down from the new Apartment. They had started building it to bring in some extra money before she got the promotion and had just decided to finish it and rent it out anyway even though they no longer needed the money. You never knew these days, things happened and having money in the bank was always a wise thing.

"We have company" Whoops. Quickly pulling his shorts back up, he looked behind her and saw the young girl. Blushing red He was just fixing his belt when they walked through the gate. Damn he had forgotten she was showing it off today. As Sarah handed him his T-Shirt he mouthed 'Sorry' at her before pulling it on and then looking expectantly at them.

"Honey, this is Abigail," Sarah said, lifting and handing her husband's tee shirt back to him with an expression that said Get dressed! "She's going to rent the apartment. Oh, and there's another spider to be dealt with."

Smiling Jamie held out his hand. "Hi Abigail, my name is James but every one just calls me Jamie. Sorry for the unexpected ahh peep show there. I totally forgot Sarah was showing the property today," he blushed again. "I will get rid of the spider before you move in and give the place another once over. If you tell me when you think you will be able to move I will turn the water on and flush the pipes and I can give you a hand moving some of your stuff if you like."
 
Abby laughed at her new landlord's peepshow joke. She said with humor, "Didn't see a thing, James."

She intentionally used his given name, something she had found older men liked from younger women. She also intentionally held onto his offered hand for two or three seconds longer than she should have. She held it just tight enough to keep him from pulling it away but just light enough for him to feel the warm, welcoming flesh that connected through her arm to an entire body of warm, welcoming flesh.

Abby was a flirt. Safe at it. She could cause a man to suddenly stiffen hard as a rock with her words and manner yet leave his wife or girl friend only wondering Was that my imagine or...?

Sarah had turned away from them to head for the back door. Abby took the opportunity to very conspicuously look over Jamie's body, despite knowing that he would see her gaze fall and her lips widen in a pleased smile.

Abby loved a man who took care of himself. It typically meant that they took care of other things in their lives. She'd known a lot of men like this, despite her youth. To say that she'd started young would have been an understatement. And despite only having met Jamie seconds ago, Abby knew that she'd be seeing whether he would take care of her soon, too.

In response to his offers, Abby smiled wide. She shifted her weight from one leg to the other, causing her hips to sway. "That would be great, James. I'd like to move in as soon as possible, maybe tomorrow. I, um--" She gave him a flirtatious smile before continuing softly with a tone that almost sounded like she was asking to sleep in his bed, "I don't have a place to sleep tonight. I don't suppose you have an air mattress I could use--"

"Couch," Sarah's voice sounded from just inside the porch door. Abby turned away from Jamie to look to his wife, but with a tentativeness that made it seem as though she was having a hard time pulling her eyes from him. When she asked what Sarah meant, the woman of the house offered, "If you want, you can sleep on our couch tonight, then start moving in tomorrow."

Sarah gave Jamie a look that was laced with an I'm watching you tinge to it. She asked almost with a challenge, "Does that work for you, honey?"

Sarah never used honey unless something was wrong, just as she had when her husband had almost stripped before the young, cutesy tenant who soon would be sleeping only 30 yards from their bedroom. Sarah didn't wait for a response from Jamie, though. She instead just turned and disappeared into the house.
 
Jamie laughed with her when she mentioned she hadn't seen anything. He was pretty sure she had at least caught a glimpse of his butt, however he wasn't worried about that, It had been covered and honestly he showed more off when he went swimming.

She had a nice handshake as well. Firm but not too firm and her hand was pleasantly warm. Maybe it was his imagination but she seemed to linger over it and her smile was a little more sultry than he was used too from a younger woman.

When she mentioned she didn't have a place to sleep he was almost certain she was flirting with him. Sure it was nice and inflated his ego, but he would have to nip that in the bud. He didn't need more grief from Sarah. It was already hard enough as it was without her thinking that he would be going after the new tenant. She was probably just having a joke at his expense anyway. What beautiful young woman like her would have anything to do with an old codger like him.

"If you want, you can sleep on our couch tonight, then start moving in tomorrow."Sarah gave Jamie a look that was laced with an I'm watching you tinge to it. She asked almost with a challenge, "Does that work for you, honey?"

Jamie nodded at her and turned back to Abby. Actually he was going to get her the blow up mattress from the shed and the spare quilt from the linen closet just to avoid a fight but what she said went.

"You heard the Boss Abby, the couch it is. Don't worry it folds out into a double bed and we have spare linen for it."

Jamie already knew he was in trouble. Any time his wife started in with the Honey's he knew it was time to start to walk on eggshells, still if she had no place to sleep she probably had no place to eat either.

"Look why don't you stay for dinner as well and we can get to know you better. You can tell us a little bit more about yourself and we can do the same. After all we are practically going to be living together it would be better if we got along."
 
"After all we are practically going to be living together it would be better if we got along."

Again, Abby's lips widened in a smile. She thought, Oh, James. You're going to get to know me better than your wife would ever want. She thought that, but she said, "Thanks, but I have a study session with friends. Tomorrow maybe?"

She turned to see if that was okay with Sarah, but the woman of the house was already gone. Abby looked back to Jamie with that flirtatious smile of hers. "Would I be asking too much if you just, you know, put the bed together for me. I'll be late, but I'll be quiet. Promise!"

They chatted about how she was going to get into the house later: key or unlocked door or knocking on a window? Then she shook his hand again, again lingering with an even more suggestive grip, and practically danced away, turning once more at the gate to thank him.



Inside the house, Sarah was leaning back against the counter near the kitchen sink, drinking from a glass filled with wine. She glared at Jamie as she asked, "Did it occur to you to get the rent and security deposit? Or was your mind elsewhere?"
 
"Did it occur to you to get the rent and security deposit? Or was your mind elsewhere?"

Jamie looked at her in surprise. "Sarah we agreed that you would be looking after everything. I assumed that you had done all of that. Besides what is the problem. Is it because of what she looks like?" Jamie shook his head and sighed. "Look Sarah you know that I love you and have never looked at another woman in all of the time we have been together. I will not insult your intelligence and say I do not think she is a pretty girl, she is and they way you are acting you think she is too. However that is what she is, a girl. Good God Sarah I could be her Father. You are the only Woman for me and you always will be."

Jamie walked over to her and cuddled her and kissed her passionately. "Now stop being silly. There is no need to be jealous of her. Besides if you thought she was too pretty why did you rent the place to her?"

He continued to cuddle her then moved to get himself a glass of wine. "She will be here late tonight, she is studying late with friends. I will make up the bed and stay up to let her in. I have some work to do and I know you have that early meeting tomorrow. I will help her move in and I thought we could have a meal together tomorrow night so we could all get to know each other. Perhaps that would put your mind at ease. She probably has a boyfriend and you can stop worrying about her trying to steal me from you," he teased.
 
Sarah:

She'd known that dealing with the new tenant was entirely her responsibility. Yet Sarah had asked the question anyway. She hadn't truly expected her husband to discuss rent and deposit, let alone collect it. She'd just been upset at the interaction between Jamie and the flirty little twit.

Yeah, Sarah had seen the flirting going on. Abby might have been able to pull that shit on another woman of fewer years or experience. But Sarah was no blind idiot. She'd seen and heard the girl interacting with her husband. And she'd be watching them in the future as well.

She listened to all Jamie had to say. And when he got fresh with her, she reacted as a woman without undeniable proof would: she returned his passionate kisses and shared his hugs.

"She will be here late tonight..."

Sarah didn't like the idea of her husband waiting up for the flirt on his own. But he was correct about her day tomorrow. She couldn't begin her day tired on the chance that Abby would continue her inappropriate flirting with Jamie. Besides, Sarah did explicitly trust her husband. He'd never strayed. And he hardly ever ogled a woman unless the slut was simply too unbelievable to give a second look, and when he did, he always looked to Sarah with a Can you believe that? expression, after which they would laugh and whisper together.

"She probably has a boyfriend, and you can stop worrying about her trying to steal me from you,"

Sarah gave Jamie a last kiss, then slapped him on the butt as she headed toward the kitchen to make dinner. "Hopefully she has three of them. They'll tucker her out, so she never has the energy to even think about you, let alone seduce you."



Abby:

She didn't get in until almost 11pm. It wasn't because she was studying that late, of course. Hell, she wasn't studying at all but was instead at a near-campus watering surrounded by young Frat boys who thought her blonde hair and big tits meant that the drinks they were buying her were going to lead to getting their cocks wet. They didn't. When she figured Sarah had finally headed to bed and Jamie would be alone, she excused herself from the latest drink-buyer, went down the hall to the ladies room, and slipped out the back door to the Uber car she'd texted minutes earlier.

Back at the house, Abby tapped lightly on the back door window, smiling when she saw half of her new landlord team coming to open up for her. She acted more drunk than she actually was, giggling as she talked to him in hushed tones.

"Did I wake you?"
"Did I wake Sarah?"
"Is she asleep?"
"Do you have any water?"
"God, I'm starving!"
"Shit! I forgot to tip the Suber Uber driver!"

And more.

All the while she was ambling around the house, looking at this, looking at that, complimenting Sarah's decorating style, and more.

When she saw the couch all made up for her, she turned suddenly and clutched her arms around Jamie's torso. She snuggled her cheek up against his chest as she whispered, "Thank you for this, James. You're a good man."

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Jamie gently pushed her away from him and smiled at her. She must be really drunk to try something like that. He wasn't going to lie to himself though, it had felt nice to have a young woman wrap herself around him, but it hadn't really done that much for him.

Still he couldn't let her go to bed in this condition. She would never be able to move her stuff tomorrow if she tried to go to sleep now.

"Okay Abby you just sit down on the bed. I will make you a sandwich and get you some water. Maybe that will soak up some of that alcohol in you and you might be okay to move in."

He left her on the bed and moved into the kitchen. He quickly made a basic chicken and lettuce sandwich with Mayo. He also grabbed a small drink bottle with water. Walking back into the lounge he handed her the plate with the sandwich on it and put the bottle on the small table. "Okay eat that and sip the water. I guarantee it will help you feel better in the morning."

He decided to stay there until she finished the sandwich just in case she choked on it.

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Abby wasn't sure whether she was surprised or not by how quickly Jamie disconnected his body from her own. Disappointed, yes. But surprised? She wasn't sure. She waited for him to come back with the food, taking it easily. She was actually a lot more hungry then she was drunk.

She started in with your questions again, this time asking personal questions that were all too personal.

"How old are you?"
"How old is your wife?"
"I didn't see anything kid-like. Do you have kids?"
"Are you from around here? Sarah said you just bought the house."
"Did you go to college where I am now?"

And more. It was all just chitchat designed to keep him down here with her for a while.

When she was done eating and had finished off half of the bottle, she told him bluntly, "I gotta pee. Where's the bathroom?"

Jamie pointed her in the right direction. Abby hopped up, making her way there with a bit of teetering in her step. When she returned ten minutes later, in place of her tight fitting blouse and equally tight fitting jeans, Abby was wearing a sleeping t-shirt she'd had in her ourse for this very moment. It reached to mid thigh and, except for the panties he had to assume she was wearing, she wore nothing else.

She plopped down on the couch saying, "I should probably go to sleep. We have a lot of work tomorrow. Thank you Jamie. Thank you for everything. Will Sarah be able to help tomorrow?"

Abby spoke the question as if she actually wanted Jamie's wife present.

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Jamie enjoyed chatting with her and didn't mind answering her questions. He told her he was 42 and had been married to Sarah for 20 years. They didn't have any kids (although he didn't go into details about why they didn't, she didn't need to know about that) but it had never really bothered them.

He had made sure she had eaten all of the sandwich and had just picked up the plate when she had asked for the bathroom. He had pointed her in the right direction and taken her plate to the sink. Coming back he had pulled the blanket back getting the bed ready for her.

He heard her returning and looked up and was surprised to see her wearing a rather short sleeping top. Keeping his eyes firmly on her face he stood up and smiled. As she plopped down on the couch and announced her intentions to go to sleep he heard her last question.

"Oh no Sarah won't be able to help tomorrow. She has a meeting that will go for most of the day. I am afraid it is just going to be me here. Oh and she did ask about the Bond and rent so if you could have those ready tomorrow it would be a big help. Well goodnight and see you in the morning."

Jamie waved at her and walked down the hall switching the light off as he went. The small light in the alcove was always kept on in case he or his wife got up in the night and headed to the bathroom or toilet so he had enough light to see to sneak into the bedroom, get changed and cuddle up next to his wife. It looked like tomorrow was going to be a busy day. He just hoped she didn't have too much heavy stuff.
 
Abby:

She was tickled to find out that she would have Jamie to herself tomorrow. She didn't show it, of course. Instead, she puffed out her bottom lip and said, "Darn. I was hoping for decorating tips from your wife. Dinner, though, right?"

After Jamie took the dishes away, Abby waited for him to return before crawling under the covers. She did so in a way that caused her tee to rise up, showing off the baby blue boy briefs wrapping her tight little ass. She didn't look to see if he'd spied her, not wanting him to think she'd done it on purpose.

"Yes, I have the money already," she told him. She would give it to them tomorrow. As he departed, she said with a bit of a giggle, "Now, don't you two keep me awake tonight."




Sarah:

She was sound asleep when her husband slipped into bed. Typically when she'd gone to bed before him, Sarah would have just murmured a little moan to acknowledge her husband's arrival. Then she would have gone back to sleep. But her mind was spinning with thoughts about whether or not she'd made a mistake. Abby had been the first person to apply for the apartment. Maybe I should have waited for someone else. Maybe a guy. Or at least a short, fat, ugly post-Grad.

Sarah trusted Jamie. She just didn't trust Abby. She could remember when she herself was that age. My god, did I really fuck around that much? Jamie had no idea how slutty she'd been in and just after high school. It was Jamie who'd brought an end to that, of course. One date with him and she'd known she would never have use for another man the rest of her life.

She rolled over to face her husband, pulled him close into her bosom, and pressed her lips to him in that way that said I want you. Sarah wasn't actually in a mood for sex. And she had work early in the morning that she really needed rest for. And there was another woman downstairs who would certainly hear her moans should Jamie get her to the point of orgasm. She didn't always cum. In fact, in more recent years, she only climaxed maybe half the time. But she'd always done her best to ensure Jamie got off. She loved him and wanted him to always be satisfied.
 
Jamie was surprised when Sarah pulled him in close and kissed him in that special way that told him she was in the mood. He had a sneaky suspicion why this was happening but who was he to look a gift horse in the mouth. it had been several months since the last time they had made love and he was not going to let this opportunity slip by.

He kissed his wife back gently, letting his tongue slip into her mouth while his hands slipped down to her sides and began to caress her body. After making love to her for twenty years he knew exactly what turned her on and what didn't. There was no fumbling in his movements as he searched for the places that would get her to a heightened state of arousal, he knew them all and tonight he was going to use them all.

He knew that lately she had not been achieving climax but had been faking it for him, always making sure that he achieved his with enjoyment and he loved her for it, but tonight he would make sure she did experience one and if he had his way a large one.

Peeling away her nightie he moved down to her breasts and began to suckle on them while his other hand began to stroke her pantie clad pussy.
 
Sarah's body began shifting about below Jamie, enjoying his very familiar touch. He'd always known how to heat her up. Getting her onto Pleasure Mountain had never been his problem. Getting her over Climax Peak, though, had been an ever growing issue.

Of course, Sarah knew it wasn't her husband's fault. To use a sports metaphor her father had once used about her mother, Jamie hadn't lost the ability to kick the ball the right distance. Sarah had simply moved the goal posts farther away. It hadn't been intentional, of course. Sometimes life -- particularly the stress of being the primary income earner -- just fucked with couples more than they fucked themselves.

As if life wasn't enough of an issue, Sarah's sometimes self destructive curiosity had her suddenly whispering to him, "Will you be able to do this, Jamie, without thinking of her?"
 
Jamie stopped what he was doing and looked up at his wife. Suddenly he was no longer in the mood. He had done all that he could do to reassure his wife about the situation and now that she was finally deciding to put out all she could think about was, was her husband thinking about some other woman.

Rolling off of her he lay back on his pillow and sighed. "Way to kill the mood Sarah. You know you could have just told her we had a few other people that had to look at the place if she really bothered you this much. Although I really don't know why it is a problem. I keep telling you you're the only one for me, and have been for over twenty years. What more do I have to do? See the girl naked and casually walk by her or maybe tell her she can't move in because my wife thinks she is too cute and she is going to try to sleep with her geriatric husband. Do you hear how ridiculous that sounds? I have no interest in her and when we make love I only think of you and I always have."

Getting out of bed he looked down on her and shook his head. "I just don't get you Sarah. I get why we haven't been intimate in a while and I am pretty sure why you wanted to tonight, but you not trusting me hurts the most. I think I might go sleep in my study tonight."

Jamie grabbed his pillow and a blanket and walked out and down the hall to his study/office. He laid down on the small couch he kept in it to do some of his thinking and sighed again. Great now not only was he sleeping on a couch, he had an erection a diamond saw wouldn't cut and no chances of using it any time soon. Life was going along great.
 
Sarah:

She'd known she screwed up even before her husband rolled off of her. She stared at the ceiling just as he did. When he stood from the bed, Sarah knew she couldn't bear to meet his gaze. She rolled away from him onto her side. Her eyes glazed over as he told her he was sleeping elsewhere. And by the time he was gone, she was crying.



Abby:

She was a light sleeper, even when a bit tipsy. She heard the couple's voices, and it didn't take a genius to understand they were fighting. She sat up and listened but couldn't make out the words.

What she did make out was footsteps in the hall. She laid back down quickly and peeked through the arm of the hideaway. Jamie was leaving their bedroom, carrying his pillow. Abby didn't know how to feel about that. She had a suspicion that it was about her, but she didn't know them well enough to be certain. Maybe this happened a lot.

She waited a couple of minutes to see if Sarah came after her husband, either to continue the fight or apologize. When there were no other sounds of feet on the floor, Abby rose quietly and tippy toed to the hall. She listened for a moment, then stepped over to the study's door. Jamie had pushed it shut but not latched it.

Abby checked in the direction of the bedroom again. Nothing. She peeked inside the den. Nothing. She pushed the door open and found Jamie looking right at her. She gave him a meek wave and a sympathetic expression. She walked inside, closing the door fully behind her. In a whisper, she asked, "Is everything alright, James."

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Jamie looked up as the door opened expecting to see Sarah walk in. Maybe she was coming to apologize for once. Sure he normally did even when he was right just to clear the air, but this time he was not going to. This time it was big and he was not going to let her get away with it.

However instead of Sarah it was actually Abby. Oh hell this was not good. If Sarah did decide to come in this would only fuel her delusions even though he was sure the girl was only checking to make sure he was alright. After all he was pretty sure she would have heard their fight. Maybe not the exact words, but the tone and the fact they had raised their voices and he had left the room, pretty much indicated what had happened. Still he had to get her out of here.

Getting up he walked over towards her, in his haste forgetting the state he was in. Wearing nothing but a pair of Boxer briefs, his semi hard erection could be plainly seen through the material. Even in his early 40's he still possessed an impressive package. Something that Sarah jokingly told him had convinced her to pick him. His toned body was also on full display to her although in the low light it might be hard for her to see.

"Everything's fine Abby. Sarah and I just had a little fight is all. Happens occasionally when you have been married for as long as we have, nothing to worry about. Why don't you just go back to bed and I will see you in the morning," he whispered to her. He did not want Sarah to hear any voices coming from this room.
 
Despite the low light in the study, Abby caught sight of Jamie's erection the instant he stood. It was more the way the shape and shadows worked than the actual stiffy itself that caught her attention. She couldn't help but smile, realizing that he was coming at her with his cock pointing the way.

He explained about the fight, finishing, "Why don't you just go back to bed and I will see you in the morning."

Abby was trying to think of some cute way to comment on his erection without sounding too forward. Suddenly, the door knob behind her squeaked. Abby spun on her heels and leaped back toward the wall as the door opened toward her. She'd hid without even thinking about what she'd done. It just seemed instinctual. Not surprisingly, it wasn't the first time she'd done this.

"Jamie, honey," Sarah whispered, sticking her head inside. Upon seeing him standing just a few feet away, Sarah entered and quietly closed the door behind her. She saw the expression on his face and, confused, asked, "Is everything okay?"
 
Jamie's eyes almost exploded from their sockets. Oh this was not good, not good at all. Well good in one way but oh so bad in another.

For the first time in who knew how long, Sarah had actually decided to come to him and apologize. It was the thing he had been hoping for as it still meant that she was willing to fight for their marriage. For that he was truly grateful.

The fact that she had chosen right now and that she had just walked in and closed the door behind her was what was almost stopping his heart. If she turned her head right now and saw Abby standing behind her, in his room, dressed as she was, his life would be over. It did not matter that nothing had happened, was going to happen or would never happen. The simple fact that she was here would destroy them.

Quickly he calmed himself and smiled at her. "Of course everything is okay sweetheart. I just did not expect you to follow me, that's all. You haven't in the past and so it was just a bit of a surprise when you walked in. A pleasant one," he told her putting his hands around her waist so he could keep her facing him and kissing her gently,"but still a surprise."

He began to back peddle slowly towards the couch with her, then realized that if Abby opened the door Sarah would see the light from the hall spill into the room. She was going to have to hide somewhere in the room. The obvious choice was behind his desk but at the moment Sarah could see her make any move towards it. He stopped moving and leaned in for a cuddle and gestured slightly with his hand towards the desk with his eyes on Abby's face. Then he pulled back and gave Sarah a gentle but passionate kiss, holding her head in place and covering her ears while being endearing.

When he broke it, his passions were inflamed again and he almost forgot to check that he could no longer see Abby, but it seemed she had hidden herself well. "So, just why have you followed me my dear? It couldn't have just been for another goodnight kiss and if it's for an apology you are out of luck. This time I am not giving in. I have done nothing wrong."
 
"This time I am not giving in," Jamie declared. "I have done nothing wrong."

"I know that," Sarah said quickly, kissing her husband again, just quick and soft. "It was me. That, that girl! She just reminds me of what it was like to be young and beautiful and--"

She laughed, embarrassingly. "And ready to strip out of my clothes and fuck at the drop of a hat."

She laughed again, kissing Jamie more passionately this time. She declared, "I trust you, my love. With all my heart. I have no problem with Abigail. I have no problem with her living over the garage. And I have no problem with you being so near her when I am not around."

She pressed her mouth to him again, this time in a wet, erotic kiss. She pressed her lower body into her husband's and felt his hardened cock. She pressed harder, to make sure that he knew that she knew he had an erection. She whispered to him, "My only problem, Jamie, is that I love you very much. But."

She pulled back from him a bit and, without giving any prior indication of what she'd been considering, lowered to her knees right before him. "My problem is that I don't show you I love you as much as I should."

She reached out to the tie holding his sweats on and began untying them.
 
Jamie looked down at Sarah in pleasant surprise. Of all the responses she could have made this had not even entered his mind. He couldn't even remember the last time she had offered to do something like this for him, but it had to have been over ten years ago. When they had been younger they had both had a bit of a 'Wild Streak' and liked to try different things. Unfortunately for him, as work got more hectic for her, her Wildness disappeared. He was still busy and wanted to continue pleasing her in various ways, and she enjoyed accepting them, but it started to turn into a one way street.

As his underwear hit the floor and his erection was freed he looked down at his beautiful wife and smiled at her. " I know it is hard for you to be as Horny as I am Sarah. You have to run around all the time and attend all those meetings. Plus I am a guy and we can get aroused at the drop of a hat," he said his smile growing bigger. "I love you with all my heart and I always will," he told her caressing the side of her face and running his hands through her hair.

He had totally forgotten that they had a guest in the room with them.
 
Abby:

She hid down behind the desk, moving quietly. Her heart was pounding furiously. She'd been caught with the men of other women before. But as it had always been well into the relationship, she'd been fine with the affair ending. She hadn't had a shot at Jamie yet. What a disappointment it would be to get thrown off the property before she was yet to have the man?

Then, the unbelievable happened. Sarah dropped to her knees before her husband! This wasn't happening! As Abby watched, the woman whose husband she wanted desperately to fuck was undressing the very same man and preparing to suck his cock!

Ironically, Abby wasn't disappointed or devastated. She was actually smiling as she peeked out through the slats of the office chair. Sarah was going to perform oral sex on her husband, and Abby was going to get to watch it. She liked watching others get it on, either in porn or in person. But that wasn't even the reason for her quickly rising joy, and excitement. No, she was getting hot down between her thighs because Jamie knew she would be watching. And there was nothing that he could do about it without either revealing Abby's presence or rejecting his wife's advancement, or both!


Sarah:

She couldn't hardly believe she was doing this. She hadn't gone down on Jamie in years! Possibly even a decade! And to do it while there was someone else in the house? Hell, she hadn't done that since they were in college and her drunk Sorority sister was passed out in the next bed.

Sarah couldn't believe how quickly her husband's cock stiffened. It was almost as if he'd already been hard before she rose. Had he been masturbating before she entered? Maybe he had actually been fantasizing about that teen hussy.

As she grasped his shaft and squeezed it in pulses, she wondered, Should I call him on it? No. She knew that would be wrong. She'd done that already tonight, and look what that had gotten her. She was on her knees, kissing his cock, when she would have preferred to be in bed getting the much needed sleep she needed for tomorrow's meeting.

"Does this feel good?" she whispered, taking the head of his cock into her mouth and tickling her tongue against the hole at the end. She took another inch or so of him through her lips, bobbed her head a couple of times, then pulled away and whispered, "Sit on your couch. I want to do this right."

PM
 
Jamie looked down at his wife and saw the bags under her eyes as she started to tickle the head of his cock with her tongue. She sucked it in then teased his hole with it, then sucked about a third of him into her mouth applying an amazing amount of suction as she bobbed up and down.

He was in heaven, but as he looked at her he could see the tiredness written all over her face. Even as she pulled him out of her mouth and told him to go sit on the couch he could not help but hear the sleepiness in her voice. Jamie could not believe he was going to do this, but...

He reached down and pulled Sarah to her feet and kissed her softly and passionately. "You have no idea how much it means to me that you are willing to do this for me Honey, but maybe right now is not the best time. Come on, let me take you back to bed and you can get the sleep you need."

He smiled as he opened the door and started to lead her towards their bedroom. He realized he had just pulled off the miracle escape. He had avoided giving Abby a show she probably didn't want to see and his wife was none the wiser and was probably grateful towards him. Only his throbbing balls hated him at the moment.

As they entered their room and he gently helped her into the bed and he got in behind her, snuggling up and taking her in his arms, he whispered in her ear. "I am taking a raincheck on that blowjob though. I expect payment within a week," He laughed quietly.
 
Sarah:

She was so grateful when her husband brought an end to what she'd so spontaneously begun. When he told her he'd take a rain check, she said as sincerely as she could, "Payment will be made in full, with interest. I love you, Jamie."

Sarah cuddled her back side up against him in a loving spooning, purring to show him her appreciation.

She was out in less than a minute...



Abby:

She waited until a full minute or more after the house was still again before even rising up from behind the desk. Abby shook her head with a wide smile. She couldn't believe that that had almost happened. What's more, she was now disappointed that it hadn't. Abby would have loved to see Jamie explode in orgasm, knowing that a woman he barely knew was watching from the shadows.

Oh well, another day maybe.

She returned to the couch, but her body was still hot from what had and had nearly happened. She pulled the blanket off the couch, slipped quietly out the backdoor, and made her way quietly to her future home. Laying the blanket on the plywood floor, Abby masturbated herself to a semi-satisfactory orgasm. She just laid there until her breathing returned to her, got up to wash her hands and inner thighs, then returned to the couch where she slept like a baby until--



6am:

Sarah stared for a long moment over the kitchen island at the soundly sleeping Abby. Then, with a smirk, she pressed the button on the coffee grinder. The loud, obnoxious whirring of the motor and its gears caused the young woman to flinch and pop upward. Abby's hair was a mess, reaching out in every direction as if a hurricane had rushed through the house.

"Sorry, Abigail," Sarah said with a peppy tone. She lied, "I forgot you were there. My bad."

She turned away from the young blond, her smile widening as she brewed a cup of dark jo. She asked over her shoulder, "Would you like a cup of coffee to get your day started? You do need to start your day, don't you?"

The last line was accusatory, as in Get your ass up and do something, like a real woman does.

Abby took Sarah's comments gracefully, with a grain of salt her grandmother would have said. She thanks the woman, went off to the bathroom to pee, and by the time she got out, Sarah was gone.
 
Jamie had gotten used to sleeping through almost anything, but his internal alarm clock always woke him up at 7:45 no matter what. It was both a blessing and a curse. He could stay up to 6am working on a project and be totally exhausted and yet his body would still wake him up, but then again Sarah getting out of bed and flipping on lights, taking showers, using anything in the kitchen or even dropping anything never woke him up.

He had learned the trick in College with roommates who preferred to party instead of study. They had dropped out, (well failed) while he had gone on to graduate. If he had not learned the trick however he would never have made it. So at 7:45 he woke up and dove into the shower, emerging at 8 and getting dressed in his usual casual clothes. He didn't have a very busy schedule as he had told Abby yesterday. He had a few final things to do on a project that would take him about an hour, so by the time she arrived to move in he would be ready to help.

He made his way to the kitchen and put the coffee pot on. he was surprised to find freshly ground beans already. Did he do that last night so Sarah could have a fresh cup this morning? Looking towards the couch he wondered if Abby was up yet.

"Morning, Did you want some breakfast?" he called out wondering if she was still here.
 
Between Sarah's departure, which couldn't have come soon enough, and Jamie's rise, Abby had done a bit of preparation. She wanted today's fun and games to start off with a bang.

"Morning, Did you want some breakfast?"

Abby knew that from the kitchen Jamie was looking at the back of the couch and, therefore, couldn't see either her absence or presence. She rose, her back to him, and stretched her arms out wide and far. She groaned, almost growled at the fantastic feeling stretch, then stood and answered, "Oh, James, yes. That would be fantastic."

She didn't have to look his way to ensure he was seeing her. She could see his movement out of the corner of her eye. She would have loved to see his expression, though, when she stood and donned her shirt again over her otherwise naked upper half.
 
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