1. Lemon House: Bill's Story (Part 2 of 2)


    Date: 6/19/2016, Categories: Bisexual, Author: GoBigCatGo, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    It was the shortest text Bill had ever got from Stephanie. Odd because it wasn’t even her turn. He cheered when he got it, glad for an end to the cold silence, but what was this “We” business? And was that a double entendre or just the state of his mind? It had been so long since he’d cum, being on a solemn promise (mostly kept) to save it for Stephanie. For the baby. The taxi to Lemon House was hot and bloody long, and he actually felt nervous about seeing Stephanie again. It had been a week, no contact and then that text. What mood was she in? Serious? Playful? He shifted in his seat. Horny? He gulped. Sex had got so… weird. He’d never had a problem keeping it up but recently, all the pressure, and the guilt, for what he did… And Stephanie, when they shagged, she looked so bored. Worse she had started sort of closing up, inside, like an involuntary spasm. Bill was very wide and it had always been a tight fit, now she was shutting him out completely it seemed. He remembered times when it was all just so… explicit. And then he arrived. Stephanie charged at him, leapt into his arms, wrapping legs, arms and lips around him. He didn’t even notice the cab going. A good start, he thought. Beyond stood a sheepish and incredibly shapely woman. Golden, with the maddest eyes and mouth. Stephanie’s tongue was uncharacteristically fervent, what was going on here? He unpeeled her, and gasped for breath. “Won’t you introduce me to your friend?” “Oui, of course! Fleur, come and meet my ...
    man!” Fleur’s eyes narrowed under a thunderous scowl. She offered her hand, but Bill – trying to be French – stooped and kissed her cheek. Then immediately sneezed. “Oh shit! Sorry love!” He covered his face too late. “Allergies. What perfume is that?” Fleur grimaced, looked sadly at Stephanie and plodded toward the house. “Come and have a drink,” she said. They sat on the terrace, the girls drinking champagne but Bill had brought some gin and tonic from the airport. The air was sickly sweet and he sneezed repeatedly, eyes and nose streaming. Stephanie sat on his lap. He was so on for a shag tonight. Maybe even a blowjob, the mood she was in. He blew his nose loudly for the hundredth time. “Fuck. I am so sorry about this. I’ve taken some antihistamine, I’ll be better soon.” Fleur crossed her legs, and watched champagne swill in her glass. # Stephanie and Bill had an early night; the sun still glowing on the horizon when they closed the curtains. Stephanie wanted all the windows open, she was hooked on that bloody awful smell, but Bill promised not to sneeze if she closed them. The room looked like a museum but the shower was good. Bill lathered, and sure enough within minutes, his beautiful wife slinked in beside him. “Hello…” she said to his instant erection, and pressed her stomach to it as she offered up her lips to kiss. It was going so well, running hands over each other’s wet skin and reminding themselves of all their favourite bits. Whenever Bill touched her breasts ...
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