Weekend Visitor

by Alex Cowen

  Hailey looked up and him and grinned. “Well I’ll let you take care of me some other way … just leave the dishes.”

  My heart fluttered at Hailey’s not-so-subtle insinuation.

  “You guys go put on your jammies while I clear off the table and we can watch a movie.”

  Still holding our plates, Jay looked down at her skeptically.

  “Don’t worry,” she laughed. “I’m just going to take the dishes to the kitchen and leave them in the sink. If you really feel that bad about it, you can clean them in the morning.”

  Fifteen minutes later Jay and I were sitting in the living room in sweatpants and t-shirts when Hailey finally came out from the kitchen. She was carrying two beers for us and smiled as she walked over and set them on the small end table next to us.

  “You guys look comfy,” she said.

  “Yeah,” I replied looking up at her. “Go get changed and come join us.”

  “Really, Hailey,” Jay said morosely. “You should have let me clean up. I feel bad making you do all the work.”

  Hailey looked down and him and smiled. “Don’t worry,” she said confidently. “I’ll find some way for you to repay me.”

  She stared down at Jay for a few seconds, then stepped back.

  “I’m going to go put on something more comfortable,” she said pleasantly. “I’ll be right back.”

  Jay and I watched as Hailey turned and walked across the room and disappeared down the hallway leading to our bedroom.

  “Damn buddy,” Jay said as soon as she was out of sight. “You seriously don’t know how lucky you are. Hailey is one fine catch.”

  “I know,” I replied as I picked up my beer and took a sip. Believe me, I know!

  For the next few minutes Jay and I talked about various benign things, waiting for Hailey to come join us. I vaguely recall him talking about work, but I was only half listening. My mind was preoccupied with the conversation I had with Hailey in the bathroom, and speculating what she might do now that I had given her the green light to fool around with Jay.

  Jay was in the middle of complaining about his new regional manager when he suddenly stopped in mid-sentence. I looked over at him to see what was wrong and saw that his mouth had dropped open and he sat in what appeared to be stunned silence. I followed his stare across the room and soon found out why.

  There, standing in the hallway entrance to the living room was Hailey. She was wearing nothing but a short, pink nightshirt, looking every bit like an eighteen year old college coed.

  Like the white dress and the bikini, the nightshirt must have been new because I had never seen it before. It was a pink football jersey with large white numbers printed across the front, and the bottom edge just barely reached the top of her thighs. It was so short that it just barely covered her panties which I assumed, but wasn’t positive she was wearing. Down in my lap my cock immediately started growing and filling my pants. I looked over at Jay and he was still staring at her, gawking openly.

  “Hey guys,” Hailey said cheerfully, ignoring our ogling stares. “You didn’t start without me did you?”

  “Uh…no,” I stammered. Jay was too shocked to speak.

  “Great!” she said, glancing around the room for the television’s remote control. Spotting it next to the TV, she bounced up on the balls of her feet like a schoolgirl and walked briskly across the room to retrieve it. As she moved in front of us, Jay and I just stared at her in wonder. The bottom of her nightshirt just barely covered her, hanging perhaps a half an inch below the crease where her ass met her thighs. Below that, her gorgeous legs trailed down to her bare feet.

  When she reached the television she bent over to pick up the remote control. As she did, the bottom of her nightshirt raised up, giving Jay and I a glimpse of the thin white panties she was wearing underneath.

  I turned and looked at Jay. He was staring at Hailey’s ass, his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open. Seeing me from the corner of his eye, he turned and looked at me. The look on his face instantly turned from shock to concern. It was so comical that I had to suppress my laugh. Poor Jay was so scared that he was going to make me angry that he didn’t know what to do.

  At that moment I knew that what I did next would be incredibly important. If I hesitated or looked concerned, he would feel bad about gawking at my wife. Knowing Jay, he would then make it a point to stop looking at her, and to keep a respectful distance from her for the rest of his stay. It might even cause him to actively avoid her altogether.

  My mind was still wrestling with whether I really wanted my fantasy to actually become a reality, but I had to make a decision.

  In an instant, and without thinking, I smiled broadly at Jay and, in a move I can’t believe I did, gave him a wink.

  Jay stared at me, dumbfounded. This time I actually did laugh out loud, and suddenly any final bits of resistance I might have still have, evaporated. Jay and I both looked back at Hailey, neither one of us wanting to miss any of the show she was giving us.

  We were both still staring at the enticing patch of white panties that was peeking out from underneath her nightshirt when she straightened up and turned to face us.

  “Are we all set?” she asked innocently. Jay and I quickly looked away, trying to pretend that we hadn’t just been staring at her ass.

  Hailey looked over at the table next to Jay. “It looks like you two could use a refill. And I need a drink myself.”

  She turned her head to look directly at my face. “Honey, why don’t you get yourself and Jay a new beer, and get me a glass of wine. I’ll keep Jay company.”

  “Sure,” I said, hesitantly, my eyes locked on Haley’s. She just smiled innocently at me, not giving any hint as to what she was planning.

  I stood up and started walking slowly to the kitchen, unsure of how to feel about leaving my half-dressed wife alone in the living room with Jay.

  When I got to the kitchen my heart was palpitating in my chest. There was still time to put a stop to it, but I wasn’t sure whether I wanted to or not. The realization that I might actually see my wife have sex with my best friend tonight was overwhelming.

  Forcing myself to take a few deep breaths, I reigned in my emotions, which were threatening to run out of control.

  Just go with the flow and see what happens I thought to myself, trying to calm my frayed nerves.

  A few minutes later, armed with two fresh beers, a wine glass, and a bottle of Chardonnay, I went to join Hailey and Jay in the living room.

  I found them sitting together on our small couch, Jay at one end, Hailey at the other. Jay was turned in toward Hailey, and she was facing him, sitting with her legs curled up underneath her. They were talking and laughing and seemed to be having a good time. Hailey was leaning in toward Jay and had her hand on his forearm, obviously flirting with him. Jay seemed to be enjoying the attention, and I just stood in the kitchen doorway for a few seconds, watching them silently. The scene in front of me was surreal. Were my wife and my best friend actually going to have sex tonight?

  Gathering myself together I walked into the room with my bottles of alcohol, smiling pleasantly as if nothing was out of the ordinary. As soon as Jay saw me he stopped talking mid-sentence and his relaxed smile faded into a somber look.

  Walking up to Hailey, I smiled down at her and handed her the empty wine glass. She took it from me and held it up in front of her expectantly. I dutifully filled her glass, then leaned forward to give her a quick peck. As I did, she reached her arm up and wrapped her hand around the nape of my neck. With surprising forcefulness she pulled me down into her lips and gave me a long, passionate kiss.

  When she let me go I stood up and, grinning broadly, handed one of the beers to Jay. Jay took the bottle from me and furrowed his brow, obviously confused.

  Since Jay and Hailey were monopolizing the couch, I moved over to the adjacent loveseat and placed the wine bottle on the end table as I lowered myself into its soft cushions.

  “Are we all re
ady?” Hailey asked pointing the remote at the TV.

  “Yep,” I replied. “Did you pick something good?”

  “I think so,” Hailey said as the movie started. “We’ll find out.”

  As it turned out, the movie Hailey had chosen was not so good, but it didn’t matter; for the next forty-five minutes the three of us sat and chatted, laughed, and drank. As the alcohol flowed, we all became more and more relaxed, and I could tell that everyone’s inhibitions were starting to diminish.

  Hailey’s sat at the end of the couch facing Jay. Her short nightshirt was already showing of most of her legs, and as she moved and shifted about in her seat, it kept inching its way up, revealing more and more of her smooth, sexy thighs. I noticed that she never bothered to adjust it, and before long it had moved so far up onto her hips that her panties were fully exposed for Jay and me to see.

  “I don’t get it Jay,” Hailey said, taking a long drink from her wine glass. “You’re a good looking guy. You have a good job and a great personality. Why haven’t you settled down with anyone?”

  Jay laughed. Hailey always gave him a hard time about his bachelorhood, and he was used to her lectures about the multitude of benefits that come with a long-term relationship.

  “Why would I want to do that,” he asked with a chuckle. “Being single means I get to do whatever I want. Heck, if I had a girlfriend, I might not be able to come visit you guys all the time.”

  Hailey laughed and shifted in her seat, moving her legs apart slightly, giving Jay a perfect view up her nightshirt.

  “Come on,” Hailey insisted. “There have to be some things that you don’t like about being single.”

  “No, not really,” Jay replied. He paused for a moment, then smiled. “Well … I guess the lack of blowjobs is one thing. I could sure use a blowjob.”

  Jay laughed at his own joke and emptied his beer. As he lowered the bottle from his lips and turned to put it on the table next to him, Hailey looked over at me and smiled. Through my alcohol induced buzz I smiled back and, to my own disbelief, felt myself give her an almost imperceptible nod. Her grin got even bigger.

  Holding her wine glass up in the air, Hailey sat up and rose to her knees. She leaned forward and, careful not to spill her wine, crawled across the short distance between herself and Jay. When she reached him she kept crawling, stretching herself over his lap toward the end table on the other side. Reaching her arm out as she leaned across his lap, she set her glass on the table.

  I felt my heart flutter in my chest as I took in the sight of my wife, stretched out across Jay’s thighs, her back arched and her nightshirt pulled up to the small of her back, revealing her luscious, ass.

  Jay’s head instantly jerked around and he looked at me, his eyes wide. I could sense the fear and concern that overtook him as my wife sprawled across his body in an obviously sexual way. This was the moment of truth.

  I looked him in the eye and gave him a warm smile and a reassuring nod.

  On the outside I was calm, confident, and reassuring, but inside a virtual cyclone of emotions was raging. Fear, jealousy, distress, panic; all of it swirled around inside me like a tempest.

  But as terrified as I was, my fear was no match for the overwhelming lust that filled my body. I wanted this with every fiber of my being, and I was fully willing to give over my wife to see it happen.

  Over on the couch Hailey pushed herself back onto her haunches. With her head hanging over Jay’s lap she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants and gave them a gentle tug.

  "Wha..." Jay stuttered. “What are you doing?”

  Hailey looked up at him with a raised eyebrow and a cocky smile.

  “Well, you said you needed a blowjob didn’t you?” she said simply.

  With that she pulled at Jay’s pants forcefully. Although he still had a confused look on his face, Jay raised his hips and let Hailey pull his sweatpants down across his thighs and over his knees. She had grabbed his boxer shorts too, and when she pulled them down it left him sitting in front of us fully exposed.

  Hailey and I both looked at Jay’s lap where his semi-hard cock sat, laying to the side like a thick, pale snake.

  My feelings of fear and apprehension instantly leapt to a whole new level. Even though his cock was only semi-hard, it was immediately apparent that he was bigger than me. My panic was taken to new heights when I glanced at Hailey and saw her staring at it, a look of obvious surprise in her eyes.

  Without hesitating, Hailey gripped Jay’s thick cock in her hand and lowered her head into his lap, taking it deftly into her mouth before he or I had any time to react.

  I watched in amazement as Jay’s engorged dick instantly disappeared between Hailey’s lips. One minute it was there, then next minute it was gone. My mind seemed to shut down, and it was all I could do to not groan out loud at the sight of my wife taking another man’s cock in her mouth.

  Over on the couch, Jay did groan out loud as he watched my wife swallow his thick member. Hailey had lowered her head down into his lap, engulfing his entire semi-rigid cock with her mouth, clear down to its base. With her face pressed firmly into his crotch, she held it there for few seconds, then slowly lifted her head up out of his lap, letting his cock slide deliberately out of her mouth. As it reappeared from between her lips, I could see that it had grown harder, and was almost fully erect.

  Hailey kept her hand wrapped around the base of Jay’s cock, getting ready to stroke him as she took him in and out of her mouth.

  "Mmmmm..." Jay moaned softly. “I was only kidding about the blowjobs you know," he teased.

  Hailey lifted her head and let the tip of Jay’s cock fall from her mouth. With her hand still wrapped around its thick shaft she looked up at him impishly.

  “If you want me to stop I will," she teased back.

  Jay’s eyes widened as if he thought she really might. Instead of answering he put both hands on her head and gently pushed her back down. Hailey parted her lips obligingly and took him back into her mouth.

  Jay’s cock was fully erect by now, and Hailey began to focus on the task of giving him a world-class blowjob. With her lips encircling his thick shaft, she started slowly bobbing her head up and down on his hard dick, her hand stroking it in unison with the motion of her head moving up and down. Now that he was fully hard she could not as easily fit his entire length into her mouth, but with each stroke she took a little more of him until she was finally taking it all the way.

  Over on the loveseat my cock was so full and hard that I thought it was going to rip through my pants. I looked at Jay and he was smiling broadly, watching while Hailey sucked his cock hungrily. If I did not know better, I would have said that he looked like he had fantasized about Hailey sucking his cock for a long time, and was now having his fantasy come true.

  Hailey kept taking Jay further and further into her mouth, stoking his shaft with her hand as it slid in and out. Again I noticed how thick it was and a twinge of jealousy washed through me at the thought that he was bigger than me.

  As Hailey worked Jay’s cock in and out of her mouth, the wet slurping noises filled my ears, and I watched in fascination as she sucked his dick, my emotions alternating from lust to alarm. Having received many blowjobs from Hailey in the past, I knew the incredible pleasure Jay was experiencing, and I was suddenly filled with a desire to have her doing it to me.

  Before long Hailey was taking Jay all the way into her mouth. I knew that the back of his cock must be deep in her throat, but Hailey was taking it like a pro. Jay had his hands on the side of her head, grasping her hair tightly as her head bobbed up and down. I could tell he wasn’t going to last very long.

  True to my prediction, a few seconds later he let out a low groan.

  “I’m going to cum,” he gasped, looking down at her with his eyes full of lust.

  Hailey just kept bobbing her head up and down, taking him in and out of her mouth without missing a beat.

  “I’m going to cum,” J
ay said again, urgently.

  Hailey kept going, making it clear that she was going to let him shoot his wad in her mouth and swallow it.

  Realizing she wasn’t going to stop, Jay threw his head back and let out a loud groan toward the ceiling. Hailey stopped bobbing her head and I knew he was cumming in her mouth.

  Jay tightened his grip on Hailey’s head and groaned again. His entire body was stiff. Down in his lap, Hailey’s cheeks drew in and I saw her throat move as she swallowed. She let her cheeks out and then swallowed again as if she was drinking through a straw. I watched on, horrified but captivated as Hailey obligingly swallowed each load of semen that Jay shot into her mouth.

  Jay looked back down at Hailey and groaned a third time. I could see the base of his cock pulse and his balls contract as he unloaded another load into my wife’s mouth. Hailey kept swallowing dutifully.

  Finally, after what seemed like ages, Jay relaxed his grip on Hailey’s head and his body started to relax. Hailey stopped swallowing and started raising and lowering her head again, slowly working Jay’s cock in and out of her mouth, gently massaging him and milking the last of his cum from his softening cock. Jay let out a long breath and his body went limp as Hailey finally slid his cock from her mouth.

  Lifting herself up out of Jay’s lap, Hailey sat up and reached her hand to her lips to brush aside a small drop of cum from the corner of her mouth. Looking right at Jay she smiled slyly. He smiled back at her, obviously too shaken to speak, or even think straight for that matter.

  Sitting back on her knees Hailey grinned at him.

  “Is that better?” she asked sardonically.

  “Oh my God …” Jay groaned, his head still spinning.

  Hailey leaned back until she was up against the arm of the couch.

  “Would you like to return the favor?” she asked coyly.

  As she spoke she unfolded her legs from beneath her and placed them on the cushions of the sofa in front of her. With her knees bent and her legs spread apart, she lifted the hem of her nightshirt up past her hips to her waist. Hooking her thumbs into the edges of her panties, she slid them up her thighs, over her knees, and then down her calves to her feet. Slipping them off and letting them drop to the floor, she spread her knees, giving Jay a perfect view of her beautiful, shaved pussy. Her engorged lips were swollen and glistening, and even from where I was sitting I could see that she was sopping wet.