by Lexi Sinner
Dalton said, “One of these days John is going to get himself straight up murdered.”
Branch shook his head. “We can get the kitchen table now. You can get the end that touched John’s balls.”
“Hold it down,” Dalton said. “Someone will hear you one of these days and then we are all fucked.”
They went inside and turned to go into the kitchen.
The wife leaned against the counter. Her clothes were on, but her blouse was off by one button all the way up.
Howard said, “You look flushed. Are you okay?”
Her voice shook. “Just winded from all this packing.”
“You’ve been packing hard, I know,” Howard said. “I’d say to sit down, but all the chairs are gone.”
“I’m fine, Howard. Really.”
She rubbed at the back of her skirt. Dalton suspected her ass was a little sore from the quick exit.
Branch took hold of the far end of the kitchen table and nodded at the other which was still a little foggy on the top from the housewife’s ass sweat. “Get your end, Dalton.”
Dalton took a wide grip and lifted as they hauled the table out.
Howard pointed to the floor. “Be careful, guys. Looks like a spill there under the table. What is that, baby? Did you knock over a lemonade?”
She held her splotchy neck and tried to clear her throat, but went into a fit of coughing.
As they went into the living room, Dalton said, “We’ve been in and out all day. We might have tracked something in.”
Howard knelt over where his wife had squirted while being ass fucked just moments before he entered the house. “It looks like a big puddle to be off your shoes and it was under the table.”
The wife walked out of the kitchen back deeper into the house while fanning herself.
Branch said, “I think something must have sprung a leak in there. Looks like you are moving just in time.”
Howard ran his fingertips through it and rubbed them together. He brought his fingers to his nose and sniffed. “Hmm. Slippery like oil. I recognize that smell. What is that? Do you think something we are taking with us to the new house did this?”
Dalton and Branch exchanged a look over the table as they approached the front door. Dalton said, “Nothing we have on the truck.”
They turned the table sideways to feed it out the door just as John ducked out carrying a box. His dark hair was messed up and one tail of his shirt was sticking out untucked.
Branch laughed as they came out with the table. “I’m glad you are back to helping sooner than usual, John.”
“Can it,” John said as he set down the box and finished tucking in his shirt.
Dalton smiled. “Do you think she’ll still tip us?”
John sighed. “Just finish up. I need a cold shower.”
They laughed.
Branch said, “We can use some help getting that couch through. It looks like it might be a tight fit. You have a lot of experience with tight fits on this job, John?”
“Shut up.” John went back inside to get more boxes as they loaded on the kitchen table.
***
“Isn’t this the third time we’ve helped her move this month?” Dalton asked as John made the turn.
“She has more furniture to donate to Goodwill,” John said.
“My,” Branch said tilting his head. “She sure is generous, isn’t she?”
“You’re getting paid,” John said. “What do you two have to complain about?”
Dalton laughed. “I hope she has more beer for the hour wait after we have the donation on the truck.”
Branch sniffed and said, “The furniture donation is quick. It is John’s special donation that takes extra time.”
They both laughed, but John squeezed the steering wheel. “You two need to show a little bit of respect. I am technically your boss, you know.”
Dalton looked at Branch who shrugged and then back at John in the driver’s seat. “Are you being serious right now, John?”
“Damn right, I’m serious. I am your boss.”
Dalton cleared his throat. “Yeah, we know. Don’t we do good work for you? Why are you getting upset about us busting your balls all of a sudden?”
“Yeah,” Branch said, “A dude getting laid as much as you are should be in a lot better mood.”
“I’ve told you two to knock it off,” John said. “I could get any two dimwits to haul furniture for me. You act like you two are doing me the favor with as much as I pay you.”
“Jesus.” Dalton held up his hands. “Okay. Be cool, John. Sorry, man.”
“Not for nothing,” Branch said, “but we’ve saved your ass from getting caught and killed by more than one husband since we started working for you. Yesterday was another close call. We move furniture, watch out for your ass, and we’re still your friends, so thanks, but you do owe us from time to time too.”
John snorted. “Yeah, I owe you every pay day.”
“God, where is this coming from?” Dalton said.
John’s nostrils flared.
Branch grabbed Dalton’s sleeve and shook his head. “Just let it go. He’ll be back in a joking mood soon enough.”
John shook his head and looked away muttering under his breath.
They backed into the driveway and John jammed it into park before the truck was done rolling bringing out a grinding noise. He opened his door and bailed out before either of the guys could say anything to him.
Dalton looked at Branch and asked, “What the hell crawled up his ass?”
Branch shrugged and opened the passenger’s door. “If you asked me what was crawling up our clients’ asses, I would tell you it was John’s cock. I think he’s in a shitty mood because he found a bitch that would let him take her in the ass and then he got interrupted.”
Dalton rolled his eyes. “Well, fuck him. That’s not our fault. The husband came home. Like you said, we did him the favor of keeping him from getting caught.”
Branch nodded. “He likes butt fucking, I guess. With all the tail he gets, most of them won’t let him take them in the ass. He told me he asks his wife all the time, but she always says no. He’s probably just frustrated.”
Dalton shook his head. “He gets fucked on every job, we move all the furniture, and he gets frustrated?”
The doors on the back of the truck slammed against the sides and vibrated the cab. The ramp rattled out and slammed hard on the driveway.
Branch said, “We better get out there before he beats the truck apart and tears us new assholes.”
“What a dick.”
“He did screw people out of their money before he started this moving company. Now he just screws their wives. He’s my friend,” Branch said, “but he’s always been a bit of a moody asshole.”
Dalton pushed Branch’s shoulder to get him to climb out of the truck. “Maybe you should let him fuck you in the ass.”
“It’s your turn, I think,” Branch said.
“Take your time, ladies,” John said. “You two done gossiping and blowing each other?”
Dalton and Branch exchanged a look. Dalton said, “Sorry, John.”
“Let’s go.” John headed inside without knocking and the boys followed.
The lady of the house pulled her bathrobe shut, but not before they got a view of her brown nipples and shaved pussy. She pulled her red curls out on her shoulders and smiled. She was naked under the robe, but already had her make-up on.
Two mattresses and a box spring leaned against the wall. They had blue Post-It Notes attached to them as did a couple chairs and a coffee table.
“Everything with a note on it,” she said, “goes on the truck. After that, there is beer in the refrigerator and you’re welcome to use the TV.”
“Will do, ma’am,” Dalton said. “Thank you.”
“John, would you help me with something in the bedroom?” she asked.
John nodded. “I’ll be right up.”
As she left, the ot
her two started gathering the smaller items.
Branch said, “Fresh beer. I like this job.”
John turned. “When you are done, wait in the truck.”
“Are you serious?” Dalton asked.
“Don’t touch the beer.” John walked up the stairs. “Wait in the truck like I said.”
***
As they closed up the doors once they were finished and rolled up the ramp, Branch said, “You want to drive off and leave him?”
Dalton laughed. “Let him finish fucking her and he will hopefully be in a better mood.”
“You afraid of losing the job?” Branch opened the passenger’s door.
“It is the best work I’ve had.”
Branch shrugged. “Fuck him. I’ve found other work and I could do it again. It’s a good job, but I’m only going to take so much of his shit. He needs us worse than we need him. He’s got debt up to his eyes and these jobs keep him afloat. If he lost a week from letting us go, he’d be sunk. So, fuck him, if he’s not in a better mood after screwing this woman.”
A Mercedes pulled up on the curb. Dalton noticed it, but this woman wasn’t married, so he didn’t pay much attention. She had moved because of the divorce, so that was part of the reason she was unloading extra furniture she took from her ex, but did not really want. It was why she was fucking John on the regular too probably. She did tip well.
Dalton sighed and leaned on the side of the truck. “I hadn’t thought of it like that. I’d rather just let him cool off than to push back.”
“I’ve had enough of him.”
“Are going to quit, Branch?”
“He can fire me if he wants so I can collect unemployment, but I’ll be damned, if I’m going to take his shit while he’s boning every customer. I’ll bend him over and fuck him before I put up with that much longer. He’s overdue for being put in his place.”
The open passenger’s door blocked his view, but then he saw the heels and short skirt. Dalton felt a moment of panic, but his angry husband radar calmed and he stepped out to look.
The woman standing behind Branch wore a gold top and matching skirt. She had nice heavy tits with the nipples showing through the material. Her blond hair was stacked on top of her head in a tight, sculpted hairdo. Her long legs were distracting from her perfect ass and great tits.
“Where’s John?” she asked.
Dalton stared a moment and tried to place her.
Branch coughed and then said, “Oh, hey, Victoria. He’s finishing up the paperwork on a dresser I dropped and broke. I’ve been sent to the truck to think about what I did. Dalton, will you go tell him Victoria is here and that I’m sorry.”
Dalton realized it was John’s wife and he felt his balls tighten up against his body in fear. Dalton turned to go into the house and he actually prayed that he wasn’t interrupting another ass fucking.
“Stop right there,” Victoria said. “Don’t you two go warning him that I’m here. How dare you lie for him like this?”
Dalton stopped and turned around.
Branch looked from Dalton back to Victoria. “We’re working, Victoria. Whatever has got you upset, you don’t want to confront him on the job site out in public.”
“Fuck you, Branch,” she said. “He treats you like shit and you still cover for him. Job site, my ass. The blowjob site? The boob job site? I know he’s fucking other women. You dumbasses have been here three times in less than two weeks. You’re banging around out here until the neighbors are calling me about my husband banging that redhead slut in there. You know we don’t live far from here. I have friends in this neighborhood that see him traipsing around like he’s some stud and I’m stupid.”
Dalton looked up at the house and around at the windows of the other houses. He looked back at her. “Calm down. I’m sure everything is fine.”
“Fuck you both,” she said. “I heard you talking when I walked up about him fucking every customer. I heard you.”
Branch swallowed and said, “Listen, I was angry about him yelling at me about the dresser. I said shit I didn’t mean.”
She closed her fists and hit them against Branch’s chest. It wasn’t hard enough to even rock him backward on his heels, but she kept hitting him out of frustration. “Stop lying. Stop lying. Stop lying to me.”
Branch wrapped her up in a hug not knowing what else to do. She cried into his uniform shirt and Branch looked over the top of her fancy hairdo with his eyes wide. He shook his head.
Dalton looked up at the house and back at Branch. He shrugged. He could still go warn John, but bringing him outside with his wife like this could not end well. It was probably not going to end well either way. If they could get her to leave, she might calm down, but probably not. At least Dalton wouldn’t have to see it then. John was almost definitely heading to divorce and Dalton would be out of a job either way when John had to bail on the company and get a real job himself. The situation seemed doomed no matter what.
Victoria pushed Branch up against the side of the truck next to the open door. Dalton reached to take hold of her shoulders.
Branch said, “I’m sorry we lied to you. You deserve better.”
She started rubbing Branch’s cock through the front of his pants. Dalton froze with his hands on her shoulders. She leaned in and kissed Branch as she gripped his cock. Branch kissed her back and started pawing those luscious tits through her blouse.
“What the hell?” Dalton said. “People can see from the houses. John’s inside.”
Victoria pulled away from the kiss and said, “Inside fucking another woman, right? So, fuck him.”
She reached back and grabbed Dalton’s cock too. It responded immediately to her rough touch. He backed away out of her grasp.
Victoria shrugged and knelt down in front of Branch. “Suit yourself. Be the only one not getting his. The way I see it, we all have a lot of catching up to do with John’s little adventures. He has this coming and if he has a problem with it, I’ll take him for everything he has. You might want to get some while you can, baby.”
She opened the front of Branch’s pants and he did nothing to stop her. She worked out his cock and balls, but he was not completely hard yet. She took him into her mouth and pulled his cock between her pinched lips as she sucked him up and all the way down which seemed to solve that problem fairly quickly. Soon she had to open her throat to take his full, erect length and she slobbered up and down his cock with abandon.
Dalton stepped back and looked around. “Jesus, someone is going to call the cops. John’s going to come out and find you.”
“Shut up, man,” Branch said with his head laid back against the truck.
She pulled off and started kissing his cock and sucking his balls. Between kisses, she said, “You better get me off fast then because I’m not stopping until we all cum.”
Dalton rubbed his face. “Oh, Jesus.”
She went back to sucking Branch off. As her head went down the length of his shaft she twisted her head to the side and pulled back off. Dalton had been with a few women, but none had used that technique. He had also never seen a woman suck a cock with such angry enthusiasm either. He found himself considering her offer more seriously than he would have expected.
He saw that she was flicking her tongue out and using it to stroke his cock and balls out past her lips as she swallowed him over and over. She continued that head twist and pulled back up again licking all around the head before going back down. She worked her hands over Branch’s cock next as she continued her masterful, angry sucking. She twisted one hand down and around his slick shaft in the opposite direction of her head twist. He dragged her fingers and nails all over and around his balls. Dalton saw her hand slip back every once and a while to give Branch’s ass a tease.
Branch threw his head back thumping it against the side of the truck. His eyes rolled up in his head and he gave a moan with every head twist and a gasp of surprise with every ass tease.
Dalton shook his head.
If he had a wife that gave this kind of blowjob, he would never step out. Hell, Dalton thought that he might never leave the house.
She kept sucking and pulled at his balls with one hand while the other dropped down between her legs. As her hand started kneading her pussy, her gold skirt rode up high revealing her bare ass. It was a beautiful, upside down heart shape. Dalton could see the fingers working and spreading the pussy up underneath that perfect ass. He understood why John was so determined to fuck an ass like that. Dalton considered that tag teaming John’s wife might lead to him getting to slide a cock into that ass the way she wouldn’t let John do.