“You know I like the sort of thing as much as you do.”
“Which is why I love you so much.”
They smile at each other, their faces conveying genuine emotion.
“Now go,” Mark says, slapping Nikki on the ass. “Let’s get this show on the road.”
#
Five minutes later, Nikki pulls her car out of the garage and closes the garage door behind her. Two minutes after that there’s a knock on their front door. Mark looks through the peephole, just to be sure.
It’s Cindy. She’s wearing a slinky, lacy, black top and a jean skirt, with lots of makeup and her hair done up. Her intentions are obvious.
Mark answers the door, opening it and hustling Cindy into the house and quickly closing the door behind them, acting like they’re worried about getting caught.
Cindy is a 20-year old girl college student that lives down the street who’s home for the summer. She’s a cute little long-haired brunette with a thin frame, small but perky tits, a great ass, and legs that didn’t quit. But more importantly, the word around the neighborhood is that not only is she a total slut, but that she just adores older men. Which is why Mark and Nikki chose her for their little game.
“Are you sure your wife is gone for the whole day?” Cindy asks Mark as he leads her up the stairs to the bedroom, not wasting any time.
“Positive,” Mark says. “We’ve got at least three hours until she comes home. And I’m planning on using all of them.”
Cindy giggled and grabbed his ass as they climbed the stairs.
“Are you sure you can last that long?” Cindy asks.
“I’m like the energizer bunny,” Mark says, looking back at her. “I keep going, and going, and going . . .”
“I certainly hope so,” Cindy says as they come to the top of the stairs. “Because I’ve haven’t had a good fucking since I’ve been back from college. All the boys around here are lame.”
#
Thirty seconds later they’re in the bedroom. Mark’s pants are around his ankles and Cindy is on her knees, with one hand gripping the base of his cock and her lips wrapped around the tip.
“Do you like how I suck your cock, baby?” Cindy asks, taking a moment to slip it out of her mouth.
“I fucking love it,” Mark says, his head cocked a little sideways, listening.
And sure enough, a few moments later, the sound of the front door opening and then closing is audible throughout the house.
Cindy quickly pulls her mouth off Mark’s cock and looks up at him.
“Who’s that?” she whispers.
“It must be Nikki,” Mark says, acting surprised.
“I thought you said she was gone for the day?” Cindy whispers desperately.
“She was supposed to be,” Mark whispers back. They can hear the sounds of Nikki rummaging around downstairs. Marks pulls his boxers and pants back up and buttons them.
“What do we do?” Cindy asks.
“Nothing,” Mark replies. “She probably just forgot something. She’ll be back out the door within seconds.”
But immediately after the words leave Mark’s mouth Nikki calls out to him.
“Mark? Mark, honey, have you seen my cell phone?”
“I think it’s downstairs,” Mark calls out. Cindy is still on her knees on the floor, looking frightened and nervous.
“I can’t find it,” Nikki says. “I think I may have left it in our room.”
Cindy curses under her breath and starts to climb to her feet.
“No, it’s not in here,” Mark calls out.
“I’m pretty sure it is,” Nikki says. The sound of her footsteps on the hardwood stairs is audible. “I’m coming up to check.”
“What do I do?” Cindy says, panicked.
“Go hide in the closet,” Mark says quickly.
“But what if she looks for her phone in there?” Cindy says.
“She won’t,” Mark replies, forcing himself not to smile. He gives Cindy a little push in the direction of the closet. “Now go! Hurry!”
Cindy quickly moves to the other side of the room and scrambled into the walk-in closet and closes the door behind her.
No more than five seconds later, Nikki enters the room. She has a curious little smile on her face and she gives Mark a wink. He winks back and returns her smile.
“Are you sure you haven’t seen it in here?” Nikki asks Mark, her tone not reflecting her knowledge of the situation.
“Positive,” Mark says. “I’ve looked everywhere.” He flicks his head towards the closet.
“Is she in there?” Nikki mouths without saying the words aloud.
Mark nods.
“I think I left it in my pants yesterday,” Nikki says aloud.
“In the bathroom?” Mark asks.
“No,” Nikki replies. “In the closet.”
“They’re not in there,” Mark says, grinning widely all the while.
“Of course they are,” Nikki says. “I hung them up yesterday after I wore them.”
“Are you sure?” Mark says. “I thought you put them in the laundry already.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Nikki says, moving towards the closet. “I know right where I put them.”
“Wait,” Mark says, more loudly than necessary, still playing the part for Cindy’s benefit. “I think I saw your phone downstairs.”
“Why are you acting so funny?” Nikki says, putting her hand on the closet door handle in an attempt to ramp up Cindy’s anxiety. “Is there something in the closet you don’t want me to see?”
“No,” Mark says, barely able to keep from cracking up. “It’s nothing like that.”
Nikki lets the silence build for a few moments, then says, “Bullshit. What the fuck did you stash in there? Your fucking girlfriend?”
“No,” Mark says, his smile larger than ever. He’s practically giddy with excitement. “Of course not. Don’t be ridiculous.”
“If I’m being ridiculous, then it doesn’t matter if I open this closet, does it?” Nikki says, turning the handle but not opening the door yet. She wants to make Cindy sweat it for a little while longer.
“If that’s what you want to do,” Mark says.
“You really don’t care?” Nikki says, opening the door just a little bit.
“Not at all,” Mark says.
Nikki closes the door and lets go of the handle. “Well, in that case, maybe I should look somewhere else for my phone. I don’t I left it in my pants anyway.”
“Like I said, whatever you want,” Mark says.
“I think I may have put my pants in the bathroom after all,” Nikki says. “Can you go take a look for me?”
“Sure,” Mark replies. “Which pants did you say they were in?”
“My black jeans,” Nikki says.
“Okay, I’ll check,” Mark says, not making a move.
“Go!” Nikki whispers, waving Mark away. She wants the situation to play out as real as possible to fool Cindy. If she realizes it’s a setup that’ll take some of the fun away. “And wipe that smile off your face!” she adds, whispering that too.
Mark turns and walks into the bathroom, trying unsuccessfully to stop grinning. Meanwhile, Nikki again grabs ahold of the door handle and opens the door to the walk-in closet.
“Let’s see what you’re hiding in here,” she says under her breath, flipping on the light to reveal two legs protruding from the bottom of Mark’s shirts.
Nikki spreads the shirts apart, revealing Cindy. She’s got a scared look on her face and tears are dripping down her face.
“Well, what the fuck do we have here?” Nikki says, staring down at Cindy. “You’re that girl from down the street, right?”
Cindy nods.
“Cindy, right?”
Cindy nods again.
“Care to tell me what the fuck you’re doing in my closet?” Nikki asks, her voice harsh.
Cindy shakes her head.