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Billy: Chapter 15
🕑 Added 2020-05-08 18:47:29 +0000 UTCAfter we clean up we settle back into the relaxing day we’d been enjoying before all the craziness but with a whole new mood. We are a couple of groping giggling goofballs. We joke and tease and never leave each other’s arms. I felt ten years younger.
The rest of that day and into the next there is only one thing on our minds. What to do about Billy’s offer.
We had one more chance with him if we wanted it. The Sunday deadline gave the decision an urgency that I didn't like. Thus far we had been in control of the when and the where. Now we felt rushed, like panic shoppers on Christmas Eve. Had he not offered it I truly believe that second round would have been our last, but with the overt offer just hanging there it seemed a shame to let the limited time last chance opportunity pass us by.
While I didn’t like the deadline there was something reassuring about it. The hard and fast limits we had agreed to at the beginning had become blurry. We said we’d only do it once, but it had now happened twice and we were looking at a third time. We said she would only give him head and leave, but now she’d shown him her body and let him eat out her pussy and ass. An outside constraint would take the temptation of this becoming an escalating situation out of our horny hands.
We were torn. The risk-reward of going again was unclear. Our head, our hearts, and our libidos were at odds. On Friday night we agreed to let the deadline elapse. We had our fun and we would have those memories forever. By Saturday afternoon we had flipped completely. Like a couple of addicts we thought "just one more."
Over dinner that night it is decided once and for all.
"So we're doing it?" Jessica asks.
I swirl my wine and watch the legs streak down the glass. "Yeah."
Jess reaches across and takes my hand. "Last time."
"Last time. No choice this time." I look up at her. "I'm glad though. Three is enough. Three is more than enough."
"I couldn't agree more." She bites her bottom lip in that way she had when she was tense yet excited. "God, this all so hot."
"Yep." What else could I say? I was as hooked on this feeling as she was.
"Sooo, should we do it on the deck again or his yard or..."
I shake my head. "No. No way. I was way too far away last time. I couldn't hear anything."
"The deck then."
"Nah." I squeeze her hand. "The bedroom."
"The...wait, our bedroom?" She is surprised. "You want me to bring him into the house?"
"Yeah." I rub her delicate fingers between mine. "I want a good view. I want to hear everything. I want to be as close to the action as possible. The closet will give me that."
She thinks about it a minute. Facing out to our queen size bed we had a small walk in closet. The sliding wood doors had horizontal slats with slim spaces between. From there I would have a perfect view of the bed and most of the room.
"I don't know Micheal, that's our marriage bed. Makes it even weirder."
I smile. "I thought about the guest room but the closet in the main is too perfect." I pause and watch her think about it.
"I don't know. What if he hears you?"
"I'll be careful. I can bar the door from the inside just so he doesn't go snooping. If I keep the light off you can't see in there from outside."
"True. And I have to admit...it would be nice to have comfy bed this time." I can see that I’m winning her over.
"Also, I’d like to, uh, to set the cameras up."
Some couples had a mirror on the ceiling, some took photos, and some used a webcam. When Jessica and I wanted to see ourselves in that way we didn’t fuck around, we used a set of 3 wireless security cameras that I had bought for this express purpose. It gave the videos a voyeuristic feel and with 2K quality, night vision, and built in microphones nothing got missed. I could record the action from the PC in my man cave and even have live access to the feed from my phone. The cameras were small and it wouldn’t take much to conceal them.
Her eyes flare wide. "No!"
"Why not? It’s our room. We have a right to film our own property. Let’s capture the moment this last time, give us something to look back on."
“To jerk off to you mean.” She teases. Covering her face she lets out a laugh. "Oh my God! This is getting crazy."
"Getting crazy? Ha! We’re way past crazy. Come on, we'll have a memento of this very...unique summer."
She lowers her hands. "Yes! Oh my goodness, I love it. But...is it legal to record someone like that?"
"Who cares." I laugh. "He won't. Besides, he'll never know. Just for our private collection."
"We are so BAD!"
I raise my glass. "The worst."
She clinks hers to mine for a toast. "The worst." We each take a drink of the rich fruity red wine.
"So oral and tits again?"
I nod. "Yeah. I mean, play it by ear. I'll still have the phone to signal you if you go too far."
She leans in and whispers. "I might try eating out his ass this time."
"Oh my god!" I chuckle. "You nasty girl. Well...that'll be interesting."
"Ooo, a handjob while I eat his butt. We'll have our lubes and stuff in there. I’m gonna get kinky."
"I'll leave those decisions to the expert." I try and fail to hide a flirtatious smirk. “We could practice that tonight…if you want.”
She straightens up and looks at me for a time with that trouble making look of hers. “Nah. I’ll do it to Billy first. You’ll have to wait your turn.”
“My turn!?”
“Bigger man goes first.” She shrugs. “Sorry hun, them’s the rules.”
“Rules…!? Bigger goes…!? You little…!” I sputter in mock offense then slap my hand down on the table. “Longer, not bigger!”
We laugh and laugh, filling our house with the wonderful mirth of a couple in love.
“Last time.” She says, bringing the conversation back down to reality again.
“Definitely.”
"You sure you're good with this Micheal? Really? Truly? I don’t want this ending in tears."
I sigh. "I wish I could say I wasn't good with it, but this shit has got me...I don't know. It's been all I've been thinking about."
She giggles. "Micheal has a fetish."
"WE have a fetish."
She raises her glass. "The worst."
"That we are."
Clink.
"Okay, let's make this happen before we chicken out." I say. "Give him a call and tell him..."
"Hold on a sec." Mischief danced in my girlfriend's eyes and I knew trouble is about to follow. "I've done all the work so far. All the fibbing and all the sucking. I feel like I'm doing all the heavy lifting here."
"Yeah, but..."
"Come on baby." She motions next door. "You go tell him you'll be away tomorrow. Go lie to the neighbor boy and tell him you’ll be gone tomorrow afternoon. Do it so that you’re girlfriend can suck his big cock again.” She goads. “Go tell him face to face. Like a man."
"Like a man?" I pinch her arm. “Big talk for a little girl.”
She scrunches her nose and sticks out her tongue at me like the imp that she is. "You tell him you’re gone tomorrow and I'll call him after to set it all up. We're partners in this, yeah?"
"You want me to go talk to him? God, I wouldn't be able to keep a straight face."
"Come on now Micheal. You've got to just be a spectator through all of this. I want you to do this one thing. I want to see you do it. It's only fair.” She sips her wine, keeping her dancing eyes locked on mine. “You’re not scared of him are you?"
"Scared!? Fuck no. Oh Jesus, what has gotten into us?" Before she can reply I down my wine in a gulp. "Fuck it. I'll do it. I ain’t scared."
"That's my man!" She peeps. "Oh…one more thing, my brave man, I want you to think about me sucking his big eight inch cock while you talk with him."
"Shut up!" I exclaim as we both burst out in laughter. "Besides..." I clank my glass down. "...it's long...not big."
With that I get to my feet, feeling more than a little tipsy, and head for the front door. I don't even bother slipping shoes on. I walk straight out onto the warm concrete in my bare feet and take the short walk next door. I give the old man across the street a friendly wave, he waves back. As I turn and start up the walk of Billy's parent's house my heart begins to beat like a drum. I knew by the lights that he is home. Glancing back to my house I could see Jessica watching me from the big living room window. Between her and the old man I couldn't turn back now. The wine having gotten the better of my good sense I am not even entirely sure of what I am about to say as I stride up to the door and ring the bell.
After a long gut wrenching minute I hear the bolt on the door unlock and the door swings open. There stands Billy.
When he sees me there is instant of panic in his blue eyes and I realize he must think I had figured out what he and my girlfriend had been up to.
"Mike?” He says. “Uh...hey, what's up?"
For a moment I just stand there. Looking him over and seeing him anew.
For the first time since I'd known the lad I see him not as the punk kid from next door or as my young coworker but as the man who had received two blowjobs from my woman, the man who held her by the hair and nutted on her face, the man who groped her tits, and the man who ate her pussy and her ass so well. I am suddenly aware in a very tangible way that he is taller than me. More handsome than me. And probably even stronger than me. And, as Jessica told me to, I remind myself that he is packing two inches more than me.
In a split second Billy morphs from a boy to a man before my eyes.
"Mike?" His concern is growing.
"Uh...oh, hey kid." I shake myself back into the present. "Sorry."
Seeing I’m not angry he lets his guard down. In fact, he more than lets his guard down. His smirk and his loose body language seemed brash and cocky. Am I imagining this?
"What's up?" He asks.
"Heyyyy...uh...” I grasp for the for first thing that springs to mind and it ends up being the moment that started it all. Jessica and I standing and watching him in his yard as she told me she had seen him nude. “…that lawn mower of yours."
"It's Dad's, but yeah, what about it?"
"Right, of course. Hey listen. I gotta go to my Mom's tomorrow..."
"Must be a regular Sunday thing." His eyes narrow almost imperceptibly.
"Huh?"
He grins. "You couldn't join us for lunch last Sunday. Remember? You were at your Mom's. That’s what Jessica said anyway."
I forgot about that. Keeping track of lies was never my strong suit. I try to roll with it. "Oh yeah. Um, yeah, sometimes. Especially on Sundays. She needs a lot of help nowadays." The truth is my mother was fit as a fiddle. "Anyway, I was going to mow the lawn tomorrow but I thought maybe I could come twist your arm to do it since I’m busy. What do ya say? I'll pay ya if you want."
"Mow your lawn?" He looks across to my front yard. "Why doesn't Jessica do it?"
Fuck, I hadn’t expected questions. I shrug. "She said she's busy with something tomorrow. Not sure what."
That cocksure look returns, he crosses his arms and leans against the door frame. "She's busy tomorrow huh?"
"That's what she said." I blurt.
I couldn't be sure but I swear he's holding back laughter. Everything felt different with him now. He spoke with such self assured confidence as I stumbled through my words. But I couldn’t tell how much is reality and how much simply the wine mixed with my own chaotic feelings.
"Sure man, I got time tomorrow.” His smug grin grows. “Twenty bucks.”
“Twenty bucks?”
He holds his hand out. “You said you’d pay. Twenty bucks and I’ll come over tomorrow.” His words ooze with vicious double meaning. “I’ll look after your lawn real good.”
"Oh, uh, yeah. Of course.” I say. I search my pockets and find my wallet. Just by chance I happened to have some cash on me. As I pass him a twenty dollar bill I am struck with the realization that I am now paying Billy to come to my house and receive a blowjob from Jessica. What is this crazy life!?
He takes the money and snaps it between his fingers. “Thanks. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it for ya.” He gives me a nod. "See ya Monday?"
"You bet kid. See you at work. And, uh, thanks again." With great relief I turn and start away from the house.
"Mike." He calls after me.
"Yeah." I look back over my shoulder.
"Don't call me kid. I’m not a kid anymore."
"Oh!" He stares me eye to eye like he never had before, hard and unwavering. I nod. "Yeah, sure Billy. Of course."
As I hurry back to my house I start having doubts. Billy had a new attitude about him and I can’t say I appreciated it. The kid was letting this get to his head. When this is all over I’d have to find a way to reestablish my proper place above him in our pecking order…though I hadn’t clue how. Perhaps Jess and I ought to think about this last time a bit more.
I don't get a chance to talk to Jessica about it however. As I step into my house she is already on the phone with him.
"He he he." She giggles, her eyes meet mine even as she speaks with him. "Yeah, he’s at his Mom’s again tomorrow just like he said. I sent him over to tell you." She approaches me and slips a hand down my shorts. "Mmmm." She purrs to Billy. "I hope I will be busy tomorrow. I hope we’ll both be busy." There is moment's silence while she starts to stroke my dick, she suddenly bursts into another round of laughter. "He's not a cuck! Ha ha ha! Stop it!" He says something. “He paid you!? Ha ha ha ha! Unbelievable.” She is looking me in the eyes as she laughs. "No he can't hear me. I'm in the bedroom." She lies and strokes my dick faster. "This is where we'll do it tomorrow. Our bedroom. Say, 2 o'clock?" She pauses. "Uh huh." She shoots me a wink and a hard squeeze. "I know, last time." She listens. "Yeah, he won't be back until 5 or so. We'll be fine." She laughs again. "You stop that. Okay...uh huh...me too. See you tomorrow" She hangs up.
Tossing the phone to the sofa she plants a big kiss on me and gives my now hard cock a rough tug. “It’s all set baby.” Her wicked grin grows. “Twenty bucks? You sold him my mouth to him for twenty dollars?”
“What? Too much?” I grin right back. “I’ll sell your whore mouth for what I want to sell it for.”
“Rrrrr!” She growls with raw desire.
Back in the safety of my home, with Jessica’s hand around my cock, my doubts from moments before are all but forgotten. Everything was set up for our third and final scene. All I had to do now is hold my nerve. But first I had to fuck Jessica’s god damned brains out. I scoop her up into my arms and carry her to our bed for a night of sweet passionate love making.
