Laura, Chapter 4 — by grig314

(Nikki has invited Richie, a fellow student at school with a 9-inch cock, to fuck his highly sexed under-aged wife, Laura, knowing that she would love it. She did, and, without telling Laura, Nikki invited Richie back two days later for a repeat performance.)

Did I talk in my sleep? Did I somehow give out subtle signals? When I came back from school two days later, just in time for supper, I walked into a wonderful odor emanating from the kitchen. Laura had made a small turkey dinner, with yams, and with a delicious apple pie, just coming out of the oven. And I asked, “For what is this great feast?”

And she answered, “Just appreciation for my wonderful husband.”

As I helped her with the dishes, she set a place for a third person, and just about that time the doorbell rang, and it was Richie.

Laura ran up to him, gave him a quick hug, kissed him on the cheek, and said, “Come on in, Richie, you’re just in time for supper.”

As we sat down, I asked Laura, “How did you know he’d be here?” And she rolled her eyes in a mysterious fashion and said, “I have my ways.”

If the turkey didn’t stuff me into heaven, the apple pie at the end of the meal did. I could hardly get up. I walked over to her, planted a kiss on her lips, and said, “Sometimes I can’t figure you out. You knew Richie was coming. How did you do that?” And she answered, “We have our ways. Gentlemen, let’s get the food off the dishes into the wastebasket here, and then I think we need some exercise to work off that big meal.” And as she said the word “exercise” she wiggled her ass around, doing a hula.

It didn’t take us one second to get the hint. We went over to the trash basket in the corner and cleaned the food off the dishes into the trash basket, and then hit the sink to get the debris off the dishes. And then we practically raced into the bedroom in delicious expectation of events to come.

Laura turned to face us.