A Nice Guy

18

Every other week Derrick has to spend two days out of town for his job. And every other week I end up at his house, fucking the day lights out of his wife. And best of all, it was her idea, not mine.

The bed is damn near broken by the time she finishes. I came two minutes ago, but I kept going so she could play with herself until she finished as well. Her pussy pulses around my dick as she cums, moans my name, digs her nails into my back and neck.

We lay next to each other when we're done. We never really say much, once we've finished. If I were to guess, we're both terrified of saying too much. After we told each other our feelings for one another, we haven't brought them up since. Personally, I'm fucking scared. Scared of ruining how far we've come, how close we've become.

I rinse off in her shower, and she ends up joining me. We fuck again, how can we not? I press her face against the wall and fuck her from the back. I don't wait for her to cum this time though, this one's for me.

We dry off, fix her bed up, and say our goodbyes. I give her a drawn out kiss, and whisper into her ear that I'll miss her. And then I leave. Just to think about her until the next time Derrick goes out of town. I constantly think about her.

I've started following her. Yeah, I guess it's getting bad, my obsession for her. I just want to make sure she's safe, and well, she is carrying my baby after all. Anyways, I started following her, and that's how I found out her sister is in town. Her younger sister, Angel. She's two years younger than Hazel. She's got long brown hair that looks so perfect on her tall frame. She's much taller than Hazel, still shorter than me, though.

She's staying with Hazel and Derrick for two weeks to visit. I've honestly forgotten about Angel, only having met her once or twice in the past. She looks great. Almost as pretty as Hazel.

Days later, Hazel reintroduces us while we're all out on a lunch date together. Minus Derrick, who is at work. "You've met before, but it's been a while," Hazel says. I smile at Angel, and we hug. When we sit down at the table, I can't help but study her features; her breasts nearly popping out of her fucking shirt, for example. She knows I'm looking.

"So Alex, I hear you're single," she teases. I raise my brows at her directness and look at Hazel, but she smiles, laughs it off. Fuck, what is this? "Would you mind showing me around town later?" I'm staring at Hazel. She's staring at her sister. I guess that pressed a nerve, must've been Angel going too far. But I like the way Hazel is looking at me now. Like I can't say yes, or it'll break her fucking heart.

And then I start thinking, well, I am single. I'm not the married one, and even still, the married one is fucking someone else. Someone that's not me. The thought infuriates me, as if I'd never realized she's been fucking her husband while fucking me. So I tell Angel I'll show her around. It's an innocent gesture. I'll show her downtown, some interesting buildings; my house, for example.

Hazel obviously doesn't like the idea. I get the feeling Angel has told her she's interested in me, or something along those lines. But she can't protest, she's a married woman, why would she object? What would the reason be? It's not like I'm the one chasing after her sister, no, her sister is throwing her pussy at me in the middle of brunch. If she were to intervene, that's like telling Angel she's not good enough for me.

But I do love Hazel. I'd be risking the relationship we've built, just for a glimpse of her jealous side. Actually, fuck that, whatever. I've been jealous of her husband for years. Why should I spare her feelings when she's obviously not concerned about mine, or Derrick's for that matter. It would be selfish of her to intervene, in fact. Let me fuck your sister, that way you get a taste of what I've been going through. That's fair, right?