The phone rings.
“Hello, Sarah speaking.”
“Oh my god Sarah, can you talk?”
“Yeah, Brad’s out in the garden, being manly. Why? What’s up?”
“You will NOT believe what happened last night!”
“Do I need wine? I’ll get a glass; hold on don’t say another word. I am SO ready for you to shock me.” Sarah proceeds to pour a glass of wine.
“So, obviously I had that date with the attorney.”
“Yeah, daddy issues?” Sarah replied.
Brad comes inside, checks his wife’s glass and proceeds to refill it and get a beer.
“We do not call him that,” Caz responds adamantly.
“Brad and I do.”
“Jesus. Is there no separation of being in a marriage? He might as well fucking join us.”
“I mean, he’s right next to me. It’s hot outside and he can smell the tea from a mile off.”
Brad rolls his eyes at his wife but sits down to listen to the story, bringing his beer with him.
Caz begins, “Okay so we go to the restaurant, and you know it’s my favourite. We get seated. He booked the upstairs area that overlooks the whole downtown scene. Vibes are immaculate. We drink those martinis I’m obsessed with and then SUDDENLY the guy leant over and asks me in his incredibly sexy deep voice if I felt like sitting on his face!”
Brad and Sarah are both momentarily speechless. Brad gets a mental image and adjusts his pants discreetly. Sarah looks over at his excitement. He mouths sit on my face to her. She laughs silently and nods
“Are you listening,” Caz says. “He basically growled it. I could feel his voice vibrating right down to my clit.”
Brad reaches over and pulls at Sarah’s pants. She stands up so that he can tug them down. She steps out of them and sits back down with her legs open. She did not wear panties today. Brad gets between her legs on the floor and starts rubbing her clit with his thumb gently. “Daddy issues barked at you. I’m listening,” Sarah replied slightly distracted.
“Can you stop?”
They freeze thinking Caz is on to them.
“We don’t call him daddy issues. Anyway, obviously I agreed. I mean cheque please let’s go. The guy is a stallion. That body is fucking rock hard and I am not talking about his-”
“Pension plan?” Sarah cheekily responds.
“Can you stop interrupting me when I wax lyrical about the guy’s cock?” Caz responds adamantly. “He’s not old! He is at his rock hard peak. You would have soaked the seat right there and then!”
“Carry on,” Sarah concedes.
Brad has escalated his attentions. He starts running his tongue over her clit and pushes two of his fingers into her. She’s slick and starts arching into it. The phone still to her ear. Brad uses his other hand to free his cock and starts stroking it.
“So obviously we go back to his place so I can sit on his face. The whole drive there I was squirming in my seat. He kept telling that he can’t wait till he drowns in my pussy. I mean who the fuck says that? What’s worse is he can totally pull it off. He has the BDE.”