The Devil's Pact, Tales from the Best Buy Incident: The Lesbian Cuckold - Sex Stories

The Devil's Pact, Tales from the Best Buy Incident: The Lesbian Cuckold

... but when I would return the favor, she just couldn't get going. I just had to be patient, I told myself over and over. She went through an ordeal. I encouraged her to go see a therapist, but she insisted that everything was okay. So, I decided to be the best, most supportive wife ever. I didn't marry her for the sex, but because she was a wonderful, caring woman. “Kristi, the sink broke,” Ashley said as she called me at work. It was Monday morning, my first day back since the attack. I took last Friday off to spend time with Ashley. “Well, ask Rick if he can fix it.” Rick was our next door neighbor, and he always helped out when things went wrong in our house. I had two left thumbs and Ashley was just hopeless with tools. Ashley is a college student on summer break. She was looking for a part-time job, but for now she had nothing to do but lounge around the house. “I got to go, Gretchen is walking this way.” “Okay, love you, Kristi.” When I got home from work I could hear the washing machine going and found Ashley making our bed. That's weird, I thought. I made the bed this morning before I went to work. Ashley wore a bathrobe, her blonde hair wet like she just got out of the shower. “Hey, babe,” I greeted. “Oh, hi, Kristi,” Ashley muttered and blushed guiltily. “What?” I asked, frowning. “And why are the pink sheets on the bed?” “I...uh...spilled red wine on the sheets,” she answered. “Sorry, I'm washing them now. I don't think there will be a stain.” “Oh, that's okay,” I ...

... said and kissed her. Ashley broke the kiss, and quickly went back to making the bed. I suppressed a sigh. “So, did Rick come over?” “Yeah,” Ashley answered, breathless, a smile playing on her lips. “He...um...he took care of the...eh...problem.” “Oh, good. He's a helpful guy. Good with his hands.” Ashley smiled fondly. “You have <em>no</em> idea, Kristi. And he's amazing with his tool!” It was nice to see her smiling again, even if she was acting a little weird. That night Ashley was more relaxed then she had been since the incident, almost back to her normal self, I was happy to see. Ever since the incident she had been tense and I was glad to see she found a release. In bed, Ashley went down on me and licked me to a screaming orgasm. When I offered to return the favor, she yawned and said she was too tired. After that amazing cum, I was tired as well, and I snuggled up to my wife and fell asleep. The next day, when I got home, Ashley wore her bathrobe again, looking like she just took a shower. I found the blue sheets back on the bed and the pink sheets in the laundry. Neither of us liked the pink sheets. They were a gift from my mother who had weird ideas about what lesbians liked. “I have good news,” Ashley said with excitement. “I got my old bartending job back at the Lady Luck.” I blinked in surprise. “I thought you hated working there. You said all the guys just hit on you.” Ashley shrugged, “It wasn't that bad, and I made good money. Maybe we can afford to get that ...