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

... jacuzzi.” There was a twinkle in my wife's eyes. She must be really excited about that jacuzzi to go back to work at the Lady Luck. “Okay, but don't let those men paw you,” I joked, reaching out to grab my wife's butt beneath her bathrobe. “Oh, yeah,” Ashley answered, shifting away from my playful hands. “I wouldn't want to be pawed by a bunch of guys.” I frowned, her eyes grew distant, like she was thinking about something, and a flush grew on her cheeks. “What?” I asked her. Ashley frowned at me in confusion. “You had this weird look in your eyes,” I told her. She smiled, “Just imagining how much fun I could have in a jacuzzi.” “When do you start?” “Next week. They want me to work Fridays and Saturdays and maybe pull a shift in the middle of the week.” When I got home from work on Wednesday, I found my wife sleeping naked in our rumpled bed. “You okay?” I asked. “What?” she yawned, and then her eyes opened in shock. “Oh, you're home early?” “No, you fell asleep, silly” I said with a shake of my head. She pulled the sheets over her body, seemingly embarrassed at being caught sleeping naked. I pulled off my work blouse and skirt and pulled on some more comfortable clothes. “I'm going to start dinner,” I told her and I saw relief pass over my wife. I shook my head, wondering at her odd behavior, as I headed for the kitchen. Just be patient with her, Kristi. It hasn't even been a week yet. I heard the shower going; she sure showered a lot these days. Maybe she feels dirty ...

... because of what happened to her. As I put the chicken in the oven, I heard the washing machine start up then Ashley walked out. She was happy, almost skipping around the room and positively glowing. “You're in a good mood,” I smiled. “Yeah,” she grinned. “Umm, I'm starving.” “Hmm, because lying around the house all day really makes you hungry,” I joked. “You have no idea,” Ashley laughed. “What are you washing?” “Oh, the sheets,” she sighed. “I spilled more wine on them. Sorry.” “You're turning into quite the klutz,” I giggled, shaking my head at her. “You're going to wear out our washer at this rate.” After dinner, Ashley positively attacked me. She pushed me down on our bed, ripped my panties off, and just went to town on my pussy. Her tongue was everywhere and she used three fingers inside my cunt. She managed to give me multiple orgasms and when she finished, I was looking forward to returning the favor. “I'm fine,” Ashley shrugged, rolling over to go to bed. “Oh, okay,” I sighed in disappointment. I just needed to be patient with her. The next day was Thursday, one week after the attack; I decided to take off work early to cook Ashley a delicious, candlelight dinner. I was going to make her favorite dish, so I swung by the market on the way home to pick up some lobster tails and a nice bottle of wine. After dinner, we could drink the wine and cuddle on the couch. I walked into the house; the front door was unlocked and Ashley's car was in the driveway. I quickly put the ...