Trish’s Life - Sex Stories

Trish’s Life

... special." Harold sat down across the table from Mr. Grant. Trish sat at the side of the table between the two men.

"Let's eat. Your wife was just telling me how hungry she is. She is very pretty; you must have battled many suitors to claim her," said Mr. Grant. Trish blushed.

"Well, not really sir. We came from a small town and grew up together. I guess it just seemed natural for us to get married," Harold told him.

"Aren't you afraid a hottie like Trish will be hit on by other men now that you're in the big city? She might be tempted away from you," suggested Mr. Grant.

"No sir. I know Trish better than anyone and I trust her completely," Harold told him.

"That's great, Harold. Oh, Trish? I've dropped my napkin under the table could you please get it for me?" Mr. Grant asked.

"Yes sir," said Trish and dropped to her knees to find the napkin. She found it quickly and was about to get up and return it to Mr. Grant when she noticed that Mr. Grant had pulled his cock out of his pants and it was sitting on his chair between his legs. Trish slid over to it and quickly popped it in her mouth. She quickly began working it in, deeper and deeper.

"You have to watch it Harold. Many wives turn out to be sluts that will suck any big dick that's put in front of them," Mr. Grant told Harold as Trish continued to pump her head up and down on his cock. "I've seen it happen to our employees. Sometimes the sluts will do it right under their noses."

"Well, I think I'm ...

... pretty lucky to have Trish sir. She's pretty shy when it comes to sex, so she'd probable just run away from any of those big dicks. Where is she? Trish, did you find that napkin yet?" Harold looked under the table and saw his wife on her knees near Mr. Grant with the napkin in her hand. "Good girl, now give it back to Mr. Grant and finish your dinner."

Mr. Grant reached down to take the napkin from Trish with one hand, while he held her head on his cock with the other as he pumped his load of cum into her mouth. "Thank you Trish," he grunted. Trish swallowed everything, crawled out from under the table and got back into her seat.

"Trish, honey? You've got some of the cream sauce on your face, you might want to wipe it off," said Harold. Trish reached up and felt a sticky wad of cum on her chin. She scooped it with her finger and licked it off.

When everyone was finally done with their meals, Trish offered to clear the table. "It's really good that you trust you wife Harold," Mr. Grant told him. When Trish went out of the room he continued, "You must really satisfy her. Is she good in bed?"

Harold blushed and stammered "Yes, she's good."

"She must give great blow jobs. She really seems to have the lips for it," said Mr. Grant.

"Well, she's never actually done that, but she's very good at other things," Harold told him.

"How about ass fucking? I'll bet she cums like a banshee. Does she have a tight asshole? " asked Mr. Grant.

"Oh no, sir. We would never do ...