Sweet Family Deal - Sex Stories

Sweet Family Deal

... easily afford it. Hell, maybe I'd go nuts and get three or four! Sex twice a day! Maybe even two girls at a time!

I felt a surge of guilt as I heard a car park in the driveway. I shut down the laptop and started ordering Chinese food on my cell. It was my turn to 'cook' again.

As she walked in Alyssa said, "Add a sweet and sour chicken for Shelly."

I asked, "How did you know I was ordering Chinese?"

"It's supper time. It's always Chinese on Saturday, Thursday is pizza, and Tuesday is either burgers or tacos."

"I'm really ..."

She smiled and interrupted me. "Yes, you're that predictable. That's part of what I love about you. You're reliable, like a rock. But Shelly needs consoling tonight. Her fiancée called it off." She opened a bottle of wine and poured three glasses.

"Uh ... wasn't Shelly the one who ..."

As we heard Shelly stagger out of the bathroom, Alyssa quickly nodded and held a finger in front of her mouth. "Shhh."

It was easy to tell Shelly already had a few and then at least a few more. "'Lissa, you sho lucky. HIC! A hot one married you, and you HIC! you shtill so purdy. I had a great one and now he'sh gone! GONE! Awhahaha!" I finished the food order as Alyssa hugged her and calmed her down.

Shelly drunkenly mumbled something about smoking and took a pack of cigarettes out of her purse upside down. Most of them fell on the floor. She put the last one from the pack in her mouth. She had extreme difficulty lighting it, due to her holding ...

... the lighter backwards. Alyssa said, "Let me." She put two cigarettes in her mouth and lit them, then handed Shelly one. I felt a movement in my pants at the sight, then lost interest when they started talking about the flower arrangements they had gotten for the cancelled wedding.

I checked my work email and re-read some old ones as the girls talked quite a while. The doorbell rang and I met the delivery guy on the front steps. The girls were gone when I returned. I put the food on the table and searched the house. I found Alyssa tucking an unconscious Shelly into bed in the guest room. We talked as we ate in the kitchen. She said, "Poor girl. I feel so bad for her."

"She's the one you made out with in college?"

"Yeah. It was so strange! I liked it a lot, but didn't like that I liked it. It felt good, but I was worried about what my other friends would think. Thank God she was too high to remember that night!"

We watched a movie as we ate. Afterward I mused aloud, "I know Shelly is way too drunk tonight, but some other time would you like to, uh ... maybe ...?"

"No! No way! Shelly might be fun for a little while, but when she drinks she's a blabbermouth. I hang out with her and her friends sometimes, but that's all. Most of them are alcoholic gossips. If I wasn't home alone so much ..."

"Well, do you think maybe, if we find the right woman ..."

"You mean we pick up a girl at a club or a bar, and bring her home with us?"

"I'm not sure what I mean. What ...