POLINSKY'S SLUT - by Art Martin - Sex Stories

POLINSKY'S SLUT - by Art Martin

... ground." "Uh, yeah, we forgot about the damned pizza." "Who was that who ran into the back? Your wife?" "Uh, yeah." "Pretty! And the other guy? A friend?" "Uh, yeah." The Lieutenant looked around to be sure his men didn't overhear him. "It's okay by me what you were up to Mister..." "Polinsky." "Polinsky?" The lieutenant leaned closer, "My wife and I also like to party. Maybe we can all get together sometime and get to know each other." "Uh, yeah." "Name's McCurty, Lt. Ron McCurty." "Pleased to meet you." "Call me sometime at the station." The Lieutenant was interrupted by one of his men declaring that the kitchen was thoroughly checked and that there were no additional problems. The Lieutenant acknowledged his fireman and gave the order to secure the equipment. "Sorry your party was ruined, Polinsky, but I'm glad that no serious problems were found. You were lucky." With a knowing smirk he added, "Tell your wife hello for me. I look forward to seeing her again." The firemen cleared the house. Looking out a front window, Jerry watched as the fire trucks pulled away. Several neighbors milled about around Mrs. Smith, who was gesturing towards the house. "Nosy bitch," he muttered as he turned away. The house, still smoky, was freezing cold and he made his way to his closet and retrieved a bathrobe. Then he checked in on the k**s. Tina was in her bed sound asl**p. David was in his room, dressed and excited. "Party's over, Sport. Go to bed," directed Jerry. Jerry went and sat in ...

... the den wrapped in a blanket until the smoke completely cleared. He sat and thought about the fire incident. He cursed himself, "Stupid, stupid, stupid!" If they got wind of the details, he knew that the authorities would take a very dim view of his party. The close call with the firemen was one thing, but they didn't know that Tina wasn't his wife. Mrs. Smith, she knew better and she could cause him some real problems. He fretted for an hour before closing the windows and doors and then fretted in bed for an additional hour until sl**p overcame him. ***** Next morning after a restless night, Jerry padded to the kitchen to fix a pot of coffee. As usual for a Saturday morning, the k**s were sprawled out in front of the TV. But unlike most Saturday mornings, they weren't watching cartoon shows; they were naked watching the 'Fuck Mania' video and Tina was blowing her b*****r. "Morning k**s," he cheerily announced as he passed through the den. He was taking his first sips of hot brew, when the telephone rang. "Hello." "Jer, Leo. Our tee time got moved up an hour. I'll pick you around ten." "You know it’s supposed to rain." "Otis and I don't give shit. We've got to get away from our wives for a while. You know how it is. If it rains, we'll just get smashed in the club house." "Yeah, okay, see you." Jerry hung up the phone and glanced at the clock. It was just before nine. He took his coffee and returned to the den, sitting on the sofa, watching and listening to the wet, sucking ...