The Family BBC - Chapter 7 - Sex Stories

The Family BBC - Chapter 7

... aside and brushed his eyes with a sleeved arm. He couldn't look at me after that.

"Colleen, yer looking so domestic. Even a birthday party should kick modesty to the curb." Leland was surprisingly clean. He work black slacks with pressed folds, newer sneakers than I'd seen before, and a unstained shirt with thin, purple stripes running down pastel yellow polyester. His balding pate sported a white straw fedora. He'd even stuck a fabric rose in the eye of his shirt's front pocket. It's red contrasted the shirt decently. I wondered if he had just visited a thrift store. If so, he had cut off the tags before changing.

I spoke curtly. "We're still putting up decorations."

"Let me help." He looked around the room. "Man, if I had birthdays like this, I might have made something of myself." He chuckled.

"We're almost done." George managed to say.

I offered Leland a red balloon. "Nah." He waved it away. "Don't have the lungs for it. Too much crack in my past. Get your husband to do the blowing." He spied a game of pin the tail on the donkey. "I'll set up that."

I pointed to a bare wall in the kitchen. Then I put the balloon end in my mouth and blew. George joined me and inflated another.

My home had never felt so confining. My husband was feeling twice as oppressed as I. I suggested something manly. "Get the coals started." We both knew it was too early to start a barbecue, but he stepped lightly past Leland who mentioned, "She'll be safe in my hands."

I ...

... didn't see him shudder, but that's what I imagined George doing before escaping out back.

"What do you think?" Leland had taped the fuzzy board to the wall. The tail had a velcro end for securing it to the donkey's image.

"It's fine." I judged it from the living room.

"Come over and take a good look. You're a woman who don't like shoddy work."

I walked to the line of separation between the living room and the kitchen. "You could have looped the tape and hid it behind the board instead of crossing the corners like that."

"It's not as strong that way." He argued. "A little ugliness is worth the strength."

I wasn't sure if he was talking about the donkey board. He walked up to me and fastened his large hands on the butt of my loose, cotton pants. I flinched from their contact, my bum still sore after the beating it took from those hands, too few days earlier. I turned my head away, wincing as his hands began to fondle the bruised flesh. "I thought you weren't going to do anything."

"What, this is nothing." His hands were making my body twitch and utter light grunts. "Now give me a kiss, and I'll help you with something else." I could only hope that he meant to help with the decorations. That he didn't smell much limited my reservations. It was like he had showered the day before.

I looked out the kitchen window, but George wasn't in view. I lifted my head and kissed Leland's thick lips. With his hands inciting discomfort through my body, my lips acted like ...