Theresa and Her Kids, Pt. 18 - Sex Stories

Theresa and Her Kids, Pt. 18

... a fuck-load of money because of that. He’s on the road all the time and he’s done that for years now. He’s never . . . ever, taken advantage of that and tried to be with a woman. If he picked you out, my guess is that you are not just a great person who is good at your job, but are also smoking hot to boot. So . . . if you are feeling anything in return . . . and you are also on the road a lot . . . and you get lonely too . . . PLEASE . . . fuck his brains out!” “And you’d be ok with that?” “Absolutely fine . . . and even better if you send me a picture!” “You just want one of my face . . . or more than that?” Erin was feeling a stirring in her loins. “Ask Phil to show you the pics of me he’s got on his phone . . . and then text me in the morning to tell me how it goes, OK? . . . Erin . . . Phil is a great guy and he’ll be gentle with you if you like gentle . . . and he can be otherwise if you’d prefer that too . . . everybody needs a little something to spice up their marriage, ya know?” “I’m just not used to this kind of openness, I guess” Erin said in response. “Well” Terry replied “this ‘openness’ doesn’t go beyond the three of us . . . OK?” “You got it . . . “ Erin paused. “ . . . Terry” Theresa filled in the blank for her. “Terry” Erin finished and clicked ‘End’. She immediately went back to the main menu and opened the Photos tab. There were several photos within that could probably get someone put in jail, but Phil let her browse through them. The pics from last ...

... night before the ladies went clubbing filled the screen. First up was Susan, looking spectacular in her sparkly blue dress. “Wow . . . she’s beautiful” Erin complimented. “My Daughter, Susan.” “Better get a shotgun, Daddy” Erin smiled. The next photo had the three ladies posing. “Which one is Terry?” She turned the phone to him. Phil pointed to his petite hottie wife in her silver lame dress. “The lady in yellow is a good friend . . . they went out to celebrate last night . . . anniversary of Jill’s divorce and my daughter’s birthday.” Erin closed that one and opened the next one. Phil could feel the perspiration coming through under his arms and at his temples. The exposed lower bodies of his wife, daughter and their friend was holding Erin’s gaze. As her eyes returned to normal size she remarked “I see ‘spicing things up’ is not exactly a foreign concept, huh?” “Erin . . . please . . . “Phil felt like he had to apologize, but didn’t know how to continue. “Normally, this would kindaaaaaaaa . . . creep me out, Phil. But I’ve known you for a couple years now and you’ve never been anything but professional towards me . . . which can’t exactly be said for all of your salesman” she said, nodding her head toward the corner. Phil also nodded and made a face in concurrence to that sentiment. A few of his guys were real hounds . . . even the married ones. Erin continued “buuuuut, I’ll tell ya, Phil” she took another pull on her SoCo and coke. “Talking to your wife, Terry? That kinda ...