Jake's Magic Remote VI - Shenanigans - Sex Stories

Jake's Magic Remote VI - Shenanigans

... “Did you see that?” Petra whispered excitedly. “I told you, bad things happened! Maybe I have spooky powers!” Jake chuckled. “Maybe you do, Pet,” he said, winking at her. Sarah shook her head in disgust at the two of them. Jake waited for Mala to resume her awful gossip. After a minute or two she was back in full swing. He heard her mention “the patriarchy” and almost hurt his hand with the f***e hi used to mash the Pause button. This time, drastic measures were needed. First Jake again unzipped her top. Then, using a steak knife from one of the tables, he carefully cut the middle of her bra. It was fit pretty tightly to turn her “B” into a “C”, so he was pretty sure the result would be dramatic, but just to be sure he pressed his palms against both cups gently, squishing her breasts a little. Then he sat down again to watch the show. This time, the result was more dramatic. Mala’s tits pushed against the bra like coiled springs, flinging it and her top open and treating her date to a full view of her bared breasts. The poor guy’s eyes widened in surprise, and this time he didn’t look away. Mala noticed straight away and snapped the top shut again, glaring across at him, but the damage was done. Petra had obviously seen the show as well, because she immediately clapped her hand over her mouth. She stared at Jake, tears in her eyes as she shook with suppressed laughter. Jake met her gaze, grinning widely. “Wardrobe malfunction,” he whispered, earning an angry elbow nudge ...

... from his wife. Jake left the bitch alone for a while after that. Her date had gotten a nice show. Maybe later he’d see about doing some work on permanently correcting her attitude. At last, the food was served. Jake’s steak was perfectly cooked, and the smell of the rib plate Petra ordered made him salivate. Sarah had ordered a fish and chips plate that looked really good, also. They were all about half done when Sarah excused herself to go to the washroom, leaving Jake and Petra at the table alone. “So Mom’s kind of a bitch lately, huh?” Petra quipped. “I dunno if I’d say that,” Jake replied, cutting into his steak. “She’s just had a lot going on, she gets stressed.” Petra rolled her eyes and poked him along the shin with her foot. “Come on. She’s mean and no fun at all, and how often do you guys even do it anymore?” Jake blinked at her. “You realize that’s a really weird thing to ask your Dad, right?” She smirked at him. “And ‘normal’ is totally our strong suit. Hey, you have a better angle than me. What did that mean chick’s boobs look like?” “I had no idea you were into boobs, Pet,” Jake said, eating another piece of steak. Petra winked at him, sucking some rib sauce off her fingers. “Come on,” she whined, rubbing her toes along his leg. “You gotta admit it was cool.” Jake grinned. “Yeah, it was, wasn’t it?” He nodded at her plate. “Good ribs? The sauce smells great.” Petra held out an index finger, smeared in sauce. “Wanna try some?” Jake shrugged, leaning in to lick the ...