She made (m)e and o(f)fer I couldn’t refuse

My unexpected night with Nell, Mike and Karen pretty much destroyed my reputation with Nell and killed any chance we might have had of a relationship or hook up. For a week afterwards, Mike, Karen and I kept things cordial and friendly but no more than that. I was still looking for work and away from the house as often as I could be, just in case.

A week later and I had to start conserving money. The final pay from my last contract came through, so I had money in the bank but really needed to not spend it until more work came my way. I started hanging out at the house more often. I made myself useful, kept the place straight and did assorted chores. This went a long way to clearing up any lingering atmosphere from Mike, who had been basically polite for too long.

I was sitting on the sofa watching TV one afternoon when I heard a key in the door. I went to see who it was to find Karen hanging her coat up, a look of complete annoyance on her face. She stormed off into her bedroom so I went back to the sofa and waited to see what she'd do next.

What she did next was stomp in with a foot spa and a bottle of wine. She set the spa up, plunged her feet in and opened the wine. I wasn't offered any. Half the bottle disappeared – which is about two glasses – before she said anything at all.

Let me recap Karen for you. She was about five six, with a formerly athletic build that had rounded out really nicely following her taking on a sedentary job. Not chubby, by any means, the weight had gone to her breasts and ass. She was dark haired, pale skinned and had what you might describe as "girl next door" looks, which for me translated as cute and accessible.

When Karen finally spoke, it was clear she was still really pissed off. She embarked on a lengthy rant about her work day, which I won't trouble you with, and then proceeded to talk about Mike. Who had apparently decided to visit his brother overnight.

"He's gone out to get drunk" she said, scowling "and he knows we had plans for tonight."

"What plans?" I asked. And that opened the flood gates. Mike was the sort of guy that needed to be in control of himself pretty much all the time. He didn't get wildly drunk, didn't indulge in recreational chemicals or plants, and didn't do spontaneous things. It turned out that Karen and Mike had "special" nights when he'd schedule sex. There's some backstory there which I also won't trouble you with.

Karen had another glass of wine.
"The thing is, I like a lot of sex. And he's really not giving me what I need at the moment. You like to fuck, don't you?"
I do. Obviously.
"Well…how do you get when you don't get it often enough?"
I get horny and occasionally a bit irritable. Like many people.
"Me too" said Karen. "When was the last time you had sex?"
I reminded her that it was two weeks back and it was with her. She smiled.
"Oh yeah. That was fun."
She put the foot spa away and settled back down in her armchair. "Would you have fucked me if you hadn't been drunk?"
"Yes. If I'd known you were interested in me." She nodded.
"Shame it was just the once, really" I said. She gave me a look.
"What would I have to do to change your mind about that?"
"Ask nicely?" That got a smile. We talked more, and the conversation didn't drift from sex. She spoke about the threesome, and was very complimentary about my cock so in return I was very complimentary about her tits and pussy. She grinned at that and began to shift around in her chair.
"I'm really not being very fair to myself here" she said " all worked up and nothing I can do about it. unless…"
"Unless?"
Plan A was for us to talk and masturbate, so we could watch one another. No contact, no kissing, just a release of tension. I agreed, because why not?

While Karen disappeared to get changed and find towels and things, I took a moment to reflect. Basically, I was being a shit friend to Mike. He'd never done anything to me, I was only thinking with my dick . Assuming they hadn't planned this, and that he wasn't in on the whole thing. I had no idea. I wasn't going to ask. She came back, having slipped into a huge t-shirt, put a towel on her armchair and threw me a box of tissues. Then she sat there, expectantly.
"Get it out then!" she said. So I did.
I was semi hard, and she watched as my cock stiffened and bobbed with my heartbeat. She pulled her t-shirt tight so I could see the swell of her breasts and the fact that her nipples were hard, which helped. I wrapped a hand around my shaft and started stroking. After a minute or so, I noticed she was just watching. "That's going to need lubrication" she said. She slipped her hand between her legs and for a minute or so more we sat watching each other. I couldn't really see much, but she was bucking against her own hand and had such a look of concentration on her face I didn't want to interrupt her. Abruptly she stood, walked over to me, pushed my hand away from my cock and wrapped her own around it. A hand that was oddly slick. She grinned, giving me a few experimental strokes. Then she stepped back and sat on her chair, propping a leg up on the arm and giving me a clear view to her pussy. I went back to stroking my cock, watching as she began to play with herself. I couldn't get a good look at what she was doing but I could tell that it wasn't really working for her. She looked tense, frustrated.
"Problem?"
"Yeah" he gasped. "I need…something…oh, fuck it…come with me."

We went to her bedroom where she told me to strip, and then watched while I got rid of my clothes. She had my lay on the bed and then she straddled my hips, maneuvering until her pussy was resting on my shaft.
"How's that?" she asked. "Improve the view and we're good" I told her. She frowned, then removed her t-shirt revealing the rounded, firm tits that I'd been hoping to see again. She grinned and began to rock against me, sliding her slick pussy against my cock. Slowly, insistently, pushing against the length of me over and over, a look of intense concentration on her face. As she rode me, I reached up to play with her nipples. This seemed to bother her, she pushed my hand away and bit her lip.
"Almost…" she said, but then stopped and moved back. She giggled.
"You almost went in me there" she explained "can't do that. No no no." But almost immediately, she went right back to doing what she'd been doing. I could feel how hot and wet her cunt was getting, and how tense her thighs were becoming. She sighed, and wriggled a little and her movements became a little more urgent. At this point, the heat and wetness and friction were good for me too but the frustration of being so close to being in her was making me want to flip her over and just fuck her. Temptation is a terrible thing, so I reached for her hips. She stopped moving, then leaned down and looked me in the eye.
"I am so close right now and all I want is you in me. Can we do that?" and then she kissed me. In response I moved against her and she trembled, then shifted slightly and reached down between us. One moment I could feel her fingers and the next the head of my cock was pushing into her. I pushed up, she ground down and then she was shuddering and gripping my shoulders. She gasped, and I could feel her cunt gripping me as she orgasmed. It took her a little while to recover, and while she did I held her hips and thought about other things. Eventually she grinned and looked at me.
"Well that's never happened before. Your cock is the only one I've ever cum on just from having it in me." She started moving again, and gave me a look that was pure excitement.
"Are you going to fill me again? Do you want to cum in me?" I was going to reply but it was clear that all she wanted to do was feel a hard cock in her cunt, talk dirty and enjoy having a man between her legs, so I obliged by making affirming noises and fucking her as well as I could. She ground against me, pressing her clit against me, telling me over and over how much she loved having a hard cock inside her and how much she wanted my cum. I'm only human, and the sight of her concentrating so hard on fucking me – breasts bouncing, hips working, thighs and belly taut and firm plus the stream of filth coming from her mouth pushed me right to the edge in short order. I held her down on to me as I came. She leaned back, rubbing her clit hard and fast to a second orgasm that started as mine ended.

We lay together and I held her. She amused herself by exploring me with her fingertips and, when I was able to think straight she propped herself up on her elbow and pocked my cock with her finger.
"I'll do you a deal," she said "for the length of your time in the house, this is mine as and when it's needed. If you fuck anyone else, you wear a condom. OK?"
"Works for me so far" I said.
"Good. In return, I promise fun on a regular basis. Mike's not to know and he's not to find out."
"I'm OK with this too" I said. She looked serious.
"One last thing. No condoms with me. I want your cum. You won't always cum in my cunt, but when you do it's bareback. OK?"
It wasn't entirely OK, but all she would say in explanation was "because even though I'm on the pill, he always wears a condom."
That should have been a red flag, but I ignored it. Since Mike was out all night we stayed in bed and I made her cum again with my fingers and then my tongue, and she finished the night by giving me a very enthusiastic and enjoyable blowjob ending with me shooting all over her tits.
We slept apart, and the next morning I got a kiss and a quick grope as she was leaving. She paused at the door.
"Strip the sheets for me?" she said and winked.

I was happy, because I knew there was more to come, but knew it couldn't last. I resolved that morning to have as much fun as possible before the whole situation came crashing down around my ears.

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