Wife Plays Escort, Again

"I definitely promise," Melanie said, reaching out and taking him in her hand, pulling him closer to her mouth.

"I promise too, but I just need to hear one more time, about my special favor, please..."

The Dean paused, overcome by Melanie's stroking. Then he practically shouted "Yes, Brooke Gruber is going to get tenure. Your sister will be very well taken care of."

"And one more promise," Stacia added, lowering herself off the couch and walking on her knees to the Dean. His cock was grazing her cheek as she spoke. "Promise me that you'll never expect Brooke to do any of the naughty things we're about to do to you. Can you promise that, Dean White?"

The Dean reached down and laced his fingers into Stacia's hair, then smiled and insisted "yes, I promise." Stacia opened wide and took him deep into her mouth, until he felt himself hitting the back of her throat and audibly gasped. Melanie moved in under Stacie and started licking the Dean's balls while sliding her hand up between his legs and grasping his ass.

Stacia let the Dean fall out of her mouth and passed him to Melanie, who eagerly took him in and proceeded to bob back and forth, giving him a thorough mouth fucking. Stacie held Melanie's head in her hands and guided her back and forth, controlling the tempo, and occasionally making her pause with the Dean in as deep as he could go, testing her breath control. When she released Melanie, she gasped and saliva coated her chin and dripped onto her breasts.

Stacia let them be for a moment while she crawled back to the couch. She laid back, got comfortable, and spread her legs. She lightly touched her pussy while watching Melanie suck the Dean's cock, remembering how much she enjoyed watching her suck Jason's cock the year before. She really hoped she wouldn't do anything tonight that would make Jason mad. Or at least that he wouldn't find out about it.

"Dean White, will you please lick my pussy?" Stacia asked. Melanie stopped what she was doing and turned to see Stacia spread open and waiting. She patted the Dean on the ass and sent him on his way. He knelt between her legs and gently kissed his way up her thigh, teasing her and moving ever closer. Soon his soft tongue gently brushed against her lips, sending shivers up her body. He did it again and got the same response. Then Melanie's hand on the back of his head pushed him into her and his tongue slipped in, letting the wetness pour out of her and down his chin.

While he reveled in Stacia's taste and scent, Melanie climbed onto the couch, standing over Stacia's face and then lowering herself down to her mouth. Stacia gently suckled on her lips, immediately recollecting her taste from the year before. Stacia slipped a finger into her to work with her tongue, eliciting an "oh, fuuuuuck..." from Melanie.

Now it was Melanie's turn to talk dirty. "Oh, Dean White, I wanna see you make that cock disappear. Please let me watch you fuck that pretty pussy."

The Dean straightened up and moved forward, lining up his cock to Stacia's wet hole and slowly, teasingly slipping it in. Both ladies groaned in tandem, Stacia and the feeling and Melanie at the sight. Melanie leaned forward as far as she could and kissed the Dean, licking the taste of Stacia from his face, then whispering "fuck her hard baby, fuck that whore hard and make her scream..."

Stacia continued to lick while the Dean's thrusts became more forceful, deeper. He was starting to move the couch across the floor with each thrust, causing him to have to adjust, but he kept it up masterfully. Stacia's tongue was too distracted to keep Melanie satisfied, so she shifted her angle and lowered her tight little asshole onto Stacia's mouth. Soon Stacia's tongue found it's second wind, and Melanie was moaning again.

"Oh, god, baby, her tongue is in my asshole... oooohhhh... you know how much I like that. You need to cum for me baby, cum all over her tummy for me... do it baby..."

The Dean continued to thrust forcefully, never slowed or hesitated, until the last stroke when he pulled out fully and unleashed a torrent of cum onto Stacia's stomach. Spurt after spurt of sizzling hot cum, mixing with Stacia's sweat and any other fluids that had accumulated there. Melanie watched it all from above and cackled with glee, then lifted herself off Stacia's face and knelt beside her.

Resting her left cheek on Stacia's breast, she listened to Stacia's rapid heartbeat and felt her chest heave while she lazily ran her fingers through the mess the Dean had made. He dutifully knelt nearby, catching his own breath. Not too shabby for an older guy...

Melanie spoke first. "Boy Stacia, I didn't know that our Dean was such a messy pervert. You're not going to be able to put your dress back on in this condition."

As they had planned earlier at the bar, Stacia said softly, "well, since he's the one who made the mess... seems only fair..."

Without lifting her head from Stacia's breast, Melanie snapped her fingers. That was apparently a signal that the Dean knew well. Instantly the Dean's mouth was on Stacia's stomach, licking up every drop, gathering it in his mouth and on his stubble, with Melanie closely watching all of it. When he pulled back Melanie pointed out a missed spot and he dove in again. When Stacia's body was cleaned to Melanie's satisfaction, she said "Good boy." She then turned and laid her head back against Stacia's stomach so that she was looking up at the ceiling. She opened her mouth and waited.

The Dean stood and moved above her. Now Stacia got to watch as the Dean let the frothy mix of cum and spit roll from between his lips into Melanie's mouth. Mid pour, Melanie's hand reached up and grasped the Dean's throat, holding him in place until it was done. When she eventually let go, he dropped into her and they shared a deep kiss.

After a moment of quiet, the spell was broken.

"That was great Paul, fantastic." Melanie declared.

"I thought you said you wanted to be the submissive tonight," Paul questioned.

"Mmmmm... last minute change of heart. Sorry for mixing everything up, but Stacy being here was unexpected, and I just couldn't waste the opportunity."

Melanie rolled over and kissed Stacy. "And you were great too... we really need to do this more often."

"I'm up for that," Paul added with a chuckle.

"Can you get us some water sweetie?"

Paul pulled up his boxers and left the room, giving the ladies a moment alone.

"Thanks for the freebie, but I still wanna know who you were working for tonight."

"I told you the truth earlier. I was just here to help my sister."

"You flew in from Vegas for this?"

"Ok, so I left that part out. When I was here last year I also did some apartment shopping. I'm local now."

Melanie let that sink in. She knew most of the higher end escorts in the area. Stacy must be very discreet, or still lying.

"So, how's Jason?" Stacy asked, putting Melanie back on the defensive.

Jason, that's right, Jason, the guy she pretended to be married to. "He's great, misses you. Does he know you live here now? We really should get together again."

"I'd like that..."

Paul walked in with three bottles of cold water, and handed one to each of the ladies. He sat on the couch opposite them and they each drank up. The Dean was all business now.

"I think that retirement party went pretty well. Hopefully I'll get full presidential treatment when I'm ready to retire too."

"You deserve that now, baby," Melanie added, remembering, if not admitting, what she was being paid for.

"Thanks, and Stacy, no worries about your sister. She's great and the job is hers."

"I know." She winked, then stood up and found her bra and dress. "Tonight really was fantastic. But I've gotta go. Thanks for everything." She kissed Melanie first, then Paul. She adjusted her dress one more time and made her way out of the office. She paused at the third floor landing and retrieved the boring cotton panties from the railing. She stepped back into them, found her car in the lot outside, and drove home.

It was well after midnight now, later than she expected to be home. She tiptoed into the bathroom and cleaned up as best as she could without using the shower. She slipped into bed next to Jason wearing just a tshirt. He stirred and put his arm around her.

"Have fun?" he lazily asked.

"Yes. Brooke got the job, but don't tell her yet."

"Great," he mumbled, not questioning how she would know before Brooke.

She settled in, then asked, "Do you know a woman named Suzie?"

"Mmmmm... Suzie... I don't think so..." He practically snored out the last words.

Stacy smiled to herself and closed her eyes.