Lilly has been cheating on George with me for a couple of months; when we were in my bed after a one-hour fuck session, Lilly looked at me and said, “I want you to call George and tell him you want him home the next time you fuck me. Maybe Friday after work. Would that work?”

“George? Um, you want me to…”

“Yes, I’m pretty sure he suspects I’m, I, ah, have a friend, a special friend. Call him at work so he has time to…”

“So, I should just call him at work and say, ‘Hi George, I’m calling you because Friday, I want you home by 6:00 so you can watch me screwing your wife, which is news to you. Oh, and by the way, I’m Hugh, so you know who’s screwing her.’ Is that right?”

“Well… Not exactly, but close, I guess, kinda. Maybe with a little more, um, savoir faire?”

I started to reply when she interrupted, “He’s been making comments, comments that I married up when we got married. It’s been pissing me off.”

“George? The George I’ve met has been saying, What! I think he’s a bit confused. I can see, umm.”

So, I called him, and when I got him on the line, I said, “Hi, this is George Short?”

“Yeah, who is this, please?”

“George, my name is Shane, but that doesn’t matter. Much, I think. Anyway, Lilly asked me to call you to tell you to be home a little early Friday. About 5:00. We…”

“What’s this about?” He interrupted me.

"George, actually, I’m with Lilly right now. She’s got the cutest tits I’ve ever kissed. I especially love that tiny scar on her right tit; she got it rollerskating when she was a kid.

“Like I started to say, I’m with Lilly right now.” I stopped and kissed her tits and sucked them, eliciting a couple of audible moans from her. “She wants you to know we’ve been fucking, screwing, um, for a while.”

“WHAT THE HELL?”

“Calm down, George. Yelling won’t change what my cock has been doing to her. She wants you to know and to witness it happen. If you’re not there, it’s going to happen anyway, but if you want to see it happening, be home by 5:00 tomorrow evening.” And I hung up.

“If he decides to come home, how long do we have before I should be gone?”

“This time of day, about twenty minutes.” So we both should be gone, I think.”

We made it out in time. I went home, and Lilly went back to work. I waited for her to call that evening, waited and waited. When I called her cell, there was no answer.

The next morning, I called again and got Lilly. “What’s happening, Lilly? You didn’t answer yesterday."

“George didn’t come home last night, and his phone is off. So I’m not sure.”

“Um, tonight? Is it on or not?”

“It’s on, for sure. Will George be there? I don’t know.”

I went over as we’d planned, about 4:30, and Lilly was there. 

“Have you heard from George? Anything?”

"Nope, and I’m pissed. If he’s not here, well,” she paused and said, “We’ll do whatever we want.”

Okay, if she’s okay with it, then I’m too.

We started making love, fucking, and were deep into going 69, with Lilly on top, when I heard her scream, “Rachel, what are you doing here?”

There was silence, and then I heard, “Does Daddy know what you're doing? He asked me to come over, and I'd see something interesting."