Mr Fixit Chapter 4

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Brunette

After our brief affair, Sandra and I reverted to being the good friends we were before. The banter between us could be construed by some as “heavy flirting” but the truth was we didn’t have to flirt with one another because the attraction between us had already been realised in the sexiest way possible. How my wife never saw it, I will never know. I would guess that she was so wrapped up in her extramarital dalliance that she didn’t care.Sandra had found a new man when we decided to cool our relationship but he didn’t last long. She told me after that he was becoming possessive and she couldn’t stand that.Alice (my wife) and I had gone to a few neighbourhood parties and Sandra was there as well. Sandra was often there with Colin and I thought they made a nice couple. I had met him when he turned up with Sandra at her house. He stayed the weekend and I can remember seeing Sandra at her door as he left on Sunday evening. She was glowing, a sight I had seen a few times in the recent past. It made me a little jealous that it wasn’t me making her look like that.We had been invited to see in the New Year at our neighbours home. Sandra had broken up with Colin by then and wasn’t seeing anyone. There were a few people I knew there but many more who I didn’t. Duncan, whose party it was, owned a small building company, so many of the people there were his employees and suppliers. His was also a family business, so many of them were there as well. An odd connection was that Alice’s firm was the building company’s accountants. That meant there were a few guests that Alice knew but I didn’t. So Sandra and my neighbours were the only people at the party that I knew or knew me.Alice and I arrived at the party and were welcomed by Caryn, Duncan’s wife. She was in her early thirties and worked at a local car dealership. She had long blonde hair which hung down to the middle of her back and was slim but not skinny. She was a bit of a gym bunny and often went around dressed only in tight yoga pants or gym bottoms. Her body could best be described as spectacular. Beautiful and sizeable breasts topped a superb pair of legs and an arse that always made my mouth water.She and Sandra were good buddies and I had occasionally spotted Caryn looking at me in a way that made me wonder how much Sandra had shared with her about our brief affair.She welcomed Alice and me with hugs and good wishes. Her hug for me was as close as it could be and sparked off a reaction in me that was awkward because like a true Scotsman at Hogmanay I was wearing a kilt and I had gone commando as tradition requires. I started thinking about as many boring things as I could to stop my cock rising.Caryn backed away from me with a wicked güvenilir bahis smile and a glance down.‘I love a man in a kilt,’ she said smiling, ’especially you, Gordon, you’ve got the legs for it. It’s very sexy. Are you…?’‘Commando?’ interrupted Alice. ‘Of course, he is. He doesn’t know any other way to wear a kilt.’ Her smile was as wicked as Caryn’s had been.At that moment Sandra came into the kitchen where we had gathered.‘Commando? Who’s commando?’ Then she spotted me in my kilt.‘Oh, I see.’Her smile was as wicked as the other two.I was beginning to feel that I had been set up.‘Ladies please, I’m blushing.’‘Never known you to be so modest about what’s worn under the kilt,’ said Alice.‘I’ll have you know nothing under my kilt is worn. It’s all in perfect working order.’ I said with a smile.The three women groaned in unison.The old jokes are the best.Caryn and Alice went upstairs shouting for me to grab a beer and follow them.Sandra had already moved behind the breakfast counter to open the fridge and I stood behind her waiting my turn to get a drink. As she bent down to grab a couple of bottles, she pushed her arse into my crotch. I jerked back.‘What’s wrong?’ she said, looking a little hurt.‘Nothing, you just took me by surprise, that’s all.’‘It’s not as if it’s something your not familiar with, eh?’‘No, actually I’ve missed it. To tell the truth.’‘That’s sweet,’ she said, as she stood up holding a couple of bottles of beer. ‘I’ve missed you too.’ She leaned forward and gave me a brief kiss on the lips.‘Is that how it’s going to be all night?’‘What do you mean?’‘You teasing me?’‘Why? Don’t you like it? You’re the only man here tonight wearing a kilt. That automatically makes you the sexiest man in the room. I won’t be able to help myself, and I’m not the only one.’ As she squeezed past to go upstairs to the party she whispered, ‘And you’re not the only one that’s gone commando.’My cock, which had reacted as expected to her little rubbing earlier, took another lurch and swelled even more.‘And it’s freshly shaved. Baby smooth,’ She purred. ‘baby smooooth.’I stayed in the kitchen for a few minutes after Sandra had left chuckling to herself, just to give the blood in my cock a chance to drain. It is not a good look to walk around in a kilt with your knob tenting the front, especially since I had decided not to wear a sporran. I had nowhere to hide.I’m not great at parties. My small talk always ended up being about my work, which is boring, even to me. Everybody else in the room when I arrived upstairs had something in common with each other, given that they all had a work connection of one kind or another.Alice was sat between a couple of guys who I hadn’t seen before but güvenilir bahis siteleri she appeared quite familiar with, laughing and smiling whilst being quite animated when she spoke. They had her trapped on a three-seater sofa so I couldn’t sit beside her.I chose to make my way to the back of the room where Sandra was standing talking to Caryn. They both smiled as I approached and stood apart to allow me to stand between them. Caryn then said something that floored me and made me glad that the music was fairly loud.‘I was beginning to think that you and Sandra were having a quickie downstairs.’The look on my face was of paralysing fear. I didn’t know how to respond, given my wife was only feet away. Did Caryn know something? Had Sandra told her about us? Sandra was standing close enough to hear what Caryn had said.‘A quickie? Caryn darling, Gordon doesn’t do quickies. Everything he does is nice and slow. He spent an hour licking my pussy to orgasm after orgasm the first time we were together.’ She slid her hand down behind me and squeezed my arse. I had to start thinking about knitting to keep my cock from growing.‘An hour? That’s impressive. Was he any good?’‘He was marvellous, even though I hadn’t had any since before John died, it was still the best head I’ve ever had. He would have gone on longer but I needed to cum, so I made him get on with it.’‘He listens to instruction as well. That’s even better.’‘Not that he needs any. He knows what he’s doing.’‘Ladies, I’m right here you know.’ I said. ‘careful what you say, Alice is just over there.’‘Don’t worry sweetheart, she’s only got ears for her boss.’‘Her boss? Why is he here? What’s his name?’‘Malcolm, he’s Duncan’s uncle. Why do you think his firm has Duncan’s business?’Things were beginning to make some sense now. Alice had been very keen to come to this party tonight. My spidey senses were tingling.‘Which one is her boss?’‘The grey-haired guy on her left, with the goatee? The one whose thigh Alice has her hand on.’I didn’t have to think about knitting anymore. I hate goatees. They put me in mind of fading professors trying to be hip and relevant to their students. They were up there with corduroy jackets with elbow patches. Pure affectation.Caryn leaned to whisper in my ear,‘Yes, he’s the one.’She didn’t need to say anymore. I knew what she meant. I could feel my anger grow and I’m sure it showed on my face. Just then Alice looked up and she met my gaze, her hand rubbed and gripped his thigh a little higher. She looked… satisfied. I think at that moment she knew I knew and was glad of it. It was as if the relief washed over her, knowing that I wouldn’t make a scene at our friend’s party.Sandra realised what was iddaa siteleri happening and she began to stroke and squeeze my arse. A proper kilt is quite long and mine went to just above my knees. It would have been very obvious if Sandra had put her hand underneath it and I didn’t want to be embarrassed. I pushed back to trap her hand between my backside and the wall. I just wanted her to stop fondling me but I pushed too hard and she gave a squeal and jerked her hand away.‘For Christ’s sake Gordon, we’re only having a bit of fun. It’s just a laugh.’‘It’s funny, is it? It’s funny to stand here with you fondling my arse while my wife shows off with the man she’s been fucking for months! Am I the only person in this room that didn’t know.’‘Pretty much,’ said Caryn, ‘I’m sorry. I thought you might take it differently considering what you and Sandra got up to.’‘I know. It’s different when it’s rubbed in your face. I feel like everyone in the room is laughing at me.’ Just then I felt nauseous, and I knew I had to get out.With as much dignity as I could, I left the room and went downstairs.As I passed Alice, still sat on the sofa, she whispered something in Malcolm’s ear. She looked at me past the side of his head.‘Bitch!’ I muttered to myself, ’scheming fucking bitch!’ My infidelities were temporarily forgotten.I stood in the kitchen completely disorientated, casting around for something to vent my rage on. Sandra followed me into the room.‘Are you OK?’‘Of course, I’m not fucking OK!’ I shouted. ‘This was a fucking set up, don’t you see? That bitch insisted I wear a kilt tonight, she knew I’d be the only one. Easier for her to point to the only guy in the kilt as her cuckold husband.’‘I’m not sure that’s true.’‘You saw her! She’s a subtle bitch, but I know how her fucking mind works. She planned this, I’m fucking positive. Does she know about you and me?’‘I don’t know. I’ve not told her.’‘You told Caryn though.’‘I didn’t have a choice. She saw me after the first time we were together, She could tell someone had fucked me. She said that she could see me glowing. I couldn’t help myself, I just told her. I don’t know if she’s told Alice.’‘Well, I suppose it doesn’t matter who knows what does it?’‘You’re not a cuckold.’ Sandra said softly, ‘you’re too much of a man to be one of those. You fucked me so well, and all the other stuff.’Her soft voice had calmed me down a bit,‘Thank you for saying that and I understand what you mean but it’s a strange feeling.’‘You need a revenge fuck.’‘What! A revenge fuck. With you?’‘Why not, I’m here aren’t I? I’ll go get Caryn if you’d rather fuck her.’‘Caryn? Sorry, am I missing something here.’‘When I told Caryn about us she insisted on knowing all the details. After I told her she was sitting in a pool of her juices. Duncan was away at the time and she told me later that she’d come home and made herself cum three times just thinking about you. If I asked her, she’d come down here in a heartbeat.’

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