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Subject: {ASSM} The To-Do List by Sam Lindsey (MF, cheating, oral)
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WARNING: The following is a sex story. Yadda yadda yadda. If you shouldn't 
be reading this, then don't. Story codes are: MF, cheating, oral.

ACKNOWLEDGEMENT: This story was developed with the assistance of the 
Alt.Sex.Stories Writer's Workshop moderated by CyberCzar. If you are an 
aspiring author and would like a critique of your work, or if you are an 
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to Katie McN and Eye of Serpent who helped me transform a rough pearl into a 
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The To-Do List
by Sam Lindsey
sam_s_lindsey@hotmail.com
August 2001

Kevin Reilly sat under the dim lights of the empty movie theater. The front 
of his trousers were completely saturated with a gooey concoction of pussy 
juice and cum, and he was still in a state of shock over the events of the 
last few hours.

It all began that morning, the first glorious day of his vacation. Well, it 
_had been_ glorious until his wife gave him that damn To-Do List. He even 
skipped breakfast so he could get a head start on it, but by 12:30 he was 
less than halfway through it. That was when the hunger began to gnaw at his 
gut like a dull knife. He decided to try Chez Maison, a newer upscale 
restaurant located only a few blocks away. He'd heard that the food there 
was excellent and plentiful, which was good because he was very nearly 
starved.

As Kevin began the three-block walk, he felt a deep resentment building 
towards his wife. A few things about Janet had begun to annoy him lately. 
The damn To-Do List was a perfect example. After she gave it to him this 
morning, she went over each and every item on it in painful detail until he 
felt like a small child being berated by his mother, and he was both hurt 
and humiliated by the experience.

Married life had been pretty good for most of the last three years, but for 
some reason lately, his and Janet's passion for each other seemed to have 
diminished considerably. Kevin's eye tended to stray more, and he had the 
occasional mild fantasy about some woman he'd meet. He'd heard about the 
"seven-year itch", but nobody warned him there might be a "three-year 
tickle".

To be fair, normally Janet's lists were much shorter, but her sister, 
Laurel, was flying in from Australia for a two-week visit and a number of 
the items pertained to her visit. Kevin hadn't had the opportunity to meet 
Laurel yet. She wasn't able to attend their wedding because she was broke at 
the time and couldn't afford the airfare home. A few years ago he'd seen a 
picture or two of her in her younger days in one of Janet's photo albums, 
but he couldn't really recall what she looked like and, to be honest, he 
didn't much care. All he knew was that her visit was going to wreak perfect 
hell with his vacation, at least if today was any indication.

Kevin was weak with hunger as he walked through the front doors of Chez 
Maison, and when he saw the long line-up inside he nearly keeled over. He 
couldn't believe it was so busy on a Monday afternoon, but he knew his 
options were limited. The next nearest restaurant was a twenty-minute walk 
away, and he was sure he'd die of starvation before he got there. He could 
call a cab, but the cabs in this city were notoriously slow during the day. 
As he counted the number of people in line, Kevin judged that he only had 
about a twenty-minute wait. And besides, there was a sweet-looking redhead 
in line in front of him who he could ogle while he passed the time.

Kevin scanned the front page of his newspaper while covertly studying the 
attractive young woman. She had long, teased, red hair that flowed halfway 
down her back and she wore a short, canary-yellow, cotton sundress with a 
low back that exposed a substantial expanse of creamy white flesh. Even 
under the loose-fitting sundress he could see the prominent outline of her 
full round ass. Her legs were long and lean and led down to two beautiful 
feet that were encased in a pair of white sandals with very short heels. Her 
toenails were manicured and covered in a shiny coat of bright red polish 
that nicely complemented the softer red color of her hair and her creamy 
complexion. As Kevin admired the view from her back, he felt his cock begin 
to stiffen, so he returned to reviewing that day's headlines before things 
got too far out of hand.

After twenty-five long minutes the line finally dwindled down to just Kevin 
and the redhead.

"How many?" the hostess asked the redhead.

"One," she replied in a beautiful dulcet voice.

The hostess took a menu off the pile and handed it her before turning her 
attention to Kevin. "I'm sorry, sir," she apologized, "but I'm afraid it may 
be another twenty minute wait yet."

"Twenty minutes?!" Kevin exclaimed. "But I've already been here nearly half 
an hour!"

"I'm sorry, sir," the hostess explained, "but we've been very busy today and 
the tables haven't been turning over as quickly as we'd hoped."

"I'm sorry, too," Kevin apologized with a sheepish expression on his face. 
He gave the hostess a weak little smile as he said, "It's just that I'm 
famished."

"If the gentleman wants, he can share my table with me," the soft sweet 
voice ahead of him said.

As the redhead began to turn around to face him, Kevin replied, "Why thank 
you very much, miss. It's nice of you to offer." The last few words nearly 
caught in his throat as she completed her turn and he saw her face for the 
first time. She was, quite simply, gorgeous! She looked like she had just 
leapt from the pages of Cosmopolitan or Elle. Her eyes were dark blue and 
she had a perfectly shaped nose. Her skin was creamy and flawless and her 
lips full and sensual and coated with lipstick the same shade of red as the 
polish on her toenails and long fingernails. A pair of slender shoulders 
held up the straps of her sundress, and her bare arms were thin but by no 
means anorexic. The front of her sundress dipped quite low, revealing a 
subtle valley of creamy cleavage, and her hard nipples pressed against the 
thin material of her dress making it quite obvious she was not wearing a 
bra.

As the redhead handed Kevin her menu, the tip of her tongue peeked out of 
her mouth and licked at her upper lip causing Kevin's cock to jump inside 
his pants. It may have only been wishful thinking on his part, but he 
thought he saw her glimpse downwards for a second at the bulge that was 
beginning to form in the front of his dark wool trousers.

As the hostess led them to their table, Kevin thought the redhead was a 
little too forward when she wrapped her arm through his, but he didn't pull 
away. His body trembled slightly at her electric touch and he hoped she 
didn't notice. When they arrived at their table he pulled her chair out for 
her and then pushed it back in as she took her seat. "My my, not only 
handsome but a gentleman too," she said as she teased him with her smile. 
Kevin felt a warm blush creep across his cheeks and he was at a complete 
loss for words.

As he took his seat, the redhead extended her delicate arm across the table 
and said, "I'm sorry. I didn't introduce myself. I'm Kit."

He reached across to shake her hand. "Kevin," he said. "Pleased to meet you, 
Kit." It seemed to him that she held onto his hand for a few seconds longer 
than necessary after the handshake ended, but he might have only imagined 
it.

The server brought a bread plate and two tall glasses of iced water over to 
their table, and then the waitress came and took their orders. As soon as 
she left, Kevin grabbed a handful of bread sticks and began to devour them 
like a ravenous animal in a desperate attempt to restore his body's glucose 
level to something approaching normal.

"My my, aren't we hungry?" Kit said as she watched him engorge himself while 
continuing to torture him with her smile.

"Missed breakfast this morning," he muttered through a mouthful of 
breadcrumbs in a feeble attempt to explain away his gluttonous behavior.

As soon as he finished his bread sticks, Kevin excused himself to go to the 
washroom. He didn't really have to go, but he needed some time to gather his 
wits so he wouldn't continue to come across as a complete idiot to this 
beautiful young woman. He splashed some cold water on his face and rehearsed 
a few lines of conversation so he could present himself as slightly more 
charming and witty than he was sure he'd seemed up to that point. He brushed 
his teeth with his finger to eliminate the residue of any breadcrumbs that 
might have adhered to them, and then proceeded to towel himself off. As he 
dried his hands he noticed the gold wedding band on his finger, and for 
reasons even he didn't fully understand, he removed it and stuck it in the 
side pocket of his sports coat. Then he took one last look in the mirror and 
ran his fingers through his hair before he exited the washroom and walked 
back to his table.

In his absence, their drinks had arrived and Kit was already sipping on 
hers. They had both ordered Bloody Caesars, and he took a large swallow of 
his before he spoke. "So, Kit, do you live here in town?"

The pretty woman smiled at him and replied, "No, I'm just visiting for a few 
weeks."

"Family or friends?"

"Both," she said. "How about you?"

Kevin told her that he was a resident, born and raised here, and he 
proceeded to expound about some of the local attractions she should consider 
taking in. After that they continued to chat about nothing, discussing the 
weather and their restaurant experiences. Kevin managed to steer the 
conversation clear of the topic of marital status, although he was almost 
certain that Kit noticed the telltale circle of white skin around his ring 
finger.

As they continued to converse while waiting for their food, Kit stuck out 
her cute little tongue and licked away at the celery salt that coated the 
rim of her glass. When she took a sip of her drink, she placed her lips 
around the end of her straw and gently drew the thick red fluid up into her 
mouth, all very lady-like, except that she then ran the tip of her tongue up 
and down the underside of her straw for several seconds before releasing it 
from her lips. Kevin wasn't sure if she was aware that she was doing this or 
whether it was an unconscious habit on her part. Either way, the effect on 
him would have been the same. His cock began to lengthen and stiffen inside 
his pants to the point that he became so uncomfortable he had difficulty 
sitting still in one position.

Finally the food arrived. Kevin placed his napkin in his lap and was just 
about to start his meal when Kit asked, "Do you mind if I take my shoes off, 
Kevin? I bought these sandals today and they're killing my feet."

"No, no, go right ahead," Kevin replied.

Kit removed her sandals and gave her feet a quick rub before she 
straightened back up in her chair and joined Kevin in eating their meals. 
Kevin wasn't much of a conversationalist with all that food staring him in 
the face, and he let Kit carry the verbal load for a while until he had 
managed to stuff enough red meat down his throat to enable his blood to once 
again produce a satisfactory level of iron.

As he ate his meal while Kit bent his ear, Kevin was almost certain he felt 
her bare foot brush up against his leg once or twice. Also, on those few 
occasions when Kevin managed to say something witty or humorous, Kit would 
place her hand on top of his and lightly rub her fingertips over it for a 
couple of seconds while she laughed at his remark. These few instances of 
physical contact, combined with the general lust Kevin was feeling for his 
lunch companion, managed to keep his cock at least semi-erect throughout the 
meal.

When the waitress came over with the dessert menu, Kit declined but Kevin 
couldn't resist. "Pecan pie," he said, "the biggest piece you've got." Kit 
had only eaten half her meal, and had Kevin known her better, he would have 
asked her if he could finish it. But he didn't want to appear to this lovely 
creature to be any more of a pig than he'd already shown himself to be.

As Kevin inserted the first forkful of pie into his mouth, he nearly choked. 
This time he knew it was no accident! Kit's foot was up between his legs, 
rubbing up and down his length with smooth steady strokes. He stared at her 
in a confused mixture of disbelief and gratitude while she gave another 
mini-blowjob to her cocktail straw. As he began to chew his pie, he felt her 
big toe massage his cockhead, and his prick immediately jumped to attention. 
When Kit felt her effect on him, she delivered a mischievous smile and began 
tracing her tongue up and down the sides of her glass, lapping up the heavy 
condensation that had formed there. She licked the glass for several long 
seconds while her foot teased his cock until Kevin finally couldn't stand it 
any longer. "Check please!" he called out.

When the waitress came over with their tab, Kit opened her purse to pay her 
share. "No no," Kevin said, shaking his head while he reached for his 
wallet. "You were kind enough to let a starving man sit at your table. The 
least I can do is buy you lunch."

Kit gazed at him with her steady blue eyes as she said, "Why thank you, 
Kevin. Maybe I'll be able to repay you somehow before I leave town." Kevin 
gulped hard as he threw a few bills down on the table. He stood up from his 
chair and immediately pulled his long sports coat around him and buttoned it 
in an awkward attempt to hide the massive erection that was now poking up 
towards his belly while Kit gawked at his large bulge and ran her tongue 
over her red painted lips.

Kevin seemed to be in a hurry as he walked over behind Kit and pulled her 
chair out for her. It felt more natural this time when she hooked her arm in 
his and leaned against his body as they walked toward the exit. Out on the 
sidewalk, they stood at the cab stop and a bit of awkwardness ensued as they 
waited for a taxi.

Kevin broke the silence. "Well, it's been a real pleasure meeting you, Kit, 
and I hope you enjoy your stay in our fair city."

"I have so far," Kit replied with a wicked little grin. When Kit's cab came 
around the corner, Kevin extended his hand out to her and said, "Well, so 
long then."

Kit took his hand in hers and then, without warning, pulled on it and 
wrapped it around her waist as she stepped in to his body and pressed 
herself up against his stiff rod. Before he could object, she placed her 
hand behind his head and pulled his face to hers and then wriggled her 
tongue between his lips until they opened and she was allowed inside. 
Kevin's cock grew another inch as Kit's tongue danced around in his mouth, 
and he moved his hands onto her ass and drew her closer to his hardness.

"Do you kids want a cab or not?" the cabbie yelled out through the open 
window. Kit removed her tongue from Kevin's mouth and he let go of her ass 
before he opened the back door of the cab for her. As she entered the cab 
she again pulled on his hand and he was forced to follow in behind her. As 
soon as the door closed, Kit was once again all over him, snaking her tongue 
down his throat while she rubbed and squeezed his rigid cock through the 
soft wool fabric of his pants.

"Where to, kids?" the cabbie asked as he studied them in his rearview 
mirror. Kevin's mind raced and he blurted out, "The International Cinema 
over on 23rd." The International Cinema was an art-house cinema that 
specialized in second-run foreign films, most of them screened in their 
original language with English sub-titles. It might have seemed like a 
cheesy place to go for a romantic tryst, but it was only a few minutes away 
and was sure to be deserted this early on a Monday afternoon. Also, it would 
only take a few seconds to buy two movie tickets whereas checking into a 
hotel could take forever. And besides, a reasonable quality hotel room 
downtown cost at least $150 while two movie tickets were a mere ten bucks, 
not that that was the deciding factor for Kevin, mind you.

When they arrived at the International, Kevin paid the cab fare and ran up 
to the ticket window. "Two please," he said as he pushed the seller a ten. 
He took the tickets, grabbed Kit's hand and rushed through the front doors 
of the theater. When they entered the darkened auditorium, Kevin selected 
two seats in the back row farthest from the screen. As soon as they were 
seated Kit wasted no time. She freed his raging hard-on and then sank her 
mouth down on it and began sucking it like crazy.

As Kevin basked in the sensations of Kit's hot mouth around his cock, his 
eyes slowly became accustomed to the darkness and he noticed two other 
people in the theatre, one sitting around the middle row and another up 
close to the front. He thought he recognized the actress on the big screen 
as Liv Ullman, the one-time paramour of the famous Swedish director, Ingmar 
Bergman, and he reasoned that this was probably a Bergman film.

With Kevin's cock fully imbedded in her mouth, Kit ran her tongue around on 
the underside of it just as she'd done earlier with her little cocktail 
straw, and she was nearly driving Kevin insane. To reciprocate, he worked 
his hand up under her short sundress, desperate for a feel of her hot little 
pussy. When his hand made contact with her mons, he thought he'd died and 
gone to heaven. It didn't really surprise him that she wasn't wearing 
panties nor that she was leaking juices like a faulty faucet, but what did 
make his heart go pitter patter was the fact that her pussy was perfectly 
hairless.

Kevin ran his finger up her smooth slit and then located her clitoris and 
began to massage it gently under his thumb as he sank two fingers into her 
warm wet interior. When Kit felt him touch her little nub she moaned so 
loudly that her lips vibrated on Kevin's shaft, in turn causing him to groan 
like a small hurt animal. When they heard an angry "Ssshhhh!" from the front 
of the theater they tried to suppress their passionate sounds while 
continuing to give each other pleasure.

Kevin felt as if he could cum in Kit's mouth at any second, and when his 
cock began to twitch and swell, she must have sensed it too because she 
pulled her mouth off his dick and straightened back up in her seat before 
whispering in his ear, "Naughty boy, you can't cum yet. You still need to 
fuck me." She swirled her tongue around inside his ear and then stood up and 
stepped in front of him. Pulling her dress up around her waist, she climbed 
on top of him and managed to wedge her legs between his thighs and the sides 
of his seat. Then she grabbed hold of his long pole and began to feed it 
into her sopping cunt. Kevin emitted another loud groan when he felt Kit's 
tight vaginal canal grip his meat, and another annoyed "Ssshhh!" emanated 
from the gallery.

As Kit began to work her pussy up and down on Kevin's sizeable rod, he 
reached up and slid the straps of her sundress off her shoulders, exposing 
her pretty pale breasts and large pink nipples. He rubbed his hands over her 
breasts roughly and then dropped them down under her ass to help her with 
her movements. As Kit began to increase the tempo of her fucking, Kevin 
sucked as much of her left tit into his mouth as he could before he twirled 
his tongue around on her nipple and areola. Her large nipple hardened up 
nicely in his mouth and he could actually feel the little bumps on her 
areola with his tongue.

When she felt his mouth close over her breast, Kit pulled Kevin's head into 
her bosom and began to purr like a little kitten. As she continued to pound 
her cunt on Kevin's long pole, he began to worry that he might cum before he 
was able to give this beautiful young woman the reward she so richly 
deserved.

With his hands under Kit's ass, he massaged her soft round cheeks and then 
trailed his finger up her cleft until he reached the opening to her anus. He 
moved his finger in gentle circles over and around her little puckered hole, 
and when he felt Kit's cunt clench tighter around his dick, he inserted just 
the tip of his finger into her little rosebud, being very careful not to 
push too deep.

Kit moaned again. This time, however, her moan was commingled with Liv 
Ullman's on the big screen as Liv was also apparently taking a big one 
between her legs, and no further shushing order was heard from the small 
crowd.

Kit released Kevin's head from her bosom and leaned down to kiss him. "Oh 
baby," she whispered heavily as she pulled her mouth from his, "that feels 
so good. I wish we had more time because I'd love to feel your beautiful 
cock deep inside my ass." Then she kissed him again, inserting her thin pink 
tongue once more between his lips.

Kevin's cock felt ready to explode as Kit's tongue danced frantically inside 
his mouth. He grabbed the cheeks of her ass and lifted her hips up and down 
as he pounded his thick joint up between her legs each time she dropped 
herself down on it.

He felt Kit's ass cheeks start to quiver in his hands, and she began to moan 
into his mouth as she tried to draw oxygen through her nose. Then she broke 
off the kiss and placed her hands palms-down on his chest, using them for 
leverage, as she pummeled her wet pussy on his hard thick bone. Strange 
little noises began to emanate from deep in her throat, and then she uttered 
a string of vulgar epithets that made even Kevin blush.

"Oh, yes, Kevin! Fuck me, baby! Pound me hard with your big, beautiful cock! 
Fill me up with your delicious cock-cream! Make me cum, baby! Do it!"

Kevin had never heard such language from a lady before, but his initial 
embarrassment transformed within seconds into panicked excitement as Kit's 
body began to convulse wildly while her cunt spasmed hard around his thick 
dick. He yanked her hips down onto his cock and buried his face in her 
breasts as he cried out, "I'm cumming, Kit! Take my load, baby! Take it 
all!"

Kevin felt the spunk explode from the tip of his prick deep inside the 
velvety canal of this wonderful creature. Kit gasped when the first hot 
blast of semen splashed up against the sensitive inner walls of her womb, 
and her cunt began to milk Kevin's cock with a fervor in a furious attempt 
to coax out all of his potent sperm.

Kevin had never cum so hard in his life. He was amazed at the number of 
powerful spurts that rocketed from the tip of his prick and bathed down 
Kit's insides. Kit jammed her cunt down hard on his cock and ground her hips 
around in his lap as his cum tap slowly began to seal itself off. His heavy 
spurts reduced to a slow dribble and he felt the incredible wetness of his 
and Kit's combined juices as they leaked from her cunt, down his cock and 
onto his pants. The rear hem of her sundress had fallen down over her ass so 
he moved it back up and then caressed her soft cheeks again as he closed his 
eyes and reveled in the remarkable feel of her pussy as it continued to 
extract the last few drops of love juice from him with subtle gentle 
squeezes.

Just then the house lights came up. Kevin opened his eyes with a start and 
saw a fiftyish male patron ten rows down fisting his prick as he watched 
them. When the older gentleman saw Kit's beautiful ass under the dim lights, 
he emitted a loud "UNNGGHHH!" and squirted several thick ropes of sperm over 
the two rows of seats in front of him. The female patron at the front of the 
theater shrieked when she saw the man ejaculate and ran from the theater as 
if she'd seen a ghost. When the masturbator heard the woman's scream, he 
quickly replaced his prick inside his pants and scurried to the nearest 
exit.

Kit lifted herself off Kevin's dwindling dick and returned to her own seat, 
being careful to keep her dress hiked up around her waist. She gave Kevin a 
wry smirk as she said, "I guess we had an audience." Then she looked down 
between her legs and saw the thick globs of semen that were escaping from 
her folds and trickling down onto her seat. She moved her hand to the base 
of her slit and dragged two fingers up through it, accumulating a generous 
amount of thick fuck-sauce in the process. Then, much to Kevin's surprise, 
she brought her hand up to her mouth and wiped the gooey mess onto her 
outstretched tongue. A large puddle of the thick white fluid lay pooled on 
her tongue as she closed her mouth around it and swallowed. She smiled at 
Kevin as she finished licking her fingers, and his exposed cock lurched into 
the air. Kit grinned in lustful appreciation at his large tool, and she 
reached down and gave it one final loving squeeze before she opened her 
purse and extracted a wad of tissues.

Kevin sat there stunned as Kit wiped the remainder of his sloppy load from 
her pussy. When she rose from her seat and attempted to leave without saying 
goodbye, he managed to catch her hand. She stopped and turned to face him as 
he asked, "Will I ever see you again?"

Kit smiled the exact same smile that she had tormented his soul with all 
afternoon and said, "Maybe. You never know." Then she pulled her hand away 
from him and hurried down the row of seats and out the nearest exit.

Kevin Reilly sat alone under the dim house lights of the empty movie 
theater, the front of his trousers completely saturated with a gooey 
concoction of pussy juice and cum. As he recovered from the shock of the 
events of the last few hours, his sanity slowly began to return and he 
thought he'd better leave in case someone called the cops. He began to feel 
a little paranoid as he secured his cock back in his pants. Jumping up from 
his seat, he flew out the back door of the theater and ran for three blocks 
down the narrow alley, looking back over his shoulder every few seconds, 
before sheer exhaustion forced him to slow his gait. As his breathing began 
to return to normal, he looked at his watch.

Shit! 3:30 already and I've still got four hours of errands to run, he 
thought as he felt panic set in.

He'd told his wife he'd be home by six to take her and her sister out to the 
early dinner show at one of the local comedy clubs, so he was forced to 
prioritize the remaining items on his list. His first stop would be the dry 
cleaners where there were several things to be picked up including a few 
pairs of his pants. He could remove his soiled trousers there and change 
into a fresh pair and hope that his wife didn't notice him coming home in a 
different pair of pants than he'd left in that morning.

Around 6:00 Kevin hailed a cab for the short ride home. He'd managed to 
complete an impressive number of the tasks his wife had assigned to him that 
morning, but for the balance of that afternoon he'd been unable to displace 
thoughts of Kit from his mind. As the cab drove down the quiet residential 
streets, he knew there was no way he could accompany his wife and her sister 
tonight. He had to go back downtown and roam the shops and the restaurants 
and the bars in what would surely be a near futile attempt to find Kit 
again.

During the ride home he wracked his brain trying to fabricate some 
reasonable pretense that would allow him to renege on his prior commitment 
to his wife and her sister. As the cab pulled up in front of his house, he'd 
only managed to come up with one very lame excuse, but it would have to do 
because he'd run out of time.

He paid the cabbie, loaded his arms with the bags that carried the fruits of 
his errands, and walked up to the house. He set the bags down so he could 
turn the doorknob, and as soon as he opened the door he heard Janet's 
accusatory voice. "You're late," she said, and Kevin muttered something foul 
under his breath as he lugged the heavy bags into the house. He saw two 
blondes sitting at the table in the kitchen, and the one was facing him was 
his ungrateful wife so the other one with her back to him had to be her 
sister.

As Kevin shuffled through the bags to determine what needed to go where, 
Janet said, "Kevin, this is my sister, Laurel." Laurel pushed her chair back 
away from the table and stood up. As she turned around to face him, Janet 
continued, "Actually my pet name for her is Kitten because she was always so 
in love with kittens when she was younger, weren't you Kit?"

As Laurel completed her turn, Kevin's jaw dropped and his heart began to 
sink. Even without the long red wig, there was no mistaking the perfect face 
of the woman he'd made passionate love to that afternoon! Kevin's life 
flashed before his eyes and he caught a quick dark glimpse of his very bleak 
future -- a messy divorce, atrocious legal bills, outrageous alimony 
payments...

"And Laurel, this is Kevin," Janet said as she left her chair and went to 
greet her husband.

"Pleased to meet you, Kevin," Laurel/Kit said as she continued to stand in 
the kitchen. "Janet's told me so much about you. Janet, you lucky girl, he's 
as handsome in person as he is in the wedding pictures you sent me."

Kevin's eyes bulged in an awkward mixture of bewilderment and horror and his 
heart began to palpitate wildly deep inside his chest. He hoped and prayed 
that his wife wouldn't notice that he was on the verge of having a major 
cardiac episode.

Janet finally made her way to him and gave him a big hug as she looked up at 
him and said, "Honey, I told Laurel that I have to work this week, but that 
you have the whole week off and would be happy to show her around the city."

Kevin's cock jumped in his pants, and Janet must have thought it was meant 
for her because she gave him a little smile and hugged him tighter.

"I'm sure Kevin and I will get along just fine," Kit said from her spot in 
the kitchen. "I think we'll have a lot of fun together, don't you Kevin?"

As Kevin tried to find his voice, Kit raised the front hem of her skirt and 
showed him the new pussy ring she'd had pierced through her labia that 
afternoon. He gawked in dumbstruck disbelief as she grinned at him lewdly, 
and his cock gave another giant lurch against his wife's belly.

When Janet felt his cock jump again, her smile widened and she gave his ass 
a little pinch as she whispered, "Maybe later tonight, honey."

THE END (and thanks for reading The To-Do List)

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