The House Guest
By James Bellamy
Jbellamy@renman.net


Chapter Three -  I Spy


James was wakened by a knock on the door, rousing him 
from a brief troubled sleep, tossing and turning.  
"Mr. Carmody,   ...... Good morning!  6:30"  It was 
Valerie waking him for breakfast.  

"Yes, thank you!"  He lay there thinking of his, what 
should he call it, spying seemed too harsh.  Yet what 
else could one call it.  It still bothered him that 
she had been looking into his eyes in the dark as she 
assertively  rode her husband's maleness in the middle 
of the night.  She had ridden up and down his 
hardness, while he lay a bit under the weather, not 
helping or participating much.  Still she rode on 
until at last reaching her climax.  He remembered 
exactly what she had said, how she said it, loved the 
sound of her soft intense sigh. .  "ohhhhhhh 
.........ohhhhhhhh. Ooooohhhhhhh. Yyyyyyessss!  It had 
been soft but firm, full of pleasure, soul, and 
meaning, almost enough to include him in its universal 
release.

"Will we be embarrassed looking into each other's eyes 
this morning?" he wondered.  He shook his head, "don't 
be ridiculous, she isn't even aware of how our paths 
have crossed."

He could smell bacon frying as he came down the 
stairs.  "Good morning!" he smiled at her across the 
large kitchen, picking up a cup from the table and 
crossing toward her, trying hard not to show any 
discomfort at her gaze.

'Good morning," she smiled.   Her eyes held his 
perhaps a moment too long, examining him carefully.  
Perhaps she had been looking at him.  He couldn't take 
his eyes away from her breasts, perky under a crisp 
floral blouse.  The pleasure his host had had, 
......they both had had so noisily during the night 
was burned into his mind and sprang back easily. 

 "Not sure "His Lordship" is not feeling too lord-like 
this morning!" she said rolling her eyes skyward.  

James enjoyed her smile as well as her ready, somewhat 
sharp wit.  "Yes, I saw him in the hall, he looks, as 
the cowboys say, like he has been rode hard and put 
away wet!"  His last word was clipped as he remembered 
just what double meaning that might conjure in her 
mind.  He thought lamely and unsuccessfully for a 
subject to take the conversation in another direction.  
She smiled in his direction, that warm toothy smile.  
"Very apt!" she said, leaving it open to trouble his 
mind.

Gerald arrived looking sad eyed and tired.  "James 
says in America they would say you had been 'rode hard 
and put away wet!' what do you think dear?  I said it 
was an apt expression."

Which of us was she mocking, James wondered, having 
trouble keeping his thoughts together.

"I feel like something was done to me."  He leered at 
James, "you can't trust birds, can you, get you drunk 
and think they can have their way with you.  Do 
anything they bloody want!  It's a crime, that's what 
it is!"   Well, he was awake and full of the devil, 
that was clear.  James wondered again:  'Who is being 
mocked here?'  Not sure that it was not him on both 
counts.  He just couldn't be sure.

He went to his room to pick up his coat, briefcase and 
other things.  James readied himself to go to the 
office in a very unsettled, tense frame of mind.  On 
the other hand he had thoroughly enjoyed his 
participation, or at least his intrusion on their sex 
life.  Thoroughly.  It had already sprung back into 
his mind several times.  Valerie's breasts hanging 
down away from her body into the slings of her bra 
cups as she bent from the waist before him in the 
mirror.  The almost tangible feel of her riding up and 
down on Gerald's cock there in the intense darkness.  
It was breathtaking, except for the uneasy sense that 
he may have been caught spying.  "Well, if I was, she 
seems to have enjoyed my spying," he decided, at last.  
Returning downstairs, he found plans had changed.

"Hope you don't mind, James, I need to go a different 
direction this morning, so Valerie will take you to 
the office on her way to her jumble-sale job." 

"Oh, sure, sure, no problem." He smiled as she bounced 
down the stairs pulling on her gloves.  

"Ready?" she smiled up at James.  

James opened the car door for her and waited as she 
sat into the car and swung her legs into her car.  He 
noticed that she rolled her eyes up to catch him 
staring at her legs as she swung her legs in.  Did she 
open them just a little wider than necessary?  Did she 
pause just an instant with one in the car and the 
other still on the ground?  He wasn't sure.  He closed 
the door firmly.  She was still smiling.  It occurred 
to him that he had to get over the tension of worrying 
about what she was thinking and go back to just taking 
things as they come.  Still, it wasn't as easy as it 
usually was.  Her thighs looked so invitingly creamy 
in her tights, her skirt fluffed up to about mid-
thigh.  James decided to relax and enjoy it, 
........... whatever the hell was going on.

"We're off!" he intoned, trying to sound his usual 
bouncy self.

"Right you are.  How did you sleep, Mr. Carmody?"

There it was again.  His tension level soared.

"James,  .......... Please, you make me feel old!"

"Oh, sorry James," she gazed over at him, that angelic 
smile on her face.

"How did you sleep, James."

He decided to give as good as he got.  "Well, fine, 
once I got to sleep, that is!  And you?"

"A leading question, sir," she bit her lip, 
suppressing her smile for the moment.

Somehow, he thought that she had been probing for 
something, and had gotten it out of him, or so she 
thought.  James was so confused, he wasn't sure 
whether he had answered her or not.  He stared as she 
spread her legs wider, touching the clutch  and 
downshifting the little stick shift.  

They arrived and she turned toward him to wish him a 
good day, with some little joke.  Without meaning to 
do it, he touched her nyloned thigh as he laughed at 
her joke.  An electric charge, literally leapt between 
them. 

 "Oh, I  am sorry," he muttered.  The static electric 
charge was an accident, but after exchanging a long 
glance, they both burst into laughter at the same 
time.  He really hadn't meant to touch her thigh, had 
he?  He wasn't sure anymore.   He was confused.

She turned more toward him, her knee elevated slightly 
and bent over to look up at him through the opposite 
side window, giving him a good look up her skirt along 
the taut nylon of her thigh.  He thought he caught a 
glimpse of lemon colored knickers at the end of the 
tunnel.

She roared away, leaving a bewildered American 
standing on the wrong side of the street, thoroughly 
confused and quite tense.  Quite different from his 
usual cocky certainty.

That evening ..............

Gerald and James arrived home to find the aroma of 
dinner strong in the air.  "Wow, this is a bit of all 
right!" Gerald said, beginning a string of jokes about 
not getting anything to eat when the Americans went 
home again.  Valerie didn't  seem to see the humor of 
it. 

After dinner, they were invited to the local pub for a 
drink with friends.  James tried to beg off, but they 
insisted that he was probably the guest of honor as 
far as their friends were concerned.  It made a nice 
evening.  Gerald spent a lot of time playing darts and 
chatting with his mates, leaving James alone with the 
two girls.  James found himself concentrating on 
Valerie.  They found a lot to talk about, nothing 
terribly deep, just movies and books they had both 
seen and then the funny coincidences of life and so 
forth.  

Midway through the evening, Valerie began touching his 
wrist when she wanted to emphasize a point, and James 
was doing the same.  It was clear that they had 
established a bond.  

"Come on James, I'll give you a game of darts!"  There 
was a lot of laughter  in their game and a lot of 
reason to touch each other as they reclaimed darts 
from the board.  James became quite accustomed to the 
feel of his arm around her waist as she explained the 
rules and guiding her to her turn, any excuse seemed 
to be a good one to touch her firm full curves. The 
touches were light, not meant to attract too much 
attention, but each one was warm and sealed their 
friendship a little bit more.  He found her finding 
reasons to press her breasts against him, guiding his 
unpracticed tosses of the darts.  Laughing at his 
jokes, then pulling his arm against her.  All in good 
fun.

Back at home they were all ready for an early night.  
It had been a nice evening; each having had had a good 
time in his own way.  "You're sure lucky, love, having 
two of us blokes taking you out, you know!" Gerald had 
said in his joking banter.  "Gerald bought all the 
beer, you know, and I told all the jokes!  We should 
both get a goodnight kiss, you know!"

"Oh, stop, Gerald."  She smiled.  "you two could turn 
a girls head, though!  But, James was a good date 
while you were off with your mates all night, so, why 
not?" She tipped her head up and James bent for a 
quick thank you kiss.  "There's for being my white 
Knight!"

"Thank you fair princess!" he grinned.

"There she goes, James, give her an inch and she takes 
a yard!  You be careful, mate!  she'll have her way 
with you!"

Gerald stopped in the bathroom and Valerie patted him 
on the arm as she slipped past to her room "'Night 
James, it was lovely talking with you tonight."

"Yeah, me too!"  James slipped into the little 
guestroom.  He bit his lip, tasting the little 
lipstick left there by her kiss.  He liked the sweet 
taste of it, and he found himself rolling it round in 
his mouth.  He waited until he heard Gerald go past, 
knocking and saying "Good night James, see you in the 
morning."  Then waited a while longer  with the door 
ajar.  Hearing Valerie sweep by, he opened the door 
and walked down through the cloud of a lovely feminine 
scent that brought a smile to his face.  

He found Valerie's panties and tights piled in a puffy 
pile on the vanity, and fondled them lightly, enjoying 
the way they made a colorful little mountain that 
seemed to be full of her warmth and her essence.  
Before turning off the light, he picked them up and 
touched them to his cheek then tested them against his 
nose.  Lovely.

He undressed, hanging up his clothes, turned out the 
night, and picked up the panties to put them back in 
the bathroom. He was accustomed to sleeping nude and 
so he wore nothing, now that he was feeling 
comfortable in the house. In the hall he again heard 
noises from the adjoining room. He paused, listened, 
then moved close to their door again. 

 Gerald sounded a little drunk but mostly just 
amorous.    James realized by the sounds that someone 
was standing against the wall or against the door 
itself.  

"Oh, dear, you are soooo good, Ahhhhhhhhh , that's it 
sweetheart, suck me, suck  me, suck me harder.  Yes, 
yes, that' is ......ooooooohhhhhhhh you are so fucking 
goood..............sweet  Jesus, take it, take it suck 
it suck me.   There was scraping noise against the 
door creaking from someone leaving heavily against it.  
James imagined Valerie there on her knees, hands on 
his thighs, Gerald's cock deep in her mouth.  One hand 
slipping up to grip his balls, her cheeks sucked in by 
the amount she was sucking  on him. 

James found himself holding his own cock, listening at 
the other side of the door.  He realized suddenly that 
his grip included Valerie's soft panties and tights he 
intended to leave where he had found them.  He 
continued stroking himself with her soft panties.

 "Oh, sweet Jesus, suck harder dear, it is great!   
Ahhhhhrrrrgggg!   YES!   Wonderful.

"Shhhhhhhh!"    

"Oh Fuck,  ............  never mind Shhhhh!  Give us 
your tits love. Give us your sweet tits.  Let me fuck 
your big tits!"    A move away from the door and it 
quieted down.

"Here, love, on the edge of the bed.  Give us your big 
fucking titties,  Come on, hurry up now dear.  Give us 
those big tits  "Ohhhhhhhh, Yes......ohhhhhh You've 
got a lovely pair of Bristols.  Great for fucking me!  
Fuck .......Fuck ........Fuuck!  Unnhhhhhhhh unhhhhhh 
, unhhhhhhhh.  That's it.  Squeeze those things 
together........ make me a titty-pussy  ohhhhhhhhhhhhh 
yessssssssss!  There you are my girl  .......... Hot 
enough for you?????????  Love my spunk , eh?  Love my 
spunk???"

"Yes, ......yes .....shhhhhh!"

James realized he had come in the excitement of 
listening to them making love on the other side of the 
door.  His cum was in her panties!  Now what?   
,,,,,,, what to do with the evidence?

He hurried down the hall and dropped them back in the 
pile as he had found them.  "Just have to trust she 
won't find them until they have dried," he thought, a 
little sheepishly.  He made it back into his room just 
before the light lengthened down the hall and he heard 
Valerie pad down the hall to the bathroom. 

"Oh, my gawd!" he thought.  He slipped into bed, 
pulling up the cover over his pounding heart.

Valerie rinsed her mouth, brushed her teeth and took 
an aspirin from the medicine cabinet.   As she drank 
the water, she noticed in the mirror that she had 
forgotten and left her panties and tights.  She 
started to rinse them out, first the tights, then 
........"what?"  ............ she felt the panties.  
They had a large spot on them, but  ..........  
Examining them closely, she realized ........... 
........could it be? ...She looked at her strange 
expression in the mirror.  Suddenly it came to her.  
It is James's spunk!  "Had he been listening then?"  
"yesssssssss!" she heard herself answer.  Her eyes 
were wide open in the mirror.  In spite of herself, 
she sniffed it a little. 'No doubt what it is.'

With a quiet little smile, she slipped the wet panties 
up over her hips into place.  She touched the spot he 
had left, patted it into the curls at her Venus mound.  
When she had washed the tights, all the time with a 
smile on her face she was slightly ashamed of her 
brazen act.  Slipping another man's spunk against her 
body, just for the sensation!  She smiled impishly 
into the mirror and stared at the dark spot on the 
front of her panties.  She hung the tights to dry, 
turned out the light and slipped down the hall.  She 
dragged her nails lightly on his door, a final 
affectionate farewell.

She slipped into bed beside her now relaxed and sleepy 
husband, devilishly grinning, she  moved up close 
behind him and pressed the wet spot against his 
behind.  Gerald squirmed a little, and she pressed 
even closer.  She grinned in the dark.  "Serves him 
right!" she said to herself.

End Chapter Three
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