First Day Induction

As she poured the tea, Jess wondered if Michelle had really showered last night--she still smelt slightly... sweaty.

It must be sweat.

She needs to work on her hygiene. I should help her.

The kitchen smelled of burnt toast, jam and tea as the three of them sat down for breakfast--the kids had eaten and were watching tv.

"How was your first night, 'Chelle?" Jess asked her, trying to start a conversation if David wouldn't.

"Great thanks! I slept like a log. I had a really weird dream though. I dreamt I was laid on a beach and a wave splashed over me. I could've sworn I could taste the salt when I woke up."

She fucking didn't!David thought.

Probably because you're a sweaty skank! Where did that thought come from?Jess flushed slightly, before she noticed David coughing--tea dribbling out of his mouth.

Jess shook her head.What is wrong with him at the moment? Constantly coughing or gulping. I wonder if he's coming down with something.

"I'm heading up to brush my teeth then I'm going to put some washing in. Michelle, is there anything you need cleaning?" Jess asked.

"Er... yes. With packing I didn't get to the laundrette so I haven't really got any clean clothes other than work clothes. Do you have a top I can borrow, Jess? I'll put the washing on--please. I'd like to help. Please?" Michelle played innocent perfectly.

"Well... er... my shape is...er... a bit different to... er," Jess spluttered.

"It's ok," Michelle said sadly, "I know they're ridiculous. I can't get a boyfriend because no one likes them and I can hardly ever find clothes." She slumped back into her chair.

"David will lend you a hoody... won't you, David?" Jess offered.

"No, I couldn't. I'll be fine." Michelle offered a weak refusal.

"Nonsense! David, go grab her a hoody."

"Sure? Any preference on colour? I have blue or black!" David joked.

"Normally I'd go for pink," David froze, "But either will be fine, thank you. Thanks, Jess," she said, offering her a beaming smile.

***

Thirty minutes later, Michelle was back in the kitchen, a big pile of washing in her arms, wearing a blue hoody and a white tennis skirt that reached her knees. Jess was upstairs, brushing her teeth and getting ready for the day and David was unloading the dishwasher.

Michelle dropped her washing in front of the machine and came over. "Let me help... I need to learn where things go. What goes here?" she said, bending over and lifting her skirt up to show her bare pussy. "I think something big and thick goes up here doesn't it?" she said, spreading her lips, "Now where did I leave my big cock?" she asked, feigning innocence as she looked back at him. "Oh I remember! It's in here!"

David couldn't move--he couldn't believe this was happening in his kitchen, couldn't believe she was wearing his clothes, in his house. And his wife had suggested it all.

She pulled his semi-erect cock over the waistband of his shorts--surprised to find her pink thong knotted there.

"I... I didn't think you'd still wear it... my... my pink." she dragged him down into a quick passionate kiss. "We're... we are... I'm not just here for fun, I... I'm not just... you're...fuck. I'd better wash that." Michelle stammered, pink with embarrassment.

"I know," said David softly, "I know you're a good person--my good girl," he smiled wistfully. "It'll be hard bu--"

"It better be!" she interrupted, trying to lighten the mood.

The creak of the stairs sent them scurrying to opposite sides of the room.

***

Later that afternoon, Michelle and Jess were in the garden, pegging out the washing and chatting away--they had similar tastes in lots of things--and were discussing films. Both of them wanted to go see the new blockbuster.

"We should go tonight! I have a friend who I'm sure will babysit and the three of us can go see it!" Michelle said happily.

"That'd be great--we've not been to the cinema in ages. It's not really David's style of film so he'll be grumpy... maybe we should just go together--I'm sure he wouldn't mind."

No fucking way. He's coming whether he wants to or not.

"We can't do that! Let's ask him at least... I need to nip to the loo--back in two mins."

Jess watched her heading into the house.She's so sweet... but look at this underwear--it's not what decent people wear.

She looked at one of the bras.32H? Ugh--that's just too much for anybody to like... poor girl.

***

David was in the master bedroom setting up his desk when he heard the door opening behind him. Turning he was surprised to see Michelle rather than Jess.

"Wha--"

"Shh," she pushed him back onto the bed before straddling him, hands straight to his cock.

"Now. When you get asked about going to the cinema, you are going to say yes, understand?"

"Yes bu--"

"Good boy. I'll make it worth your while, promise." She pulled the hoody of his she was wearing up, revealing her tits, pulled his face into them and shook them. David was just recovering from being slapped around the face by her boobs when she kissed him, hands still stroking his cock.

Jumping off him, she pulled the hoody back down and headed to the door, pausing in the doorway to look at him.

"I... I love... your cock. You know that? Right?" she looked at him.

Is she scared? She's not scared of anything... is she?

"I know, Michelle, and I love your--"

She walked off with a huff of frustration.

What the fuck?

***

The kids had been bathed and put to bed when Jess went off for a shower and to get ready for the cinema. David was already changed and Michelle was going as she was--her clothes still on the line outside. They were sitting at either ends of the sofa, Saturday night TV on.

"Michelle... about earl--"

"Shut up, we've got to be quick!" she ordered.

"Er... okay," he grinned, unbuttoning his fly, as Michelle straddled him.

Lifting the hoody to expose her tits, she pulled his face to her nipple--he began to lick and nibble greedily--then freed his hardening cock before using both hands to twist and pull at his rapidly thickening length.

Michelle pulled his tip up the length of her slit--smearing his leaking precum along her lips--before pushing her hips down and taking him deep.

As she slowly reached the bottom of his cock, she put a hand in his hair, and pulled him away from her tits before kissing him.

"I fucking love your cock. Nothing fills me like it," she whispered to him as he began slamming up into her.

"Give me... that cock... it's... all I... need," she panted as she rode him on his family sofa.

Michelle sped up, slamming down onto him, sofa creaking with every thrust. "Try and keep me quiet," she hissed, hand reaching behind, fingernails raking his balls. "Or she'll hear us."

David's eyes widened -- the patter of the shower was just audible over the tv--but Jess would hear the sofa creaking as soon as she stepped out.

Michelle rode him harder, grinding her clit against him, fingernails teasing him.

"You like this?" she whispered. "Fucking me on your sofa? You love my cunt don't you?"

He nodded, loving the feeling building inside him, loving the feeling of her clamping down on him.

David's thick cock was sending waves of pleasure through her body from her pussy, she could feel his veins throbbing inside her, scraping at the sensitive walls.

"Good boy," she breathed. "Fill me. Give me everything." she begged as her climax arrived.

Michelle clenched hard around him, orgasm hitting her -- body shaking as she slumped forward, biting his shoulder.

David followed instantly -- thrusting hard and deep, cock spraying a huge load deep inside her, as she milked him dry.

They held together, breathing ragged.

The shower cut off upstairs.

Michelle lifted off slowly, cum already leaking down her thigh. She straightened the skirt, looked down at him, eyes pained.

"I love your cock" she said, voice flat.

She walked away toward the stairs, leaving a small wet spot on the sofa cushion.

David stared at it, heart pounding.

***

David has been surprised when Nikki had turned up to babysit the kids, Michelle greeting her with a big hug and shared giggles but he'd tried to ignore it. Michelle walking off from the bedroom was playing on his mind, leaving him distracted.

The three of them were queuing for their tickets and were the next ones to be served--Jess wanted sweet popcorn, Michelle had winked at him when saying she preferred it salty.

I don't get her today at all.

Making their way into the screen, Michelle and Jess walked ahead of him, chatting excitedly about the film and made their way to the seats. Jess went into the aisle first, Michelle following until Jess sat down. "Oh sorry, I didn't think--I'll swap with David." Michelle offered apologetically.

"No it's fine--he'll just ask what's going on so it'd be nice to sit next to someone who might have a clue!" Jess joked.

David shrugged and sat down, Michelle between them. Settling back he munched on his popcorn, watched the trailers and tuned out of what they were chatting about.

Why do I feel she's mad with me? I've done everything she's asked... She's even here at the cinema in my hoody.

As the lights went down for the start of the movie, he felt her hand touch his thigh, moving upwards.

Oh okay... Here's my reward. She's going to get me arrested!He grinned in the darkness.

When her hand found his, he started to move it to his cock but she just sighed and held his hand. Like they were normal. And decent. And a couple. Liking the feelings it raised, he held her hand.

Tenderly.

Decently.

Midway through the film, Michelle leaned over to him to whisper in his ear: "Nikki is your reward, Big Cock. You're going to give her a lift home. Jess will suggest it. Or I will if she doesn't take the hint. And you're going to fuck her while she FaceTimes me so I can watch. Aren't you?" she squeezed his hand.

"I... yes, I am" he whispered back, sickness spreading through his stomach.

Jess looked over, puzzled. "You were right--he has no clue does he?" Michelle reassured her.

I'm not that man. But I will be.

For her.

Fuck.