When my wife suggested that we rent out the guest rooms above the garage to a college student it sounded like a good idea. It was very much like a small apartment, with a bedroom, bathroom, and small living room. No kitchen of course, but we could share ours and it seemed like a good way to make a little extra every month. We'd only recently gotten married and had just bought the house, so we could use the money.
Being my wife's 'project' as it were, I left the details up to her. I was working hard at my new job anyway. We were both just twenty-six then and recently graduated from the university ourselves, so we thought we had a pretty good idea of what we were getting into, at least so far as having a college kid living with us.
"Guess what today is," my pretty wife said, smiling at me over our small dinner.
She looked beautiful to me, although most people would think her pretty, or cute, rather than stunning. Evelyn is petite, just over five feet tall with thick blonde hair falling around her heart shaped face. A pert little nose, bright blue eyes, and a playful smile gave her face a wonderful animation that made her popular with her many friends. Her tight body, athletic with firm breasts and a perfect ass, made her popular with the boys. I always counted my blessings that she'd married me.
"Hmmm ... Thursday?" I smiled back, having a pretty good idea, but enjoying this small game.
"Heh!" Eve stuck the tip of her tongue out at me. "It's O Day."
"Oh." I nodded slowly. "Already?"
"Already?" She rolled her eyes and giggled. "Have you been doing something you shouldn't?"
"Me? Not a chance," I promised. "I've been saving it up, believe me."
"I hope so," Eve sighed softly. "I really want to make a baby tonight."
"Me too, honey." I reached across the table to hold her hand.
O Day was short for Ovulating Day, or Orgasm Day, or just ... Oh God! Day, depending on our mood. We'd been trying to get pregnant for almost four months and the problem wasn't with Evelyn, it was my low sperm count. She was taking fertility pills anyway though, and I'd been abstaining from sex for a month, not even jerking off in the shower, in the hopes of increasing our chances by volume if nothing else. That was incredibly frustrating just because Eve was so incredibly sexy. Sleeping next to her every night for almost four weeks, able to do little more than kiss her and give her oral pleasure until I fell asleep afterwards with a painful hard-on, was well ... Painful.
We weren't going to get much sleep this night, we both knew that, and we were looking forward to it. I was going to make love to my wife and fill her with as much sperm as I could, three or four times at least, probably more. I really wanted this to work because waiting another month before trying again would be torture.
About the time we were just finishing our dinner, the doorbell rang. When I answered it, I was more than a little surprised to find a lovely young woman standing on our doorstep. She stood very tall, with brownish red hair and pretty brown eyes, dressed casually in a dark skirt and yellow blouse that did nothing to hide her wonderful figure. That's the problem with going a month without ejaculating, my dick got hard every time I saw a girl even remotely attractive and this girl looked gorgeous.
I greeted her with an awkward silence, unable to keep my eyes from moving up and down her body. Until she spoke, I was only barely aware that she was giving me a look as well.
"Hi there," she said with a smile, lifting her eyebrows as my instant arousal must have been obvious. I blushed furiously and stumbled out of my unexpected trance.
"Hi," I said dumbly. "Uh..."
"I'm Stacy." She licked her red pouting lips. "I'm here about the apartment?"
"What? Oh, sure. Yeah," I agreed with a hard swallow. "That's, uh, my wife is doing that, er, I mean it's her ... thing. Yeah."
"Who is it, Dave?" my wife called from the kitchen.
"Um, it's someone for the apartment," I replied, clearing my throat. I still hadn't introduced myself or even asked the girl to step inside.
"Oh! Well, can you show it to him? I'm still cleaning up in here."
"It's a wo..." My horny male instincts changed my mind. Eve didn't need to know the person was a girl, a young and very attractive woman. "Sure. I'll handle it, dear."
"Dave?" Stacy was still smiling and the amused look on her face told me this wasn't the first time a man had fallen all over himself in front of her.
"Yeah. Sorry, I'm ... Dave." I shrugged and wondered if my face looked as red as it felt. "I'll, uh ... I'll show you the apartment. Let's go this way."
I decided to take Stacy around the outside of the house, rather than through the kitchen. My brain just wasn't working right and in my defense I'll say I had no plans for cheating on my wife. Obviously I was totally in love with Eve, this was just a man thing. It's in our DNA. The desire just to look at a pretty girl and be close to her, even if you know nothing is going to happen. It's fun and nice and I had a serious hunch that if my wife caught sight of Stacy, she'd change her mind about renting the apartment. The house just wasn't big enough for temptation like that and no woman ever really trusts her husband, not enough to let a beautiful coed share her kitchen.
So I was just getting a good look, that's all. Locking Stacy away in my memory along with all the other women I'd seen but couldn't have. The girl did her part, believe me, with her eyes and that smile. Jesus. I wondered if she practiced those looks in a mirror or something. More than her sexy body, or even her beautiful face, Stacy possessed an attitude, a countenance that just made you want to throw her down on the floor and...
" ... and this is it." I unlocked the door and pushed it open, stepping inside the small living room as Stacy followed me.
"Nice." She looked around the room, which we'd furnished with old, comfortable furniture. Stacy tilted her head towards the opposite door. "What's in there? The bedroom?"
"Uh ... Right. The bedroom." I cleared my throat. "Bathroom too. Uh, no tub I'm afraid, just a shower, but..."
"Let's take a look," she suggested playfully. "I hope it's a big bed."
"Yeah." I thought I had enough memories by then, but Stacy was already moving and I followed her like a lost puppy.
"Ohhh ... This is a nice bed." She sat on it and the bed wasn't large, just a twin mattress, but already made-up and comfortable enough.
"The bathroom is..." I gestured towards an open door.
"Hmmm..." Stacy sighed, laying back on the bed and bringing her leather heels up, with her knees bent and slightly spread. Her skirt rode high along the girl's smooth thighs and I blinked at her.
"We should..." I wasn't ever going to finish another sentence with Stacy around.
"Shhh ... You want me, don't you, Dave?" She crooked a finger at me and I felt a chill run up my spine.
"W-What?" I could barely breathe.
"Don't tease me. Come here ... Close to the bed, let's see what you have for me," Stacy whispered in a husky voice, reaching for me, grabbing my trousers by the pockets and pulling me towards her. I hadn't realized I stood so close to the bed and I wondered how I'd gotten there.
"Stacy, this isn't ... I'm married..."
"So?" She giggled. "That just makes it better, don't you think?"
Her laughter sounded like glass breaking in my heart and it made my knees almost buckle. This wasn't fair at all, I thought. A girl like this shouldn't have so much power over me. I loved Evelyn; I didn't want to cheat on her. I just wanted to look and be teased, and say goodbye to the woman who was unzipping my pants, reaching inside to find my aching cock. What was I doing? I felt the adrenalin coursing through my veins, it was fight or flight time and I wasn't running. Why not? Was I crazy, or just stupid? It was O Day, I was going to have all the sex a man could want in another hour or two ... I didn't need this!
But I wanted it.
All of my male instincts were telling me to mate with this girl. Eve wouldn't have to know. I hadn't cum in a month, there was plenty to go around. I'd still be able to get it up later, a lot of times, and my wife wouldn't ever have to know a thing. I could have sex with this gorgeous coed and then tell her that she had to go. The apartment was rented, I just remembered. Sorry about that. I could tell her it was a mistake. I was sorry, but she had to leave and never, ever come back. But if she stayed ... Oh my! What would that be like? Having my faithful wife in the house and this hot little slut living above the garage. I'd be in heaven.
I'd be insane. I'd be divorced. I'd be miserable and I knew it.
"Mmmm ... Not too big, not too small..." Stacy had my cock free and I groaned with pleasure as I watched her hands stroking it slowly. "Just right, Baby Bear."
All my thoughts were lost as the girl moved, bringing her mouth to my throbbing manhood, kissing the tip lightly with her moist lips and then licking all around it so that I shivered and rocked forward on my toes. I wanted to be in her mouth suddenly, I had to feel her hot and wet around me, and Stacy seemed more than eager. She took my cockhead between her tightly stretched lips, washing my penis with her tongue, and all I could do was close my eyes and arch my back against the pleasure.
.... There is more of this story ...