Chapter 35

John lounged on the bed, flipping channels between CNN and the Weather Channel. He knew that Anita was up to something but didn’t know what. Certainly, the gleam in her eyes earlier had been interesting. He still wore his slacks, and his shirt was open, although he had kicked off his shoes and peeled off his socks. A tap on the door focused his attention away from the television. “Door’s open,” he called out.

The door popped open, and Phoebe stepped inside. She had changed into a short and opaque robe but was still wearing the ankle-strapped high heels she had worn while serving dinner. “Can I come in?” she asked.

“Sure. What’s up?”

Phoebe shut the door behind her and came over to the bed, sitting down on it and twisting around to face the houseguest. “Well, I figured you were all by yourself tonight, and I was wondering if you might like some company.”

John sidled over on the bed to make room for the busty little cook. “Please, make yourself comfortable.”

“Thank you.” Phoebe loosened the belt to her robe and pulled it off. Underneath she was wearing a small baby-doll nightgown, with a loose crop top held together by a single tie, and matching panties that were crotchless.

John smiled as he took in her appearance. “So, where is everybody?” he asked.

“Hmm, well, Jeanine and Tony are in their room, practicing for their honeymoon...”

“They’re engaged?” asked John, startled.

“Oh, yeah, they’re getting married this summer,” said Phoebe. She reached over and pulled John’s shirt off and tossed it aside. “Now, let’s see, where was I ... oh, yeah! The Jensons are playing host and hostess to the twins...”

“God, what are those two up to now?”

“Anal Sex 101,” she replied. John began sputtering, to which Phoebe said, “Hey, you asked.” She unzipped John’s pants, and he flipped the remote off and placed it on the nightstand, then pulled his slacks off. His cock waved gloriously erect. “And your wife is up to something with Reeves.”

“What?” John reached out and caressed a large breast through the miniscule top.

Phoebe waved a finger at him in admonition. “No, no, no! That would be telling. Trust me, I’m sure she’ll find it both decadent and delightful. Jealous?”

“I think if I was going to be jealous, I would have done that earlier this week,” he answered. John cupped both breasts and began fondling the young woman’s nipples.

Phoebe sighed contentedly and began gently stroking his cock. “Mmmm, maybe so. So, anyway, I thought, since you’re all alone, and I was all alone, why not come up and see if we could be not so alone.” She moved alongside him and straddled his waist. Raising up on her knees, she reached down and opened the crotch of her panties, exposing her moist and hot pussy lips.

John aimed his cock upwards and held it in place as the girl sank backwards onto him. “Good idea!”

Phoebe moaned in quiet contentment as the houseguest’s oversized cock stretched her cunt pleasantly. She smiled as she moved over him, her pussy spasming as she orgasmed. “That is so very, very nice,” she purred.

John guided the young cook’s hips as she moved atop him. He was almost biting his lip trying to keep from cumming himself. Slowing her hip motions, he reached up to cup and fondle her abundant titflesh, but this was the wrong move. Phoebe gasped and began shaking, bouncing on the cock trapped inside her, and forced John over the edge. Back arching, he groaned and spewed his jism upwards into her pulsing channel.

Phoebe collapsed onto his chest and moaned. “Oh, God that was good!” she whispered, then rolled to his side.

John’s chest was heaving with his exertion, but he grunted out his agreement. He wrapped an arm around the curvy cook’s shoulders, and she snuggled up against his side. “Can I ask you something?”

Phoebe shrugged and looked up at him. “Sure. What?”

“How long have you been working for the Jensons? I mean, you can’t be all that old...”