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“A Good News Day” was originally posted on author, Al Boudreau’s site for Erotica in the Cage, a 24 hour writing competition. I didn’t win, but it was a great experience.

I’ve reposted here for your reading enjoyment.

Stay sexy,

eden

I was horny as I drove home after work. A scorcher of a day, it had been a real letdown not to see Jessica in the office. With Chelsea away for the weekend, I was looking forward to spending some time with the guys from the newsroom, but it was Jessica I really wanted to be with. She wrote the sex column for the paper, and I covered politics. We talked daily, and I found her openness and knowledge of the world to be a real turn-on. I loved Chelsea, but she didn’t always stimulate me mentally. On the few occasions she met my co-workers, she appeared a bit intimidated, though she and Jess seemed to get along fine.

Arriving home to find the elevator broken again, I dragged my ass up the four flights of stairs. By the time I reached our apartment, sweat was streaming down my face. When I opened the door, the scent of jasmine hit me. That was odd ­­as it was not Chelsea’s perfume. I didn’t think twice about it and kicked off my shoes in the middle of the living room. Without Chelsea at home for the weekend, I could at least let loose for a couple of days. As I entered the bedroom, I pulled off my T-shirt, flipped on the light, and was startled to see dark, long tresses peeking out from underneath the covers.

“Babe, what are you still doing here?” I asked.

“Well hello, sweet thing,” Jessica said as she rolled over and eyed me up and down.

“Jessica, what the…?” My heart began to race as the blood rushed to my loins. “What are you doing here? How the hell did you get in?”

She crawled out from under the covers wearing only a one-piece black negligee. The flimsy material couldn’t hide her full, round breasts nor the fact that she had nothing else on underneath.

“Surprise, Vince,” she purred, moving toward me, “I hope you’re happy to see me.”

I was suddenly aware I was shirtless as she traced her fingers across my damp chest, circling my nipples.

“Jess, how did you get in?”

“Details, details, you newsmen always need to know the facts. Isn’t it good enough that I’m here?”

“Yes, but…”

Jessica continued to stroke my chest. I couldn’t deny how sexy it felt to have her breasts pushed against me, but I wanted the details. I was a reporter after all, and I had to know the answers. How did she get in the apartment? Did Chelsea know about this? Was I being set up? My mind raced through all the possible scenarios until I felt Jess tugging at my belt, loosening the buckle.

“Come on Vince, you want me. I know you do.” Her breath was soft and hot near my ear.

“Jess, there’s no man on earth who wouldn’t want you, but Chelsea—”

“Forget about Chelsea. She’s not here, I am!”

Her words shook me out of my foggy state, and I backed away. “Jessica, I’m sorry. I’m not sure what you were thinking by coming here, but I can’t do this.”

“You can’t, or you won’t?” She stepped back and slid the thin straps of her negligee down her shoulders, allowing the delicate material to fall to the floor.

My jaw dropped as I stared at the beauty in front of me. Jessica cupped a breast in each hand and fondled herself, pulling on her nipples until they were long and hard. She moved to some imagined music, swaying her hips in an enticing dance, trailing her right hand down her stomach, and then lower toward her pussy… my god…her pussy. Puffy lips covered in wisps of dark hair could not conceal the slit that had already parted, its moisture an open invitation.

“Jess …” My mouth went dry.

“Look at me Vince, and tell me you don’t want me.” She moaned as she brazenly pleasured herself.

My cock strained against my pants as I wrestled with doing the right thing. Jessica was my fantasy girl, but Chelsea was my love. I couldn’t believe what I was about to say.

“Jess, I’m going to take a cold shower now. As much as I want you, and believe me, I do want you, I can’t. I’m sorry.”

Jessica’s expression suddenly changed to pouty disappointment. She bent over slowly, exposing her full ass cheeks and picked up her negligee. My cock was bursting as I watched her slip the garment back over her ample breasts.

“Fine, Vince. Go and take your cold shower.”

* * * *

I heard a door slam after I got in the shower and could tell Jess was not used to being rejected. It took several minutes of the water hitting my cock before my hard-on subsided. Jessica was unbelievably hot, and she had basically offered herself to me. What the fuck was I thinking by turning her down?

I stood under the cold shower until I was numb and then turned off the taps. As I finished toweling off, there was a knock on the door. Damn, Jess had not left after all. I wrapped the towel tightly around my waist and braced myself for a confrontation. When I swung open the door, Chelsea stood in front of me. She was naked and had a grin on her face.

“Hi honey,” she said.

“Jesus! Chelsea, when did you get home? I thought…” Then I saw her—Jessica in the background walking up behind Chelsea, herself naked, and wrapping an arm around my girlfriend’s waist. The two of them seemed like the best of friends, smiling and writhing their bodies against one other.

“Hi again, Vince,” Jess said.

I couldn’t believe my eyes. Was I dreaming? “Will somebody please tell me what’s going on?”

Chelsea planted her lips on mine and gave me a long, passionate kiss that sent shivers down my back. Jessica’s warm body was also pressed against me as she nibbled on my earlobe. I grabbed both women around their waists, moving my kisses from one to the other. I got confirmation I wasn’t dreaming when Chelsea ripped off my towel and pulled me toward the bed, leading me by my hard-on.

“I know we’ve been together nine years Vince, but I’ve still got a few tricks up my sleeve. Jess and I have been friends for awhile, and this is a fantasy of mine.”

“I had no idea,” I said as I positioned myself on my back while both women crawled into bed on either side of me. Where Jessica had round buxom breasts, Chelsea had smaller plum-shaped upturned ones. Her pussy was clean shaven and it looked more swollen now than I’d ever seen it.

“I was attracted to Jess,” Chelsea said, “but I had to know she wasn’t going to be a threat to our relationship. The fact that you could resist her proved it.”

Chelsea got up and positioned her pussy over my rock-hard cock, teasing me as she gyrated her hips just enough to allow the tip to touch her. I groaned with desire to feel more as Jess moved beside Chelsea, and they massaged each other’s breasts. The sight of two women kissing each other while one hovered over me was almost enough to make me unload right there. For a few agonizing moments, all I could do was watch until my cock disappeared inside Chelsea’s hot, wet cunt.

As Chelsea bounced on top of me, Jessica crawled up the bed and offered me her breasts. I grabbed them and buried my face in her cleavage, kissing her perfect mounds.

“So, Mr. Hardcore Newsman,” she said, “do you still need more details, or is this enough for now?”

She whimpered, and I sucked her erect nipples deep into my mouth. “I’m fine now,” I managed to say before she repositioned herself, straddling my chin with her knees on either side of my head, facing Chelsea as they reached out to touch each other’s breasts.

“Good,” Jessica said, “because I’m going to sit on your face now, and I don’t want to hear another word out of you.”