Exchange 3
As Jessie slips out the door, Lila steps in and takes Clayton into another dimension
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I got up from the bathroom floor feeling embarrassed and yet motioned for Lila to join me on the sofa in the living room. “Can I, uh, get you something to drink?”
Nothing happened, right? Just me on my knees, licking my wife’s vagina when you walked in.
“Sure. Tea sounds just fine.”
“Hot?”
“Yes, please.”
Sipping tea and talking sounded innocent but the thought of Lila holding a steaming cup to her lips and gazing at me had an amazing sensual vibe. She was different than Jessie who didn’t sit in one place very long.
“Chamomile?” I called out from the kitchen.
“My favorite.”
“It’s a great stress reliever.” I filled the hot water kettle and pressed on.
Lila’s giggle was as cute as her form in the sweater dress. “You’re stressed?”
I poked my head around the wall to the living area. “My shock from being caught is settling.”
“Us women are a lot of work, huh?”
“And full of surprises.”
“Didn’t Jessie warn you?”
“No, that would have ruined her fun.” I stepped back into the kitchen, poured the tea for both of us, and brought Lila her cup and mine. She sat with her legs curled beneath her lap and it struck me why that was such a turn on.
She had an innate softness. If Lila was a cat, then she would be the slinky, soft kitten type and Jess would have been the more rambunctious, swinging-from-the-curtains cat.
“Here you are.” I struggled to keep a casual tone and decided I’d figure out what was happening even though I secretly wanted my hands and mouth all over Lila.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
“The perfect gentleman.”
It was my turn to laugh. “You’re kidding, right?”
“No.”
“Maybe you’re half right. After having sex with you, I felt like I should write you a letter, or send you a card or—” Watching Lila sip her tea and studying her thighs caused something to strike me. “Is that your fantasy?”
“What?”
“Being with a perfect gentleman?”
Her cheeks turned slightly red like her hands were caught in the cookie jar. “Why do you ask that?”
“I think you gave yourself away.”
“It was nice of you to make tea.”
“What am I supposed to do with a surprise guest? Throw you onto the bed and strip you naked before fucking you roughly?”
Lila was relaxed. “Could be exciting.”
