Chapter 73

I put on a robe. It didn't do much to hide the fact I had a huge woody, but I wasn't getting dressed if I could help it. I looked outside, and it was Brenda Carlyle. Wonderful. I let her in and she took immediate note of my erection, a small gasp escaping before she'd said a word.

"You're so big," she sputtered.

"I wake up with morning wood. Is there something you need, Brenda?"

"I decided to take you up on your offer of a date."

"You couldn't call, or did you want to see if I was fucking Mrs. Smith?" I didn't give her a chance to answer. "Take off your clothes."

"What?"

"If all we're going to be to each other is fuck buddies, I need to see what I'm going to be fucking."

"Excuse me?"

"Strip."

"Is there someone else at home?"

"Mrs. Smith is home. I believe she's getting dressed. Don't worry about her. She fucks her husband in front of me all the time. About time I turned the tables on her. I need some way to relieve m