Chapter 107

That was all well and good, exciting in its own right, but it was nothing compared to the electric shock being sent through my cock at that moment. There was a mane of blonde hair draped over my thighs, covering the eager mouth of Rita Johnson as she gave me a sloppy, desperate blow job.

Jess was at Summers's house for one of their weekly trysts, which still came at a lucrative $2,000 per meeting, and I was tickled when Rita texted me out of the blue to say her husband was out of town, and she needed some fun. It had been months since I'd seen her. She had almost tackled me onto the couch when I greeted her at the door, immediately begging to give me head.

"Well, it's good to see you, too, Rita," I said as she slobbered on my cock. The white t-shirt dress she wore rode up her thighs. Her legs, shapely from her frequent tennis matches, had a golden hue from the sun.

She pulled back and attacked my face with an aggressive kiss. I'd never