Chapter 1
"You through for the day?" Sally asked him, as she knocked on his office door, then stuck her head in, without even waiting for him to respond. That was her usual habit, and Robert was used to her doing that.
"Almost," he said to her. "I just want to look over this letter you typed."
He smiled when she closed the office door, stepping inside so she could lean back against it. His eyes wandered up and down his hot blonde secretary's body.
And he sure as hell loved what he saw. She was wearing a tight pull-over blouse, and her huge tits were pressing against the stretch fabric. He knew she was wearing a bra, because it was office policy, but even with her bra on, he could see the outline of her nipples. They looked so thick and long in their stiff state.
Sally also wore a skirt, also tight, than came down to her crotch. In fact, when she raised her arms a little bit, her skirt seemed to slide right up her thighs. As she did that now, in Bobby's office, he could see part of her blue panties.
There was a definite stain in the crotch a wet stain, and the brown-haired man was quite sure that his secretary was turned on, and, once again, hot for him.
He slid his chair under his desk a little bit further, so as not to allow her to see the stiffening bulge in his pants. The last thing in the world that he wanted at the moment was to let her know how turned on he was.
"What's the matter?" she asked. "You don't trust my typing?"
"Huh?" was his natural response, as he was quite turned on to her hot looks, and quite sure that she was trying to turn him on, with her arm raised so her blouse pressed tighter against her tits and her panties showed.
"You're proofing my letter, Bobby. Don't you believe that I typed it without a mistake?"
"Of course I do, but still..." he started to say to her.
But he stopped. Because as he started to talk, he saw the way she moved her hand to one of her tits, and started to scratch it through her blouse. He saw how her fingers were first scratching her tit mound, then moving closer to the outline of her nipple that he could see, and it sure as hell looked hot.
He watched as she started to pinch her nipple just a little bit, but still enough to make him hotter than he already was.
Though he was dying to slide his hand under the desk, right to his hard dick bulge, he didn't do that. He knew that if he made the attempt, with Sally in the room, she would see what he was doing and insist that she help him. That, of course, meant she'd probably want to go down on him.
But more than likely, Bobby imagined, she would probably want to take his hard dick for a ride. She had let him know as much, on many occasions.
So he sat there with both hands holding the letter she had typed, and he could feel the way he was gripping the paper. He thought he might even tear it.
"What's the matter, Bobby?" Sally asked him then. "Can't even finish a sentence."
"Huh?" he asked her. "Of course I can. I mean, I..."
Bu he stopped once again, because he could see the way she was starting to slide her other hand down to her short skirt. She slid her hand right to her crotch (as her tit-playing hand continued to do its work) and started to rub her panties, which were now showing because her hand had pushed her skirt up.
She began to press her hand right up against her panties, pushing some of the blue fabric into her cunt.
Bobby sat there, turned on, and open-mouthed, and he did slide his hand toward his cock shaft. He began to stroke himself through his pants, still keeping himself positioned so that his crotch was under his desk.
He watched as Sally tugged on her panties, pulling the fabric out of her pussy, and when he saw those blue panties, he was even more turned on. He could see that there was an even bigger wet stain in the front. In fact, the whole front part of her panties which had been between her cunt lips and in her cunt, only a few seconds ago, was now one big soaked wad of panty fabric.
Bobby could feel his mouth watering, but he tried not to lick his lips.
"Oooh," Sally moaned softly, "after a long day at work, I just need to relax. Some of my friends rush home and smoke a joint. Others go out to a bar and have a coupla drinks. But neither one of those ways works for me."
"Well, what does work for you?" he asked Sally.
"Mmmmmm, what doesn't work for me?" she asked, and by that, she was probably referring to anything that was sexual. Bobby was sure that Sally not only loved sucking dick and having her cunt eaten, but also riding a cock, having the man on top of her so he was doing the fucking, and most likely, even taking a prick up her ass.
He didn't know for sure; the two of them had never talked about it.
As she kept leaning back against the door, she slid her long red-nailed fingers into her panties, and began to run them up and down her cunt lips. At least that was what Bobby thought she was doing. With her fingers in her panties, he couldn't really see what they were doing but he could see the impression they were making against her panties.
Then, he saw the bulge in her panties seem to disappear a little bit.
The hot, big-titted, stiff-nippled blonde started to moan a little bit more, and Bobby knew that the reason the bulge was disappearing a little bit was because she was starting to slide a few of her fingers into her cunt.
She even began to wiggle her hips back and forth a little bit, and he knew that she was fucking her own fingers.
He slid his fingers to the base of his cock bulge, and pinched himself as hard as he possibly could, thinking about even trying o make his fingers meet at the base. The idea, of course, was to try to keep himself from shooting off.
"Oooh, Bobby, I'm starting to feel more relaxed," Sally said. "You could probably make me feel even more, more relaxed, if you wanted to."
He saw the way she started to slide her panties down in the front. This was farther than she had ever gone before. He saw the top part of her blonde-haired pubic triangle, and the hairs looked like they were almost golden.
He saw the way some of them were tangled, and even though he was sitting pretty far away from her (at least fifteen feet or so) behind his desk, he could smell that womanly scent permeating the air and starting to move in his direction.
Bobby tried not to inhale too deeply, because he knew he shoot right off if he were to do something like that. Instead, he just kept watching her.
She slid her panties almost all the way down in front, so he could see that she had three of her fingers buried in her pussy. She began to slide them in and out, and he saw the wet come coating building up on her wiggling digits.
"At least let me see you," she moaned softly. "It really is the very least you can do. At least let me have a look at that hard dick of yours."
He did start to think about it. His cock was really quite turned on this time probably more turned on that it had ever been during one of these after-working hours encounters with Sally. He had never let her touch his dick during one of these encounters in fact, he had never even let her see it.
"I don't think so, Sally," he said to her. "That would be cheating."
"Jesus, Bobby, it's not cheating to let someone see your dick."
"The more you talk about it, the less turned on I'm getting."
When he said that, he thought he had her. It was not true at all. He loved his hard dick, and was really quite proud of it. He had been involved in a lot of group sexual encounters, years back, before he had met and married Tina, and during those encounters he'd had a chance to see other hard male dicks.
The only interest he'd had in them was their size, at least in comparison to his own size. During those group encounters, Bobby had come to realize that he had quite a large prick. He had never come across any other man during any of those hot orgies (where sometimes a woman was getting fucked by three dicks at once) who had a dick as long and as thick as his own cock.
He knew that Sally would be quite impressed. In fact, he was sure that she would be so impressed that she would want to do something with his cock. She would want to probably suck it, or probably sit on it. But something.
And he was a happily married man, and he and his wife had made a vow with each other never to cheat. They were still both hot for each other, and their sex life was still as fantastic as it had been when they first got married.
So Bobby did not want to get into cheating with his secretary.
He loved his wife much too much, and knew that he could always save the huge load that he had for her, when he got home later.
Sally was still sliding her fingers in and out of her cunt. She was licking her lips a hell of a lot now, too, and she did remind Bobby of Tina, at least in the sense that both of the women were hot, big-titted blondes.
The only thing was, he knew Tina would never put on a show like this for him. Of course, he had never really asked her. When they were both naked, they were usually too busy touching each other and working each other over, and that kept them from sitting back and taking in the other's hot, hot body.
When Sally began to walk closer to him, he thought about wheeling his chair back against the wall, as a kind of way to back away from her. He did realize that he would be making himself more vulnerable that way.
After all, he'd be exposing his crotch for her to see and get a grip on.
Instead, he pushed himself under his desk a little bit more, so that his crotch and his squeezing hand was right under the oak wood desk. Sally had never come this close to him before. She moved right over to his desk, and placed her hot little ass on the edge of it, inches away from him, facing him.
She had her skirt pulled all the way up over her hips, and her naked cunt was only a few inches away from him. Her strong, arousing aroma was starting to make his dick throb, even though he was squeezing the base harder than ever.
Then, he saw her pulling her tight blouse right up over her tits. She did it in a matter of seconds, then yanked her bra cups down below her stiff nippled boobs.
"Now how can you resist me, Bobby?" she asked. "Aren't I tantalizing?"
"You're everything I could want in a woman, if I wasn't married," he said.
She was sliding her fingers in and out of her cunt at a steady rate now, and when he said that to her, he could tell that she was upset, but only a little. She tried not to let it show as she kept sliding her fingers.
"Well, you know you could have any part of me. You could have my mouth. You could fuck my hot cunt. Look how juicy it is. And you know something? It's as tight as it is juicy. What do you think about that? Or you could fuck my ass, you know.
"Or you know what else you could fuck? You could slide your dick between my tits and I could press them together, and you could fuck them. Did you ever think about sliding your dick back and forth between a lady's tits? I'd keep them pressed together real right. Real, real tight, to make it as hot as a pussy.
"And I'd keep my tongue stuck out as low as I could, so if you'd thrust up real high your dick head would get a feel of my mouth. Doesn't that sound hot, Bobby? You could fuck my tits and my mouth at the same time."
He was squeezing his cock so hard that it hurt. Her words were turning him on even more than the look of her hot body, and the smell of it. She leaned forward, as if she was trying to look and see his crotch. In doing so, her tits were inches away from his face. All he had to do was turn his head and open his mouth to make contact with her nipple. He tried to move away a little bit.
He wheeled himself back on his chair, and she immediately grabbed his crotch, pushing his own hand away. He tried to tell her not to.
Sally could sense the panic in him, and she did think it was strange. The very first time she had come into his office at the end of the day, and come on to him, he had panicked in the same kind of way.
He was a man who really seemed to want to be faithful to his wife, so much so, that he freaked out when another woman came on to him.
The first time she had entered his office, and had seen him freaking out, she had left. The next time, she had stood back near the door and started to masturbate for him, and though he had protested a little bit, he didn't get up and come over to try and stop her. He could have, she had known.
And because he did not, she figured that he liked it.
That masturbation ritual had gone on now for a few weeks, and though she enjoyed masturbating for him, she had yet to see what his dick looked like. Of course she wanted to have his hard cock in her pussy.
But because she had waited so many weeks to make this move, she knew that she could probably wait a little bit longer, especially when she sensed that he was starting to freak out, the same way he had the first time.
"Bobby, don't worry," she said, in a soothing voice, blowing hot air near his crotch as she kept her hand there. "I won't do anything but jerk it off. I swear that I won't. And that won't be cheating. Why, I'm sure you probably jerk it off whenever we get together like this, as soon as I leave your office, that is.
"So just let me jerk it off for you, so you don't have to do it yourself. That's all I ask, Bobby. Believe me, it's not cheating. I won't tell a soul. And I'm sure that my hand will feel better than yours. And you can keep inhaling and taking in the scent of my hot pussy. I know that should turn you on."
While she was talking, she was starting to open his zipper, slowly but surely. He was so turned on by her words, that he didn't even feel it.
Then she slid her hand into his pants, and moved her fingers into the opening of his underwear, until she had his cock shaft in her hand.
She pulled it right out of his pants, wrapped her fingers around it, then started to pull him right out of his pants. Bobby gasped when she did it, though her hand felt real hot around his cock shaft.
She started to slide her tight gripping hand up and down his shaft, and as she did, she moved her mouth a little bit closer.
"No," he said, trying to pull back. "Don't touch it. Just jerk it. Don't touch it with your tongue. I don't want you to."
She could feel the way his cock was throbbing somewhat wildly in her hand, and she knew that he was about to come. His sense of panic, which had risen quite a lot in the last few seconds, did not seem to be detracting from the hardness of his cock. It was not like he was losing any blood, or anything like that.
"Just jerk it," he moaned softly. "That's all. It won't be cheating if you do that. I don't even know why I'm letting you do it, but do it anyway."
She began to come real hard, and her clit-tickling finger was massaging her clit back and forth, faster and faster. She knew that it was going to be a matter of seconds before his come shot out, and just as the first load did, she placed her tongue right against the cock head, near the slit.
She aimed his cock at her tongue, and as she kept jerking it, she was letting the cream land on her tongue. She looked up at him as load after load of his white come filled her and satisfied her, and she noticed the way he had his eyes clenched tight.
It was almost as if he was trying not to think of who was licking him.
That bothered Sally a little bit. She wanted him to know that it was her tongue taking all his come, and she was quite sure that he was probably thinking about his wife, fantasizing that it was Tina's tongue.
When all of his come seemed to have spurted out, she wrapped her lips around his cock head, and as she sucked, she started to swallow the loads that were already on her tongue. She let them slide down her throat gently.
"Mmmmm," Sally was moaning, and just then, he pulled back.
He pushed back with his feet, flat on the floor, and his chair went rolling back, far enough away so that his cock slipped out of her mouth, and also out of the grip of her hand. He had his eyes open as he did that.
"Sally, you promised," he said to her. "You promised you wouldn't do that."
"Oh Bobby, don't feel so uptight. That's ridiculous. Look, you started to come. Now what was I supposed to do? Let you shoot it all over your pants? I only took it in my mouth to keep you from staining your pants."
He paused for a second, as if he didn't know how to react to that remark. Then he started to smile a little bit. He stood up and stuffed his cock back into his pants.
'Well, if that's the only reason, it's fine," he told her. "Now get dressed because we both have to get out of here. Come on."
She stood up and started to fix her clothing. As she did, she could tell that he was already feeling guilty about the way she had wrapped her lips around his cock shaft, and she did think it was foolish for him to be getting upset about something so silly.
Of course, at the same time, she was also thinking about how they had finally gone one step further than those masturbation-voyeur scenes they'd been having.
It had been somewhat frustrating to have him jerking off under his desk all those times when she would lean back against the door and masturbate for him. She had been hoping that more would happen, and more had finally occurred.
In some ways, she was even more frustrated than usual, however. After all, she had held his dick in her hand. She had felt the heat of it. She had felt it throbbing when it was getting closer to shooting off.
She had tasted his come, and had loved it. And then, at least for a few brief seconds, she had tasted the flavor of his cock skin itself.
That taste had not been long enough for her, she was thinking. She really would have loved to slide her lips all the way down his shaft and feel the fat head in her throat. She would have loved to press her nose against his pubic patch and take in his strong male musk scent, to turn herself on even more.
Sally was hoping that now that she had broken the ice and jerked him off, he was going to let her do that from now on. And of course, she was so sure that it would lead to something more like having him deep in her throat, or deep in her pussy, which she was sure would be even better.
Bobby was reading over the letter she had typed by the time she was finished adjusting her clothing, and when he looked up at her, she sensed something.
It was almost as if he had blocked the whole encounter from his mind. He looked at her as if nothing had just happened between them.
"You know," Sally said, wanting to remind him, "I don't think I've ever seen a cock as beautiful as yours. And don't think that it's unmanly for me to refer to your cock as being beautiful. I don't think it's unmanly at all.
"See, some cocks are strange looking, and also taste strange, but yours doesn't fit into either category. Yours just looks so beautiful, and tastes real good, too. Bobby, I want you to know that I loved the taste of your dick more than any other dick I've ever had in my mouth. And that you're probably the biggest cock I've..."
"Shut up," he said, as he stood up and placed both of his hands flat on his desk, his facing flushing with red rage. "Just shut the hell up. I don't want to hear you ever talking about that again."
"But Bobby, there's nothing wrong with my having touched your cock..."
"I said shut the hell up, Sally," he told her. "You're never to talk about that again. Do you understand me? Not only that, but this is never going to happen again. Not the way it happened today, and not even the way it's been happening before. It's over between you and me. Over completely. Our relationship from now on is strictly business. Do you understand that, Sally?"
She felt like she was going to burst into tears. She couldn't believe that he was screaming at her that way. She remembered that after the first time, when she had stood back against the office door and played with her pussy for him, he had said pretty much the same thing. Only without the anger.
It was his anger that made her think he really meant it this time.
"Now get out of my office," he said to her. "Get out of here. I'll see you tomorrow morning. Have a nice evening, Sally."
"But aren't you going to go down in the elevator with me?"
"No," he said, curtly. "You go ahead. I'll see you tomorrow. And remember, if this even happens again, I'm going to fire you."
When she heard that, she turned and left his office, slamming the door behind her.
He stayed inside for at least ten minutes. For the first two, he could hear her sobbing on the other side of his office door, and though he wanted to open the door and apologize to her, he knew that doing that was as good as coming on to her.
Sally was the kind of girl who would take that apology the wrong way, take it as meaning that everything was all right and they were going to go even further than they had gone. But he was really serious.
When he heard the elevator door opening and closing, he knew that she had left, and he stepped out of his office, then went to the bathroom.
He pulled his pants down, then pulled hs underwear down, and leaned against the sink, so he could wash his cock off. He didn't want to leave any trace of what had happened, not even the smell of her perfume or the smell of her mouth.
Once he finished washing himself, he dried himself, then pulled up his pants. After a quick stop in the office to pick up his briefcase, he went to the elevator, and was soon down in the parking lot, driving home.
He couldn't wait to see Tina, his wife. He kept thinking that he was going to be overly nice to her, because of the guilt he was feeling.
After all, he had made a promise to her years back, and she had made a promise to him, too. From what she had told him about her sex life before they met, she had been as promiscuous as he had been, if not more. And so they had vowed to make it with only each other, and he had been faithful to his vow.
The thought of her learning about what had happened in his office scared him. He thought that Tina could easily go on a rampage and start to cheat on him.
When he got home, he could see her car in the driveway. He walked in through the kitchen door, and saw her by the oven. As he moved behind her, he pressed his groin against her ass cheeks, and started to grind himself there, jokingly.
"Hello, baby," he said, cupping her cheeks through her slacks.
"Bobby, I'm sorry," she said to him, right away. "I'm so sorry."
"Hey, what about?" he asked, feelia sense of relief. He had not been planning to say anything about Sally, though he did feel like being somewhat apologetic to her, because he knew what she had done.
But here she was, apologizing to him about something, and he didn't know what. But whatever it was, it eased the tension he was feeling.
"I just got home from work two minutes before you. I didn't know that it was going to turn into a full day. But Joe just got overloaded and asked me to stay later."
"Hey, that's okay," he laughed. "As long as he pays you for the time you worked."
"Oh, he pays me all right," she said, laughing. "But I didn't have time to put the roast in. I hope you don't mind a TV dinner."
If there was anything that he hated it was a TV dinner, but he said nothing about it. He just smiled, and told her he was going upstairs to shower.
After his shower, he slipped into a pair of shorts, then walked downstairs and made himself a drink. He was in the den drinking it when she walked in. He thought that Tina was acting rather strange, and attributed it to the fact that she was feeling guilty about her slip-up over dinner. He reassured her that it was okay.
As they waited for the dinners to be heated, he slid his hand down into her blouse and began to cup her breast. He could feel her nipple getting stiffer.
As he pinched it, he felt it throbbing back against his fingers, and he sure as hell loved the way that it felt. His cock was getting stiff again, and he was sure that she could see it, because of the shorts he was wearing.
She even turned her head and rested it against his hairy leg, and deep down, he was hoping she would suck him between her lips.
Then she spoke, softly, and somewhat alluringly. He had, deep down, been hoping that she would say something sexual, and was a little bit upset at what she said.
"Honey, you don't really mind if I work, do you?" she asked him.
"Not really. I thought we went through all this."
"We did," she told him. "But I remember you told me that it would be nice to have the extra money, but you don't mind my working, as long as it doesn't interfere with the things I'm supposed to do around the house. Is that right?"
"'Yes, it is," he said, sliding his hand out of her blouse, and moving it to her hair, he began to stroke her hair gently, and loved how soft it was.
"Well, today, for instance, I fucked up," she told him. "I should have been home in time, but Joe needed me to do extra work."
"Hey, I said it's fine," he told her. "I just don't want it happening too often. I hate the thought of TV dinners becoming my staple diet."
"Don't worry, that's not going to happen," she said, and as she smiled, she was looking right down at his cock bulge.
She licked her lips, and then she moved her mouth right over the bulge in his shorts. She started to slide her lips up and down his bulge, and he could feel the way she was exhaling hard, blowing heated air through the fabric of his shorts.
He felt the way his cock began to throb hard, and then felt her tugging at the front of his shorts to pull them down under his balls.
As she did, his dick stood right up, and he could feel her moving her tongue to his balls. She sucked both of them right between her lips, and started to flick her tongue back and forth over them. She grabbed his cock shaft and, holding it in her hand, began to rub it all over her face, loving it.
He could hear the way she moaned, and he liked the sound of that.
When she let his balls fall from her mouth, she licked her way up along the underside of his cock shaft. Then she started to open her mouth wide, and she slid her lips right down his shaft, taking him all the way in.
Bobby felt the way his wife gagged around his cock head, but when she didn't try to pull her head back, he knew she was loving it. He felt her start to slide her lips up and down his shaft at a nice, steady rate.
She kept flicking her tongue back and forth along the underside of his cock, and he could feel the exhaled breath from her nose rushing right into the thick tangled hairs of his crotch. When he felt himself throbbing, he moaned softly.
"Oh, Tina, your mouth feels better than ever. It feels so good. I love coming home to you when you're in a mood like this."
"I know, baby," she said, as she pulled her mouth away. "I'm just trying to make up for it. That's all. Now look at the mood I'm really in."
When she said that, he didn't really know what she meant. But then she stood up in front of him, and opened her slacks. She slid them right off, then slid her panties down, and turned her back to him so he could see her rounded tight buttocks.
As she started to back up against him, she reached and grabbed his cock again. She aimed it so that it was pointed right at her cunt lips, she slowly sat all the way down on his fat, throbbing dick.
Bobby felt the way his wife began to squeeze her cunt muscles around his cock shaft.
He could feel how wet she already was, and he loved it. There was nothing that he loved more than to have her sit down all the way on his cock, and hold herself there for a few minutes so he could take in the warm wetness of her cunt.
He slid one hand around and began to wiggle her clit back and forth gently. As he did, he could feel it throbbing.
When she began to reach her peak, he felt her cunt doing a heavenly spasming number around his shaft, and he also felt the way she started to slide up and down his shaft. He knew that it was still going to be a while before he came in her.
She started to ride him at different rates. There were times when she was sliding up and down his cock nice and fast, and he sure as hell loved it, especially when she would feel him start to throb and would slow down.
When he slid his other hand around her body and began to pinch her nipple, she licked her lips even more, and moaned louder. Her nipple was nice and stiff, and her hot cunt seemed to spasm in relation to her nipple.
"Oh, Tina, you are such a fucking good wife," he moaned to her. "I love you, baby."
"No, Bobby, I'm not really that good," she said to him. "Don't keep saying that. It's not true. It isn't true. If it was, I'd tell you to keep saying it."
"Stop it," he said. "Don't turn down a compliment when you hear it. Go with it."
"All right, baby," she said to him. "I will. I will."
With two of his fingers from one hand squeezing her nipple, and two of his fingers from his other hand squeezing her clit, she was coming so hard. He could tell by the way her creamy cunt was spasming around his dick.
Because he kept her moving up and down his cock shaft, it was not too long before he felt his cock starting to throb really hard. He knew that he was not going to be able to hold back from coming.
"Yeah, Tina, I'm gonna shoot it into your hot cunt," he moaned. "I'm gonna fill your hot fucking pussy with my thick come load."
She was breathing heavier and heavier as he said that, and he knew that once again, his words were turning her on as much as his massaging touch. When he felt the way his cock was throbbing harder than ever, he knew that he was not going to be able to hold back too much longer, though he tried.
Because he did, when he finally exploded, he couldn't believe it.
He could not believe how hard the first load of come shot out of his cock shaft. There was so much force behind it, and he could feel the pleasure all the way down to his balls, which still seemed to have a lot of come to give.
"Oh baby, I love it," Tina was moaning. "I fucking love this hot dick of yours. Shit, I can't believe how good it feels."
"I know," he told her. "Your cunt feels fabulous, too."
Her pussy was spasming so hard around his shaft, it was almost like it was sucking the come right out of his cock, and even after he stopped shooting off, her pussy continued to spasm for a long time, until his dick was going limp in her.
She still sat on his lap for quite a while, the heat from her ass shooting out onto his groin.
Then, she smelled something, and she stood up and ran into the kitchen, just in time to pull out the two foil trays and keep their TV dinners from burning.
During their dinner, she still looked apologetic. He kept telling her that it was all right, that he did not mind her having served the things.
"Well, that's not all," she told him. "I really saved the bad part for now."
"What's that?" Bobby asked her, not too happy already.
"I have to work more tonight. Joe just has so many things he has to go over, and he asked me if I could come over and work for him tonight. Just a few hours."
"Look, Tina, I don't know if I like the idea of this too much."
"Please, Bobby. It's just tonight. Maybe tomorrow night. Then it'll be afternoons, like I told you it would be. Nothing more."
"Well, all right," he said. "Good thing Joe lives so close."
She smiled, and he knew what she was thinking. Of course it was a good thing that Joe was their next-door neighbor. If he hadn't been, and Tina had never met him, she would not be working for him now. He had offered her the part-time job because they were neighbors, and he needed some extra work done, and knew she had the time.
He had been thinking about letting Melinda, his own wife, do the work, but the redhead hadn't really wanted to. So Tina did it.
After dinner, she cleaned up, then got ready to go to the house next door.
"Will you be all right here alone?" she asked him. "Can you keep yourself entertained?"
"Of course," he said to her. "Don't worry. I'll find something to do."
And as soon as she left the house, he moved toward the large picture window in the living room. That window looked out on Joe and Melinda's house. Just the other day, Bobby had noticed the redhead undressing in her bedroom. And he was hoping that she'd be there again, soon, to keep him entertained while Tina was out.