Cheater - Part 12 - 4K

Hottie spotting at the local mall was a bust, Cookie now finding herself returning home far earlier than expected. She did, however, manage to get hit on at the food court, but her girlfriend’s girlfriend wasn’t the flavor she’d been looking for today. Cookie gives the phone number scribbled on a napkin stuffed in her purse a lurid smile…petite, gothic, raven-haired, and an ass to die for. Yeah, she'll definitely be fitting that into her busy schedule this coming week.

Rounding the corner a block from home and nothing looks out of the ordinary. The usual wave from the little old lady who’s always sitting on her porch, the postman making his Saturday rounds, and a cute delivery guy snapping a picture of some parcel on a neighbor's porch. It isn’t until she has her house in sight that she notices that something is amiss.

Alexander’s car, usually parked out on the street or tucked up tight to the garage, is half-sideways across the driveway suggesting that he was in a hurry to get home. Cookie pulls up to the curb, unable to get into her usual spot, and shuts the ignition off. Rummaging in her purse for her house key was a waste of time…the front door was unlocked. Just like any other Saturday, the house smells of spaghetti sauce, a pot of it simmering away on the kitchen stove.

One of Alexander’s basketball jerseys lying across the back of the living room couch is something new. Blondie’d never stand for some sweaty piece of workout clothing to be thrown wherever he feels like it. Likewise, for the gym shorts and a pair of sneakers she finds in the middle of the kitchen floor. Cookie also notices the whole slew of covered containers on the countertop…sugar, flour, and whatnot…along with the dish drainer, all pushed around and out of place. A far cry from Blondie’s typical ‘Suzy homemaker’ way of organizing everything.

Cookie looks out the kitchen window, thinking they might be out in the back yard…until she hears the telltale scratching at the back door, Daisy wanting to be let in. Normally, the dog would be happy to see her…or whoever happens to open the door…wagging her tail until she gets her customary pat on the head or a scratch behind the ear. Daisy, however, bolts past her…nails skittering across the linoleum floor, the hardwood beyond, and up the stairs.

Cookie: The heck’s gotten into you?

Something weighty, rebounding off the floor above gets her attention…something metallic sounding, bouncing a few times. Just as she’s about to call out and see if everything is alright, Cookie hears a low, guttural moan. The kind of sound a woman makes when… Cookie smirks to herself, eyeing the ceiling above.

Cookie: (thinking) Ohhhh, I know -that- sound.

Back through the living room and up the stairs, the blonde steps lightly, trying not to step where she knows the treads will creak. At the top of the stairs, Daisy sits at the doorway of Alexander’s room, tail wagging, staring at some goings-on inside. Cookie tiptoes the few remaining feet, Daisy turning to look at her…Cookie giving the dog a shushing gesture, silently bringing her index to her lips.

Craning her neck around the doorpost, the first thing she sees is the probable source of the bouncing noise. Blondie’s stainless steel, jewel-encrusted plug lays in the middle of the floor, presumably having fallen off the bed…a curious little smile crosses Cookie’s face at the sight of it. Eating, sleeping, in the shower, or even on her morning jog around the neighborhood, Blondie rarely takes out her favorite toy. Before she has a chance to peek a little further inside...

Alexander: I t-t-told you what I was g-gonna do.  Didn't believe me, d-d-did 'juh? Wh-what do yuh s-say now, s-s-slut?

Between Blondie's response, little more than a series of unintelligible groans, and Alexander's freshman-sounding dirty talk, Cookie nearly bursts into laughter. Cookie cranes a little further...and then she sees them. Or, more to the point, she sees -it-.

Cookie: (mouthing silently) Oh… My… Gawd!

She knew this day would come...hell, she all but cheerleader'd it after discovering Blondie some days ago, naked and unable to explain what she was doing in the young man's room. Their backs to her, a wide-eyed Cookie looks on in amazement...a spread-eagle Blondie, face down on the bed, wads of bedclothes balled up in her fists. Alexander, on all fours, nearly planking atop her, half of his giant length disappearing into the blonde's posterior.

Cookie can't help it...a mixed tinge of jealousy and excitement...her fingertips immediately finding the center hem of her jeans.  She knew it was big...a chance glance of it while he was getting dressed...a fleeting glimpse beneath a slightly askew bath towel...but, Jesus!  She'd never seen it fully engorged before. Now, here she is, wishing it was her groaning with delight...fourteen dizzying inches of pure girth pressing into her.

Cookie steps into the room and sidles up the foot of the bed, the preoccupied pair completely oblivious to her presence.

Cookie: You know he never misses Spaghetti Saturday.

Cookie can't help but grin at the sight before her, a flurry of flesh and bedding as the two try to hide their nakedness from the unwelcome intruder. Blondie, scurrying up the head of the bed, snatches the comforter to cover herself with. Alexander, nothing but flailing body parts, all but falls off the side of the bed...managing to grab to pillow to cover his massive appendage. Bug-eyed, mouths agape, the two can do little but gawp at the younger blonde.

Cookie nonchalantly turns away from them and steps toward the doorway. Unseen by the frozen-in-place couple, the lack of emotion in Cookie's voice is only betrayed by the smirk on her face.

Cookie: I figure you've got thirty minutes to clean yourself up before he gets home.

The younger blonde disappears down the hallway, her footsteps creaking the stairway treads, leaving a panting, tale-wagging Daisy to survey the flabbergasted pair.

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Original Art by Roger Bacon

Commissioned and Colors by Phillipthe2