The Cheryl Cummings Story Ch. 08

Chapter Eight – Change in Plans

Chris ran into his office and quickly grabbed the papers he had come for. The couple then rushed onto the elevator to begin the long descent.

"Wow, that was pretty wild," said Chris to his wife. He could already tell she was upset by what had occurred.

"Yeah, I can't believe we let it get that out of hand," replied Cheryl, blushing slightly as she thought of the feel of Thomas's cock head pressing into her lips.

"Yeah, but you gotta admit, that man has got one HUGE cock!" laughed Chris.

"Ummmm...yeah, you could say that," answered Cheryl with a slight deepening in her voice. The young blonde felt her cheeks turning hot as she began to blush a bit at the memory.

"Was it pretty hot – letting him rub it all over your tummy?" asked Chris.

It occurred to Cheryl that Chris wasn't really aware of the fact that she had actually taken his bosses cock into her mouth a couple of times. She decided to just leave it at that. Some things were simply better left unsaid.

"Yeah, it was exciting... but I'd really rather just leave it on the elevator, like we agreed to," answered Cheryl.

"Sure, no problem," said Chris, as they pulled up to the dry cleaners.

"I'll run in & get it," volunteered Cheryl.

"Sure, great" answered Chris, watching his wife exit the car and run to the dry cleaner door. He couldn't help but admire her fine ass. He was such a lucky man to have such an amazingly beautiful woman. It was hard for him to fault Thomas with getting so turned on by her. Even after all these years of marriage, she could still give Chris a hardon, even just looking at her ass.

Chris couldn't help but wonder how what had occurred on the elevator had effected his young & naïve wife. He shuddered as he remembered the sight of his boss's mammoth dick, rubbing all over his wife's hard stomach. Shortly after that she had grabbed his cock and started using her firm grip to jack him off. At that point, as he always did when his wife gave him a hand job, he got lost in the wonderful world of her firmly jerking him off – fueled by the sight of her allowing her boss the liberty of rubbing his huge cock on her stomach.

As the visions returned to him, he felt his little cock starting to stiffen in his pants.

"Got it," exclaimed Cheryl as she climbed into the car, shattering Chris's trip down memory lane.

"OK, we're off then," said Chris as he pulled from the dry cleaners parking lot and headed down the road toward his boss's house.

"Come on in" shouted Belinda as Cheryl gently rapped on their new friends door. "It's open."

An extremely active and noisy house greeted both Cheryl and Chris. Nearly every light in the house was on. The 52" plasma TV was on & tuned to CNN in the living room. A stereo was blasting out Frank Sinatra music somewhere upstairs. There were open bags & suitcases all over the living room floor. As the Cummings stood there, trying to take it all in, a frantic Belinda ran by, dropping deodorant, mouth wash, a tooth brush, and other miscellaneous toiletries into one of the open bags.

"Oh you guys didn't have to do that," Belinda beamed at the couple as they brought in her husband's dry cleaning. "I could have gotten that later on tonight!"

"It was really no problem Belinda," answered Cheryl, walking over to her friend, grabbing her, and giving her a big hug. "Is everything OK?"

"Oh, yeah. It's not as bad as I had originally thought," answered Belinda, as she disappeared back into the adjacent bathroom, looking for her favorite soap.

"But it's bad enough that we're going to end up having to ask you another favor," added Thomas. "It seems Belinda's father got in some sort of accident during the blackout and broke his leg in 3 different places!"

"OH NO," said Chris.

"Oh yes. Now Belinda has to high tail it over there & help her mom out, and they also said they'd be needing my held within a few days this week when they start having to lug him out to Physical therapy," said Thomas more directly to Chris.

"Uh oh. I guess that would be hard for you to do it you were in Europe," said Chris, suddenly realizing that his boss was likely to ask him to travel out of the country for the second time this year.

All eyes turned to Chris.

"Is there any way you can take this trip for me this time Chris?" asked Thomas, nearly pleading with his employee and friend.

"OF course he will," answered Cheryl for her husband – almost too quickly.

All eyes turned to her, including Belinda who had just walked back into the room.

"Yeah, there's no way I could let ya down Thomas," confirmed Chris, though he quietly marveled to himself at how quickly Cheryl came around to the idea. The last trip he took out of the county was very hard on his young wife, and he wasn't looking forward to having to leave her alone like that again.

"Are you sure Cheryl?" Asked Belinda, looking into Cheryl's eyes for confirmation.

"Hey, that's what friends are for," answered Cheryl. "I'll HATE having to give him up for another 3 weeks trip out of the country, but it's not like this isn't something important!"

"You are a total angel," exclaimed Belinda, as she grabbed Cheryl into her strong arms and squeezed the young blond up close to her.

"We definitely appreciate it," said Thomas to the couple. "I'll have to stay around the house here until Thursday or so, cause I can't leave the Birmingham account until it gets firmed up a bit. But that afternoon, I'll be on the road ASAP to get down & help them."

"How far away do your parents live Belinda?" asked Cheryl.

"Nearly three and a half hours, depending on traffic and who's driving," answered her friend. "Come on in here & talk to me for awhile," requested Belinda to her friend.

Chris followed Thomas up the stairs as they began talking business. What Thomas needed to take care of next week, how Chris should get his airline tickets ASAP, all the things Thomas needed to do at Belindas parents house. Their voices disappeared up the stairs as Belinda and Cheryl's voices & laughter filled the downstairs.

"I have another favor to ask of you hun," said Belinda to her new friend.

"No, I'm not going to do the blow test while you're away," answered Cheryl.

"You better not without my permission girlfriend," answered Belinda, pretending to be angry. "I'll be whoopin your cute little white ass." At this both women burst into laughter, momentarily forgetting their troubles for the moment.

"Seriously. Would you do me another big favor?" asked Belinda.

"What?"

"Would you consider cooking something up for Thomas Tuesday night, bringing it over, and insisting that he eat it? I know as soon as I leave, he'll become a workaholic, and won't eat anything until I see him again. I'd really feel better knowing he had a decent meal at least one night."

"Oh no problem! What does he like to eat?" asked Cheryl eager to help in any way she possibly could.

"What are you good at?" asked Belinda.

"Well, Chris's favorite of my cooking...would have to be my spaghetti. I make my own sauce – it's pretty thick – and he just loves it."

"Perfect! Thomas LOVES spaghetti as well." Grinned Belinda to her new friend. "That would be SO NICE of you."

"Actually, it's really nothing at all," smiled Cheryl, feeling very good about being able to be helpful. "I was feeling bad that everyone was going to be able to do something for you but me in your time of need," answered Cheryl.

"Well this will be a big one!" replied Belinda.

"Well you'd know about that," grinned Cheryl as she winked at her friend.

"And you know more about it than most," laughed Belinda, returning the wink.

..."more than you know" thought Cheryl to herself, her pussy getting instantly moist as she remember the site of Thomas's giant cock emerging from between her tits – over and over – until it shot it's hot, warm, sticky goo all over her – just hours earlier in the day.

"You ok?" asked Belinda suddenly. "You look a bit flush."

"No, I'm fine. Just this crazy power outage from today has me a bit flustered," Cheryl reassured her friend.

"OK, but the one thing is, we can't tell Thomas anything about our little plan to get him food. If he knew I was putting you up to this, he would likely put a stop to it. Thomas was raised by very proud parents, and taught that taking help from others was something that you simply did not do."

"That's crazy," said Cheryl.

"Yeah, I know. But trust me on this. If he finds out ahead of time, he will find a way to NOT accept it. So, what I think we should do is, I'll leave you my extra key to the backdoor – that enters into the kitchen. You sneak in around 6:00pm, get your stuff together, then you will more than likely be able to find Thomas in the living room reading the paper. He normally does that for about an hour from 6-7 every night".

"That'll work out perfectly, because that's the exact time I head over to the gym for my workout that night" replied Cheryl.

"OK, then we're all set then! Here's my key to the backdoor. When you come, pull around to the back so that you can sneak in. I just know he'll love your Spaghetti, and this will keep me from having to worry about him before he heads over to join me."