The Invitation

"Oh, I wouldn't be too sure about that," said Lucy. "I have a funny feeling that we might just be able to manage it between us! What do you say Sal?"
"Definitely and I thought you might say that, so hang on here a minute! And what happened to that drink you promised us?"
Sally shot out of the room and up the stairs while Lucy stepped into the kitchen and peered into the fridge.
"Red or white, Jack?" she asked.
"What?" Jack replied. "You are calmly going to offer me a drink with all this going on?"
"It'll help you relax," she replied. “You look like you need it and God knows I do!” laughed the pretty redhead.
“White please,” Jack replied. Although it suddenly struck him that white was an unusual choice as he only usually drank red.
Lucy smiled and poured three large glasses of white wine. She came back into the lounge and handed one to him. As he took a sip she suddenly reached out her hand and squeezed his now wilted but still definitely chubby cock through his black knickers making him spill some of the cold liquid on his chest. For an instant he was confused that he didn’t feel it. God, he thought to himself. For a second there I thought the boobs were real!

“Very nice cock,” Lucy murmured. “Not as big as Mark’s, but not bad.”
Jack jumped.“Hey, don’t do that. I’m not sure Sally would see the funny side.”
“Oh don’t you worry about that,” she replied. I’m sure that Sally won’t mind at all. In fact, I think she’ll be fine with it”
“No way!” replied Jack with a note of determination in his voice.“Anyway, I could never be unfaithful to her.”
“I know. And she knows that too. Don’t worry, OK? You look great so just relax and enjoy whatever happens.” And with that Lucy stepped towards him, rose on the tips of her toes and kissed him on the cheek.