Hidden Extras by Thomas Luckhurst

When money's too tight to mention, what do you do? Well you get a lodger in and hope they pay upfront, in cash. But what happens when your wife seems to be taking more of an interest in your new flat mate, than you are? Will Dave ever find out what's really going on?

My wife Carol and I had gone over it a dozen times; the finances weren’t just bad they were disastrous. There we were, in our mid 30’s, no kids and both employed but just about as penniless as a street-corner beggar.

Carol never spoke it aloud but her beautiful green eyes betrayed her feelings; her oh so wise and intelligent husband Dave had blown the savings on crazy investments and the house was mortgaged to the limit.

“Listen babe,” she said softly. “We can buy some time if we take in a lodger, maybe a student, at least we’ll be able to cover the monthly bills until we can work a way out of this mess. Leave it with me, I’ll sort something out.”

I wanted to kiss her, in fact kiss her I did and soon my hands were stripping her naked, I lifted her onto the edge of the table and she pulled me against her, my cock slipping straight into the welcoming warmth and wetness of her cunt. She dug her long nails into my ass and bit down hard on my chest as I pumped my shaft into her; we couldn’t fuck our way out of trouble but we could put the concerns to one side for a few passion-flooded moments.

“Do it baby, fuck me,” she urged. I thrust into her, my clever and very pretty wife, pert and petite, her slender legs gripping me, my hands all over her small firm tits, humping away until I let go loudly and filled her cunt with spurt after spurt of cum till I was duly drained and contented.

By the weekend she had it all organised, as promised. Stressed as ever, I came home from work on the Friday and Carol introduced me to Zoe, a tall, well-built and somewhat sloppily-dressed brunette, aged 20, who I confess, I took no special notice of. We shook hands and during the next few days we hardly spoke more than a few words. In many ways Zoe was the ideal lodger, almost invisible. She paid two months rent up front in cash, kept to her room most of the time and seemed to be a conscientious student.

Now and then there were some moments that a man more attentive than I was at the time, might have made more of. Carol was very chatty about Zoe, it seemed they went shopping and had coffee together once or twice a week and one night she told me about a very girlie trip they had taken round a newly-opened adult shop in the mall.

“Zoe is such a dark horse hun,” said Carol.

“She bought some stunning outfits and the most amazing vibrator, it cost a hundred at least. If we ever get static on the TV I think we’ll know what’s going on!”

Another time I came home with a raging migraine and as I closed the front door behind me I caught the unmistakeable sound of my lovely wife apparently close to orgasm. I even thought I heard a scamper of feet and I confess, I did have one of those awful what’s happening here moments. I stumbled up the stairs and when I glanced into our bedroom I saw Carol naked on the bed, knees high and legs wide-open. She was fucking herself with a huge, buzzing vibrator. She opened her eyes and gave me a come hither smile and seconds later I was feasting on her pussy, nibbling her clitoris and pumping the vibrator in and out as she devoured my cock. The source of my migraine was dealt with in seconds!

“Oh babe,” she said to me after, “I know it’s so naughty but I just had to try Zoe’s toy, you have got to get me one of these for my birthday.”

I soon slipped into a deep sleep and when I woke I could hear Zoe and Carol chattering downstairs in the kitchen and if I had some questions I left them unspoken, for now at least.

Three or four nights a week Zoe left around 10.00 p.m. carrying a large sports bag. She was so quiet, we were never sure what time she got back indoors but she was always at home in the morning and we just assumed she had a casual boyfriend she saw now and then. There was one embarrassing but deeply arousing moment when I came across Zoe in a different light. Carol had already left for work and just for once, I was taking a morning off as I was due to meet a client from out-of-town later and treat him to dinner.

I lay in bed casually masturbating and wishing I had fucked my gorgeous wife before she left for work and I wandered somewhat absent-mindedly into the bathroom, my erect cock peeking out of my robe. Zoe was lying in the bathtub, facing me. I saw her eyes lower to my erection and I blushed instantly. Even worse I stood there staring at her large and very firm breasts floating on the water until she smiled and quietly said “I won’t be long, Dave, I just have to shave and it’s all yours………..”

She meant the bathroom was all mine, well that’s what I told myself. To think anything else would be seriously distracting, even dangerous. She just had to shave, right? I didn’t take that thought any further, and somehow managed to avoid Zoe until I left the house at mid-day. On the way out I noticed something lying on the floor by the front door. It was a flier for a certain “gentleman’s club” in town I’d heard of but never visited.

I was distracted, frustrated and fractious all day. My client Jack was 3 hours late and we ended up hitting a few bars. I rang Carol and told her not to expect me back till late and when Jack suggested we visit a lap-dancing club I readily agreed and took a cab to the club I’d noted earlier. I’d been to a few such places before and was normally immune to even the prettiest girls. I was still horny from the brief encounter with Zoe. Jack soon found a tall blonde to entertain him while I drank quietly opposite him until a gloved hand suddenly rested on my shoulder and a sweet voice said “You look like you could do with some entertainment, honey, can I dance for you?”

Long dark hair brushed against my cheek and though I couldn’t see the girl’s face, her body was enticingly sheathed in a black lycra dress. Her perfume was not exactly subtle nor was her dancing but if she intended to take my mind off things and arouse me, she succeeded. She danced between my legs and I’m not sure if I could have made eye contact if I’d wanted to. Her breasts drew my gaze, except when she turned to move her stunning ass before my eyes, pressing back against my groin until I was hard and becoming more and more enraptured by the whole experience. She slid the dress over her head leaving just a tiny black thong, glossy holdup stockings and a pair of high heels. As Shakespeare said, or might have said if he’d ever gone lap dancing, this girl was all woman and then some. She moved her breasts millimetres from my lips and it was all I could do to stop myself flicking out my tongue to touch her light brown, and visibly erect nipples. She finished the dance by grinding her ass against my groin. I revelled in the moment and slipped a twenty into the stocking top as the dance concluded.

She gave me the traditional peck on the cheek and whispered “my name’s Angel, buy me a drink and for another twenty you can have a very special dance in a private booth.”

Did I know then who she was? Probably, but I ordered the drink and let her lead me by the hand to a shadowy, curtained section in a far corner. I knew the rules were still no touching but as soon as we were private, she teased her hair over my face and instinctively I kissed her neck just below here ear.

“Later,” she whispered mysteriously, and then she pushed me back and this time slipped the dress off immediately.

When her nipples brushed my lips I kissed them and for a brief moment she let me suck them. The music, the alcohol, the sheer sensuality of it all made me reckless. But she didn’t seem to mind. She slid down her thong, dangled it against my mouth and I kissed the warm, damp and deeply delicious crotch. When she rubbed her bare ass against my groin, I was close to coming in my pants. As the dance concluded I finally let my eyes meet hers. Even with wig and the full makeup I could see this was my young, pretty and until now mostly non-descript lodger Zoe.

She kissed me then said “I finish in an hour, you can book a cab, take me home and fuck me.”

It wasn’t a request or a suggestion, it was a command. Over the next hour I tried to stay calm and sober. I left Jack to his blonde and waited in the cab for Zoe near the club’s back door. She dashed out in her “work” clothes and wig, smiled at me then said, “Let’s get home, I know you want me.”

I did want her, I wasn’t sure if I wanted Zoe or “Angel” but I wanted to fuck, even with Carol asleep in bed, I wanted to get this girl home and fuck her. Zoe quietly unlocked the door while I paid the driver. She was waiting for me in the hall, black dress already on the floor. We kissed as she hurriedly undid my belt and dragged my trousers down as she fell to her knees. She yanked down my shorts and her mouth went to work on my cock until I was close to coming in her mouth.

She stood, peeled off her thong then turned and pressed herself against the hall wall, pushing her ass back and spreading her feet. I had no control at all by then; I just grabbed her hips and pressed my cock against her cunt. My cock melted into her pussy and I pumped fast and hard. My hands slid up to her breasts, thumbs flicking her nipples as I fucked her even harder. She came quickly and my climax was utterly explosive, 14 hours of frustration let loose inside her tight young cunt. It was fast, frantic and reckless but utterly fulfilling. Still in control Zoe made me gather my scattered clothes and tiptoe to bed.

I was too overwhelmed to feel guilt but there was one last surprise in the morning. I woke feeling Carol’s nimble fingers on my cock. She smiled at me. “Well babe, was she good?”

“Oh yes,” I answered unthinking.

“Don’t worry babe, Zoe and I have had it planned for ages. She even says she could get me work at the club, she says we could do a great lesbian act!”

But that, as they say, is another story and one I hope I get the chance to tell you all soon.