Tressa's Blowjob Contest

By J.D. Masterly

Cassie and her best friend Tressa are in a heated spat over who gives the best head... And which of their husbands can last longest!

Neither knows who is truly better, so Tressa proposes a simple way to find out: a contest to see which hubby can hold out the longest against both wives. Then their husbands must take turns proving which of them has the best oral skills as well.

But when Cassie learns the winning husband will get "free use" of the loser's spouse, she's doubly apprehensive and doubly aroused!

• Language: English
• Publisher: J.D. Masterly
• Release date: Feb 7, 2022
• ISBN: 9780463043806

J.D. Masterly

I write sizzling hot erotica about people who just wanna fuck! Whether you like threesomes, foursomes, group sex, gangbangs, bondage, partner swapping, hot wife, impregnation, free use, public sex, or all the above, I've probably got some stories for you. I also like messy sex. The messier the better. To be blunt, I write stories with spunk!

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Chapter 1

Cassie exhaled, letting the day’s tension drain away. She kicked off her Vans slip-ons, tossed her phone onto the coffee table, and sank into the sofa’s pillowy cushions. She absolutely loved Tressa’s sofa. It was an outrageously oversized U-shaped sectional monstrosity, capable of seating six people comfortably, seven people snugly, or eight if they were exceptionally friendly.

She liked nothing better than to stretch out, sink down, and become at-one with that glorious sofa. It was almost Zen, especially after a suck-ass day at work.

Every fucking customer’s a Karen, she lamented. We had this one lady trying on every pair of frames in stock, but not a single one was good enough. You won’t believe how far behind that threw our schedule.

Just another typical Tuesday, Tressa answered from the kitchen, her voice filled with mock sympathy.

Fucking Tressa. She didn’t even have to work. Jake was some superstar programmer at his company, pulling down $15K a month. A month! Between Cassie’s hourly and Dylan’s modest salary, she and her husband were lucky to clear half that amount. No wonder Tressa and Jake could afford such a posh house in an upper-middle neighborhood. Not to mention their luxurious sofa.

Was it a beer, wine, or vodka kind of Tuesday? Tressa asked, this time sounding more sympathetic.

Cassie hated beer. But she also hated the day she had suffered. I’ll take a beer.

Tressa, in sweatpants and a T-shirt, returned to the living room with two bottles of beer. Cassie grudgingly sat up to accept the beer and Tressa sat next to her. She slouched sideways against a back pillow with her legs folded under her.

Stress is killing you, Tressa said, taking a sip of beer. At this rate, that beautiful brunette hair of yours is going to be gray before you’re thirty.

Says the girl who watches Netflix and reads cheesy romance novels all day. Cassie took a long draw from her bottle and breathed out again. She looked to the TV and sighed. What was Tressa even watching? It was clearly some kind of romantic comedy, but there had already been three full nudity sex scenes. It was practically softcore porn.

Honestly, it’s not so bad for me, Cassie admitted, sipping her beer and watching the sex comedy. "I only work thirty hours a week since the optometry place doesn’t want to pay benefits. But Dylan’s on salary at his job, and he has to work unpaid overtime almost every fucking week. Sixty hours, sometimes even seventy, and he’s not paid a dollar more."

Sounds like the stress is killing both of you, Tressa said. Jake has to work a lot of overtime, too, especially when he’s on a project that’s behind schedule. He sometimes pulls seventy hours a week, and it sucks.

Cassie nodded. She hadn’t known Jake did overtime, too. It definitely sucks.

You want to know what makes it suck less? Tressa asked. She answered without waiting for Cassie’s response. To suck him off right when he gets home.

Tressa’s statement was so unexpected that Cassie nearly spewed her beer. What? she sputtered.

I suck his cock, Tressa answered with a smile. You know, a blowjob.

Cassie just stared at her long-time friend.

Tressa rolled her eyes and sank back onto her sofa. Jake says I give the best blowjobs of any girl he’s ever had. I honestly think he likes my blowjobs more than he likes sex.

Cassie settled back and took another quick sip of beer. Of course he’s going to say that. What else would he say? That you’re the second or third best?

Tressa laughed. Point taken! She thought for a moment, then turned to Cassie again and smiled. You do blow Dylan, don’t you?

That’s a rather personal question, Cassie muttered into her bottle. But, yeah... Of course I do. She cleared her throat and looked to Tressa, forcing herself to smile triumphantly. "And he says I give the best blowjobs he’s ever had. He’s my husband, after all. He’s not going to say otherwise unless he wants to sleep on the floor."

Tressa smiled and resumed watching whatever was on TV. Cassie breathed out with relief, thinking the awkward discussion of their sex lives was over.

"There’s only one