Lindsay had disappeared from the dinner party. The truth was, she was building up the courage to fol

Lindsay had disappeared from the dinner party. The truth was, she was building up the courage to follow through on the dare. When she finally came down, she found her friend’s husband, Jim, sitting alone in the kitchen, checking his phone.

“Where is everyone?” she asked.

“Kelly and Todd left, and your husband took Sue…” Jim stopped as he turned to face Lindsay and noticed what she was wearing. “Wow,” was all he said.

Lindsay was suddenly aware of what she was wearing, what her friend, Sue had dared her to do. “Do you like it?” she asked, suddenly coy. “Sue and I’ve been going to the gym…Sue said it’s been working,” she said, running her hands over the sheer fabric, tracing her curves.

“Ye…yeah. Wow, you…uh…look good.”

Lindsay sauntered over to her friend’s husband. She straddled his large, manly thigh and sat on his knee, wrapping her arms seductively around his neck. “Are we all alone?” she asked in almost a whisper.

“Uh, sort of,” Jim stammered. “Sue got a little tipsy and Dave took her downstairs to sleep it off,” he explained.

“Really? I didn’t think she drank that much,” Lindsay cooed, inching closer to and obviously nervous Jim.

“Yeah, she, uh just seemed to get drunk all of a sudden,” he said before being interrupted by a low, guttural moan coming from the downstairs basement. “Was that my wife?” he asked almost rhetorically. His question was answered soon enough by the rhythmic slamming of the headboard and Sue calling out Dave’s name.

“I guess the little slut couldn’t wait,” Lindsay said, slipping her hand into Jim’s jeans and grabbing his cock just as their lips met.