#taking liberties

“I dunno, sweetie,” Karen said at the resort gift shop.  She was holding a little blue dress against her and it barely covered her bikini. “it’s a little short, doncha think?”

“Nah, it’s fine,” Henry assured her. “I think you’re supposed to wear it with a bikini or something,” he said. “Besides, your legs are a lot longer than most women,” he added.

The store clerk didn’t hear them talking, and assumed they were buying it as a gift for a daughter or niece, as it was a junior’s size.  

Karen tried it on back at their hotel room. She kind of liked it, as it showed off her legs.  Karen loved the dress so much, she wore it almost every day.  After a day or two, she stopped wearing her bikini top underneath.  She was getting pretty confident with all of the looks and compliments she was getting.

Henry was surprisingly frisky with her as the attention his wife was receiving had an effect on him as well.  As their sex life picked up, Karen became more and more horny herself.  As their normal routine wasn’t doing it for her, Karen encouraged Henry to be a little more adventurous.

“Put it in my ass!” she practically begged in the heat of the moment.  Henry did and it sent both of them over the edge. Afterwards, Henry said he was surprised she enjoyed it, much less let him try it.

Karen shrugged. “We’re on vacation,” she said.  “Vacation sex doesn’t count!”

Karen found herself flirting openly with some of the single men at the bar and beside the pool. The men became more and more aggressive and Karen did nothing to discourage them.  After dinner, back at the hotel room, she told her husband that one of the strangers grabbed her ass and she liked it.

Henry and Karen were both surprised by his reaction.  He was randier than ever.  “Go ahead and fuck ‘em,” he said, grabbing his wife’s ass firmly.  “Vacation sex doesn’t count,” he added, repeating her words.  After fucking to near exhaustion, they both slept through until morning.

The next morning, Henry awoke to some strange sounds.  He looked up to see his lovely wife, bent over the hotel’s sofa.  Her bikini was strewn across the floor.  A young, strapping stranger was fucking her from behind.  She pulled the other man’s cock from her mouth just long enough to wink at her husband and say, “Vacation sex doesn’t count.”

Jim walked in to find his wife with a stranger. The man was completely naked on their bed as Natalie tenderly caressed his cock with her lips and tongue. “Natalie?!? What the hell is going on?!?” Jim’s voice was trembling, but not with anger.

“Oh, hey honey,” Natalie said too calmly.  “This is Bryan,” she introduced them as if they were at a cocktail party before continuing to service Bryan’s long, thick cock.  “Come over and say hello,” she urged her husband.

“What? No. What’s going on…” he stammered unsure.

“Oh come on, honey,” she cooed. “I know you want to. It’s okay.”  Her husband stood there trembling, but not from anger.  “Bryan and I have been fooling around for a few weeks,” she said, running her manicured fingers over his chiseled chest as she continued to kiss his hard cock. “He’s *very* good,” Natalie purred with a hint of a laugh.

“Oh, come now, babe,” Natalie urged her husband. “It’s okay. Bryan is willing to experiment if you are.”  Natalie’s eyes locked with her husband as her head bobbed gently up and down on the stranger’s cock. A smile spread across her lips as her husband leaned ever so slightly forward. “It’s okay.  You just want to give it a try.  He feels sooo good in my mouth,” she told him.

“Why are you cheating on me?” Jim asked without conviction. His body betrayed his intentions as he began to move forward slowly.

“Don’t look at it like that,” Natalie said, reaching out her hand and grabbing Jim’s. She pulled him down to the floor, his chest pressed against the foot of the bed. “I’ve just be auditioning a few men for you.”

Her husband’s face was inches from hers and her young lover’s wet cock.  “I know you’re curious. Just give it a try,” she purred.

“I’m not …” Jim lied. His wife’s hand lovingly caressed the back of his neck.  His tongue grazed the base of Bryan’s cock and all three of them moaned in unison.

“That’s it, baby,” Natalie purred. She slowly moved her mouth away and let her husband suck his first cock.

“I don’t understand…,” Marie said hesitantly, “where are the panties?” She searched the pink bag and the tissue paper on the bed. “Did they forget…” she stopped herself.

“I, uh, don’t think there are any,” her husband said.

“I can’t go out there like this!” she protested. “I’m practically naked!” Marie caught a glimpse of her large, full breasts in the mirror. The see through top did a perfect job of supporting and revealing them.  She knew she should feel exposed, but instead, she felt invigorated, confident.

“I’m sorry, but that was the deal,” Michael was saying, pretending to look through the package in vain.  “Rob got to pick the outfit and you had to wear it during the whole poker game,” he reminded her.

“I know!” she shushed him away, suddenly enjoying the oddly powerful sensation. She had to admit, she did look sexy in this barely there lingerie. She caught a glimpse of her husband, practically cowering behind her. Her eyes, almost reluctantly, scanned down toward his crotch.  His small little cock was bulging and he tried hard not have her see him pulling at it.

“Well, a deal is a deal,” Marie said, trying to hide the excitement in her voice. “But I won’t be able to stop your friends from groping me and whatnot,” she pointed out, without feeling the need to add, “and neither will you.”

They had barely begun playing before Marie was pulling Rob away. She had decided to reward him first for his clever planning.  “You knew this would happen, didn’t you?” Marie whispered in his ear after swallowing his cum.

“I had hoped,” Rob admitted with a guilty smile.

“Who’s next?” Marie asked. Without any answer, she grabbed Kevin by the hand and led him into the bedroom. She didn’t find him any more attractive than any of the others, but she didn’t like Kevin’s wife and fucking Joy’s husband was a powerful little secret to hold over her.

Anna was always shy.  Marrying Steve was probably one of the most adventurous things she had ever done, which was saying a lot.  She was a good mom, attended every PTA and teacher conference, and kept her husband and her kids happy.

It was a surprise when she won the fashion contest.  She didn’t even know she was entered, but Steve mentioned that he had put her in for it.  “You should get pampered once in a while,” he told her.

“But we can’t afford to buy anything!” she protested.

“It comes with a budget, doesn’t it?” Steve asked.  Eventually, Anna was convinced and made the appointment with “personal shopper” from the contest.  Steve was supposed to meet her there, but he had a last minute emergency at the office, so Anna went to the personal shopper’s office alone.

She was surprised to find that it wasn’t really an office, but his apartment. He had a lot of clothes ready for her, all in her size.  Anna was a little surprised at how revealing all of the clothes were.  During a break, she called her husband, worried.

“Honey, come on. You’ve got a great body. The whole idea is for you to pamper yourself and feel special. You’re worth it,” he told her. He went on to describe her best features, like her supple breasts, and her long, smooth legs.  “Have fun, and send me pictures!”

Anna was emboldened by her husband’s encouraging words. She went to the personal shopper, Tyler, and warmed up a little more to his suggestions.  She asked him to take a few photos to send her husband, and he gladly obliged. Steve responded to each text with raving compliments, which only encouraged Anna even more.

Anna found herself getting turned on more and more, especially after Tyler started joining in on the compliments. She had thought he was gay, but when it came up, he laughed and said he was very straight. Having such a young, handsome man compliment her only made her more and more turned on.  When Tyler suggested they try some lingerie “for Steve’s benefit,” Anna found herself agreeing, even eagerly.

The lingerie was very revealing. At the beginning a lot of it was see through.  “Your husband’s right,” Tyler told her, “Your breasts are amazing,” Anna was hesitant to send Steve any pictures of the revealing lingerie.  She was less embarrassed than nervous her husband might be jealous and tell her to stop.

To her surprise, Steve was supportive and even sounded turned on.  After a while, the see-through lingerie was nearly non-existent.  Her breasts poured out of the top of the bustier and the split crotch panties did nothing to cover her warm, glistening pussy. Tyler was adjusting her garter when his hand “accidentally” grazed her pussy lips.  Anna nearly collapsed from the electricity that surged through her body.

Before Anna knew it, she was on her back and Tyler’s mouth was humming between her legs.  She came so hard, she felt as if she had passed out.  When she awoke, it was from the orgasmic, stretching pain of Tyler’s cock pushing into her aching, wet cunt.

“Nnnno, nooo!” Anna cried.  Tyler’s cock was barely inside of her, but he pulled it out. “I want it from behind,” she moaned, turning over onto her knees. 

“As you wish,” Tyler said as he pulled her slim hips towards him, impaling her on his cock.  Anna came twice more in quick succession before she began to grow accustomed to Tyler’s size. When she did, she was eagerly slamming herself back onto him, grunting and growling for his seed.  “Shit, you’re gonna make me cum,” Tyler warned.

“In my mouth!” Anna demanded. She pulled away from him and spun around to catch her reward in her mouth, swallowing it all.

Three hours later, Anna was sleeping soundly in her lover’s bed.  She purred a little satisfied moan when she heard her husband’s voice, speaking with Tyler.

“How did it go?” Steve asked.

“Wow, she was a real freak once she opened up. I mean–wow,” Tyler was saying. “I’ve been with pros that weren’t as talented. You sure she never…”

“Yeah,” Steve laughed. “As far as I know, I was the only guy she had ever been with,” Steve said correctly. “I’m glad she came around,” he added. “What do I owe you for this?”

“Well, I can send you a bill for the clothes if she wants to keep them, but the session is on me.  I mean, wow. I’ve been doing this for a few years and she’s the best I’ve had in a while. Give her my number if you’re cool with that.”

“Please do,” Anna piped up from the bed. “And if he has a few friends, too.”

“Come on, Kelly, you know I was just joking,” Jim told his wife.

“Nah, you dared me,” Kelly corrected him. “So now my honor is at stake,” she said mockingly. She adjusted what little of the dress she could, checked herself in the mirror one last time and marched downstairs. “You wanted your wife to show her body off to two strangers,” she warned him.

The two delivery men were just finishing up, collecting the boxes and straightening the washer and dryer in place. This was their last delivery of the night, so they werw anxious to leave and head home.

“Holy shiii…” one of them said as he caught sight of Kelly walking down the stairs.

“My husband said I was supposed to give you a tip,” she joked, trying to twist the knife on her husband. She sauntered over to the two, young, strapping men and teasingly traced her finger down the length of one of their biceps. “But I say, why stop at the tip?” Kelly was really pouring it on, trying to make her husband jealous while having a laugh. She expected the guys to appreciate the show, maybe get her riled up for her husband after they left.

“Oh hell, yeah,” the younger man said. He grabbed Kelly by the hips from behind. Before she could say or do anything, her skimpy dress was hiked up, revealing the surprise she had intended for her husband. “She ain’t even wearing panties,” the first man said to his boss. His fingers were quickly deep inside of her wet, aching pussy.

“Shit, let’s do this,” the older man said, dropping his pants and pulling out a thick, hardening cock.

The younger man’s cock was already inside of her, pounding away from behind as Kelly let the older man guide her head down to his waiting cock. The younger man came quickly, filling Kelly’s aching pussy with warm, sticky cum. The older man spun her around, taking his cock from her mouth and pushing it deep into her pussy.

As he spun her around, she was faced with a third man, the driver, who had come back to see what the delay was about. Kelly didn’t wait for him to react. She grabbed the third man’s zipper and pulled his cock into her mouth as the older man pounded away at her from behind.

Out of the corner of her eye, as she was stuffed with two strange cocks, Kelly sqw her husband at the top of the stairs. His shorts were down and a pool of his own cum was still dripping on the stairs from moments earlier. He was furiously pumping his cock again as the thee men below had their way with uis wife.

Dinner was finished and so were a bottle and half of wine.  Katie watched her husband, Richie, flirting with Jessica. She turned to Jessica’s husband and announced, “Hey, I just realized that Mike didn’t get a tour of the new house.  Come on, Mike, let’s leave these two to do the dishes.”

Mike was a little reluctant to leave his wife with Katie’s husband, but she insisted. Katie grabbed Mike’s hand and led him upstairs, being sure to pass closely by him at every opportunity.  “Let me show you the master bedroom,” Katie said, holding Mike in one hand and her glass of wine in the other.

She was across the room when Mike poked his head out the door, listening for his wife and Katie’s husband.  When he thought he heard something, he turned around. Katie was wearing nothing but her red lace underwear and a smirk.

“Look, it’s gonna happen,” Katie said, sauntering up to him.  As she grabbed his lapel, Jessica let out a loud, obviously sexual moan from the dinning room below.  “Oh, it’s already happening,” Katie corrected herself. “Usually it takes a little longer for a woman to…oh wow,” she said as Jessica let out another moan.

Katie’s hand was all that was holding Mike from running down the stairs. “Come on,” she urged, “let’s have our own fun.”

“But…my wife…” Mike said.

“I think she’s having her own fun,” Katie said. “You can chalk it up to the wine,” she offered. “She did have a glass or two,” Katie lied. She knew Jessica had hardly touched her first glass.  “And I think you have her permission to have fun with me,” she pointed out.

As the night wore on, Katie was certain that Mike was pumping and thrusting harder and harder each time they heard Jessica and Richie going at it again. She tried her best to moan and scream as loud as Mike’s wife, but Jessica was certainly getting the better and bigger cock.

“Come on Erica, let’s head back to the resort,” her husband whined. He was already uncomfortable with the skimpy bikini she chose to wear, and was nervous about who or what they might run into out here.

“Don’t be such a chicken, Bill,” Erica said, seeming to skip around the uneven terrain behind the dunes. She hadn’t told her husband, but she had heard about a nude beach nearby and wanted to try it. “I’m sure we’ll be perfectly saf…Hello!” she said suddenly as the came around a dune.

“Hi,” said the tall, naked stranger. “Are you looking for the beach?” he asked.

“Maybe,” Erica said, slightly seductively. “What’s your name?” He introduced himself as Kevin. Bill stood there awkwardly as his wife and her new friend flirted in front of him.

“So is everyone there naked?” Erica asked, making no attempt to shift her gaze away from his long, soft cock.

“Yeah, mostly, but you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Kevin countered, making it obvious that he was checking out her barely covere body.

“I mean, don’t you get a little turned on? How do you release that energy?” she asked. Bill felt a pit form in his stomach and all the blood rush from his head as he watched his wife casually reach over and lightly stroke the stranger’s cock.

“Oh,” Kevin chuckled as if he realized something. “Yeah, most of the folks who stop by are in the lifestyle…you know. No, please, go ahead,” he said helping Erica to her knees.

Not wanting to be rude, Erica took her new friends now long, thick and hard cock into her mouth. Her husband stood there, trying not to look too interested or upset.

“Why don’t we head over to the shade,” Kevin suggested as Erica began to finger herself, still working his cock with her mouth “There’s a few other guys who’d love to meet you.”

Bill could hear his wife’s carnal screams all afternoon as half a dozen men took turns with her. Even from the water, he could hear her gutteral, satisfied orgasms.

Alyssa was reluctant to go to the Halloween party, especially in the costume her husband had picked out. “It’s practically lingerie!” she complained.

“Come on, it’s Halloween!” Mike retorted. “It’s one night a year when everyone can let loose.”

“I look like a slut!” she said.

“No, you look hot,” Mike said. “No one’s going to judge you. Besides, we hardly know anyone at this party.”

Alyssa eventually agreed, wearing a long coat over her costume. The party was at a hotel ballroom used for parties and conventions.  She nervously checked her coat and jumped out of her skin when her husband said he was going to find the bar, leaving her alone to mingle.

It didn’t take long for Alyssa to draw attention and start to mingle. Soon, she was so excited by all the attention, she had forgotten her reservations about coming.  Her husband was nowhere to be found, but Alyssa didn’t really mind. When one of the young guys asked her to dance, she couldn’t find a reason not to.

Her new friend was very handsy.  Alyssa jumped the first time his rough, strong hands grazed over her soft, bare ass.  He wasn’t dissuaded and kept running his strange hands all over her. Soon, she was running her delicate little hands all over him, as well. 

She could feel the long, thick bulge growing in his costume as it pressed against her stomach. She reached between them and squeezed the fat baton. He moaned and she giggled. Her new friend slipped his own hand between them and slipped a finger into her panties and just dipped into her pussy.

Alyssa’s head was spinning. She was about to kiss the stranger when the DJ decided to take a break and they were forced to retreat from the dance floor.  Alyssa saw her husband at the bar, he had been watching her on the dance floor.

“Having fun?” he asked with a smirk.  His wife blushed a little and started to explain, but he cut her off. “Hey, like I said, it’s Halloween.”

“What does that mean?” Alyssa asked.

Mike pointed across the room. The man she had been dancing with was talking with another man. Both men were watching as their girlfriends were making out in front of them. They saw Alyssa’s dance partner nod and the other man and both women walked out of the main room, holding each other in a very intimate way.

“I guess he’s free,” Mike suggested. Alyssa looked at her husband who seemed to shrug imperceptibly.

The music started again and Alyssa strutted over to her friend, hoping to pick up where they left off. Mike saw his wife say hello again and nod towards the dance floor. The man, whose name he later learned was Rick, leaned in and whispered a counter offer.

Mike could see his hand subtly slip down between them as Rick whispered in Alyssa’s ear. Mike couldn’t tell for sure, but guessed correctly that Rick had again slipped a finger inside his wife. Alyssa nodded hesitantly before walking out of the ballroom with her new friend.

An hour and a half later, Mike found his wife in a hotel room. He walked in with Rick’s girlfriend, Monica, who had agreed to help Mike find his wife.  “There she is,” Monica purred as Mike smiled at his wife. “Tasty little minx,” Monica walked over to join the group on the bed.

Alyssa turned to see her husband smiling at her. Rick was pounding her from behind with his enormous cock while she was sucking the cock of another man, Alex. Alex’s girlfriend was under Alyssa, licking her clit and massaging her soft, naked breasts.

“It is Halloween,” Alyssa said with a cum-covered grin.

Julie had given up her young career to be a housewife.  She did a fantastic job taking care of the house, but despite her always upbeat attitude, her husband Brian could tell his wife was starting to get bored and frustrated.  When Amy, one of Julie’s, old work colleagues was sent on a long-term assignment overseas, Brian had an idea.

He suggested that his wife take some time away from her daily grind and apartment sit for Amy in the city.  Julie was a little worried about, but Brian convinced her by saying that she could always come back whenever she wanted.  “It’s your little sabbatical away from home,” Brian told her.

The first week, Julie spent almost as much time at home as in Amy’s apartment.  She went back on Sunday night and things started changing. “I think I might stay the whole week,” she texted her husband late Sunday night. “There’s a morning drawing class I signed up for–maybe take up my art again. Is that okay?”

“That’s great,” Brian encouraged her. “You don’t need my permission for anything,” he reminded her. “Just pretend I’m a friend,” he suggested.

The next few days, Julie joked about texting her “friend,” telling her husband how her classes were going and how she was enjoying her “freedom” in the city. Towards the end of the week, though, her texts were a little more terse.  Brian didn’t pressure her, but finally, late Saturday morning, he was rewarded.

“I sort of met someone,” she texted hesitantly. She paced, waiting to see what her husband would say, and how far he would let her “sabbatical” go.

“That’s great,” he wrote. Julie started to panic, wondering if her husband had misunderstood her. She was about to text something more explicit, but stopped when she saw he was typing again.  “Is he hot? Tell me all about him.”

Julie described the young man she met at the art class who happened to live in the same building where Julie was apartment sitting. She didn’t know it, but her husband was at home, jerking off to her description of who she had met and what they had done.

“So you’re not jealous?” Julie asked at the end of the conversation.

“Why would I be? We’re just friends,” Brian responded with a wink, wiping the cum from his fingers after typing.  “So where did you leave it? Are you going to see him again?”

“Kind of,” Julie said. “We had dinner last night…” she was wondering if she was ruining her marriage. 

“Wow! Great. Did you guys kiss?” Brian asked, wondering if “make out” was too high school. “Are you going to see him again?“

“Yes…and…” Julie sent the text, nervously wondering if she should type more. “,,,he hasn’t left yet.”

Julie waited anxiously for her husband’s response. “That’s so fucking hot,” he replied. “Tell me everything. And send me pictures,” he asked.

“This is what I’m wearing,” she sent a photo of her in a silk robe half opened.  “He’s in the shower, but I can take pictures when he comes back to bed,” she promised. “He’s REALLY big. God, it felt so good inside me!”

Mark jumped up when he heard the car door slam. Karen would have, but she was tied down to the bed.  “Shit, I think that’s your husband!” Mark said. He grabbed his clothes and bolted, leaving out the back door just as the front door opened.

Karen rolled her eyes, frustrated at the idiocy of her young stud.  She had been dying to be “taken” for so long, but her weak husband never had to balls for real role playing. Now this. She struggled against the ropes as she heard the footsteps in the hall.  Her mind raced as she tried to think of a story–any story–she could tell her husband to explain why she was tied to a bed in a sexy costume.

“Karen? Are you here?” a voice called out.

Karen felt a wave of relief when she realized it wasn’t her husband, but their neighbor, Adam.

“Jim asked me to drop off the hedge trim…” Adam stopped talking as he walked in on Karen and saw her predicament. “What the hell…” he started.

Karen tried to explain through the silk gag. “I vash trying to suffise Jim. Bud da roffs tighteng,” she lied. She had worked out a complicate knot tying scheme that could explain how she tied herself to the bed.

“Really?” Adam said suspiciously. “You think he was going to buy that?” Adam asked, realizing Karen had struggled when she heard the door open.  Karen tried to speak again, but Adam ignored her.  Instead, he bent down and grabbed something from the floor in front of the bed.

“Mark Donnelly,” Adam read the work ID from the wallet the young stud had left behind.  “I see he works at Whole Foods,” Adam noted. “Handsome young man,” he said with a smirk, turning his attention to his incapacitated neighbor.

“You know, I could leave you here like this,” Adam said, eliciting an angry, writhing complaint from Karen. “That would mean you’d get to see whether your self-tying-knot story would work on Jim,” Adam pointed out as he sat on the bed beside her. “Your husband is not bright, but still, that’s a pretty big risk.  On the other hand, I could untie you,” Adam said, eliciting a demanding nod from Karen.  “But what would I get out of that?” he asked as he ran his hand up and down Karen’s stocking clad thigh.

“Vaff aboff your WIFE?!?” Karen accused through the gag.

“Sure, you could tell her about this,” Adam admitted. “But then again, how could you without explaining how you came to be tied to a bed on your own?”

Karen’s eyes widened at the realization of her true predicament. Adam wasn’t waiting, his fingers were already rubbing her pussy through her wet panties. “Besides, Mark ran off leaving you in this terrible state,” Adam said. “I wouldn’t want you to be frustrated all day,” he said as his mouth pressed against her warm moist pussy lips.

By the time Adam pulled out his cock, Karen had already cum twice. When he untied her ropes to flip her over, Karen put her hands behind her back, almost begging to be tied again.  Adam obliged, tying her wrists together before sinking his cock in her from behind.

Deb was traveling on business and knew her husband would be driving himself crazy at home, imagining all sorts of naughty things she might be doing. She decided to tease her husband a little bit, as Jim knew that she was traveling with her new, hot, young coworker, Adam.

Deb put on her skimpy, slutty outfit which she brought for just this reason and took a selfie in the hotel room. Before she could send it to her husband, Adam called to ask if she wanted to grab dinner.

“I was thinking we could grab dinner somewhere close and talk about the meeting tomorrow,” he suggested.

“Sounds great,” Deb responded. “We can talk strategy and think through their objections to the deal. There’s a great little place around the corner,” she added, forgetting the name. They agreed to meet in the lobby in 15 minutes.

Deb got changed into something more professional for dinner with her colleague. As she was about to leave, she remembered the name of the place and looked it up on her phone. She took a quick screenshot and texted it to Alex with the note, “I hope you like hot and spicy Korean.”

In the lobby, Adam seemed uncharacteristically nervous. “You changed,” he noted. Deb agreed, saying she liked to travel in casual clothes, but wanted to look a little professional. “Nah, I thought your other outfit was great,” he said.

Over dinner, Adam was surprisingly flirtatious with Deb. Deb decided that she was imagining most of it because she had teased her husband about wanting to fool around with Adam. After dinner, however, the night took a more interesting turn.

Adam walked Deb up to her room. She was a little surprised that he got off the elevator with her. “Aren’t you on the sixth floor?” she asked.

“Yeah,” Adam said, a little hesitantly. “I figured you would be more comfortable in your room,” he said. Deb took this as a joke, but still wondered why he had followed her to her door. “So, I think I’ll take some of that hot and spicy Korean now,” Adam said before pushing her against the door and kissing her forcefully.

Before Deb could react, Adam’s hand was up her skirt and she was moaning. She let him in the room and suddenly they were on the bed and his massive, thick cock was in her mouth.

They fucked all night and almost missed their meeting in the morning. It wasn’t until Deb opened her phone in the cab back to the hotel to check in with her husband that she realized her mistake. She had sent the naughty photo to Adam instead of the restaurant info. She was still processing what had happened when Adam asked her a question.

“I was thinking we should postpone our flight,” he suggested. “Maybe head back Sunday instead of Friday?” His hand tentatively grazed her stocking clad thigh.

Deb suddenly felt warm in all the right places. “Monday night,” she countered. “If we comr back Sunday, it would be suspicious. We can say we had some final points to discuss with the customer Monday and get back Monday night.” She was surprised at her own cunning. “Plus, it will give me more time with that gorgeous cock of yours,” she whispered in his ear.

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.