MasukTara laughed. "She can be a little conservative, I know. I remember her high school boyfriends all limping home with horrific blue balls. I guess I don't want to be like Kate, either. Just, maybe, something in between?" "Speaking of our significant others, maybe we should try to go find them," I said.Tara agreed.We climbed off the couch and wandered around. Through the living room and over to the kitchen. I noticed that Brian had abandoned his post. We found a set of stairs that led down to a gaming room with a pool table and yet another fully stocked bar. It was still as crowded as before -- more people than I could remember ever seeing in one house. But we didn't see Kate or Jesse anywhere."Maybe in the upstairs?" Tara suggested.We made our way up to the second floor and found ourselves looking down a long, dark hallway. There were four closed doors on either side, plus one at the end. The music was quieter here, muted. The crowds had kept themselves to the downstairs. It was al
Brian went straight to a nearby cooler that was resting on the floor. He knelt down and grabbed a bottle of beer, cracking it open before handing it to me. I turned to hand it back to Jesse, but he was gone. I supposed he'd dropped away at some point on the journey over. I guess I was supposed to wonder about him, but honestly, I was glad my greasy shadow was gone."See? I told you," Brian said, clinking his own beer with mine. "Nice, right?""It's a lot," I said."Hell yeah!" Brian said, clapping me on the back."Won't the neighbors complain about the noise?" I asked."Are you kidding? They're all here, too," Brian said, pointing around the room.We stayed in the kitchen, drinking and doing our best to talk over the cacophony. Brian plied me with beers, and we talked about work stuff. When that topic ran out, we moved to sports. We didn't have much else to say to each other, and it was a stark reminder of how surface-level our friendship was. Like a particularly fickle houseplant, it
I could see why she appreciated my outfit as Tara was wearing practically the same thing: a thin green sweater and a pair of dark jeans. Sensing that the moment was only getting more awkward, I hurried over to shake Jesse's hand. He gave me a firm grip, but the look in his eyes spoke only of escape.Jesse was a tall guy (I had to look up to meet his eyes and, as I said, I'm over six feet) with messy, dark brown hair, and tattoos sleeved top to bottom on both arms. I'm told he's handsome, but I found him gawky and odd. The fact that he stank of cigarettes only made him more off-putting.Unlike the rest of us who'd dressed up, Jesse looked like he was going to spend the night working on his motorcycle he had on a dark, stained t-shirt and a pair of ripped jeans. I doubted he'd washed his hair in weeks. His look matched his 'dirtbag' personality to a tee.We spent a little time standing there, talking in the living room like some higher being was forcing us. We were all familiar with eac
"I suppose," I said, "It's a nice thought.""Right?" Brian gave me a hearty slap on the shoulder. It felt like getting shoved by a gorilla. "We get married and we get locked into who we are. Who we think that's how it should be. But the truth is, you can have everything you want. Trust me, Kate's feeling the same thing. Even if she isn't willing to say it. You just have to be willing to take risks. Are you willing to do that, Andy? Take a risk to get what you truly want?""I'm not sure I understand what you mean," I said, cagey."I'm talking about a party, man!" Brian said, and he threw back his head and laughed. "Going out, having a good time, the whole thing. Vanessa and I both think you two would have an amazing time. It would mean a lot to us if you showed." I knew my answer was 'no.' But I couldn't form the word in front of Brian. I was weirdly anxious about disappointing him. So, instead, I deftly deflected. I told him that I had to talk to Kate first, knowing that my wife would
A week later, Kate met with her sister for brunch again. This time, thankfully, my wife came home buzzed and bubbly. It was like seeing the sun for the first time after weeks of storms."Tara laid down the law," Kate explained as she walked into our house, "And Jesse backed off." She wrapped her long arms around my neck and gave me a kiss. She started to lead me back to the bedroom. I followed her, like a giddy puppy.As soon as we got to the bedroom, I reached back to unzip her dress, but she wagged her finger at me. Kate slipped away from my grasp, then turned out all the lights and closed the blinds. The room took on a dusky, tangerine tint. Kate went into the master bathroom. I heard her washing up.I got naked and sat on the bed, waiting for her. Kate opened the door and gasped."Get under the covers, you naughty boy," she said, giggling.I did as I was told. The room was bright enough with the midday sun that I could make out the curves of my wife's incredible body as she crosse
For the next few days, despite the fact that we didn't talk about what had happened, our conversation kept rambling through my mind. I soon found out that Kate had been ruminating on it, as well.It happened on a Wednesday night. We'd gone out for dinner with my work friend, Brian, and his wife, Vanessa. It was one of those meet-cute couple dates where we tried to see if maybe we could be more than people who shared a job. We met at a new restaurant, a former diner that with a retro 50's style and cheeky offerings like 'deconstructed mac and cheese' and 'impossible meatloaf.' The place was loud and bustling -- far too hip and trying way too hard for the simple suburbia that surrounded it.Brian and Vanessa were a nice enough couple. They were younger than us by a few years and clearly from a more popular crowd. Brian was athletic, shorter than me but well-built, with close-cropped dark hair. His wife, Vanessa, was a very pretty blonde with one of those shining smiles that must have ta
Brian started grinding against Ariana again. But even I could tell, from a distance, that this was all a ploy. As expected, Brian let his dick break into Ariana's pussy. But this time, he didn't stop. "Brian..." Ariana moaned."Stop being such a bitch," Brian told her.Ariana's eyes went wide, but
"NO! this was the first time I ever touched another man since you and I met.""I was a little drunk when all of this was happening. I probably wouldn't have done anything more than let him fondle me except that I was so turned on by how big his cock was."Sharon picked up the pace of grinding her h
She said it was only fitting that Max have ownership of that part of her pussy that nobody else could reach.I asked her if she was kidding and she told me, "Max owns that part of my pussy because only he can reach it."After we were finished, Sharon went to the bathroom and showered. I was still h
"I don't really want to suck you off again, Collins," she says quietly, as she keeps lightly stroking my cock. "I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me, Collins.I can't believe I'm hearing right. My step-sister , who I've been fantasizing about, as I spied on her through her window, is now ask







