The wine had loosened us all up, and so I answered truthfully.
“Nine.” “Nine!
Does that include high school?” “Um…
no.” I laughed, looking around the room, trying to avoid eye contact after my admission.
“Whoa!
That’s way more than me, and probably more than you Tom!” Eric said.
“I think she tied with me,” Tom said.
“Only Becky stopped with Rain after graduation, while you carried on,” Joe said.
“Maybe she didn’t stop,” Tom grinned to me.
“Maybe she and I are kindred spirits.” I was beet red, but I smiled and glanced up at Tom.
I could only meet his gaze for a second before turning away.
I felt him increase the pressure of his thigh against mine.
Instinctively, I pressed back.
Just then we heard a car pull up.
“That must be James and Irene,” Eric said.
The words shocked me back to reality.
“I just need to make a quick trip to the powder room,” I said, getting up.
I walked quickly towards the back of the house where there was a small washroom.
I felt unsteady, but managed to walk in a straight line.
I heard sound of two car doors slamming as I walked.
I was grateful that James and Irene arrived when they did.
I’m sure nothing further would have happened, but now that I was away from the men I was surprised that I had pressed my leg back against Tom’s.
I blamed the wine, and I hoped that he didn’t misinterpret that simple act as a sign of sexual interest.
As I pushed open the door to the powder room Tom appeared beside me.
“We only have about fifteen seconds,” he said.
“With his bad ankle James will take a moment to reach the house.” I didn’t know what Tom meant, but he held my hips and pushed me inside the room, closing the door behind us.
“Tom, what are you” I was cut off by Tom’s kiss.
He embraced me tightly, thrusting his tongue into my mouth.
I could feel his body against mine, and his unmistakable erection pressed against my belly.
I was surprised and tried to push him away.
He backed away slightly, but only to give his hand room to reach down to the front hem of my dress, pulling it up.
“Tom!” I whispered harshly.
I was breathing heavily, and not sure if it was from anxiety or arousal.
I felt a jolt of electricity in my stomach and down to my pussy as Tom maneuvered his hand down the front of my panties.
I was surprised at myself as I kept still and didn’t say anything further.
Tom was embracing me with his other arm, but I was not being held tightly in place.
I realized that I could have stopped Tom by squeezing my legs shut and turning my body, or by pushing him away and leaving the washroom.
But I did not do any of those things.
“Uh!” I heard myself say as Tom lightly pressed his fingers on my folds.
He moved his hand around, feeling the heat of me.
I shivered in pleasure as he thrust his middle finger inside of me.
“You’re so wet,” Tom whispered with a smile.
He was right.
I was drenched.
The wine, the flirting, and feeling myself pressed between two men while on the couch had aroused me more than I realized.
And Tom’s sudden passionate kiss had excited me even more.
As did the thrill of him finger fucking me in the washroom, with others not far away.
My hands were on Tom’s chest.
I again thought about pushing him away forcefully, but didn’t.
I just stood there as he moved his finger in and out of my pussy.
I inhaled sharply and trembled as his palm contacted my clit.
He kissed me again.
This time it was I who thrust my tongue into his mouth.
We heard Irene’s voice in the hallway.
Tom pulled back.
I opened my eyes to see that he was gone.
For a moment I was in a daze.
I saw myself in the mirror, my eyelids half closed, my face flushed, and my chest rising and falling with my quick breaths.
I tried to get myself under control but I was so aroused.
I closed the door fully and put my hand down my panties, masturbating furiously.
I cupped my mouth with my other hand to stifle my moans.
I was breathing loudly through my nose, moaning softly as I came.
I heard Irene say “Where’s Rain?” and then her footsteps on the porcelain floor near the washroom.
I was leaning on the countertop, still breathing heavily after my orgasm.
“Rain?” Irene knocked on the door.
“Yes hello Irene, I’ll be out in a moment,” I replied as calmly as I could.
I turned on the tap and rinsed my hands.
I dried them quickly, smoothed out my dress, and exited the washroom.
“Hello dear,” Irene gave her customary greeting, including a kiss on the cheek.
“What’s the matter?
You look tired.
Your face is red.” “I think it might be a mild reaction to the wine,” I lied.
“Do you mind if I get a ride home with you?
I’m not all right to drive.” “Of course.
I’m ready to leave now if you are.” We walked back to the living room, where James was now sitting on the small couch, his cane leaning against the armrest.
I smiled and walked over to him.
“James, how is your ankle?” I leaned down to give James a kiss on the cheek.
“Oh it’s nothing Rain.
Tripped over my own shoelaces on the court,” James smiled.
“I’m taking Rain home,” Irene said.
But then she turned to me.
“What about your car, dear?
James is in no shape to drive it back.
Can we leave it here overnight, Eric?” “I got a ride here with Joe,” Tom spoke up.
“Rain, if you leave me your keys I’ll drive myself home in your car tomorrow morning, then I can drop your car off at your place in the afternoon.” “I can’t let you do that Tom,” I demurred.
“How will you get home?” “I’ll have Joe follow me and James.
Or I’ll take a taxi.
Hand over the keys, young lady,” Tom held out his hand.
I was reluctant, both for the trouble it would be for him, but I also didn’t want to send him the wrong message.
James made the decision for me “That would be great, thanks Tom,” James said.
I was now in a difficult spot.
I couldn’t drive myself, yet I didn’t want Tom to deliver the car.
I didn’t want to see him.
Now had no real choice in the matter.
“That would be lovely,” I finally said.
I fished through my purse and handed the keys to Tom.
I met his gaze briefly.
He was smiling.
I looked away quickly, afraid I would smile back.
After a little more small talk among the six of us Irene and I said goodbye and left in James’ car.
“I’m so excited for you Rain,” Irene said as we left the property.
“If Eric likes your work, this may lead to a lot more business.
You might need to hire more people.” “Yes, that would be something,” I replied.
Irene loves to converse and to her credit she is an interesting person, but my heart wasn’t into small talk.
I was tired from the wine and ashamed of myself.
Not because I felt that I had led Tom on, but because I realized how much I enjoyed his hands on me.
I loved Ethan, so why was I feeling this way?
I felt like a promiscuous school girl, who had let the captain of the football team finger me behind my partner’s back.
I looked out the window as Irene drove.
I tried to think of other things, but my mind kept wandering back to the time we were on the couch.
Feeling Tom’s thigh on mine had been a thrill.
Every time I thought about it I felt a pleasant jolt to my pussy, especially when I thought about what Tom had done to me in the powder room.
His assertiveness, the fact that it had happened so close to everyone else, the risk of being discovered…
I was getting wet again.
I thought of the moment Tom slid his hand down the front of my panties.
I squeezed my legs together, intensifying my arousal.
I couldn’t wait to get home to masturbate.
Ethan was out, so I would have some time to myself.
Before I knew it, Irene was pulling into my driveway.
Time had passed quickly when I was lost in fantasy.
By now it was well after 10pm.
“Thank you so much Irene.
Would you like to come in for a while?” “Oh no thanks Rain, it’s late.
I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” “All right, good night,” I got out of the car and walked to my front door.
Since Ethan wasn’t home yet Irene waited until I unlocked and opened the door before leaving.
I waved goodbye and stepped inside.
With my overall tiredness and the lingering effects of the wine, sat on the hallway bench to take off my shoes rather than just step out of them.
The house was dark except for the light streaming in from the streetlights, and the bright moon out back.
Now that my eyes had adjusted I could see well enough.
I walked upstairs, walking almost in a daze.
I could feel the heat between my legs, and involuntarily gave my hips an extra sway as I slowly ascended the stairs, even though there was nobody behind me who would see it.
I did it for myself, and for my thoughts of what Tom did to me.
I turned on the light to our bedroom and stepped out of my sundress, hanging it up in the closet.
I slid the sliding mirror door closed and looked at myself.
I was naked except for my panties.
I felt so sexy.
I walked to the bed, imagining that Tom and Joe were at my open bedroom door, watching me.
I crawled onto the bed.
I was going to get under the covers but I was so incredibly aroused.
I stayed on all fours, keeping my behind facing the door.
I slowly rotated my hips, imagining that Tom and Joe were there watching me.
I moved my chest down to the bed, keeping my ass in the air.
I reached back and slowly pulled my panties down, exposing my ass an inch at a time.
The more I exposed my ass, the deeper my breathing became.
My heart was pounding.
I could feel how wet I was.
I could smell my own scent.
“Ahhhh,” I moaned softly,imagining Tom’s eyes on my ass.
I pulled my panties down to mid- thigh, feeling the cool air on my pussy.
I rotated my hips and inserted a finger into myself, feeling my wetness.
“Oh wow, you must have heard me come in,” I heard Ethan say.
My body jerked slightly in surprise at hearing his voice.
My first instinct was to cover up in embarrassment, but then I realized if I did so, Ethan would realize that I hadn’t heard him come in and I was simply masturbating.
I realized I shouldn’t have been self-conscious, but I hadn’t done something like this for Ethan in years.
We had fallen into a bit of a boring routine, and this was unusual behavior for me.
“Do you like it?” I rotated my hips again, trying to let on that I had decided to do this on purpose to surprise him.
“Oh yes,” I heard Ethan begin to undress.
I moved my middle finger between my legs and rubbed it up and down between my pussy lips.
I looked back and saw Ethan increase the pace of his clothes removal.
He threw his shirt on the chair and unbuckled his pants, quickly stepping out of them.
He removed his socks and was now completely naked.
I turned my head forward again and gave my hips another swivel as he got onto the bed and mounted me.
When it comes to being fucked from behind, the moment when a man places a hand on my hip is breathtaking for me.
I moaned as Ethan gripped my left hip, while he used his right hand to guide his cock towards my entrance.
I could feel the tip of his penis begin to part my vagina.
“Ohhhh!” I let out a great moan as he slowly slid into me.
I was so wet that he moved in effortlessly.
“You are so wet, you must be so horny,” Ethan said.
“It feels so good.” “Mmmmm,” was my reply as Ethan slowly moved forward.
I could feel myself being filled up until he was all the way inside.
I loved Ethan’s cock.
It was about average sized, about six inches, sometimes a little less, sometimes a little more, depending on how aroused he was.
It felt like he was very aroused.
His mushroom tip was as big as ever.
Now he gripped my hips with both hands.
I knew I was in for a good pounding.
I couldn’t wait.
I reached over and grabbed the nearest pillow, hugging it to my chest.
I glanced over at the closet mirror and saw myself and Ethan behind me.
My ass in the air, hugging the pillow tightly, in anticipation of a good fucking.
Martin slowly pulled out, then thrust his cock back in.
He fucked me slowly, and I could feel every glorious inch, especially the head.
I could feel it caress my insides.
I was getting wetter every second.
“God yes, Oh, yes!” I said with my eyes closed.
Ethan’s cock felt so good.
He picked up the pace slightly.
I wish he would fuck me harder, but I knew he would in a moment.
For now he was establishing a medium pace, and I was loving how his cock filled me.
Ethan gripped my hips tighter.
“I’m going to give you what you need,” he said.
Having walked in to see my ass in the air, Ethan read me perfectly.
I was extra horny, but not for any reason Ethan might have thought.
“I deserve it,” I said.
“I’m a slut that needs to be fucked hard.
Take me.
Fuck me!” With that Ethan started pounding me hard.
His hips sapped against my ass, moving my body back and forth with each thrust.
“Uhhhhhhh!” I said, over and over, feeling Ethan’s hard cock angrily thrust into me.
“Harder!” I shouted.
Ethan slammed into me.
I loved it, but I wanted it rougher.
I wanted Ethan to grip my hips harder, and even lift my ass as he fucked me.
“Cum in me!” I said.
Ethan nearly always orgasmed inside me, but I loved saying the words.
“Cum inside your hot slut!” Such a hard cock…
it needed release, and I knew it would burst forth soon.
“Ah,” Ethan grunted between thrusts.
“Hot slut…
your…
hot pussy…
hot cunt!” Ethan gave a bigger thrust and unleashed his torrent of semen into me.
I pushed back, eager to take it all, as deeply as possible.
I had already orgasmed, but I furiously fingered my clit because I wanted to cum again.
I was on the edge, but then my orgasm started to waver.
Until I thought of Tom.
I knew Tom would fuck me as hard as I wanted.
Harder than Ethan ever could.
I started to go crazy with lust.
I imagined it was Tom that had been fucking me.
Tom’s hard cock was throbbing, gushing its hot semen into me.
That sent me over the edge.
“Ahhhh!” I moaned and moaned, my orgasm washing over me.
Ethan’s cock gave its last spasm, and he collapsed onto me.
Ethan breathed on my neck.
I loved the feeling of his body on me.
He was heavy, but I relished it.
Tom would be even heavier, I thought.
Ethan rolled off of me.
I turned over and lay my head on his chest.
Martin held me, which after the fucking, was my favorite part of lovemaking.
We were both out of breath and didn’t speak for a moment while we recovered.
“That was great,” Ethan said.
“I’d love to see you play with yourself like that more often.” “Mmm,” I murmured, rolling off of him.
I went into the bathroom to clean up, which was my usual routine.
As I ran the warm tap water over the washcloth, I began to feel guilty for what I had done with Tom, and even more for fantasizing about him a moment ago.
I went over the events that happened after dinner.
I had to admit that I enjoyed the attention.
I had to admit that when I felt Tom’s thigh pressing against mine, I pressed back.
I felt angry at Tom for taking advantage of me in the bathroom.
But had he really taken advantage of me?
I could have pushed him out.
I could have turned to the side when he kissed me and stepped back, reducing his access to me.
I could have cried out, especially since by then James and Irene had been at the door.
I could have stopped Tom.
Instead, I had kissed him back, which he took as an invitation to slide his hand under my panties.
Oh god, I thought as I felt a jolt to my pussy.
Tom had his finger in me…
he finger fucked me this evening!
What am I going to do?
I had so many mixed feelings as I tried to suppress my arousal.
I calmed myself down and felt a little better for my resolve.
The long day was catching up to me.
The wine, the excitement, and the lovemaking had led me to exhaustion.
I got back into bed.
Ethan was already asleep.
I drifted off soon after.
Sunday morning found my car in the driveway, the keys in the mailbox.
Tom and Joe must have dropped it off early.
I was glad that they didn’t knock on the door to visit with us.
This morning was the first opportunity of the weekend for Ethan and me to talk.
I still felt badly about what had happened at Eric’s house, but I kept telling myself that it was a mistake and it wouldn’t happen again.
We all make mistakes.
We were standing at the countertop.
Ethan put his arm around my waist and poured my coffee as I buttered his toast.
“Thanks hon,” I said.
Ethan kissed my forehead before he sat down at the breakfast table.
I put the toast on his plate and sat opposite.
“How did it go at Eric’s yesterday?” he said between bites of toast.
“Can you do something with his place?” “It went all right, but to be honest, I don’t think I will take the job.” “What?” Ethan looked at me intently.
“Why not?” “It’s a lot of work and I’m busy with my existing clients.” “I don’t get it,” Ethan looked at me.
“You were all gung-ho to do this job, and said you could handle it.
Why the change of heart?” “It will mean less time for us.
I’d be busy most weekends.” Ethan thought for a moment.
“Did you already tell Eric you would take the job?” “Yes, but–” “Then you have to follow through.
You can’t back out now, you’ll look unprofessional.
The job shouldn’t take more than a few weeks.
We’ll have plenty of time after that.
We’ll go on vacation, maybe Hawaii.” I sipped my coffee and didn’t say anything.
Ethan’s phone beeped with an email message, so he didn’t notice that I was frowning.
Ethan was right, I had to continue with the job.
Tom and the rest wouldn’t be there.
It was just a fluke that Eric’s dinner with his friends had happened the same evening I was present.
I was scheduled to go to Eric’s Tuesday evening to photograph the hallway.
I could have assigned it to my assistant Susan at my office, but she was swamped with other work.
Tom wouldn’t be there, I thought to myself.
But I wonder what might happen if he were?
My pussy tingled at the thought.
This time I didn’t feel guilty.
It was only a fantasy…
and we’re all entitled to a little sexual fantasy, aren’t we?
I had just put the thought out of my mind when I got a text from Eric.
“Still on for Tuesday evening?” “Yes, for sure”, I replied.
“Good.
I can also give you a bottle of wine to take home from my collection.
I actually have too much of the stuff.” “Thank you Eric, but that’s not necessary” “I insist Rain…
get it before Tom takes it.
He might show up on Tuesday.” I turned off my phone’s screen.
Tom will be there, I thought.
I looked over at Martin.
He continued to intently scroll through his phone, reading emails.
I could feel my pussy getting wet.
Not from looking at my husband…
but from thinking about Tom.