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  “Are you sure you want me to have my fun with mashed potatoes tonight?” Ethan asked. “I mean that’s kinda freaky, but if that’s the only option available I suppose I could wait until it cools down…”

  I leaned over and moved my hand down to his cock. It was rock hard in his pants and I grinned. Yeah, he probably would try to have his fun with the mashed potatoes. That was how turned on he seemed. Not that I was going to leave him hanging like that. No, I had far more interesting ideas about where he could put his cock tonight, and it wasn’t anywhere near any foodstuffs.

  “I have a couple of far better ideas where you can use this,” I said.

  “Yeah?” Ethan grunted. Already he was starting to hump against my hand. Oh yeah, he was good and turned on. It was almost unfair that I was getting him this worked up right before we went into our friends’ house where he wouldn’t be able to get any release.

  Not right away, at least.

  “I don’t know baby. I’m thinking it’s been a hell of a long time since you’ve seen me getting up close and personal with another guy.”

  Ethan let out a shuddering breath and I could feel his cock starting to twitch in my hand. I moved my finger down to the base of his cock to keep it from blowing. No, I didn’t want him going over the edge and ruining the fun I was planning on having this evening.

  “You know how much Ryan has the hots for me too…”

  Ethan very nearly choked and I felt the car swerving under me. I pulled away from him and grabbed onto the “oh shit” bar over my head, but he got it under control soon enough. Once it looked like we weren’t in any danger of going off the road I returned my hand to his cock, but I resolved to be a little more careful about my revelations while we were in a moving vehicle.

  “So I take you didn’t know about that?”

  “Well I’ve seen the way he looks at you at parties and stuff, but I never thought…”

  I smiled. I figured now was as good a time as any for a few revelations of the fun I’d had the last time we were over at their house. It was a revelation I’d been saving for one day when we had some time to really sit back and enjoy ourselves in the bedroom, but of course that day never came because of course we never got much time to ourselves.

  “Well I was in the kitchen helping him clean up. You were off in the living room drooling over Alyssa so you weren’t paying much attention to me,” I said.

  “Hey, I don’t…”

  I put a finger to Ethan’s lips. “Hush. It’s okay. I know she’s a hottie. I’d be staring at her too if I wasn’t busy helping with the dishes.”

  Ethan looked at me with a sheepish grin. He knew when he’d been caught, and at least he didn’t try to talk his way out of it. He knew I wasn’t the type to get jealous anyways. At least I wasn’t the type to get to jealous. Usually. Besides, it’s not like I had a pot to piss in when it came to the jealousy game considering all the things he’d let me get away with over the years.

  “So what happened when you were in the kitchen and I was busy staring at Alyssa? In my defense she was wearing a ridiculously low cut top that night and every time she leaned forward she…”

  “You could see all the way to Timbuktu. Trust me, I noticed, and don’t think she wasn’t doing that on purpose letting you get a good look, but that’s not my story.”

  Ethan jumped and I had to suppress a giggle. My husband was hot, but he really could be oblivious sometimes. It occurred to me that he really and truly might not have realized that Alyssa was laying it on pretty thick. He probably thought she was the innocent young housewife, but I was willing to bet there were hidden depths there that were waiting to be explored. She’d certainly made sure to give him one hell of a show every time she found an excuse to lean over that night.

  She’d found a lot of excuses to lean over that night.

  But that wasn’t what we were talking about right now. No, I was far more interested in telling Ethan all about what happened with Ryan. He could worry about what was going on with him and Alyssa when we got to the party.

  “So you were busy staring at Alyssa’s tits while she was showing them off, and meanwhile Ryan came in to see if he could help with the dishes. Seems only fair since it was his house and his wife left me high and dry at the sink.”

  “Naturally,” Ethan said. “I wonder where she disappeared to?”

  “Doesn’t matter,” I said. “The only thing that does matter is that I was minding my own business washing dishes when Ryan comes up behind me which was very naughty to begin with.”

  “Yeah?” Ethan licked his lips. It was pretty damn obvious he could tell there was something I was leaving out. I reached out to grab his cock again and it was pulsing in my hand. Fuck was he turned on!

  “Well then I felt it. His cock was so hard and he was grinding it against my ass and I was so surprised that I just stood there wondering if this was really happening, but then I started thinking of all the fun we used to have and that you wouldn’t really mind as long as I told you all about it later…”

  “Fuck yeah I don’t mind!” Ethan gasped. “So what happened then? Did he dry hump you right there in the kitchen?”

  “You know he did,” I said. “He was grinding against me with his hands at my sides and I started pushing back against him. I didn’t get many dishes washed while he was doing that. No, it was all I could do to hang on for dear life as he started grunting and…”

  “Did he come against you? Did you let him blow his load against your ass?”

  I shook my head, a frown coming to my face. I’d been so damn close that night. I’d been right on the edge and I was standing there holding the edge of the sink in a white-knuckled grip wondering how I was going to keep quiet enough that no one would realize what was happening when I came against Ryan’s cock.

  “I was so frustratingly close and then I heard someone coming down the stairs. Suddenly Ryan was pulling away, but not before his hand traced up and he was cupping my tits for a moment, playing with my nipples, and then he was off to the side leaving me there whimpering against the sink frustrated and not coming.”

  “Fuck,” Ethan whispered. “Is that why I got that fucking of a lifetime when we got home that night?”

  “You bet your ass it is,” I said.

  “So who was coming down the stairs?”

  I shrugged. “No idea. I didn’t even know someone was up there. I know Emma was nowhere to be found, and Owen certainly wasn’t down there in the living room to stop you from staring at his wife’s tits. I also know that it sounded like there were two sets of feet coming down those stairs, but I didn’t ever see who it was because I was afraid if I moved I’d collapse.”

  “So you think Emma was maybe upstairs with Owen?”

  “I don’t think it,” I said. “The real question is, what were they doing up there?”

  “Maybe he needed something they only had upstairs?”

  “Like Ryan’s wife?”

  Ethan’s cock twitched in my hand again and I knew he was close. I knew I was going to have to dial back the stimulation if I wanted him to last until we got to the house. So I pulled my hand away and he let out a groan of frustration that sounded suspiciously similar to some of the noises I’d made last week when it became obvious Ryan had no intention of finishing the tease he’d started. Damn it.

  I found myself wondering what Emma would think if she knew what her husband had been getting up to in the kitchen. I wondered if they had an arrangement similar to what Ethan and I did. I also wondered about what she’d been doing with Owen, if indeed that was who she was up there with. There were all sorts of possibilities swirling around, and I had a gut feeling that all of it was going to come out tonight in one hell of a major way.

  “So are you ready for some adventures tonight?” I asked.

  “Fuck yeah I am,” Ethan said. “I’m definitely more excited about what the night might bring than I was. I had no idea all this was going on.”

  “You know it babe,�
�� I said.

  “So why didn’t you tell me about what happened with you and Ryan earlier?”

  I sighed. That was a fair question. One I’d hoped to avoid by having the big reveal while we were fucking and Ethan wasn’t really thinking clearly. No, telling him about it when we were on a drive with nothing to do but think and when I didn’t want him going over the edge was probably the worst place I could’ve said anything if I wanted to avoid that question.

  “I guess I wanted to save it for something special, but we’re always in such a hurry and the time didn’t seem right. Besides, I was worried.”

  Ethan turned to me, concern plain on his face. “Worried? What are you talking about?”

  “Well I kept thinking about all the fun we used to have, and how frustrating it is that we haven’t been able to do anything like that for the past couple of years. I guess a part of me was worried that if I said anything it would just remind you of the old days and what we don’t have anymore.”

  Ethan chuckled and shook his head. His hand moved out and wrapped around mine. “We’ll just have to make up for lost time then, won’t we?”

  I grinned. “Sounds like a plan! Besides, I’m sure you’re going to have a hell of a lot of fun watching Emma and Alyssa in their bikinis tonight.”

  Ethan grinned and I could tell what he was thinking about. He was thinking of Emma who was about our age and still insanely hot. She was a gym rat like me, though she had a more curvy figure. Not fat, just your classic hourglass bombshell. Then there was Alyssa, the petite beauty who was part of the new couple in our group of friends. Fresh out of college by a couple of years and new to the neighborhood, Owen and Alyssa were still in that honeymoon phase and they didn’t have any kids to interrupt their sex life. Not yet, at least. She was a classic petite sculpted beauty, and I saw the way Ethan was always looking at her.

  “Yeah, that’s going to be a lot of fun,” he said.

  “Oh yeah, I can think of the fun you’d like to have with Alyssa,” I said.

  “Maybe, but to be honest I’m still far more interested in watching you with Ryan.”

  I wanted to explore this some more, but before I could get anything else out he turned on the turn signal and we were pulling into the driveway. I stared up at their expansive house and took in a deep breath.

  Whatever was going to happen, it was happening here. It was time for the fantasizing to move into reality. I hoped.

  3: Ryan

  My hands were on the counter as I grinded my cock against Emma. Moving back and forth pressing her against the sink and enjoying the moans every time I pressed into her tight ass. An ass that I still loved and was even hotter and more toned today than the day we’d been married fifteen years ago.

  “It was right here,” I whispered as I nuzzled against her ear. Emma let out an appreciative moan as she held the sink in just the same spot Jennifer had been holding it when they were over at our house a couple of weeks ago. I nearly came in my pants when I thought about grinding against that young hottie, though I guess to be fair they were only a few years younger than us.

  “Why did you stop baby?” Emma whined. She tried pressing her ass back against me and I pulled away. If I had much more contact then I was going to be coming against her ass, and as much fun as that would be I didn’t want to ruin my fun before the evening had even started!

  “This is really fucking hot baby, but I’m afraid if we keep this up I’m going to blow a load and then we’ll ruin some of the fun,” I said.

  Emma wheeled around and I looked her up and down. She looked so fucking hot standing there in her slinky red dress that I knew had her bikini on underneath. It formed to her body in all the right places, showing off dangerous curves that always got other guys’ attention. Though it seemed that she was always more interested in seeing me getting other girls’ attention than the other way around.

  Not that I was complaining. It let me have adventures like my fun with the gorgeous Jennifer!

  Emma also still held a knife in one hand. I had one of those weird moments where I reflected on how odd this fantasy of sharing each other really was. Most of the time a woman with a knife like that would be coming at her husband if she heard about how he was grinding against another woman. Emma wasn’t most women, though, and I was super thankful for that. She followed my gaze and her cheeks colored when she realized she still had the knife in her hand. She tossed it into the sink and wrapped her arms around me. One leg went up and I caught it as I held her there, grinding against her pussy.

  God she felt great. All these years married to each other and I still loved the feel of her body molded against mine. I still loved the heat of her pussy grinding against my cock. I still loved every inch of her perfect body. Craved it like an addict craves a drug.

  “What do you think Ethan would have to say if he knew you were getting up close and personal with his wife?” Emma asked, a naughty smile on her face.

  “I don’t think Ethan would give a flying fuck,” I said. I leaned in closer until my lips brushed against my wife’s ear. “Besides, he was too busy checking out Alyssa’s tits in the living room. I can’t think of a man alive who would pay attention to anything else if he was getting the kind of show Alyssa was putting on.”

  Emma’s grip tightened against me. I looked down at her with a smirk of my own plastered on my face. There we go. Finally I was getting a jealous reaction out of her, and it wasn’t because of me. I probably should’ve been insulted or worried or something that she got jealous at the idea of another man, not her husband, checking out one of the women in our group. I didn’t worry though. It just turned me on.

  “He was checking out Alyssa?” she asked, her voice so casual and without tone that it was blindingly obvious she was trying and failing to keep things under control. I decided to up the intensity of the moment. I started grinding my cock against her.

  “Would that be so wrong if he was? I know you saw what she was wearing.”

  Emma licked her lips. I found myself wondering what she’d look like if she was running her tongue along a different set of lips. I shivered and gave her a particularly powerful thrust that caused her to moan and tighten her grip as she held on for dear life.

  “That was pretty fucking hot,” she said.

  “Oh I know. So hot. Too bad it was Ethan really enjoying the show and not you, right?”

  Emma looked up at me, blinked, but the shock was only on her face for the briefest of moments. Then she grinned and smacked my shoulder.

  “You asshole. How did you know?”

  “You’re my wife,” I said with a shrug. “If I couldn’t tell when you were checking someone out I wouldn’t be much of a husband, now would I?”

  Emma sighed. “She was looking pretty fucking hot.”

  “Yeah? So what would you like to do to her? Were you wondering what it would feel like to run your hands all over her body? Maybe kiss down her stomach, press your lips against…”

  I never got a chance to finish that thought, unfortunately. Emma was starting to get really hot and bothered. Her body was shuddering against me and I thought she might be on the verge of an honest-to-God “look ma, no hands!” orgasm as I grinded my cock against her. Unfortunately that moment where we were poised on the moment of inevitability was interrupted by the doorbell ringing.

  Emma’s grip tightened on my back.

  “You don’t have to answer that,” she moaned into my chest. Oh yeah, she was so close. Close enough that I knew it would be evil and absolutely perfect at the same time to leave her hanging. Leave her on the edge and wanting more. It wouldn’t do to let her have all the fun now before the evening really got going! So I pulled away from her. Forced myself to removed my cock from that hot pleasure waiting between her legs.

  Emma looked up at me with a pout on her face. “No fair.”

  I put a hand under her chin and leaned down to kiss her. She tried to turn the kiss into something more. Tried to use the moment of distraction to wr
ap her arms around me and entrap me against her once more, but I wasn’t falling for that. We’d been married long enough that I knew all of her cheap moves, and I could get away from them if I wasn’t in the mood to fall for it. So I ducked her arms and wagged a finger right in front of her nose.

  “Bad girl,” I said. “I don’t want to keep our guests waiting, do I?”

  As though to punctuate that point the doorbell rang again. I clapped my hands together, grinned at my wife who was standing in the kitchen shivering, and turned for the front door. As I made that short walk I tried to think of anything but what I’d just been doing with my wife to get my hard on to go down, but it was difficult since at the same time I knew it would be either Jennifer or Alyssa waiting for me on the other side of that door. Jennifer would be a more welcome sight than Alyssa, but both of them were fucking hot.

  Thinking about those two beauties and their husbands naturally led to thoughts of where this evening might go. Three couples. One house. I’d specifically invited everyone over for a pool party in the hopes that would get everyone wearing as little as possible. I made sure there’d be plenty of alcohol.

  There was a part of me, the realistic part of me grounded in reality, that didn’t think there was a chance of anything actually happening tonight despite all the trouble I’d went to. And yet. There was no denying that there was tension brewing in our little group of friends. Tension that was ready to explode. Someone just needed to light the fuse and watch it burn.

  Maybe it was my hard cock talking, but I desperately hoped I’d lit the fuse tonight with the combination of hard bodies and booze. I knew Jennifer would be up for some fun after what happened last week. The only question now was whether or not her husband would go so far as going along for the ride.