So. I returned home from dropping off Charles, still in the same dress, buttons still missing, thigh-highs, and garter. My feet were tired, so I was carrying the pumps when I walked in. Dan was waiting by the door, still naked.
"Hi, Hon'," I greeted.
Without a word, he took me in one arm and put the other hand on my breast, kissing me hungrily. I hugged him and kissed him back. He led me to our bedroom and laid me face up across the bed straddling me. He was already hard. He unbuttoned the rest of my dress and laid it open. He unfastened my stockings and pulled them from my legs. I raised my butt up to help him with the garter belt. He pulled that off then lifted me to slide the dress off my shoulders. I pulled my arms out, and let it fall behind me. For the second time that day I was fully naked. Dan kissed and bit my neck and shoulders while he massaged my breasts.
I moaned.
A string of his precum dripped on me when his cock brushed against me.
Dan hadn't even entered me yet, but I gushed, and my pussy ached for his cock.
He entered me.
I moaned again, and he pumped me. Again and again, hard, until he exploded inside me. We came together in powerful orgasm. He fell on top of me, his cock still in me as my vagina throbbed involuntarily. We lay there panting in missionary until he rolled off and lay next to me on our bed.
"Good?" he asked.
"Yeah," I answered between breaths.
We descended together into post-coital ecstasy.
Then Dan spoke first, "Jeannie?"
"Hm?" I said, jarred from my dreamy twilight state.
"You awake?"
"Yeah."
"Where does he live?"
"Who?"
"Charles. Where does he live?"
I finished waking up.
"Oh," I said. "In a little apartment just around the corner from the café where we picked him up."
"Did you fuck him?"
I propped myself on an elbow to look at Dan's face.
"Dan!" I told him, "You watched us fuck. That's why we called him."
"I know that," Dan said,
