The night of the party ***
I'm pinned against the rough exterior wall of my neighbor's pool house, my hands above my head, held there by invisible restraints while his rough, calloused hands grope my breasts through the top of my sun dress. I chose this dress because it showed off my breasts, what my husband calls my best assets. My 34DD's are stuffed inside the low cut top of the dress leaving an enormous amount of cleavage and the creamy white tops of my breasts showing.
I can't wear a bra with this dress so every movement I make has my breasts jiggling or swinging side to side. The thin material also can't hide my seemingly permanently hard nipples from poking through, making them easily visible. I caught nearly every man and half the women at the party staring at my chest tonight.
His hands roughly squeeze my full tits and my sensitive nipples grind into his palms. The hard cock of the man I just met an hour ago is pressed firmly against my belly and I can feel my panties getting wet.
His right hand slides down my side and reaches under the hem of my dress. He moves his hand along the inside of my thigh and brushes against the crotch of my panties. I know they are wet with my juices and wonder if he noticed.
He grabs the waistband of my panties and pushes them half-way down my thighs and then slides his fingers along my slit. He pulls his glistening fingers up between our lips and I watch as he tastes my juices.
"Your pussy tastes delicious."
I am embarrassed to be so wet for this man that I don't really know, but I want him so badly. I move my legs into a position to allow my panties to drop to my ankles while he reaches between us and undoes his belt and opens his jeans. He pulls his cock out and I kick the panties off one foot and then the other.
He lifts me off the ground and my legs wrap around his waist and my arms fall over his shoulders. He positions his cock against my opening and slowly lowers me onto his thick, hard cock. I'm so wet, there is no resistance and he slides inside me completely in one motion.
Two days earlier ***
My husband is packing a bag for a week-long trip to Seattle, where he will head up a project for his work. It's last minute and I'm pissed because I promised our neighbor that we would come to their party and now I have to go alone - again. This isn't the first time this has happened.
We have been married for 7 years and we have finally started talking about having kids. Ever since we first started talking though, my husband seems to have become more distant. We still have sex 3 or 4 times a week but it somehow seems different. I guess after 7 years I should expect that some of the passion is gone but it's been more than that. Maybe he really doesn't want kids or maybe he's afraid. Either way, things have become distant or at least different between us and these last minute work trips that take away our weekends are not helping.
I offer to give him a blowjob before he leaves but he turns me down. I don't like him to go off on these trips with a loaded gun. "Not enough time" he says. So, we promise to call every night and he heads out the door for the airport, leaving me alone once again.
After he leaves, I call Gwen our neighbor and tell her that I will be coming solo. She jokes and says not to worry, there will be plenty of guys at the party for me to flirt with. I asked her if there was anything that I could bring.
"Just bring your hot self and we'll have a great time" she said.
Gwen and her husband had only recently moved next door, about 3 months ago, and Gwen and I have become friends and good neighbors. Gwen is about 10 years older than me and runs a business out of their house. Her husband is a lawyer that works downtown and I know he works a lot of hours, coming home late most nights. They are a very attractive couple, fit nicely into the neighborhood and they like to entertain.
The day after the party***
It's almost noon and I am just getting out bed when the phone rings. It's Gwen.
"Hi Ashley, I was just calling to see if you were OK. You had a lot to drink last night."
"I actually just woke up a few minutes ago. I don't feel too bad; had a big glass of water and a couple Tylenol before going to sleep last night. I have no idea what time I left your house though. Thank god I just live next door."
"I was a little worried about you last night. You disappeared for quite a while? Were you with Justin?"
"Aaaaaaa...yeah, we were just talking, we went outside to get some fresh air and were talking out by the pool."
"Well, I'm glad you're OK. Once you get up and get a little food in you, come on over. I have something to show you."
"OK, give me about an hour or so."
"Sure, see ya then."
Gwen sounded very chipper for a woman that I know was probably up until at least 4:00 am.
I got up to take a shower and when I walked into the bathroom, I looked in the mirror and spotted the marks on my breasts. There were "love bites" all over them, some very dark, others just a light pink but all very noticeable. My nipples were bruised and sore and my pussy was sore too and that wasn't all. My ass was sore too. I remember how Justin had taken me out back and had his way with me by the pool-house, the bruises didn't hurt as much and the wetness between my legs from just remembering what little of last night I could recall. I did feel a little guilty, but still being mad at my husband, I wasn't feeling all that bad for cheating on him. I went down and made myself some toast and coffee.
After getting some food in me, I started feeling better and as the fog lifted from what little hang-over I had, I started to feel pangs of guilt. I was still mad but now I have put my marriage in jeopardy. If my husband finds out, I'm not sure what he will do.
My relationship with John has changed over the years. He used to like to show me off, take me out dancing or to bars and he was not averse to me showing some skin. He wasn't afraid of public displays of affection either and more often than not, if we had been drinking, he would feel me up in public where he knew others could see us. That being said, he could be pretty jealous. He was fine as long as he was in control of the scene or if he knew that he could take control.
