She always considered herself the good girl. She had been married to the same man for ten years. Never slept around and was never bad in anyway. She loved her husband and he provided well for her. But he was never a very sexual person and by the time she found that out, she just figured she might as well stay in the marriage.
Annie and her husband Marcus were one couple in a wide circle of couples all in there 30s and 40s. The couples had been married anywhere from newlywed to almost 2 decades. Some went to the theatre together, dinner, and all sorts of activities including bowling. The men usually talked shop while the women gossiped together. It was a nice circle of friends, which included about 12 or 13 other couples.
Annie was one of the younger women at 30 years old. She had never really noticed any of the other men in their circle until the other night. She stepped out of her terry cloth robe and sank into the luscious feel of soapy bubble bath.
The other night had been a night of dinner, theater and after dinner drinks and coffee. Annie had been sitting with the women after the theater and sipping her coffee. It had been about 6 couples and the women had been chatting about the sale at Macy's and the new diet everyone was trying. She had raised her glass to take another sip when she had noticed him. She wasn't sure exactly who he was but she remembered vaguely that he was Annette's husband. He had those smoldering dark eyes that she loved and those sensuous lips. He was watching her and must have been for some time because George sitting next to him had to pull him back into the conversation.
Annie's soapy hands traced down her breasts and dipped between her legs. She could feel her pussy begging to be used. She thought of him between her legs. She moaned.
She found out later his name was Jacob. A writer in the Chicago area. She had never noticed him. His wife had been good friends with another couple and had been asked to join their little soiree. His wife was attractive, slim and elegant and Annie found herself jealous that she had him every night.
She slipped her finger inside herself and found it so tight and wet. God, she wanted a fuck. Just a quick fuck. She rested her head on the edge of the bathtub and continued her assault on her little pussy until she came. She sighed quietly.
The next weekend the couples met at a Chinese Restaurant. Annie dressed with care. She wore a black mini skirt and pink sweater with high heels. Marcus was deep in conversation with George when Annie saw Jacob and his wife enter the restaurant. They immediately parted as Annette walked toward the group and Jacob disappeared down the long hall toward the restroom.
Annie excused herself to the restroom also. There was a long hall from the front dining area to the restroom. The hall was dimly lit and one broom closet alcove was almost invisible from the hallway. She hid inside the little alcove to wait. She heard him exit the bathroom and walk slowly down the hallway.
"Damn." He swore to himself. He hated going back out there. The little couple group was so annoying. Annette had thought it would be fun and so it had been the first few weeks. But then the little blonde with the curvy body and green eyes had started showing up. She and her husband came irregularly and so hadn't come the first few weeks they had. She looked like a yummy little piece and he ached wanting her. His wife for all that he loved her, was not very sexual and his sex drive just kept climbing. He had watched her the other night and loved the way the blonde crossed and uncrossed her legs. So slow and seductive. Did she do it on purpose? Couldn't be. And when she swallowed her coffee, her neck muscles contracted - he thought of her lips all over him.
Another night of this, god, he groaned inwardly. He started walking toward the dining area and suddenly was pulled into a small niche in the hallway.
Was he dreaming? It was her!
"I'm not really good with subtlety." She whispered into his ear.
He looked over her body slowly. That pink sweater so soft and alluring clinging to her breasts and the black skirt covering her feminine hips.
