The weekend eventually came to an end, as all weekends must, and everyone went back to their everyday lives. Ellie returned to the office where she'd worked for nearly ten years as if nothing had happened, and yet she felt better than she had in ages, and it showed in every step she took. Her coworkers all commented on it, and after initially playfully avoiding the subject, she soon confessed that she had met someone, someone who made her feel like she never had before. She kept the details vague, but she remained aglow throughout the days that followed.
All that week Ellie kept the office running and Lucy waited tables, and both of them could hardly keep their minds off the men they had spent the weekend with. They texted with them in their spare moments, swapping stories about their days and discussing when they would meet again and what they would do. They had decided that the boys would come out to visit them this time, some time during the upcoming weekend, though the details had not yet been set in stone. Ellie was bursting with excitement, wondering how she would ever manage to wait that long, when, unexpectedly, it turned out she didn't have to.
Lucy ordinarily worked days, but that Wednesday was covering a friend's late shift at the restaurant. That morning, she sat at the table, casually drinking a cup of coffee as her mother prepared to leave for the office.
"So, what will you do without me tonight?" she asked.
"Oh, I don't know," said Ellie. "Nothing very exciting, probably. Probably read a bit. Maybe I'll go wild and watch a movie."
Lucy nodded at that and was silent a moment, then said, "You should invite Mike over."
Ellie was taken aback. The thought hadn't even occurred to her. They had only met up with Mike and Victor together, it was hard to imagine doing it without Lucy by her side.
"Would you be okay with that? Doing it without you, I mean?"
"Of course! I want you to have fun. Just don't, like, fuck in my bed or anything."
"Alright," Ellie laughed, "but I can't make any promises about the living room couch."
Lucy giggled and sipped her coffee while Ellie began quickly texting Mike. To her surprise, he answered right away, with an enthusiastic agreement to her invitation.
"He's in!" said Ellie. "He'll be here at six thirty tonight for a quickie visit." She pondered for a moment. "Boy, I wonder what the neighbours will think? We'd talked about them coming here before, but I hadn't really thought about that. They'll think I'm some kind of cougar!"
"I mean, you
are
," said Lucy. "I say, lean into it. Dress up in something slutty and meet him at the front door. Who cares what anyone else thinks? You can do whatever you want in your own house."
Ellie smiled. "You, know I just might do that." She crossed the room, leaned down, and gave her daughter a kiss on the cheek, then turned and walked to the front door. "I'll see you tonight!" she called back as she left.
***
All that day she thought about what was to come, and as the hours went by she felt more and more confident in what she was doing. Lucy was right. Why
should
she care what anyone else thought of her? She should be proud of who she was and what she was doing!
Feeling bolder than ever, upon returning home from work that evening she ate dinner, freshened up a little, and then, as the clock began to approach six thirty, got dressed in a red bikini and walked outside onto the front porch to await Mike's arrival.
Almost as soon as she was walked out the door she heard a familiar, if unexpected, voice say, "My, my, don't you look lovely this evening!"
Feeling a little thrown off by how quickly she had attracted attention, she turned to her right and made eye contact with her neighbour, Maureen. A few years older than she was, Maureen and her family had lived next door for as long as Ellie had been in the neighbourhood. The two women were old friends; this wasn't the first time one had seen the other in a bathing suit.
"Oh, you know," said Ellie, "just enjoying this summer weather."
"And what are you up to tonight?" asked Maureen.
"Waiting for a friend, actually. How about you?"
"A friend?" said Maureen, looking greatly interested. "Anybody I know?"
"Well, actually--" began Ellie, but stopped when she noticed a car turning into her driveway. She practically squealed with delight as Mike stepped out, grinning and looking as handsome as ever.
"My god, you look stunning!" he said as he walked up the driveway towards the porch.
"And who's this?" said Maureen, looking more and more surprised by the second. Mike hadn't noticed her before she spoke, and for a moment looked equally bewildered, unsure of what to do. It was then that Ellie stepped in and defused the situation, her confidence returning all at once.
"This is Mike," she said. "He's my lover." Then she sauntered casually over to him, put her arms around his shoulders, leaned up, and kissed him deeply, gently pushing her tongue past his lips. After a few seconds she pulled back again, took one of his hands in hers, turned, and began to lead him into the house. "You have a nice night, Maureen," she said as she reached the door. Then, for good measure, she winked and said, "I know I will."
Maureen only stood there stunned, staring the door for long seconds after it had closed behind them.
***
The second the door had closed behind them, Ellie turned around, pushed Mike back against the door, dropped to her knees, unzipped his pants, and had his cock in her mouth before he had even processed what had just happened. He groaned as she bobbed her head rapidly up and down on his shaft, getting him wet.
"Jesus, Ellie," Mike said, "your friend is still right outside."
Ellie pulled her mouth off of his penis and began jerking him off with her hand. "Did you see the way she looked at you?" she said. "She definitely wants this hot body." She returned to sucking him.
"Well, maybe I oughta just give her a taste of this hot body." Ellie moaned audibly as he said this. He grinned wickedly. "Oh, you like that? You like the thought of me fucking your little neighbourhood friends?"
Her hand was between her legs when she answered, "Not till I get my turn." She then stood up and lead him to the living room, both of them removing their clothes as they went. When they reached the couch she gave his chest a light push and he sat down in the middle.
"I told Lucy I was gonna fuck you on this couch," she said, standing over him. "I think she thought I was joking." Then she straddled him, lowering her dripping wet cunt down onto his cock and shoving her breasts into his face. She let loose a husky groan as he entered her, then began moving herself slowly up and down.
They moved together in silence for some minutes, savouring each other's bodies as if they had been apart for months rather than a few days. Eventually he looked up at her with another evil look on his face.
"You ever fuck your husband on this couch?" he asked.
"Maybe once or twice," she laughed, "a
long
time ago. But mostly we just did in bed. We never had a terribly imaginative sex life."
"I wanna fuck you in every part of this house," said Mike, and her eyes rolled back in her head.
