It's been 4 months since that last night in the hotel. Two since I relapsed and sent you a dirty picture in the middle of the night after a drunken night with my girls. You never responded to that and I was grateful for that. I've seen you lots of times. We decided to keep things normal, so we still sometimes went out to dinner with you both and socialized like normal. The longing exchanges we shared became less and less. When I hugged you I eventually didn't feel you squeezing a little too tight and at some point I stopped breathing your scent when I stood by you. Eventually, things were back to normal. Like it never happened. Only it did.
Memorial Day weekend Rick came home to let me know you had invited us over for dinner. Even though things were normal and completely platonic now, I still felt a little rush when I thought of seeing you.
You open the door with a smile for both of us. You hug me in greeting taking the wine bottle from my hand. I feel your hand linger on my lower back longer than it should have. I see the fire in your eyes is back. I can practically smell the desire coming off you. "You look good." You whisper.
"So do you." I whisper back. Rick heads to the kitchen to greet Sarah. I start to follow him when you pull me back into you. You bury your face in my neck and moan. Your hands drift down my arms. I can feel you getting hard through your jeans.
"Go say hi to Sarah in the kitchen, I need a minute alone." You whisper and give me a light shove to the kitchen.
Sarah is laughing at one of Rick's stories. She's clearly already been drinking and she's making what looks to be Rick's second whiskey since we got here.
"Where'd William run off to?" Sarah inquired.
"Oh, um...he went upstairs, said he'd be right down." I linked my arm through Rick's and kissed his cheek.
A few minutes later you walk into the kitchen. You eyes don't meet mine as we sit down to eat.
The conversation flows smoothly through dinner but I'm keenly aware of your presence, our knees bumping, my hand brushing yours. I'm contemplating where this night is taking us. You're making no secret of getting Sarah wicked drunk, and Rick's doing a super job of getting himself drunk. Several bottles of wine are consumed. I wonder if you're trying to get them to pass out so we can fuck. The idea makes me wet with excitement. I notice you've only had two glasses. I've had a couple, but I'm still very aware of what's happening.
"Let's go in the hot tub!!" Sarah announces and starts stripping off her clothes.
"Oh" I stammer. "We didn't bring our suits."
Sarah laughs as she strips down to her bra and lacy panties. She's got a really great body, like lingerie model great. I'm trying to figure out why you would ever look twice at me when you've got that at home. I notice my own husband has a bit of drool as well. His mouth is agape as he sees Sarah unhook her bra.
