"Thank you. Did you like my stories at Lina's house?" Nikki drug her finger down my neck and gave me a very long kiss. God, I can't help but think about those last moments every time I'm alone. Let me back up a little bit and share with you why.
You see, two weeks ago, we were at my wife's coworker's house for a birthday party. It was a chilly afternoon, so we were all indoors enjoying a few drinks. As the afternoon wore on, I couldn't help but notice that every time my wife left the room, Lina kept staring at me. The first few times, I wrote it off. After the fourth or fifth time I caught her staring, I couldn't help but stare back. She never said anything. She never did anything. Just a blank facial expression. I went to the kitchen to get another beer. When I returned, I picked my phone up off the table and noticed a small piece of paper beneath it. I noticed that Lina had left the room and I red the paper. "Cum to the front room."
Well, hell. I've been a faithful husband for a long time. Something about Lina in those yoga pants and tight vest eliminated all of my better judgment. I casually walked in the front room. Lina told me to sit down next to her on the couch. There didn't seem any harm in that; at first. Within moments though, she put her arm around my shoulder. I wasn't but a moment into thinking about whether I should go back to the other room when I felt it. There's nothing unmistakable about a hand gently squeezing your cock; in public; with someone who isn't your wife.
Now I'm no prude, but I'm also not a dick who goes around cheating on his wife. It's pretty hard to grow a pair big enough to get up and walk away though. So I let it go on. And on. She said absolutely nothing, just kept rubbing my now throbbing cock. Eventually, she pulled my left hand between her legs and guided my fingers to her folds. I couldn't help but notice the shock of being rubbed while my hand was on another woman's warm pussy. After a few more moments, I couldn't stop myself and I released days of pent up tension.
Without a word, Lina stepped up from the couch, thanked me for "that" and walked back to the other room. I just sat there. What the hell do I do at a kids birthday party with cum-stained pants? "Shit!" I thought.
I went out the front door and got my coat from my car and tied it around me like a stupid fifth grader and went back inside. Admittedly, I nursed my beer as I contemplated what I had done. Lina never looked at me a second time that afternoon.
Given that this was single-handedly the dumbest shit I've ever done as an adult, you'd rightly assume that was the extent of the excitement for the day. It was not though. That award goes to Nikki. While I had been in the front room, a distant friend of Lina's, Nikki, had arrived. Like Lina, Nikki was showing off one hell of an amazing figure in her own yoga pants. Unlike Lina, the cold didn't seem to bother her as she was wearing a sports bra and a very loose tank top. The cold temperature was apparent in her outfit. Nikki was probably 5'8" and possibly tipped the 100 pound mark on her scale. Gorgeous black hair and brown eyes that were mesmerizing.
As I sat there nursing my beer, I watched Nikki as she worked the room. Admittedly, I couldn't help but listen to her conversations. While she was behind me, I heard her talking about her work. Nikki was a dancer in Las Vegas and was in town for the weekend to visit a few of Lina's friends. I listened as the group of girls gossiped about Nikki's job. Most of them seemed to be secretly in awe. Nikki didn't let them down. Or me, for that matter. I couldn't have been more rock hard if I tried, what with listening to her regale the group with all of the things she did with her clients at work.
"At first, I was hesitant to remove my clothes and show off my pussy, but this other dancer, Heather, finally convinced me to do it. I remember the first time I let a guy fuck me in the VIP Room. It was hot! He had a tiny little dick, but God it made me so horny. He's probably never had a better fuck either." Nikki spent a lot of time answering the girls questions. Most of them seemed to throw endless "have you ever" questions. Nikki just didn't quit. For almost an hour, I nursed one shitty beer and listened to a ton of stories about how she had blown big dicks and little dicks and fucked couples and women and in so many different ways.
At some point, the conversation moved elsewhere. I couldn't think of a good reason to insert myself in the conversation and didn't.