This is the third chapter in my Sharing series, continuing with Evelyn's adventures as she experiences a new side of herself. If you haven't read the prior chapters, I recommend that you read them first before you read this one. Thanks again for all the great comments to the prior two chapters.
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I woke up late on Saturday morning. My head was spinning from the night before. It wasn't the wine. It was the memory of what I had done with my best friend's husband. I still couldn't believe that she had loaned him to me.
I slowly got up, and got ready for work. I had an open house to present that afternoon, and I needed to be presentable myself. I got my hair, makeup and clothes in order, but my pulse was still racing a bit. I managed to get my signs posted, and met with the owners of the house I was trying to sell without them noticing that I was preoccupied. The owners left me alone in their home so that I could attempt to sell it for them. Unfortunately, there were not many potential buyers. Except for two couples who sped through the home, I spent 3 hours alone, thinking about the night before. I could almost feel Joe's lips on mine, his hands caressing my body, and his cock sliding in and out of me. I was unable to think of anything else.
My pussy was moist, and throbbing from my thoughts. My panties were soaked, and I knew that if any potential buyers arrived, they would be able to smell my arousal. I removed my panties and put them in my purse to try to lessen the odor. It didn't really help. Now I was even more acutely aware of the dampness between my legs, and I could smell the sweet aroma of my pussy.
With less than one hour to go for my open house, one more person stopped by. It was Joe. Of course he was not there to check out the house; he was there to see me. He was as excited about last night's encounter as I was. I grabbed two bottled waters for us from the fridge, since it was a hot day, and I was feeling even warmer now that I was with Joe again. I needed to cool my temperature down, and I needed to do something to keep my hands occupied instead of reaching for the object of my lust-filled thoughts. I wasn't sure if last night had been a one-time thing, or if I would be able to enjoy his company again the way we had done in his spa only a few hours ago. I had been replaying last night in my head for hours, and was uncertain about what Lisa had intended when she suggested that I hook up with Joe. I had been too horny to ask questions, and now was hoping that I would be able to have sex with Joe again. I hoped that he felt the same way.
I tried to remain professional because I was at work, and I knew that someone could come in at any time, including the home owners who were expected to return in less than an hour. As we drank our waters, Joe said to me, "Evie, I know that it's a little awkward for me to surprise you at work, but I needed to tell you that last night was incredible! You don't know how long I have wanted to do that with you. I want to do it over and over again."
I responded by telling Joe, "I have had a little bit of a crush on you for years. I have envied the relationship you have with Lisa. She has always told me that you are a great lover, and I am so happy that I have gotten the chance to see and feel that for myself. It had been way too long since I've been with a man, and I have missed it. My body is telling me that it needs more! Have you talked with Lisa? Is she okay with what we did? Will we be able to do more?"
Joe told me that Lisa was very okay with it, and that we would definitely be having sex again. The sooner the better.
To hell with professionalism! I lunged toward Joe and kissed him hard. He kissed me back, and our tongues renewed the duel they had begun the night before. I dropped my water, and my hands began to explore Joe's muscular arms and chest through his tight fitting tee shirt. My lips were enjoying the feeling of kissing a man again after so long without doing so. I could definitely get used to this! When I felt Joe's hands begin to caress my back and hips I melted. I no longer cared if anyone came into the house. I needed more of this hot man that I was kissing.
Even though I knew that we were risking being caught in the act by a potential buyer, or by my clients, I lost myself in the moment. Joe lifted me onto the kitchen counter. In the process of lifting me up, my form-fitting skirt rose above my hips, exposing my bare ass. The granite counter felt cold on my skin. Joe spread my legs, while still kissing me passionately. His fingers quickly found the hot, moist center of my being. He ran his finger along my wet slit; beginning at my sopping wet vagina, and spreading my lower lips while working up to my clit. Once his finger reached my bundle of nerves, he circled it and applied pressure, sending me into orbit.
I tried to suck in air, but my lips were still firmly attached to Joe's. I had to break our kiss to catch my breath. When I did, Joe quickly dove to eat my pussy. He licked and sucked on my clit in such an expert way for several minutes. I was instinctively raising my hips from the counter, causing the most wonderful pressure on my clit. I let out a loud moan as my orgasm overtook me.
Just then we heard the front door open. I jumped from the counter, and straightened my skirt. I heard my clients call out my name. Had they heard me moan? Would they notice that I was trembling? How would I explain the spilled water, my flushed face, and the sweet smell of pussy on Joe's breath?
Fortunately, Joe remained poised. He wiped the pussy juices from his face with a paper towel, and then cleaned up the spilled water, and picked up the overturned bottle to throw it away. As my clients entered the kitchen, Joe said, "Evelyn, this is a great home, and it is very well decorated too. I will tell my wife about it, and maybe we can arrange to show her the house as well." He introduced himself to the home owners, and made his way to the door. "Thank you for sharing the home with me. I especially like the kitchen!" With that, Joe left.
My clients were so happy to hear that someone liked their home, that I don't think that they noticed that I was flushed and breathing hard. I knew that Joe would not be pursuing the home further, and told my clients that I thought that the house might be out of his price range. They were not too disappointed. At least he liked it. Yes, I think Joe did enjoy visiting the open house.
I packed up my laptop and my flyers, and took down my signs. I was still breathing hard, and was still worked up. It was four o'clock in the afternoon, and it was hot. I went home, and took off my clothes and slipped into a tank top and shorts. I poured myself a big iced tea, and tried to cool off. It didn't work.
I was sitting in my favorite chair, thinking about the events that took place yesterday and today. It only made me hotter. I unzipped my shorts and reached in. I was very wet! My finger felt really good rubbing my clit. I was imagining myself with Joe, and pictured him licking my pussy and rubbing my clit with his thumb. I had two fingers in my vagina, and my thumb rubbing my clit in circles. I only took a few minutes to cum, but I was not satisfied. The heat had now really built up, and I needed to do something to cool off.
I called Joe. "I am so hot. Joe, do you mind if I come over for a swim?" I asked.
"Sure! Lisa and I were just headed out to the pool ourselves. The gate is open. Come on in!"
When I arrived at Joe and Lisa's house, I let myself into the backyard and heard splashing. My two friends, both in their forties were having a spectacular water fight, as though they were kids. They had kickboards, and were using them to create big splashes to get the other one wet. I'm not sure whether they noticed me at first, but once they saw me standing by the pool, I was suddenly the target of the splashes. In less than a minute, I was soaked. My clothes were clinging to me. My tank top no longer hid my lacy bra beneath it. I didn't care, the cool water felt good.
