A Quiet Night In
"Don't mind me." Jane said to Michael as she reached for her ringing phone. His reply was only to groan into her pussy as he continued to worship her devoutly. "Just ease off a little and be gentle, okay?" she instructed him before answering the phone, "Hey Barbara, what's going on?"
Michael heeded her words and back off, doing his best to satisfy her wishes. If he was listening to Jane's side of the call, no one would ever know, as his focus was clearly on providing Jane pleasure with his oral servitude.
"Me, I'm not doing much, just relaxing a bit at home," Jane said into the phone while arching her back in response to the sensations her husband was causing between her legs. His backing off wasn't enough to stop her involuntary reaction to the pleasure Jane was feeling, and the soft moan escaping her lips into the phone was sure to be heard on the other end.
Softly running her hands through Michael's hair and lightly gripping his head and pulling him in closer into her pussy, Jane replied to Barbara while smiling, "But of course he's doing that right now. It's what he does."
With the awkwardness of trying hide receiving head while on the phone now over, Jane decided to embrace the situation and have fun with it.
"Okay, but don't mind me if I end up cuming on his face during this conversation. I'm trying to hold off, but he's been doing a really good job." Jane said, clenching her thighs, trying to ignore that part of her body and doing her best to stem the tide of the inevitable.
"This Friday? That should work, I don't think I've got anything planned," Jane said through clenched teeth and finally losing her internal orgasm struggle. "I'll see yooooooooooooou allllllllll thennnnn!" as she came, bucking her hips forward and grinding against his face.
Breathing deeply into the phone as she recovered, her cheeks blushing brightly from her situation of sounding like a phone sex operator, Jane giggled and said, "Sorry about that, but I tried to warn you. I'll be there Friday. Bye."
"Awesome, see you there. Bye," said Barbara as she hung up, put the phone down, and looked up at an anxious Tammy looking at her. "She's down," Barbara said, "At least for the first part."
Another Girls Night Out
It had been quite a while since the four friends could align their schedules for a girl's night out. A fact not lost on any of them as they immediately started have a great time catching up over a nonstop flow of cocktails. Like any reunion, the group started catching each other up, but with Facebook to help them, it quickly turned into comments each other's posts.
Jane, Barbara, and Tammy all asked Clara about the new boy in her life. In her classic nature, Clara remained coy and shy. She would only mention that it wasn't serious. Barbara was asked for unpostable tales of her daughter at college, and Jane accepted a group toast in honor of her promotion at work.
Tammy, usually boastful of her exploits to prove that the party never really ends, was unusually reserved with the group tonight. Sure, she made the usual sexually charged comment at appropriate (or inappropriate) times, but any attempts by Clara or Jane to engage in her talking about her time since the girls last got together was quickly deflected. Tammy was nervous. Nervous about what she did with Jane's husband, nervous about her plan with Barbara, and most importantly, nervous about the effects of the alcohol could realize both of her previous worries. Tammy bided her time, mentally sitting on her hands, waiting for the right time to segue the topic of conversation. After what felt like hours to her had passed, she finally made her move.
"So Barbara, isn't your birthday coming up?"
The Cafe
Michael walked into the cafe where Clara's text told him to go, feeling confused about why he was there. His purpose was clear; however, as he scanned the room to find her, this location made him wonder if he was missing something.
He finally found her sitting in the corner, warming her hands with her latte. After making eye contact with her, he motioned that he would be joining her as soon as he could get some coffee for himself. While waiting in line, Michael was still trying to make sense of why she wanted him to meet her here.
Finally, with coffee in hand, Michael approached her table, ultimately deciding to accept what he didn't understand.
"Hey Clara." Michael said with a smile while sitting down across her.
"Hi Michael, thanks for coming." Clara said nervously, "I'm sorry for bringing you here on a lie, but I need to tell you something."
Michael reacted inquisitively to Clara's statement and noticed that it didn't help explain anything, but he ignored it and waited patiently for her to continue.
"This should really be none of my business," Clara started, "But I can't be a part of this anymore. And I can't in good conscious let this continue without you at least knowing what's happening."