After Charlie and me came together for the first time, I retreated to my bedroom. Every second of my thoughts consumed by what had happened. Was he into me? Would things go further? It turns out, the answer was yes to both of those questions.
Jen arrived home. I left my room to watch her from the landing, convinced that a look of 'I've just swallowed your husband's cum' was written all over my face. She examined me from the bottom of the stairs, studied me for a few seconds, and then smiled.
Charlie left his chair in the living room and made his way towards her. He gave his wife a kiss while locking eye contact with me. He then smiled from one side of his mouth and gave me a wink.
Charlie was flirting with me! This is something that had never happened before, and it made my heart race. It also confirmed that our encounter on the sofa had ignited something between us. Instinctively, I knew it wouldn't be long before we hooked up again, and next time I wanted him inside me.
The evening came, and by this time Luke had arrived home too. We all sat around the kitchen table to eat our dinner: Charlie, Jen, their son and me.
"I'm so jealous," Jen said turning to Charlie, "did you get up to much with your free afternoon?"
Remember, I mentioned Charlie was ex-forces? Well, you can take the man out of the forces, but you can't take the forces out of the man; he remained as brazen as ever.
"No," he responded, before turning his attention to me, "did you get up to much?" he enquired, his eyebrows raised in a mockingly inquisitive manner.
I was lost for words. Fumbling. No idea what to say. "N-no," I stuttered, looking sheepishly at the food on my plate.
"Well, next time we're home alone you should come downstairs, and we could do something for the whole afternoon," Charlie placing an emphasis on the final two words of his sentence.
He was so shameless to be speaking like this to me in front of his wife and son. However, to those without prior knowledge of Charlie shooting his load down my throat, I imagine the conversation sounded harmless.
"Actually, think the jobs cancelled again tomorrow so I'll be home all day."
I knew what Charlie meant; this was an invitation. And it was an invitation I was all too eager to accept.
"Oh, you bastard!" Jen scolded him. "I'm not home until 6."
"I fucking hate going to work," Luke added.
Me and Charlie would have the house to ourselves. And this time we had hours to spend with one another.
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The next day arrived. Jen and Luke had left for work. I didn't sleep well that night, raging hard at the thought of what Charlie and myself might get up to. Desperate as I had been to cum all night, I made do with edging, so my load was fully stored up for Charlie.
I went downstairs to find a shirtless Charlie sitting on the sofa, clad only in a pair of tight black boxers. He was resting his hand atop his crotch, gently massaging his cock. When he caught sight of me, his grip tightened and he angled his cock in such a way that I could see it was fully hard, a wet spot appearing on the cotton.
"Hey. Morning. Sorry, I was just thinking about yesterday," he confessed.
"Hey!" I responded back. Not once moving my gaze away from his teased crotch. I was feeling much braver than yesterday, "Remember yesterday when you said you and Jen didn't "do it" much anymore? Well, how long has it been?"
Charlie exhaled a puff of air and shook his head. "Too long! We used to fuck all the time, but now I only get it once a week if I'm lucky," he sighed. "I'm really fucking horny, and need to fuck." Charlie continued, sounding more frustrated than I'd ever heard him before.
While saying this, Charlie had slipped his hand inside his boxer shorts and started to wank gently, the wet spot doubling in size, some precum seeping through the material.
I felt a rush of sexual adrenalin surge through my body. I was ready. I knew what Charlie's needs were, and I was going to satisfy them.
"Charlie...shall we go to my room?"