"Night Hon." Lani kissed Mike, her husband on the check. It wasn't a passionate kiss just a friendly kiss goodnight. With a toss of her blonde hair and a flip of her hand, she acknowledged the other three men seated at the table.
"Nice ass." Troy called to her retreating backside. Without turning, she flipped him the bird.
"Don't make any offers, Babe. He's an ass man." Ribald laughter joined her husband's words.
Lani clicked the bedroom door behind her. Poker night! Ugh, a night of beer, cigars, rude noises and smells. It was a night she could cheerfully do without but Mike enjoyed it so much she humored him. Besides, she didn't mind a night curled up in bed with a good book. Around page fifty-three, her eyes began to droop.
Lani wasn't sure what woke her. The house was quiet but Mike wasn't in bed. He usually slept on the couch on poker night. Being a considerate husband, he didn't want to wake her crawling into bed at some inhuman hour of the morning. She was usually happy to have the bed to herself but tonight... tonight, she was a little horny.
She'd fallen asleep to an anthology of erotic stories. The last tale of a well-hung hero fucking his boss's wife in the pool house manifested itself in her dream. Damn, if it hadn't put a wad in her panties.
Throwing off the covers, she ran her hand down her sheer gown. The mirror reflected back a sleep tossed woman with taunt, visible nipples. She mussed her hair seductively and licked her pouty lips. She wanted to make sure Mike would be interested when she woke him.
The couch was empty and so was the kitchen but a stream of light under the garage door alerted her to his whereabouts. Mike had just bought a new hotrod and he couldn't resist showing it off. The guys had drooled over it for an hour before the cards came out. Mike probably had to kiss it goodnight!
"Fuck that is so hot." It was Troy's voice. He was still here, that was going to delay her plans. She cracked the door open hoping to get Mike's attention and hurry him along.
"That's right man, take it all." Lani forgot she was going to hide behind the door so Troy couldn't see her. The sight in front of her riveted her gaze. Her husband, her naked husband was on his knees in front of an equally naked Troy.
Troy's eyes rose meeting hers, a smug grin curled his lip. His hands laced through Mike's hair as he fucked his face. "Yeah, use that tongue. Does your wife suck cock this good?"
Lani couldn't speak; her tongue felt glued to the roof of her dry mouth. She knew she should leave but her feet wouldn't budge. This went against everything she believed. Her husband was cheating on her with another man but somehow it was shockingly erotic. Her already aroused pussy flooded with sweet, wet heat.
Troy pulled back on Mike's head and she heard his cock pop out of his mouth. "Your ass should be ready for me by now." Troy moved and laid Mike over the hood of the hotrod with his face turned away from her. "Lie there just like that and don't move."
Troy angled his body so she could watch him lube his cock. It was massive, bigger than Mike's and his was over nine inches. She'd measured.
"Hope you've been wearing that plug I gave you. Cause I get a little carried away fucking virgin ass." Lani's knees weakened and she sank to the floor waiting for her husband to be penetrated. Sweat broke out on her brow and she licked her lips. Moving her panties to the side her fingers slid into her wet slit. Her heart pounded furiously and most of the blood pooled in her clit.
"You gonna talk or fuck?" Mike's voice sounded breathy and nervous different from the usual gravelly pitch.
