Alyssa leaned against the counter and took a small sip of the deep red wine in her glass, savouring the flavour on her tongue before swallowing with a tiny sigh of appreciation. It was a Saturday night; the hectic pace of the past work week was well behind her, and the next one was far enough away still that she wasn't bothered by it quite yet, so she was deeply in relax-mode. At the moment she was listening absently as her husband, Ben, recounted a humorous story for their dinner guests, her best friend Nick and his wife Jane. God, just looking at him filled her with such love and lust that her mouth watered and parts of her body tingled in anticipation. She laughed along with everyone else when he reached the punch line and roused enough energy to push away from the counter in order to help him start clearing the table and loading the dishwasher.
Ben couldn't help but notice that the bright red material of Alyssa's dress clung to every delicious inch of her curvy body, riding high on her thighs and low over her breasts as she moved competently around the kitchen stacking dishes and wiping up after their dinner. He had to bite back a low groan when she bent over the table to reach some of the unused cutlery and that lovely dress slid another inch higher and closer to heaven. Her long, dark hair fell like a silky waterfall down her back and over her shoulder. He watched her toss her head in an unconsciously sexy gesture as she discussed the latest political situation with Nick, debating with him over the president's latest decision of foreign policy. Ben noticed that she'd painted her lips the same bright red as the dress and then smeared them with gloss and he indulged himself in wondering just how that wonderful mouth would look wrapped around him later. Realizing that the stirring in his groin was only going to get worse thinking these thoughts, he cleared his throat and suggested that they all grab their drinks and head to the living room for a movie.
Nick was desperately glad that Ben had stepped in and suggested the movie when he had – he may have been best friends with Alyssa since grade school and his wife and her husband may have been in the room with them, but a man would have to have been dead for a year of Sundays before he was blind to the sexuality that Alyssa alluded with every breath. The red dress she had painted on for their casual night at home made his wife's simple black dress look like a dowdy nun's habit, and his mind didn't have to work too hard to imagine what Alyssa had looked like under it. He'd grown hard as they'd argued over politics and he'd been free to look his fill as the dress slithered over her skin as she moved around the kitchen, a subtle perfume that smelled like sin following in her wake.
The two couples continued to talk and drink wine for several hours after the movie had finished, debating hotly about anything and everything that came to mind, laughing at every opportunity and just generally having an amazing night. When Jane yawned for the millionth time, Nick suggested that he and his wife retire to the guest bedroom upstairs. They stood as everyone said their goodnights and drank their last sips of wine, leaving the empty glasses on the kitchen counter on their way upstairs to bed.
Within moments, both Nick and Jane were dressed for bed and had exchanged a chaste, passionless kiss before flipping the lights off and crawling into bed, practically without speaking a word to each other. It wasn't that Nick didn't love his wife, because he did, but Jane was too sweet… too kind… too boring to illicit any of the hot, sweaty, painfully arousing fantasies that Nick had woven with Alyssa in mind. Being honest with himself, Nick admitted that he'd wanted Alyssa sexually since she was fifteen, he'd just never made his move because he hadn't wanted to ruin the best friendship he'd ever had, and now it was too late – she was happily married to Ben and the two of them were even now probably going at it like a couple of rabbits. Damn it, but some men had all the luck! Nick drifted off to sleep, rock hard, with thoughts of Alyssa's mile long legs wrapped around his waist and his thick cock pounding into her again and again.
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Ben smiled at Alyssa as she puttered around their living room in her bare feet, putting everything back the way it should be and humming to herself in a low, throaty voice - something she only did when slightly drunk. She was swaying her silk-hugged bottom in time with the low rock music coming out of the speakers and Ben had had about all he could take. He was starting to get hard again and all he wanted to do was get his hands on his wife. Hell, he wanted to get his fingers {i}in{/i} his wife. "C'mere Alyssa," he called from where he lounged on the couch watching the show.
At the sound of his voice Alyssa tossed a sexy half-smile over her shoulder and continued to grind her hips in time with the music, staying just out of his rich, taunting her husband, enjoying the lust in his eyes as they raked over every inch of her body. "What do you want, Ben?" She asked, full knowledge in her eyes, but wanting him to say the words that never failed to make her hot.
"I want you. In fact," Ben's hand snaked out lightning-quick and snagged her wrist, tugging just enough to have her tumbling onto his lap, arousing him even further, "I want to fuck you." He ran a hand into her hair and pulled her head hard towards him so that he could plunder her mouth, his tongue roughly imitating what he wanted to be doing with other parts of their bodies. His other hand ran up her body to clamp possessively over her breast, squeezing her through the thin material of her dress.
Alyssa moaned with pleasure and teasingly bit Ben's lower lip, then soothed the tiny ache with her tongue. She could feel the strength of him through his shirt and began to idly play with the buttons, undoing them slowly.
Already hot for her, Ben nipped kisses along her jaw line and down her neck towards where the tops of her glorious breasts rose out of her excuse for a dress. His tongue trailed along the top of one as his hand continued to knead her other one. He found her nipple and tugged on it playfully, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, enjoying Alyssa's moans and gasps, annoyed when she pulled slightly away.
"Ben, we can't. Jane and Nick are upstairs. They might hear us." She flushed a little. She wasn't ashamed of her sexuality, but she knew that Jane would be mortified if she woke up and heard them in the throes of passion.
Ben laughed lightly and pulled her back to him for a kiss, "We can and we will have sex in our own house whenever we want. Who knows, maybe Jane would want to join."
Alyssa laughed deeply at the absurdity of that one, but gave up her protests, which had been weak at best. The truth was, she was hot, she was wet, and she was already too horny to want to put a stop to the pleasure he was giving her. She let out a long, low groan as Ben slid his hand up her inner thigh and pressed his palm to her wetness, surprised and turned on by the fact that she wasn't wearing any panties.
