The hardwood table felt cold against my skin and it sent chills through my naked torso. As my body pressed down against the table's surface it felt good against my naked chest. My nipples strained -- harder than they had in a very long time. I couldn't tell if that was in response to the temperature or from the situation I found myself in. It was hard to distract my mind from the pleasurable pain I was feeling as my nipples grew in sensitivity. I compensated by trying to focus...clear my drunken mind...and recall the evening's events which had led me to where I now lay. Then I felt his hands firmly grasp the back of my thighs and pull them apart. I willingly allowed my legs to spread. As his tongue slipped between my lips and made their way to my clit, electricity flowed through my entire body. I was on fire and I didn't want it to ever stop!
I turned my head and tried to look behind me. Over my shoulder I could see Mike. He was watching me with lust in his eyes. I saw Janice kneeling before him, her mouth eagerly pleasuring his cock, his hands on her head, and a smile on his lips. The sight of Mike's ex taking his cock in her mouth was turning me on as much as the tongue on my clit. I couldn't tell for sure, but it looked like she was taking the entire thing down her throat. At just under 7-inches Mike is nicely above average but I'd never been able to handle his entire length with my mouth. Yet I watched with jealous envy as Janice did what I couldn't. My thoughts returned to the mouth between my own legs. The tongue felt so good. And my clit throbbed at every lick, reminding me to relax and enjoy myself.
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6-Hours Earlier... Last Minute Invitation
Mike hung up the phone. I'd heard half of the conversation but not enough to figure out who he'd been speaking with. Although, his last comment, "I'll ask Staci and let you know" had me interested in what the call had been about.
"So Mike, who was that and what do you need to ask me?"
"That was Frank. He's hosting a party tonight. He said he's invited most of our old friends and wanted us to come as well."
Our old friends, were a group that we'd been very close with for years in our 20s and early 30s. Some we'd been closer with than others. Each of us had even dated a few of them at different times. Mike and I had actually met through the group. Mike had been dating a woman named Janice when we first met and I'd been with Frank at the time. I had also dated Andy briefly before Mike and I finally got together. That was about 7-years ago, and there were only a couple of the group I'd stayed in contact with -- Melissa, Steve, Kendra, and Lou. I still "cyber-stalked" everyone on Facebook from time-to-time, but for the most part hadn't spoken to the rest of them in a long time.
Mike had stayed in contact with Frank, Jason, and Steve. The four of them golfed together once a month and he was another source for me to hear the gossip.
"Did he say who's going?"
"Pretty much everyone. Except Andy who's deployed with the Army."
"Mike, did he specifically mention names?"
"Just a few..."
"Stop being so shady! You know what I mean! Who's going to be there?"
"Ok..., he did say that Janice and Jason were both planning to come as well. But so will John, Melissa and Steve, Frank's wife obviously, and he still needed to call Kendra and her husband."
Kendra and her husband, Lou, were still close friends and I was excited at the prospect of seeing them again. Melissa and her husband Steve were great too -- Steve is absolutely hilarious and made me pee myself once by doing impersonations of all our friends -- one of my most embarrassing moments. What made it worse is that it happened in front of Jason -- who I absolutely couldn't stand! Jason had always been a total ass to me. He picked on me all the time and after that day he's taken to calling me Ms Pissy Pants -- he never let it go.
I wasn't a fan of Janice either. Mike and I didn't start dating until about 2-months after they had broken up. We'd been together for about 3-months when she decided to show up at his apartment to 'talk.' Mike admitted to me that the 'talk' had primarily revolved around how she was better for him that I was and that they should get back together. Mike had also told me that she had used the "I have to go to the bathroom excuse," and made her way to his bedroom where she stripped down, climbed into his bed, and waited for him until he threw her out. That was the last time she tried anything but I hadn't spoken to her since. I was aware, however, that she'd recently been dating another friend of ours named John. I honestly can't say I blamed John...as much as I disliked Janice, I had to admit that she had that exotic swimsuit model look that guys and girls both found attractive.
Mike and I discussed it for a few minutes and after going through the guest list. I agreed that there would be enough people there that I could avoid both Jason and Janice enough to enjoy the party. And I felt that I could at least be civil to both of them...after all, it'd been 7-years!
"Did Frank say where the party is going to be?"
"He did Staci -- his family's cabin at the lake. I'm sure you remember it don't you?"
I looked up at him and saw the smirk across his face. He knew damn well I remembered that cabin.
When Frank and I dated, he'd taken me there quite a few times for romantic weekend getaways. Mike and I had this conversation before, multiple times even, and he knew that Frank and I had fucked in every room of that cabin. It always aroused me to recall those times and Mike would get exceptionally turned on listening to everything I shared.
"So Staci...tell me again about how Frank laid you naked on the kitchen table and fucked you unconscious. Or maybe about that time when you sucked his dick on the front porch? Then there was that time I remember you telling me about in the hot tub..."
Mike knew those memories always got me worked up. Don't get me wrong, sex with Mike was fantastic -- the best I'd ever had. But those memories with Frank in that cabin were so raw and animalistic. I could feel my labia swelling and my nipples harden the more he teased.
"That's right Mike... you know I remember those days well," I teased in response. "I told you that Frank brought me to my first orgasm and definitely knew how to make me cum. He was very skilled with his tongue and his hands...and that super thick cock of his stretched my tight little pussy so good!"
"Well maybe he'll treat you to a repeat performance," Mike teased back. "Maybe, he'll let me watch while he lays you out on that kitchen table again!"
We'd dirty talked about things like this before and it always led to great sex. As my own arousal grew, I reached down and could feel the bulge growing in Mike's pants. Rubbing softly, I said "Would you like that baby? Would you like to see how well Frank used to fuck me? How he would fill my pussy? How he taught me to orgasm? Is that making you hard right now? Do you want to watch tonight while he does it again? Or, maybe you're thinking about Janice? About her dropping to her knees and sucking on your cock like she used to?"
Mike pulled me close and put his face against mine. Our foreheads touching; our lips a mere inch apart. I could taste his breath on mine.
"I know you Staci...I know how dirty you can be...I know you think about Frank's cock filling you up even when you're with me. I may not be as thick as him, but I know I'm longer...and I've reached deep inside your pussy like no one else ever has. I'm also pretty sure you'd enjoy watching me bend Janice over and fuck her so hard that she begs for more. Mmmmm, I can still remember how well she orgasmed...I know you'd love watching it too!"
His hand slipped down my body and inside the front of my jeans -- the buttons easily breaking free as he worked his way inside. His fingers slid inside my panties and found their way to my pussy which was growing wetter at every syllable he spoke. I was almost embarrassed at how wet I'd become.
