This is the prequel to "A Little Help". I was inspired by readers saying it was clearly a set-up. That got me thinking: What if it was planned all along?
It was Saturday night, and I had been out at a show with some friends. It had been a great night. The show had been dreadful to the point of being hilarious. We were only there because one of my friend's friends was part of the crew.
Afterwards we went to a bar nearby and laughed ourselves to tears reciting the worst bits. The friend who was in the crew joined us, so we managed to keep it together for a while, but apparently she wasn't very impressed by the actors either! Before long she was laughing along with us. After an especially cutting impression of the Mayor: "I hereby declare as the a... um... the...? The Mayor! Of... this town!" someone at one of the other tables stomped out of the bar dramatically.
Me: "Who was that?"
Crew friend (shoulders shaking with giggles): "That would be the uh... the umm... the who is it again?? Oh The Mayor!"
The whole group fell apart laughing. Someone's drink got knocked over by a stray hand flailing in glee, the glass smashing on the floor. We were very apologetic, but the bartender decided it was time for our raucous group to leave. He was very polite about it. It was almost closing time anyway. A quick peck on the cheek from each of us and he was happy for us to come back another day.
My husband had his friend over for a couple of drinks while I was out. I didn't mind. We have all known each other for years. In fact, he'd been our best man a few years ago.
I didn't stagger in. It was more like a slightly (let's say 'oiled') glide into the house in my fanciest dress. We had all decided to dress up as much as possible for the evening. As much for the fun of it as for the show.
I knew his friend had feigned disinterest in me over the years, out of respect I imagine. But when I swished into the room all pretence was gone - his first reaction was "Oh damn!... Er, hi!"
I giggled at that, already too flushed with drink for the blush to show. My husband laughed too "Damn's right! Damn right. Damn is right damn... I think I need a water." and he staggered off to the kitchen. The bottles crowded on the coffee table explained the rest.
I was only half paying attention, as the "Oh damn" had piqued my interest. "So you like the dress then?" I smiled as I walked over to the sofa he was sitting on.
"Yeah, it's a beautiful dress!"
I did a little spin as he stared at me, to show off the skirt swishing.
"It really shows off, um, well what's- OH!"
As he spoke, the heel of my shoe caught the carpet. I lost my footing, stumbled, and landed backwards on the sofa. Luckily, most of my weight bounced on the seat next to him, but my legs were across his. I laughed in embarrassment, the giggles making me weak and unable to sit upright.
"I'm so sorry!" I blurted, still giggling.
"Don't worry about it!" he chuckled back.
I caught my breath and straightened up a little. My legs were still across his and I asked "What were you saying? It shows off what?"
He looked slightly embarrassed and said "Oh, I was saying it showed off, um, what's in the dress." and smiled a little smile at me as he looked into my eyes.
With half my attention on him gazing into me I couldn't process what he was saying. "What do you mean? What's in my dress?"
He put his hand on my bare leg. I hadn't realised the slit in the skirt of my dress had ridden up to my mid thigh, and his hand on my skin sent an unexpected jolt of warmth through my body.
"You."
I looked at his hand on my knee. I looked back into his eyes. For a moment all I could think about was his hand on my skin and how his lips would feel on mine. I shifted position, paused, and slapped him firmly on the shoulder. "Don't you smoulder at me!" I said playfully.
He burst out laughing. I smiled and pulled myself up off the sofa, using his offered hand for balance. I swished across the room to the door. I did a quick glance over my shoulder as I went through the doorway, to see if he was watching me. Sure enough, I caught the guilty glance upwards of his eyes, then walked smack into my husband coming the other way.
"Oh!" we both exclaimed, as his water splashed on the carpet. "Sorry hubs!" I said and gave him a quick kiss. "I'm going upstairs... Don't be long."
His eyebrows raised at that last comment, and I knew he was taking his turn watching my ass as I walked up the stairs.
In our room, I closed the door and finally took off my bra. The dress meant I had to wear one of my less favourite strapless ones, and I was glad to be rid of it.
I stopped in front of the mirror for a moment. I was reluctant to undress - it was so infrequent that I got to dress up nicely. It was a beautiful dress. And he was right. It was very complimentary to what was inside. I turned around and took my own turn checking out my ass. "Looking good." I thought to myself.
I could hear a laugh downstairs. Were they talking about me? A clink of glass. Either they were cleaning up (unlikely), or toasting something. A loud burp confirmed the latter. Almost certainly from my husband. More low chuckles and discussion. What were they talking about?
"I'll stay down here and watch some TV. Maybe have a nap."
"OK, I'll go upstairs and fuck your wife."
"Cool, see you in the morning."
I giggled at my silly imaginary conversation. Then a moment after, I heard the stairs creaking. I imagined what it would be like if our friend was the one coming up, like the daydream. I stood with my back to the door, just in front of the bed.
The door behind me opened. As footsteps entered the room I said "Wait there, and don't say anything." He closed the door in silence and waited.
Still with my back to the door, and probably my husband; I imagined it was his friend instead. I unzipped the dress down the back. With a little wiggle, I let the dress drop in a ring around my feet. I was just wearing my underwear and heels.
"What do you think of that ass now?" I thought to myself. I slowly bent down to take off each of my shoes. Making sure to show plenty of side boob, and probably a peek of my hard nipple from that angle.
I dropped the shoes to the side and stood upright again. Feeling his eyes on my hands as I stroked them down my sides until I reached my underwear. I slowly pulled the sides downwards, making sure to bend forwards as I did. Finally, I let it drop to the ground with my dress.
I pulled back the duvet and crawled on all fours to the far side of the bed. I slipped under the cover and said over my shoulder (without looking). "Turn the light off and join me."
I reached between my legs and started playing with myself. I was already slippery to the touch and warm. I could hear the sound of him taking off his clothes as I rubbed my clit and waited for him.
I didn't have to wait long. The light went out and I turned over to meet him face to face as he joined me in bed.
His hands found my body and pulled me to him. His beery lips met mine as I kissed him deeply. I felt his hardness bump on my leg and I took it in my hand. Feeling the girth of it. Stroking down its length. Was this my husband's? Were the kisses familiar? It gave me a thrill to think it could be his friend. His cock in my hand and his lips on mine.
I pushed him onto his back and straddled him. I guided the head of his cock to my entrance and rubbed myself over it. I let out a happy sigh as I rolled my hips in circles, coating his head with my wetness. His hands were around my waist as he grunted with pleasure. I began to rub his cock backwards and forwards over my clit. The slick feeling was delicious, but I needed more of him. I pressed him against my lips and pushed down, encouraged by his firm hands and his unconscious thrust upwards.
I eased up and then down a bit further. And again. And then finally met him at the bottom, grinding my pubic bone against his. He pulled me up and then pushed me hard down again, meeting with his thrust upwards. With is string arms he rolled me over onto my back and began thrusting hard into me. He was the hammer and the bed was the anvil. Between was me, the willing metal, burning hot and yielding to him.
I could feel him getting faster and more urgent. If this was his friend, should he pull out? Would I want my napping husband to wake up and find me dripping and used in our bed? But it would feel so good. It would feel so naughty. I was right on the edge of orgasm and I whispered in his ear "cum inside me".
With a final thrust I felt him harden even more, and with a loud grunt began cumming deep within me, tipping me over the edge. My mind flooded with pleasure as he filled me up, his body straining against mine.
As our orgasms subsided, he kissed me deeply, then said "That was so fucking hot." in my husband's voice. I smiled and kissed him again. He was softening within me, but I was still happily wrapped around him with my arms and legs. I squeezed my sex around him, feeling the drips running out of me, content to be filled with my husband's cum, despite my fantasy of passion.
"Soo... Why the lights and the no talking?" he asked. "And asking me to cum inside you, when I always do?..."
I nuzzled into his neck and said "I was just having a little fantasy. You had fun didn't you? It does no harm."
"Hm." he said. I whispered into his ear "Did you like my little show at the start?" and felt his cock twitch within me in response. "You're so damn sexy." he said, and kissed me.
After a short while squeezing me he asked: "Were you thinking about him instead of me?"
I paused guiltily. "Well, I was thinking that I didn't know for sure who was in the room." I said truthfully. "It made me excited to think another man was looking at me."
"And having sex with you?" he asked a little accusingly, but I felt him twitch a little inside me as he asked. Oh, I thought. He's liking this.
I put my lips right to his ear and said "And cumming inside me." I felt him begin to harden again. "We were flirting downstairs when you were out of the room." Firmer still. "He told me how pretty my dress made me look."
"You're so naughty." He told me. Confessing to him and feeling him getting hard was winding me up again too. "You'd never take it any further, though." he half-asked. "Would you want me to take it further?" I asked in return. He was starting to move within me. Thrusting gently.
"He'd never do anything anyway." he said confidently. "Oh really? You seem very sure." I teased. "We'll be all alone together in the house tomorrow, with you leaving for work early. Do you think you can trust us together?" I purposefully baited him as his thrusts began making wet sloppy noises with my dripping sex.
"100%. He's too good a friend, and has said before that he doesn't see you in that way. There's no way it would happen."
That put me off a bit, even if he was only trying to convince himself. I pushed him back and his cock slipped out of me.
"Want to bet?" I said a little accusingly. "Fine." he retorted, both of us a little frustrated.
