Just like she had told me earlier the previous day everything was set up in advance. As soon as I walked into her apartment I knew I had a long- but pleasant night ahead.
“They will be here any minute.” Angel said as she emerged from the bedroom and then almost without thinking leaned in to give me a kiss. “Are you excited?” She giggled as she pulled away from me.
I guess I couldn’t hide it very well - my mind seemed to be going about a million miles an hour. In fact at that moment there was no place I would rather be. I eased back away from her so I cold examine the look on her face. Usually she wasn’t that hard to read, but this time there was a hint of mystery in her expression.
“I guess.” I responded nonchalantly. After all I didn’t want her to know exactly how excited I was. I mean if I was too enthusiastic it could cause my sweetheart to back off a little, maybe even rethink the whole encounter. That would be the last thing I would want.
“Yeah you are.” She giggled as she patted my crotch area with the palm of her hand. “Remember what I said, whatever happens tonight I still love you.”
I knew what she was referring too. We had went over our fantasies a million times and each time the subject came up- Angel always mentioned how concerned she was that things wouldn’t “work out” as we planned. I knew she was wrong. I knew that when two people loved each other that something as trivial as sexual encounter couldn’t damage the relationship.
“I know baby.” I responded as I leaned in to kiss her. “No matter what happens- I love you too.”
I collapsed on the couch and then poured me a glass of wine. Normally I would eat or at least snack after work while I watched the evening news but I was much to excited to eat or sit still for a television program. My eyes stayed glued to my baby as she put the finishing touches to her makeup and then returned to the living room and sat down next to me.
“I guess.” She began and the paused. “I guess it’s a little too late to back out now.” She giggled.
“Of course not. We wont do anything you don’t want to do. If you want me to send them away when they get to the door, then that’s what I will do.”
Angel then flashed me a wicked bad girl look and then winked. That’s when I started to believe that she was actually going to go through with this.
There was only a moment of uncomfortable silence before the doorbell rang. I thought it was funny that for a second we both sat there staring at each other like “Oh fuck, what do we do now” scribbled on our faces. But like I said that only lasted a moment. I took the initiative and got up to open to answer the door.
“Hi, my name is Kenny.” I said as I opened the door to, what I thought, was a gorgeous couple.
Scott was about an inch taller than me and had very dark brown eyes. His facial features were soft, less rugged than I first imagined, but it worked well with his scratchy, almost quiet, voice.
A picture of Mary could have very well been plucked from the centerfold of Penthouse magazine. She was blonde with a very light crystal blue eyes. I noticed that her breasts were a little bit bigger than I was accustomed to but I shrugged it off because they were not quite the oversized melons I had grown to dislike over the years.
Angel stood in a host-like fashion and walked over to where we were all standing and extended her hand. “Hi.” She said in her most bubbly voice. “I’m Angel.”
I couldn’t help but watch her reaction as she first checked out Scott and then glanced over toward Mary. I think I could best describe the look in her eyes by saying it was pure lust.
I poured us all a drink and we started talking about how bad the weather was out side. “There was too much snow, it was too cold, and the wind is blowing much to hard.” After the initial conversation I poured us all another drink.
I was sitting on the love seat directly across from the couch. I hadn’t been doing much of the talking- I think that between me and Angel, she is the outgoing one. And after the third glass of wine I started to feel the affects of first the alcohol and then my own desires.
Scott was kind of slumped in the corner of the couch with his wife sitting right next to him. Angel on the other hand was about two feet away on the opposite side of the couch. “I hope you don’t mind me saying this, but I think your husband is very good-looking.” Angel halfway slurred.
“Thanks.” Mary responded with a smile. “But that’s not I married you is it Scott.” She said as she rested her hand against her husband’s inner thigh. “You wouldn’t know it from these jeans but my baby here has a lot more than he shows.”
I couldn’t help but stare as Mary started to run her fingers lightly along the inseam of his pants. This is the kind of thing that I had always dreamed of and right at that moment it was happening not more than a few feet from me.
Scott let out a low and calming moan and then closed his eyes as Mary traced his leg from his knee all the way to his cock.
