This is a continuation of a story in which the wife fucks other people. If you don't like that, don't read it!
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Mick opened the fridge, his fridge, to discover that someone had drunk all of the cold beer, his beer. He sighed as an arm reached across him and pulled a chilled bottle of rosé from the door shelf.
"What's up with you?"
He recognised his sister's voice.
"Someone's drunk all the fucking beer."
"There are loads on the side," she said, pointing to the open crates on the kitchen worktop. "Besides, it's a party. People are supposed to drink all the beer."
"Yeah but they could replace the ones they take from the fridge. That way I don't have to drink it warm."
Robyn sighed, rolling her eyes as she left the kitchen. Mick watched her as she left, remembering the great times he could boss her about without her talking back. Now she was an adult, a "professional" as she liked to tell him. She had dressed the part too, a knee-length figure hugging black dress that reminded Mick that she was no longer the little girl that looked up to him. Her dark hair was expensively styled and the scent of perfume lingered long after she walked away.
Mick grabbed his warm beer and pushed his way back through the throng of strangers that had invaded the house. He was trying to find Violet, who was revelling in playing hostess. The party was for her classmates from zumba or dance or pilates. Mick couldn't remember. All he knew was that for reasons he couldn't understand, they were all in his house invading his space.
He glanced into the dining room. The buffet had been devoured and a few people stood around grazing at the few nibbles and crisps that remained. They looked at him as though he was the one out of place. Mick forced a smile, lifted his beer in a polite toast and turned away.
There were still quite a few people despite the late hour but there was one person Mick hoped still remained. He found her once more, squeezed onto the sofa between Violet and Lance. Dawn caught his eye and smiled. He smiled back, trying to suppress the lust growing within him. Ever since the DVD night at theirs he had wanted her. He couldn't understand why, exactly. Maybe it was because she was sexy, maybe because Lance had fucked Violet and he wanted to get even or maybe it was because she seemed forbidden from him. Whatever the reason, he had thought about it for months, fantasising about different ways he could seduce her. That was why he had agreed to the party. He had been dead set against it until Violet had mentioned inviting the pair of them along. Mick had even waited a day to agree, so as not to appear too eager.
"Are you gonna sit down or just stand there like a shop floor dummy?" Violet asked.
"What?" Mick snapped out of his daydream. "Where exactly am I supposed to sit?"
Violet tapped her knee.
"I don't think so."
Violet stood up and offered her place. Mick sank into the sofa, feeling his leg press against Dawn's. He then felt Violet's weight on his lap as she sat back. He wondered if she could feel his growing hardness through the crimson dress she wore. At least from his position, she couldn't see him sneaking looks at Dawn's ample cleavage. She had turned up in an emerald halter-neck dress with a heart shape cut into the front to accentuate her ample breasts.
"We were just discussing exercise," Lance said from the other end of the sofa. "I only manage to get to the gym two or three times a week now the business has taken off. Do you go much?"
"I go twice a week," Mick replied, "but only to pick Violet up from her class."
They all laughed and Dawn patted Mick's leg. The touch sent electric shocks through him and he felt his cock twitch harder beneath his wife.
"You must do some exercise if you keep in good shape," Dawn said.
"Well, Violet gives me a good workout if I'm lucky."
Violet turned and slapped his chest as the others smirked.
"That's not the kind of thing I wanted to hear," Robyn said.
Mick hadn't even noticed her with all his attention on Dawn. Robyn was sat sideways across an armchair, or more accurately across a young guy in a designer shirt and jeans. His hand was on Robyn's knee and they seemed to be cosy enough.
"Are you going to introduce us?" Mick nodded to his sister's companion.
"I'm Jason," he said. "I work with Robyn."
"You're a solicitor too?" Mick asked.
Jason paused and Robyn answered for him. "He's our intern. He's training to be a legal secretary."
"Oh, right," Mick said, barely concealing his contempt. He wasn't against his job or even the fact he was with Robyn. He was annoyed because he wanted everyone gone as soon as possible to put his plan into action.
"I can see why you hired him," Dawn joked.
Jason's face turned red.
The conversation turned to jobs and Mick zoned out for a while as Dawn's attention seemed focussed on Jason. What he did keep an eye on was their drinks, making sure everyone was topped up with wine at all times. Gradually people started to leave and Violet had to get up to see some of them out.
"You're running low," Mick said pointing to the nearly empty wine bottle. "I'll get you another."
"I'll give you a hand," Lance said as he followed Mick through to the deserted kitchen.
"I know what you're doing," Lance said as Mick opened the fridge.
"Getting drinks?"
"No," Lance glanced behind him to check no one was nearby. "I've seen the glances all night, the little touches. It's only natural you want her after what happened..."
Mick's heart raced, wondering whether to admit or deny the accusation.
"What happened happened. It was good but it was a one off."
"It doesn't have to be," Lance said.
Mick looked into his eyes, trying to work out if he was serious or just winding him up.
"We both know that if you keep plying them with drinks then there's every chance something could happen. I don't mind helping things along. That's if you want something to happen of course."
"What do you suggest?"
"You focus on the drinks and getting rid of the other guests."
"And what will you do?"
"If you give people an incentive then you can manipulate them into doing anything," he grinned.
Mick uncertainly nodded his head. For some reason he was more nervous when it had a better chance of succeeding than before.
"I'll see you on Tuesday," Violet called out as she shut the door. She then turned to Mick. "I'm surprised you didn't start the car for them."
"Eh?"
"A bit more subtlety next time rather than saying five times they shouldn't stay too late in case they're too tired to drive."
Mick wondered if he'd pissed her off but the little smirk she tried to hide told him he was in the clear.
"Did you really want them hanging around here all night?"
"Fuck no! That's the weird woman who I tell you about. The one who smells like an old dog."
"Oh that's her! If I'd known I'd have had a sniff."
Violet giggled and more giggling began behind them. Mick turned to see Robyn leading Jason by the hand as they emerged from the front room.
"You two going to join us?" Robyn asked.
