Author's note:
This two-part series does have anything to do with 'See My Carrie' as far as the story line goes. They have the same couple featured as well as the same tastes, but the rest of the people, places, and things are completely different.
If you don't want to read about a cheating wife, please hit the back button now.
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Carrie made the rounds at the party, feeling bored but trying not to show it. Every year at the start of summer, the significant others and spouses of everyone that worked with her husband Paul got together without the employees. It was touted as a team building event by the corporate cheerleaders, saying that it helped bond the familial support system of the employees, but every year Carrie saw the same thing. Cliques of entitled bimbos clumped together as they gossiped.
She didn't like anything about the party, but for her husband's sake she endured the pain for a few hours a year. After making sure everyone saw her face and spending a few seconds pretending to like each person she greeted, Carrie retreated into the house.
"Well, there's twenty minutes down." She mumbled to the empty kitchen. "And only a tiny three and a half hours to go. Now what?"
After leaning on the counter for a few minutes, she saw one group of women outside showing off the makeup collection in their purses, and she laughed while looking in her own purse.
"Just the basics any girl needs." She mumbled. "I don't need to be a show-off. Oh, I know, I can kill a few more minutes checking my makeup. Where the hell are the bathrooms in this place again?"
She wandered the lower floor of the house, and every door that was unlocked was lacking the necessary plumbing and mirrors to be the room she needed. Carrie paused at the bottom of the staircase, worried about invading the privacy of Paul's manager's house, then shrugged a shoulder and headed up confidently.
The second unlocked door she opened was indeed a bathroom, and Carrie sighed in relief. She closed the door silently behind her and locked it, placing her purse on the counter, then gave her reflection a brief look before pulling out her makeup case. As she unzipped it, she saw movement out of the corner of her eye, turning quickly to see that a naked man with a towel over his shoulder was staring at her in surprise.
"Ummm, hi?" Carrie whispered, smiling as she looked up and down his nude body.
"Hello to you too, but what are you doing in here? The upstairs is off limits to the party."
"I'm sorry, I didn't know that." Carried looked up into his eyes to see that he was staring at her chest. "All of the downstairs bathrooms are being used, so I thought it was fine to come up here. And there's a married woman in here with you, why aren't you covering up?"
"Why should I?"
"But... But you're naked."
The man chuckled and hung his towel by the shower entrance. "You've already seen me naked, so any damage to your eyes or brain has already been done, and you're in my bathroom, so why should I? On the other hand, I don't care if anyone sees me naked. If you want to keep staring at me, I don't give a damn."
"I... Well, yeah, I do want to, thanks. Wait, who are you?" Carrie glanced down again at his crotch, smiling as she felt herself responding down below. "I don't remember seeing you at any of our parties before."
"Sorry to kill the mood, but if you're done staring at my dick, I do need to get in the shower because I have a blind date starting in about an hour. Feel free to stay and primp yourself, but if you want my opinion I don't think you need it."
Carrie blushed as he turned away, and she didn't move until he made her quit staring at his ass by walking around the partition wall to enter the shower. She put her makeup bag on the counter, then leaned on it as she looked at her reflection. Her pupils were dilated, her cheeks flushed with red, and there were two tiny spears trying to poke through her shirt.
"Son of a..." Carrie whispered, shaking her head and smiling. "That man looks like an Adonis, and he's got to know it even if his modesty kept from from being cocky. Speaking of his cock... Oh my goodness."
She spent two minutes working on her makeup, smiling at the memory of his last words. She couldn't keep the mental picture of his body out of her mind, and after a small bout of mentally battling her next move, she took a deep breath and put her equipment back into her purse.
In the time it took her to take her clothes off and walk halfway to the shower, Carrie heard the water turn off. She passed an open door to see a bedroom that had college banners and sports posters on the walls, now knowing how that man had come into the room without her knowing about it.
She walked faster and grabbed the towel from it's hanger, then turned the corner to see the man walking towards her. He was dripping wet, and with the look in his eyes through the steam, his thick cock swinging with every step, and wet hair ending just below his eyebrows, everything about him came together at once, making Carrie's heart race. She felt her pussy respond when he smiled lightly, his eyes running up and down her body.
"I didn't think it was fair that you had to give out an extended nude view without receiving one back." Carrie said as her heart pounded. "So if you're interested in a peek at me, feel free. If you don't like what you see, turn around and I'll give you the towel and leave."
The man leaned on the wall of the shower, making a point to stare at Carrie's breasts and shaved crotch. He looked up at her with a smile, crossing his arms as he stared deep into her eyes.
"Why the hell would I want to leave? I see a beautiful naked woman in front of me, and I don't know why in the world I would want to lose this view on purpose."
"I know my boobs are small, so I can't think of comparing to the silicon beauties down on the patio right now."
He took three steps closer to Carrie, shaking his head. "I like your style, lady. And yes you have smaller breasts, but so what? You aren't so shallow to think that they define you, and you're confident enough to show them off without any shame, not that you should have any. Most women with implants aren't like that, but the ones downstairs sure are. If it helps, I do like seeing you naked. I think you're gorgeous."
"I'm kind of self-conscious about my boobs, so thank you for that. On the other hand, you have an amazing body, so why aren't you like every other model style of guy that always sounds cocky about how good you look? Of course, your cock looks amazing, and you could easily pull off the cocky routine."
The man sighed and shook his head, but he did have a slight smile. "I know I'm in good shape, but I think it's stupid for me to be conceited about the things I have no control over. I'm born with certain traits to work with, and the only things I can partially control are muscle tone and body fat percentage, and the rest is pure genetic luck. It's like you with your smaller boobs, and how you're not ashamed to show off what you naturally have, and I think natural confidence is sexy as hell."
Carrie dropped the towel behind her, then took two a step towards the man. "So this date of yours tonight, who are you going out with?"
"I don't know, that's why I said it was a blind date. A couple of our mutual friends set us up, and I know nothing about her, so we're going to meet up at a coffee shop to see how things go, then maybe dinner and drinks later tonight if we make it that far."
"Not too bad." Carrie said with a smile, then glanced below his waist. "So your shower didn't take long enough for playtime. Why was that? Did you jerk off before you got in?"
"What? No, of course not."
Carrie shook her head. "I've been out of the dating pool for years, but I know what guys say. You've got to rub one out before your date, and that way you can think with your brain instead of your dick."
"I've heard that one before, but I don't know if I believe it. I'm not that daft."
With a wider smile, she stared directly at his soft shaft. "Good looks aside, I think I like you already. What do you say you let me do us both a favor and take care of that problem for you?"
"Wait, what?"
"What guy doesn't like getting blowjobs? I want to see how big your cock gets, and I want to feel it in my mouth. Besides the obvious reason of getting to suck a gorgeous cock, it will also help me kill some time before I can leave this stupid boring party. What do you say? Can I help us both out here?"
He smiled and lowered his eyes. "I hope I'm not sounding like an asshat, but I'm looking forward to holding your breasts. I've never held any of your size, and on top of how sexy this situation is here right now, both the physical and mental aspects are going to make me a minuteman."
"Bring him here." Carrie commanded as she went to her knees. "First I get him to stand up in all his glory, then I'll suck you off while I'm bending over so you can feel me up."
Obeying Carrie, he took three steps to reach her, and her hand was grasping his shaft before he stopped moving. She stared at how his growing erection pressed through her fist, biting her lip as she watched his cock head finish emerging from the hood of foreskin. In less than a minute, his length was showing just as much flesh on either side of her fingers, and Carrie pursed her lips to kiss the helmet before slowly pressing forward to take him inside of her.
A few minutes later, Carrie pulled back and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "This is amazing, thank you. I've never had a cock this size inside of me before. If you had more time before you meet up with your date tonight, I'd demand that you fuck my brains out, but maybe we can meet up later for that if your date doesn't go well."
She lowered her head, filling her mouth with his thick shaft, and the man put his hands on top of her head to help guide her. "Aren't you married? At this party, almost everyone here is married into the company. Aren't you worried that your husband will find out?"
