Following on from my night of unbridled lust.
There was so much going through my mind as I drove home, if honest probably too distracted to drive safely. My daze was broken by the phone ringing, it was Dave.
I sheepishly answered not really knowing what to say, or how Dave would react. My fears were immediately eased, he just said how is my little hotwife. I could feel myself welling up with tears as I told him I didn't think he'd want anything to do with me after what I had done. He just laughed saying don't be silly, let's talk when you get home, saying he would have dinner ready. The rest of the drive flew by.
After we had eaten, Dave got me a glass of wine and we sat in the lounge, he asked me to tell him everything from the beginning. As I spoke I noticed his eyes never left mine, not for a second, he was transfixed on my every word. I also couldn't help but notice an ever increasing bulge in his trousers.
When I finished he put his hand onto my leg. When I flinched he looked shocked and asked what was wrong, I told him I was sorry, but I was far too sore to do anything. I could see the disappointment, but also the relief on his face when I asked if he could just hold me tonight. That's how we fell asleep.
I awoke the next morning to find Dave gone, when I went through to the kitchen he was sat reading his iPad at the island. He had a very mischievous grin, when I asked what he was up to he just told me I'd find out soon.
I turned saying I needed a shower, asking Dave to make me a coffee.
When I came back down, Dave had a coffee waiting for me. Grin still on his face like a Cheshire Cat. The look on my face must have said everything.
"Well, I've arranged for our Mark and Helen to come round for a meal the next Saturday," he mused. They have been friends of ours for years. Then added they we staying the night. Dave has always teased how Mark fancies and flirts with me all the time, and how I lapped it up!
"Come on, what have been planning." I asked.
He just said, "simple. Lots of alcohol and see what happens."
I replied, "you know for well that Helen was a bit of a prude so no way on this earth anything would happen."
He just smiled saying, "leave that to me, I'm going to get her so drunk she will be passed out and in bed by 11."
"So where does that leave you then, I'm pretty sure he will not try anything with you there."
"Oh Helens drinks will be very stiff, mine however will be very weak indeed, but I will start acting very drunk like Helen."
"Then what?"
"You will help me to bed and Mark will help Helen. Then you will be left to your own devices."
"And what do you want from it Dave."
"Simple, leave the serving hatch slightly open. Then once I feel it's safe I will creep into the kitchen and watch."
The thought of that alone made me tingle. "You really do have it all worked out don't you, you perv," I giggled.
"But what if he doesn't flirt and nothing happens," I asked.
"Txt Mark tomorrow, something like looking forwards to seeing you next week."
Mmmm I thought, "ok I will."
The following morning as I was getting ready for work, I started thinking how I would open the conversation. Getting ready I never thought about what I was picking out to wear, but I instinctively chose hold ups and a nice bra/thong set. Slipped on a navy skirt suit with fairly sensible 3" courts.
