The children's party had come to an end. The guests had left, the kids were peacefully asleep, and all the trash had been cleaned up. Outside, it was long past midnight. The heat had finally subsided, and despite the late hour, neither of them felt tired.
"Want to take a walk?" Archie asked.
Linda nodded, and they set off.
The street was enveloped in thick nighttime silence. Only a few scattered streetlights cast a soft glow on the asphalt, stretching the shadows of trees and houses. Here, in the suburbs, cars were rare at night. Linda stole glances at the houses wrapped in darkness. They seemed different, unfamiliar -- unlike during the day, when the windows glowed warmly, and the outlines softened in the sunlight.
Archie was talking about the party earlier, but Linda was only half-listening. Her thoughts had drifted far away. Before long, he fell silent too, just walking beside her. Everything around them breathed tranquility.
"It's so deserted here," Linda finally said, looking at the empty street. "We could strip down right here, and no one would even know."
Archie smirked.
"Oh, they'd notice. The moon is bright tonight. If someone's standing by their window in a dark room, they can see us perfectly."
They walked a little further.
"What if we actually did?" Archie murmured, a grin tugging at his lips.
"Do what?"
"Walk naked. There's no one around."
Linda gave him a doubtful look.
"What if someone shows up?"
"We'd throw our shirts back on, cover up, or hide in the bushes."
Linda laughed, but her gaze lingered on the Smiths' house. Something stirred inside her. Earlier that day, she had caught Barbara flirting with Archie -- and provoking Linda. Now the question was whether Linda planned to respond. And if so, how?
"Where's the thrill in that? Without risk, it's no fun," she said.
They stopped in front of a large house, its dark silhouette mysterious in the night.
Archie dropped his hands to her shorts, unbuttoned them, then unzipped them. The fabric slid down smoothly. Linda held her breath. She hadn't expected her own joke to lead to this.
Archie knelt and, gently touching her thighs, pulled her shorts and panties down. Linda stepped out of them, feeling the night air brush against her skin.
His hands pressed warmly against her thighs. His fingers traced along her skin. Linda could feel his breath -- deep, uneven.
"You want someone to see us, don't you?" Her voice was barely a whisper, but Archie heard it.
He lifted his head.
"And if I do?"
Linda shivered. There was no embarrassment in his eyes, only lust.
Linda studied him for a moment, then slowly pulled off her T-shirt, unhooked her bra.
Her bra came undone, and Archie watched as she shrugged it off. She handed him her clothes.
"Hold these," she murmured.
He took them silently.
Suddenly her hand was wrapped around his cock.
"You got hard."
She had her hand on his cock and was rubbing it.
"Is that what you want?" she whispered, lips brushing his ear. "For Barbara and Ken to see?"
His hands slid to the curve of her hip.
"That's crazy."
She smiled.
"Is it?"
His fingers tightened involuntarily on her skin, heat rising in his chest.
"You're imagining things. I only love you," he murmured, but his voice lacked conviction.
Linda's smile deepened.
"Let's go."
When they reached the Smiths' house, she suddenly stopped, turning to face him.
"Kiss me," she said.
Archie leaned in, their lips met. The kiss was long, hungry. His hands glided over her back at first, then lower...
"Lower," she whispered.
Her breath was hot, her skin burned from the slightest touch.
Archie obeyed. His lips moved down her neck, then between her breasts... then he sank to his knees, his fingers tracing her thighs, squeezing, teasing.
Archie suddenly realized just how aroused he was. He wasn't sure what aroused him more -- Linda's naked body in the moonlight or the thought that somewhere behind those windows, Barbara and Ken might be watching.
Linda closed her eyes.
His hands gripped her ass, pulling her closer. Archie started doing what she loved so much. He was down on his knees between her legs, licking her pussy.
Linda's breathing grew heavier and heavier. She wanted him to keep licking her, tasting her, forever.
The need was overwhelming, consuming her in a way she hadn't expected. She felt completely out of control, her body aching with a hunger she couldn't push aside. All she could think about, all she wanted, was for Archie to keep licking. And he did, without hesitation.
Somewhere in the darkness, a light flickered on -- a window on the second floor of the Smiths' house.
Linda gasped, but even that couldn't stop her.
Her body shuddered as pleasure overtook her. She clapped a hand over Archie's mouth, muffling her own moan.
Archie held her firmly until the trembling subsided.
Then he stood up, his eyes darkened.
"Think they saw us?"
Linda panted, her breath mingling with the cool night air.
"Now... I think I want them to."
Archie exhaled, and unable to resist, crashed his lips against hers again.
Then Archie took her hand, entwining their fingers and pulled her down, and soon Linda realized he wanted her to kneel.
He stood right in front of her and gently guided her face to his cock.
Her pulse quickening, her body responding to the unspoken desire between them.
There, she looked up at him, her lips parted, her breath unsteady.
Then took his cock into her mouth.
She had never done this quite like this before -- never kneeling in front of a man, never with anyone watching.
But in this moment, she wanted to, needed to.
The cock had hardened, grown, and become big.
She quickly started bobbing her head, bringing her lips up and down the length of his cock.
He stared at her.
She met his gaze, lips tingling, heart racing. And as she swallowed, as if it had always been second nature, a slow, knowing smile curved her lips.
*****
The next morning Linda ran into Barbara outside the house.
"Long night?" Barbara said lightly, stepping closer. Her tone was casual, but her eyes weren't.
Linda froze for half a second.
"You... you saw?"
Barbara's smile widened.
"Oh, Ken and I caught the whole show. And you know what? It was... perfect timing." Barbara leaned in, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "Just as Ken was inside me... watching you two like that? It was unreal."
Heat rushed to Linda's cheeks, but she managed a smirk.
"Hope we didn't distract you too much."
"Oh no. I was on fire. I haven't had sex like that in years."
Barbara tilted her head slightly, watching Linda as if trying to read something on her face. Then, almost absentmindedly, she murmured, "Archie was good -- he must have learned from you."
Linda's lips curled slightly. "It wasn't hard. The soil was already fertile."
Barbara raised an eyebrow. "Meaning?"
Linda chuckled.
"Even back in college, he had a theory: if you pay regular attention to a woman's clit, she'll grant you a number of otherwise... unspoken erotic liberties."
Barbara blinked.
"I guess you two have... experience with that?"
Linda's gaze flickered, as though recalling something long past.
"Sometimes, things just happen."
Barbara sighed, almost wistfully.
"I wish someone could teach Ken a thing or two."
Linda tilted her head, considering.
"Well, you could teach him yourself... or..."
"Or what?"
Linda's voice was smooth.
"Or you could have someone else teach him."
Barbara let out a short laugh, but something in Linda's tone made her pause.
"Linda."
Linda just shrugged, as if it was the most natural suggestion in the world.
"Men learn best through experience."
Barbara scoffed, shaking her head.
"No way. Besides, how could I even suggest something like that to Ken? And where would I even find someone? Is that even legal?"
Linda didn't answer right away. She just watched Barbara, waiting. Then, after a pause, she spoke.
"I could do it."
Barbara blinked. "What!?"
Her mind raced. She must mean she could suggest it to him. No. No...
"I could show him," Linda clarified. "I could make him into a great lover. You'd have to trust me, but I could do it."
Barbara stared at her, stunned. Was Linda after Ken?
She knew Linda was more confident, more experienced with men. And Ken -- he was drawn to her, Barbara could see that. If Linda really wanted him, she could probably take him. So why was she bringing this up to her?
"It's too weird," Barbara muttered.
Linda nodded, as if she understood. "It would be unusual, us being friends and all. But that has advantages too. You trust me. And Ken wouldn't be with some stranger."
As if summoned, Ken appeared, walking toward the garage. He saw Linda and waved, a warm smile on his face.
