Trisha sat next to me trying to disguise her excitement with casual attitude. She picked up her drink, pretending to join back into the conversation, but before she sipped she put her free hand to my face and turned it to her. She gave me a light kiss on the lips, nothing too sexual for the room, but as she sat back she quickly swiped her finger under my nose. I felt the cooling moisture left behind as she sat back and sipped her drink, nodding interestedly at the conversation in progress around the table; innocuous chatter about neighborhood happenings. I inhaled, detected a musky scent. I smiled to myself, also pretending to listen and be interested. I waited a few seconds until someone began a rambling story of landscaping, holding everyone's attention but ours. I inclined my head and spoke in a low tone, only for her ears.
"Yours?" I asked.
"Uh huh," she acknowledged in the same private voice, keeping her eyes forward. We were practiced at this.
"Nice," I commented. My cock stirred in my crotch, imagining.
"Where?"
"The garage," she commented. Our hosts had coolers of beer and drinks set up in their two car garage, with a door off the kitchen. "With Mary," she added, keeping it between us. Then in a public voice she joined the story with brief details of our own landscaping issues. She sat back and allowed the conversation to resume without her.
"How?" I asked.
She leaned her head on my shoulder, pretending to nuzzle my neck. "Sat on the cooler. Just us two," she hissed in my ear. "Pulled up my skirt and stuck my fingers in while she watched." My cock swelled in my pants and I squirmed. She sat back up. I glanced around at the crowd, but they were none the wiser, discussing dandelions and lawn watering. She finished the last sip of her drink and stood. "Anyone need another while I'm up?" Someone asked for a beer and off she went. I sat, thinking about her, our game, her teasing. She was gone longer than it took to get a beer.
When she returned she apologized for taking so long, put the beer on the table, and motioned to me. "There's someone I want you to meet," she lied, and I excused myself from the group. She led me out to the back deck and took me to the rail where we could talk privately. I had my back to the crowd, facing her. She put her hand to my face. Her fingers were still damp at my nose. I inhaled; the scent was sharp and clear. She pushed then into my mouth and I sucked.
"Janice," she said, and my eyes opened wide. I let her hand slip from my mouth and moved next to her, standing side by side at the railing, our backs to the crowd. We talked in quiet excitement.
"Quiet little Janice? Really?"
She nodded and grinned. "She not so quiet, either. What a mouth on her," she quipped. "And that's not all." She leaned to me and kissed me.
Her lips and tongue tasted of excited cunt, and I moaned in her mouth. "Oh, you devil," I said as she pulled back, grinning proudly.
"Just a little," she smirked, "she didn't cum."
"Where?" I asked again.
"Guest bedroom. She'll be back there in an hour. I told her you were going to fuck her into next week," she said, smiling broadly.
"What about Mary?"
"She's mine," she said in no uncertain terms. She leaned to me and hissed in my ear, her hot breath sending tingles down my spine to nestle in my growing cock. "I'm gonna make her eat my cunt while her husband fucks me." She kissed my cheek. "Gotta go. See you in a about a half hour?"
"Don't do anything I wouldn't do," I said, raising my glass.
"Aw-w, too bad, I plan to," she mocked, and walked away, leaving me alone with my thoughts and my uncomfortable bulge. I waited until it subsided before going back inside.
I mingled, drifting from group to group for a while, listening to pointless chatter. I saw Mary in one of the groups; she looked distracted. Her husband, Terry, wasn't around. I was coming out of the bathroom when I saw Trisha in the empty hallway. Her eyes brightened and she put her arms around my neck and kissed me on the lips. She was flushed and her hair was a little mussed. That taste. I pulled back my mouth and gave her a quizzical look.
"Terry," she grinned. "I sucked his fat cock. Can you taste his cum? I saved some for you!" She whispered as one of the neighbor women walked around us into the bathroom. I think I heard a snide comment as she passed, but it was under her breath.
"I thought you were going to fuck him?"
She pulled her head back, her arms still over my shoulders. "I am," she assured me, "but I want him to last longer, so I get a nice long fuck," she hissed quietly, "and I get to really torment Mary!"
"Wish I could watch," I said, as we separated and headed back to the main room.
"But you'll be busy," she confirmed. She pulled my ear to her mouth and whispered hotly. "You'll be shoving that beautiful cock into Janice!" She looked at her watch. "Five minutes. You better get going." I kissed her, a little peck, and smacked her ass playfully. She scooted away and disappeared into the crowd.
I made my way down the hallway to the guest bedroom; Trisha and I had scoped it out early in the evening. The door was closed and I glanced up and down the hallway before opening it. Janice sat in the edge of the bed, nervously playing with her fingers, backlit by a single lamp.
"Janice," I said.
"Hello, Troy," she replied meekly.
"Why are you still dressed?" I accused, putting her off balance.
"I - I wasn't sure..." She trailed off.
"You weren't sure you wanted my cock? Or you weren't sure I'd show up?"
"Th- the second. That you'd show up," she murmured.
"So you want my cock?"
Her eyes lowered. "Yes."
"Where? Show me where you want it."
She tightened her lips and froze a second, and then her fingers moved down her thighs to the hem of her skirt. She shifted her weight a little as she pulled it to her waist, slipping the back up from under her butt. Just to make her more uncomfortable, I looked directly into her eyes as she exposed her thighs and crotch. I waited, staring, until her legs parted. She was biting her bottom lip, and her cheeks glowed red.
I looked between her legs. She wore no panties, and her pussy was shaved. "In your cunt, Janice? You want my hard cock in your cunt?" I opened my belt and pants and pulled the zipper down. "The same cunt you let Trisha lick, you slut?" I pushed my pants down, then my boxer briefs, and my semi-erection flopped out, filling and rising.
She sucked breath through her teeth. "Yes," she hissed.
"Did you like her mouth? Did it feel good?" I grinned at her, and stroked my shaft slowly, showing her the full eight. "She liked it. Do you want to lick her pussy, too?" Her eyelids fluttered, but she didn't answer. I stepped towards her, dropping my pants to my ankles and stepping out of them, removing my shirt. "If I shove my hard cock inside you and fuck you good, make you cum on my cock," I said, looking down at her, "will you lick Trisha's cunt?"
"Yes-s-s" she gasped, and fell back on her elbows, pulling her feet to the edge of the bed, her knees up and parted. "Just fuck me, please!"
"With pleasure," I told her, and stepped between her legs. With one hand I rubbed my cockhead on her labia, watching them part and open, welcoming me. I moved it to the top of her slit where her swollen bud was pushing out from under its hood. She inhaled sharply as I made contact. I rubbed my pre-cum on her clit and her head fell back. I pushed it down to her opening and held it there, feeling the heat and moisture emanating from her depths. I waited.
"I'm going to watch you," I told her, pressing the head in to fit inside her opening. "I want to watch you lick my wife's cunt, you slut!" and on the last word I pushed the full length inside her. She let out a loud moan, and I leaned over her to clamp my hand across her mouth. "Quiet!" I said, and she looked up at me with panicked eyes. "You want everyone to know you're in here getting fucked? You want your husband to find out?" Her eyes were wide as I began sliding in and out, and she shook her head under my hand. I released her mouth and her lips were tight. I pushed all the way inside her, hard, and she blew out a silent breath.
