He ran his hands through his hair, sighed heavily and then ambled through into the kitchen in response to a need for a drink of water. He poured himself a glass, then stood leaning back against the worktop in bemused contemplation of the recent events and the bizarre situation he was now in. A small, and ever-so-slightly smug smile began to appear as he reviewed what had just happened. Forty-four and his best mate's horny, gorgeous daughter throws herself at him and insists he take her virginity. Apart from the utter hideousness of the consequences, could life get any better? He was just pondering this when he heard the front door open. Moments later, Ian marched into the kitchen, a clutch of shopping bags in each hand.
"Oh, morning Pete. Sorry I'm running a bit late – we had to do some shopping and it was murder."
"No worries – I was a bit early. Can I help?"
"No, that's most of it. Zoe's got the rest – I'll just nip up, have a crap and get changed."
With that he left and Peter heard his firm tread marching up the stairs. As soon as he'd gone, Peter heard the front door close and his wife Zoe appeared through the kitchen door. Zoe, at 40, was still a very attractive women, pretty and keeping in shape with regular exercise. Peter had always had the hots for her, but had never made any attempt to act upon them. She was wearing a light, floral summer dress that showed off her slim figure to perfection. With just the thin straps of the dress visible, he guessed she was bra-less. She, as always, smiled warmly when she saw him, and after dropping her keys and handbag on the worktop, grasped his upper arms as she stretched up to give him the customary peck on the lips that they'd greeted each other with for many years. His hands slipped naturally to her waist as she leant up towards him.
"Good morning." She smiled, easing back down away from him. Suddenly she froze, her eyebrows and lips raising in a quizzical smile. She moved her face back close to his and breathed in, her nostrils visibly flaring, then, hesitantly, she kissed him again, her tongue flicking briefly out to lick his lips. As she moved back slightly, he saw a broad grin cross her face. Inside, he was in turmoil –
she can smell Debbie on my face!
"My, Diane's a lucky girl this morning." She whispered huskily.
Thank Christ! She thinks it's my wife I've been licking!
Her smile faded, and still holding his arms, and now looking intently at his mouth, she closed in and kissed him again, her tongue once more flicking across his lips. As he leant back, bemused, she kissed him again, this time more firmly, and her tongue slipped between his lips; her hands slid up from his upper arms to round his neck and she pulled herself against him. Instantly, they were kissing passionately, pausing briefly to look intently into each other's eyes before resuming. He became hard, his erection uncomfortably positioned in his pants. He was stunned when her right hand slipped down straight into the waistband of his trousers into his pants, grasped him firmly and pulled his erection upright into a comfortable position. She pulled her hand out and put it back behind his neck as she ground her belly firmly against his hard bulge. Briefly he broke the kiss and pulled his head back to look at her. Her eyes were closed, her mouth searching for his to resume the kiss.
"Zoe, what's going on here?"
She said nothing, just pressed her mouth back to his and resumed kissing.
