Sex was furthest from my mind that dark rainy evening when Richard showed up. There he stood on the front step, 5 year old daughter in tow, but without his wife of 10 years.
"Where's Lynn?" I asked, by way of greeting. We had plans to share a babysitter and hit the town tonight on a double date. "I was just texting her yesterday—"
"Hello to you too," he shot back. "If you don't mind, I'd rather not discuss it right now."
Right. From the set of jaw I could see he was a little on edge. So I ushered him in, poured him a beer and got the girls to go play happily in the den. My husband Mike joined him in the living room and I listened while I continued getting ready for our night out. Lynn or no Lynn, we had reservations for that to-die-for new Italian place and I was ready for a night of kid-free fun.
I could hear Mike in the living trying to figure out what was going on but Richard continued to deflect his gentle attempts. "Sooooooo," said Mike, eventually. "We still going out then? The babysitter will be here any moment now."
Richard mumbled back. "I don't care. Guess we need to eat at some point."
"I'm ravenous! And I want to go out," I called from the bedroom, as I put the finishing touches on my makeup. I texted Lynn: "Where are ya? What's going on? Call me."
My phone pinged immediately. "I'm not coming. I don't want to talk about it."
Classic Lynn. In the couple years we'd known them, she had pulled this stunt a number of times. She was a sweet and giving person - when she was in the right mood - and a downright insufferable monster when she'd gotten upset. And usually, it didn't take much to get her riled up. Normally I wouldn't put up with such childish behaviour, but the men were good friends. And the kids loved each other. Eventually, she would get over whatever it was.
I texted a quick reply: "Alright. Take care, and let me know if you need to talk."
Lynn left my message on read. That was that, it seemed. A little part of me was annoyed at her for throwing a fit on the one night we'd made plans. Richard and Mike worked hard - too hard - and it was a rare treat to get dressed up to go out without the kids. Let's have a really good night tonight, I thought, maybe she'll see what she's missing out on.
On a whim, I decided to change my outfit. A good night starts with a good dress, I thought, as I slipped on a sleek silk sheath with a plunging neckline. I slipped on my highest heels to match and checked myself out in the full length mirror. Not bad for a mom, I thought. I'd been training for a marathon and it was paying off. The short hemline highlighted my long, lean legs and pale pinks of the dress offset the incredible tan I'd gotten while running outdoors all summer.
I strutted out to the men. "Come on boys, let's go. The reservation is for 7." Mike looked up. "Whoa, babe, you look awesome." His eyes twinkled at me, he liked it when I got all dressed up.
When we were younger, the act of just getting dressed up would be enough to set him off. I'd be wandering around in a thong, trying to put an outfit together for the night, and Mike would simply not be able to wait a moment longer. He'd grab my ass, push my thong aside, and take me roughly and quickly. I loved those brief couplings, as getting pounded doggy style always gave me the most body-shaking orgasms, even if we often ended up wrecking my makeup or hair or outfit - Mike loved pulling out and coming all over my face. Some nights, we were so horny we'd just forget about the date - we'd phone a pizza, drink a bunch of beer, and fuck all night.
But tonight, there was Richard. And the babysitter was at the door. The quick pre-dinner fuck would have to wait. Just remembering that had gotten me all worked up thought, and my thong was already soaked.
On the way to the restaurant, Richard continued being his grumpy, taciturn self. Mike and I decided to just ignore whatever the big fight was about, tried to lighten the mood and chatted humorously about our day as we drove. By the time we got seated at the restaurant - Richard seemed to have decided to make the most of it and join in the fun.
"Alright," he sighed, as his eyes scanned the wine list. "Which bottle is the biggest? I could really use a drink." Three courses and four bottles of wine later - we were all full and tipsy. Richard and Mike had gotten into a really involved work conversation, so I entertained myself by playing footsie in the hopes of distracting Mike. I slid my bare foot up a denim-clad leg and back down. Sexily but subtly, I hoped, I worked my toe back up to explore further north when Mike stood up to go to the bathroom. The lap that my foot was in didn't move. In my drunken state, I'd gotten the men mixed up! I froze in place.
"Oops, I'm sorry," I stuttered, as I began to apologise. Richard cut me off.
"No, don't be," he said. He dropped a hand into his lap and cradled my foot. He stroked it lightly and then gently pressed it into his crotch. My bare toes felt rough denim and an unmistakable warm hard length. It was Richard. And his dick was hard.
I'm not sure what overcame me at that point. Perhaps the way-too-many glasses of wine. Perhaps it was that little streak of annoyance with Lynn. Bail on our plans? See what fun we can get up to, a tiny voice in my head said. I arched my foot and pressed back. I could feel his cock harden - a hot surge flowed from my feet to my wet pussy.
"You're gorgeous tonight," said Richard. "How have I not noticed before?"
"It's just the wine," I laughed nervously. I could feel the energy between us. I could tell Richard was aroused - and so was I. My juices were flowing. I'd never thought of Richard in this way before - he'd always just been that friend of Mike's we'd always had around. But now I took in his dark eyes, large, rough hands, the solid strength of his legs and that hefty cock straining against his pants.
"Maybe it's the wine," said Richard, his low voice husky with need. "Or maybe it's because I haven't been fucked for a year. Or maybe it's just because you've been sitting there all night with your incredibly hot body on display. Does it matter?"
HIs urgency took me by surprise. All I wanted was a little light flirting, but this was turning into something more. My pussy ached - it wanted more too. I thought of how that big cock of Richard's would feel. I wondered if he was circumcised, if he liked it rough, what it would feel like when he rammed that whole thing deep into me, what noise he would make when he finally surrendered to an orgasm.
Mike's return to the table took us by surprise. "You guys ok?" he asked. Flustered, I pulled my foot away - thank god for restaurant table cloths, lost in my own thoughts. "Yeah," said Richard. "We were just saying it was time to go back."
We sat, three abreast in the back of the Uber, with Mike sitting squashed in the middle. An awkward silence had descended. I wondered if Mike had seen anything, if that's why he had sat himself between Richard and me. A rush of conflicted emotions swirled in my thoughts. A heady mix of arousal and need and guilt, heightened by the wine.
Too soon, we were home, paying the babysitter, checking in on the kids. Mike put on some music, and poured everyone another whiskey. Richard and Mike thankfully found their way back into their tedious corporate talk, leaving me alone with my confused thoughts. I could barely follow, all I was aware of was the burning need to be taken. To feel hands on my skin. A mouth on my mouth.
The radio started playing Wonderful Tonight by Eric Clapton. I heard Mike say, "hey, it's our song", which snapped me out of the trance I had fallen into. "Come on babe," he said. "One dance."
He held me as we swayed to the music, while Richard sat in an armchair in the corner, saying nothing but holding my gaze with his steely, dark eyes. Mike's hands started to wander over my body, stroking me gently. "You do look wonderful tonight, babe," he said. He started to kiss me. On the lips, then my ear and my neck. Trailing explosions of desire down my skin. I could feel my nipples harden underneath my silk dress.
I threw caution to the wind. I kissed Mike back, with all the passion I could muster. "You look so sexy tonight, babe," I whispered. I pushed him back onto the couch, kissing him urgently. I needed someone. Something. I pushed thoughts of Richard out of my head as I straddled Mike. The way the couch and armchair sort of faced each other, he was probably getting a great view up my dress but I didn't care. In fact, knowing he wanted me and was watching me - but couldn't have me - made me even more aroused. I wanted him to know what he was missing.
Mike's mouth met mine, his tongue hot and probing. His hands roamed over my body, squeezing, cupping, stroking. I trailed kisses down his jaw, throat, chest, suddenly urgent with need. My hands reached down to his pants, to stroke the proud erection that I knew was waiting for me.
"Oh babe, wait," Mike gasped. He'd remembered Richard. "Let's take it to the bedroom."
I looked over my shoulder at Richard. Now was his chance. His dark eyes were aflame with desire, and I could see his erection straining against his jeans. "Nah mate," Richard said. "I'm good. Don't let me stop you." That seemed to be enough for Mike, who promptly claimed my mouth with his once more and returned my hand to his crotch. I caressed it briefly, before unbuttoning Mike's pants and releasing his gorgeous cock. I dropped to my knees between his legs and began trailing kisses down his belly, getting ready to deliver the best show of my life.
I allowed my dress to hike up, giving Richard a full view of my soaked thong, as I slurped away on Mike's cock. I slowly pumped my hand up and down his shaft, cupping his balls with my other, and swirling my tongue around his big purple head. Mike's eyes were closed, I could tell all he was thinking about was how good my mouth felt on his dick. I alternated between licking his head, and slowly suctioning up and down his shaft, deliberately not raising the intensity - that's the one thing about a long marriage, you really get to walk that fine line. I knew how to get Mike incredibly hard and horny and to keep him on that edge.
