Naked, Elaine Henderson looked at herself in the full length mirror. It was obvious that she was excited. Her boobs were slightly tender to her touch; the dark nipples that capped them were full, erect. A slight redness colored the tops of her tits. Below the gentle swell of her belly, the small dark tuft of pubic hair at the top of her cunt accented her swollen pussy lips. Her clitoris barely peeked out of the top of the folds.
She took down the red baby doll pajamas that hung over the hook on the bathroom door. Red wasn't her favorite color. Allen thought it was sexy, though, and tonight she desperately needed him to think she was sexy. She wanted a fuck, a hard fuck. She slipped the PJ's over her head and snugged them down her slender body. Elaine carefully fit her boobs inside the lace bodice. She picked up the matching red bikini panties. She stepped into them, pulled them up her long legs, and settled them over her hips. She loved the way the crotch of her panties cupped her swollen pussy.
Tonight was going to be so good.
Elaine looked at herself in the mirror again. One strap of the baby doll needed adjusting. She turned away from the mirror, craned her neck around so she could see herself, and adjusted her bikinis also. She had to admit that her ass was fantastic.
Facing the mirror again, she fluffed out her hair lightly. Her hairdresser had done wonders with her hair for the party. She had darkened it slightly so that the dark red was almost black, effectively removing the few strands of gray accumulated over the years, swept the ends in over her shoulders, and gently feathered her bangs. Nothing dramatic, not too young nor old, the new style accented her oval face.
Before leaving the bathroom, Elaine applied some fresh gloss to her lips. She dabbed some White Diamonds, her husband's favorite perfume, behind each ear. With a wicked grin of expectation, Elaine pulled down the straps of her baby doll pajamas and touched some perfume under the slope of each boob.
Tonight was going to be so fucking good.
Elaine wasn't usually this horny. Her excited state was all because of the party. The Gregorys, who lived next door to Elaine and Allen, were leaving for Miami first thing in the morning. From there, they were sailing for the Mediterranean. It was going to be a four-week second honeymoon while they toured the isles of Greece before flying back to Houston. The entire street had given them a going away party. Catered food, an open bar, and a DJ were all provided. There was great food, good drinks, and lots of dancing.
Allen had let Elaine splurge on a new party dress. She had found a quietly dramatic dress, if that isn't a contradiction in terms. It was a spaghetti strap dress, floor length, with a slit almost up to her right thigh, in black and gold. Elaine had to admit she was one of the best looking women at the party. Proof of that fact was that every guy there asked her to dance. She hadn't danced that much since she couldn't remember when. Nor had she ever felt so many erections rubbing her belly. Even Samantha Gregory' s dad, a widower pushing 80, had gotten a woody on their first dance. He enjoyed it so much that they danced two more songs later in the evening and he'd held her so tightly Elaine was afraid he was going to crack one of her vertebrae. Charlie Summerhill was a retired chiropractor and was certainly capable of doing so.
She was a tease, no two ways about it and Elaine couldn't resist during that last dance with Sam's father. She'd made a point of rubbing against him, dragging the tips of her boobs across his chest and since the cut of the gown made wearing a bra impossible, her sensitive nipples quickly made an appearance. After that last dance, they had found a dark corner of the large yard. With drinks in hand, she flirted some more. Elaine asked Charlie if he ever thought about coming out of retirement, if he didn't miss adjusting the spines of some attractive female patients. She made sure as they talked that she'd leaned forward in interest so that he could see her boobs down the front of the dress.
With her other dance partners, Elaine managed to resist such behavior. Even when she felt their manliness grow tumescent during their dances, she resisted. She was, after all, a happily married woman. As such. she resisted going too far with her other dance partners.
Well, nearly so. The exception was the young Jason Gregory. She'd danced with him once in the middle of the evening when he had torn himself away from a few of his friends who'd been invited. The idea behind their presence was to provide him with some diversion from the "old folks" who made up the majority of the guests. Of course, they also added some youthful gaiety to the occasion.
During her dance with her friend's son, Elaine had felt the expected response. The boy she had watched grow up with her own children was certainly a man! The size of his package amazed her. She had never known such a cock to exist outside of fuck films. Yet here, living right next door to her and currently moving easily in her arms to the music was an eighteen year old with a cock that would have measured up to anything from the world of porn.
When the dance ended, Jason wouldn't look Elaine in the eye. He moved awkwardly away. Elaine had to smile at his discomfort. There was something to be said in favor of blushing youth. Especially when they were hung like the proverbial horse.
Even when Carl Benson claimed her for the next dance, she thought about Jason's cock. Did Samantha know about her son? The idea that maybe she did sent a shudder through Elaine that poor Carl thought he was the cause of and he clasped her even more tightly against his boner.
If not for the memory of Jason, Elaine might have enjoyed it.
She moved without any conscious effort in Carl's arms, rubbing against him, feeling his cock grow without paying it any mind. Her thoughts remained on her friend's son. Elaine, like any woman, had her secret, and some not so secret, sexual fantasies. They didn't include 18 year old neighbors, no matter how well hung, however. Maybe she needed to broaden her fantasy horizon, Elaine contemplated as she excited her dance partner even further. Her pussy got wet as she thought about that huge tool splitting her insides.
Carl, meanwhile, thought that her growing excitement was because of him. He felt her mold herself more tightly his body. He saw the hardness of her nipples. He felt the heat radiating from her loins. Carl had been wanting some of this for a couple of years now and he wondered if tonight was going to be his chance. Earlier, he had watched Allen slip away with Carolyn Hawthorn. Carolyn was notorious for deep throating like a pro. Carl hardly thought his friend would be jealous if he knocked off a piece of his wife. He'd never heard of Elaine fucking around, but there had to be a first time for everything.
Elaine wondered if Samantha knew about Jason's cock. Samantha had once shared a fantasy she had about her brother. Did her incestuous dreams include her son? Elaine had certainly never been interested in her brothers or either of her sons. As the old saying went, she didn't want to foul her own nest. Fantasies about exhibitionism and submissive anonymous fucking, OK. Facing the psychic scars and possible arrest from fucking one of her kids, nope.
By the time the dance ended, Carl was kissing her ear and whispering that maybe they needed to slip away. Abruptly, Elaine returned to reality. She felt the prod of her dance partner's hard on. She became aware of Carl's hotly whispered suggestions. Her mind recoiled. So did her body. Despite his tumescence, she simply didn't find him personally attractive. Not that he wouldn't be a catch for some women. He was a high school soccer coach and had a nice physique. His shaved head and tiny mustache - what she'd heard describe as a "clit tickler" - didn't turn her on, though.
"I - I'm sorry, Carl," Elaine stammered, trying to hide her distaste. "I, I need to find Allen."
He watched her hurry away. That was rich. Elaine was looking for her husband, who was no doubt in some private location with his cock stuffed in a hot mouth. Oh well, thought Carl, there are other cunts available. He went in search of some.
Once Elaine was out of sight of her recent dance partner, she gave a sigh of relief. She stopped by the bar and got a screwdriver. She declined an invitation to join Miranda Simms and Heather Tyler in a gossip fest. She kept circulating. She waved a finger at Charlie Summerhill. She thought about doing some more teasing. She saw her husband, however, and went over to talk to him. Allen was in deep conversation with Carolyn Hawthorne. That was one woman she didn't cotton to. A definite slut. Sexy in a blatant way. Showing off a little too much.
Elaine nodded at Carolyn and gave her husband a peck on the cheek. She looped her arm through his. Branding him as already taken.
"You'll excuse us," Elaine told Carolyn. "I think this handsome man owes this desperate woman a dance or two."
Allen let himself be led away. He didn't mind. He set her his wife's glass on a convenient patio table and took her in his arms for a swirl around the yard. Elaine rested her cheek on Allen's chest. She always enjoyed being in his arms. They moved so easily together.
"I think you're enjoying the party," he whispered.
"What gave me away?" Elaine asked as she moved her shoulders to give him a view of her tits. If a girl can't flash her husband, who can she flash?
"Anyone in particular?"
"Samantha's dad." Elaine wasn't about to tell Allen about Jason.
He chuckled . "I think you'd better cut Charlie some slack. His heart couldn't hold up. Not to you."
"D'ya think? He might be fun, though."
"He'd certainly go happy. Wasn't that how Nelson Rockefeller died?"
"Not in my bed, babe."
Elaine knew he loved her to tease. She went on, "He must have been in the Viagra. Would you mind if he carried me into the shrubbery?"
