Part 5
Lori
The party over, Lori went upstairs as soon as the last guests left.
Peeling off her dress, she slipped into pyjama trousers and an old t-shirt and brushed her hair before pulling it back and securing it with a bobble. Washing makeup from her face, her thoughts drifted back to Chris.
Lori imagined joining him in the bedroom, slipping under the covers and falling asleep in his arms, knowing he would be the first to greet her when she woke in the morning.
As she walked from the bathroom into the bedroom, she snapped out her lovely daze. With her husband getting ready for bed, she felt a small twinge of guilt -- but her desire and want outweighed that feeling.
"Hi, hun," he said.
She smiled before kissing him. "I know we had plans, but I drank more than I wanted and I'm full." She wasn't telling him lies, just not that she was full of another man's cum.
"It's okay babe," he said but Lori saw the disappointment in his face and heard it in his voice.
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Lori sat with bated breath again. Waiting for Chris to phone, she almost felt like an addict needing a fix. She'd been short-tempered with her husband and kids as the frustration crept into her daily life.
When Chris eventually phoned, she answered before the second ring. Having taken the phone everywhere with her, she was actually in the shower at the time.
"Hello, you." She kept her voice low, looking through the glass screen to the open bathroom door. She hoped her husband and kids were out of earshot.
"Listen, I need you to do something for me," he said.
"Anything," she whispered.
"What?"
"Anything for you, baby," she said louder over the sound of the running water.
"Good. I want you to dress up nice and sexy and meet me."
Her heart raced and she instantly became aroused.
"What're you doing right now?" he asked. "I can hardly hear you."
She looked at the door again. "I'm in the shower."
"Great."
"Oh, really?" she purred down the line, fingers teasing her swollen clitoris. "You want to talk dirty to me, want me to tell you what I'm doing?"
"No, don't have time."
"But you said great, so I..."
"I said great because it's easier for him to see what he's getting. Look, take a few snaps in your shower and send them to me. Then get ready and come over here sharpish. I'll text you the address. Hurry."
He hung up.
Lori was puzzled: 'See what he's getting.' What did that mean?
But the instructions were clear and she took several provocative photographs, some with the showerhead. She sent them and saw he'd sent the address of a pub.
She quickly dried and dressed and was applying makeup when her husband walked into the bedroom.
"You going out?"
"Yes," she replied.
"Where?"
She concentrated on applying mascara while casually answering, "Just out, won't be late."
Her husband shrugged and left as Lori put on a summer dress and denim jacket before slipping heels and a sleek gold sequinned cocktail dress into a bag.
"Looking good, hun," her husband said as she stepped into the kitchen.
"Thank you. I'll catch you later." Her excitement at seeing Chris was totally absorbing.
"Hun, you forgetting something?"
She turned and saw Chris pointing to a cheek and the girls also watching. "Sorry," she said through gritted teeth and crossed the kitchen trying not to let the inconvenience show. She kissed her husband's cheek then hugged her girls before almost running to the car.
Lori drove to the bottom of the street and turned the corner before parking. Getting into the back, she removed the summer dress then reached into the bag for the cocktail dress. Sitting in matching black bra, pants, garter, and stockings, she wasn't concerned about being seen in this state of undress --her thoughts centred solely on Chris and how she hoped she'd please him.
After getting into the dress and heels, she returned to the driver's seat, drove into town, and parked. She applied extra makeup, knowing Chris liked it, then walked to the pub.
Entering, Lori was immediately hit with how dingy and run down it was but she ignored the many glances coming her way and sat at the bar. She ordered a glass of wine from the hefty barmaid and sent a text to Chris: 'Here, where are you, dreamboat?'
It wasn't long before she felt a tug on her arm and turned to find Chris facing her. "I'm over there," he said, pointing. "Barmaid, two more beers, please."
Lori followed him to a booth at the back where an older man was waiting. Chris slid into the bench seat and she was about to follow when he held out a hand to stop her. She stood at the edge of the table.
"This is Lori," Chris told the man.
"Hello, Lori." The stranger's tone was gruff as if his vocal cords had been damaged at some time. But he was clearly excited to meet her.
Chris completed the introductions. "Lori, this is Eddie."
"Hello, Eddie," she said.
Chris made a circular motion with a finger and Lori dutifully turned around.
"You like?" she asked Chris.
"It's not me you need to impress... it's Eddie," he said looking across at his drinking partner.
"Oh, I'm very impressed," he croaked before coughing. "Such a beautiful flower in this wretched place."
Lori began to sit next to Chris. "Lori, I've told you, it's Eddie that you need to impress."
Lori slinked over and sat next to the grey-haired man but kept a gap between them.
"So, this is okay?" Eddie asked Chris.