The rest of the party went in a blur. I am sure I returned to Dave in the kitchen with a bright red face and an expression of guilt like a four year old boy with his hand stuck in the cookie jar! But Dave was talking and drinking and barely acknowledged my coming back! And I am sure that some of my colleagues gave me that "knowing" look and were exchanging whispers whilst looking in my direction. Was I imagining it? They certainly didn't mention anything when I finally plucked up the courage to go over and talk to them.
What definitely could not be mistaken was the smug expression that was on John's face every time I saw him later that evening. And whenever he caught me looking at him, he would slowly lick his lips and then smile a deep smile of satisfaction. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
That night when Dave and I were sitting in the back of the taxi, he put his arm around me and his head went to my neck. He kissed my ear and said something that I could not make out because it was so slurred. And when his hand moved to my legs, I grabbed hold of it and returned it to his lap as I pushed him into an upright position – or as near as I could in his drunken state!
I had been drinking most of the evening but I felt as sober as a judge. My mind was in a whirl about what I had allowed to happen – did I encourage John to do what he did? I had certainly enjoyed what had happened; the tingling in my pussy was testament to that fact! But I resolved that I COULD not and WOULD not allow this to go any further! A little bit of petting was one thing but I WOULD not allow his big fat cock into my married pussy!
I felt a little bit better after I had come to that decision, but then I thought to myself: "A little bit of petting" who was I trying to kid? I had sucked John's huge cock to orgasm and swallowed every drop of cum that he squirted into my throat! And then I had a violent orgasm with John's tongue buried in my pussy whilst I had my knees around my ears! Hardly a little bit of petting! I started to laugh and the taxi driver looked at me in the rear view mirror. I could read his mind: "Bloody drunken sods! They had better not throw up in my cab!"
We got home and I helped Dave into the house and straight upstairs, my pussy still had that "itch" and I was considering going downstairs and satisfying myself but when I was helping Dave get undressed, he was trying to grope me and when I pulled down his boxer shorts, I was pleased to see a semi hard cock appear. I pushed him back on the bed and went straight to his cock with my fingers and my warm mouth. I was instantly rewarded with a deep moan from his lips and a pulse in his hardening cock. Dave closed his eyes and let me do all the work. I knew I had to be quick as he had closed his eyes and I occasionally raked my fingernails hard down his chest and stomach to keep him as alert as possible.
His cock was hard – not as hard as I have known it, but good enough! Without removing any of my clothes, I hitched up my skirt and quickly straddled his body, I pulled my wet thong to one side and grabbed hold of his dick and pointed it at my wet opening. I exhaled deeply as I sank down and took every inch of his dick in one movement. I looked at Dave and his eyes were closed. His hands were beside his body – it seemed like the only part of his body that was awake was his cock – I thanked him for that and began a rhythmic up-down movement whilst gyrating my hips to extract every bit of sensation that I could from his fuck stick. I sat down hard and could feel Dave's balls against my ass – I closed my eyes and at that moment I wished that I was sitting down on a cock that was 3 inches longer, and fatter, and that the balls I felt were half as big again as the ones I was fucking right now! I quickened my pace and my fingers went to my clit and stroked the oily nub that felt bigger than usual. My fingers were gliding easily over my wet, oily lips and clit and I forced first one, then two fingers into my pussy alongside Dave's cock, my thumb was now in contact with my clit and it felt SO good as I just ground my hips around and around.
I felt the familiar stirring rise in my groin and I quickened the pace again, furiously wiggling my fingers in my pussy and my thumb against my clit until my orgasm hit me in wave after wave of delicious pleasure that pulsed through my body.
Suddenly, my clit became too sensitive to touch and I slowly withdrew my fingers and slumped forward onto Dave's chest. His breathing was rhythmic and I knew he was asleep. His still semi hard cock plopped out of my pussy and I knew he had not come but I felt satisfied that I had. Not as satisfied as I COULD be, I thought wickedly to myself, but I quickly dispelled those thoughts as I got undressed and slipped between the covers and fell into a deep sleep.
The weekend passed quickly and before I knew it, I was walking into work on Monday morning. Two hours before that I was in the shower and thinking about what I should wear for work today.
Thick tights and granny pants was the right thing to do. That would send John a clear message that the line had been crossed and things should go no further.
What
actually
happened was that I reached for the shaver and carefully shaved my pussy lips totally clean, leaving only a "landing strip" of hair above my pussy. I convinced myself that I had done this many times before (mostly because Dave nagged me to do it!) so it was no big deal to do it now. And I
would
do it more often because I loved the smooth feeling and the fact it enhanced and heightened any touch to that area, but what put me off was the itchy feeling as the hair started to grow back.
At that moment, Dave came into the bathroom and saw me with my legs wide open and shaving my pussy lips. "Do you need a hand with that?" He asked with a mischievous grin on his face.
"No thanks, I am just having a tidy up. "You can sample it later if you are a good boy. But if I let you get involved right now then we will both be late for work and I certainly don't want to go to work with your cum dribbling down my legs!!"
"Oh go on!" cajoled Dave as he opened the shower door and pushed himself inside.
"No, I have already finished" I said as I put the shaver on the shelf.
Dave wasn't taking no for answer though. "OK well let me make sure you haven't missed a bit and help you wipe away the loose hairs" At that, his hand went between my legs and cupped my pussy.
"Mmmmm, it feels good" Dave breathed as he pressed his body against mine.
With his other hand, he took mine and placed it on his rapidly hardening cock as the water ran over our heads and the soap ran from my body to his, making the hand movements glide easily over silky skin.
I resigned myself to the fact that Dave was going nowhere, and also to the growing feelings in my groin where his fingers were slipping between the folds of my pussy and occasionally brushing my clit which had already grown in size since my ministrations with the shaver!
"OK, a little mutual masturbation never hurt" I said as I pumped my hand slowly up and down over his cock and down under his heavy balls and then back up to his cock again. "But no fucking!"
"You're the boss" said Dave, as he slid his hand back and forth across my pussy and back right underneath me, so he was kneading my ass cheeks with his fingers and his wrist and forearm was doing wonderful things rubbing against my pussy and clit. This made me lift my leg higher to allow him greater access and to expose myself totally.
Dave continued kneading my ass for a few seconds and then slowly dragged his hand back underneath me until his fingertips slowly traced the puckered opening to my ass. He slipped the tip of his middle finger into my ass and I gasped at the sensation. He slowly pushed deeper and deeper until the whole finger was buried in my ass and at the same time he brought his thumb up to rub my clit hard in circular movements that also transferred to the in out movement of his finger.
"OH God that feels so good" I breathed into his shoulder and my teeth bit into his flesh.
I returned the favour as I slipped my hand back under his balls and found the slippery opening to Dave's asshole. I forced my soapy finger in to the second knuckle and slowly moved it back and forth.
Dave groaned in pleasure but I knew that he wanted my hand on his cock and because I could only use one hand as the other gripped the side of the shower cubicle for balance, I slipped back to his hard cock and wanked him with a quick rhythm that I knew he could not withstand for long.
