Marla was always shy from the day I met her. But that didn't mean she wasn't prone to her wild streaks. She was. But 99% of the time she was a "good girl" who cringed at foul language and other disgusting habits. Yet, in bed after a little wine or a few cocktails, she could be an animal, mouthing the dirtiest sexual talk you've ever heard on late-night cable. Or the Internet. Which always intrigued me about her. Where did it come from? It couldn't just be the "booze" talking. I always felt deep down she was a sexual animal who fought to repress it and did a good job at it.
My only hope was to be there when those animal urges did emerge. I wasn't. But she told me about it later and spared no detail as I believe the telling of it got her excited again and it was a feeling from which she didn't want to let go.
Greg and Katherine, our neighbors across the street, were nice enough, about ten years older than us which put them in their late 40's. But they had a knack of letting you know you didn't make as much money as they did. The cars were nicer. The Christmas decorations were nicer. And they were always coming over to ask us to get their mail when they went on vacation to some exotic location. Why not call the post office? Katherine always intrigued me, though. She wasn't drop-dead gorgeous, but had a sexiness about her that made you want to watch her, whatever she was doing. She was blonde, tan and a bit overweight but with a great set of tits and a plump ass. She seemed to always be coming and going in workout clothes but never dropped a pound as far as I could tell. Greg was tan and fit and, I must admit, looked pretty good for a guy in his late 40's.
Secretly, I think Marla was jealous of Katherine and the life of privilege she led. She and her husband Greg seemed not to have a care in the world. So when Katherine dropped by one day to invite Marla to a party they were throwing that weekend, Marla was extremely excited. She talked about it over the next few days and how she thought this might be her "in" with Katherine and her rich, snobby friends. Why she wanted to get into that, I couldn't fathom, maybe it was a woman thing? "So the invite wasn't for me also?" I teasingly asked. "No. She didn't say, so I think it's just a girls' night," Marla casually replied. I suspected she really didn't know, either. I didn't care myself and had no inclination to press for an invite for myself.
The night before the party Marla modeled her outfit for me. Marla is one sexy woman: about 5'7" with beautiful creamy skin and long, cascading ringlets of dark hair that reach just below her shoulders. Her deep brown eyes sparkle. She was wearing a cute black dress with a plunging neckline that showed off her stunning chest: 36DD breasts with the tightest nipples you ever saw. Her ass had just enough curve on it to make it interesting. She had on black high heels and no nylons. "Baby, I could eat you up right now," I told her. "No, no, no," she said. "You'll wrinkle the dress."
"Then take it off."
"OK."
With that she lifted the dress over her head revealing her bare chest and black thong panties. I wasted no time, jumped out of my own clothes and wrestled her to the bed. We made our usual love. By that I mean we kissed, I sucked her nipples, she sucked my cock and then we fucked in a couple different positions before we both came in close proximity to each other's orgasms. That's what we do more often than not. Maybe someday it would change.
Party Night
Marla didn't stop talking all day about the party at Katherine's that night. I was kind of glad when the time finally arrived for her to start dressing and head across the street.
"What are you going to do with yourself tonight?" she asked me.
"Drink beer and watch football. Sure you don't want to stay?" She gave me a look and went on primping.
The phone rang and Marla answered it. I sensed it must be Katherine from the side of the conversation I was able to hear. Marla just nodded and didn't say much before hanging up and turning to me with a surprised look on her face. "Katherine wants me to come over a bit early and help set up."
"So?"
"Well, I wanted more time to get ready. Oh, well."
Marla was pretty much dressed and made-up so I don't know what the issue was, other than it was a "woman" thing. She grabbed a coat and purse and headed downstairs.
She called back to me. "See you soon!"
"Have fun and don't drink too much!" I yelled back.
That was the last I saw of Marla until she stumbled in at 4 A.M. wearing part of an outfit I had never seen before. She looked incredibly used. I recognized the high heels but she had on fishnet stockings and some kind of silky outfit, a short revealing black and white dress of some sort that was pretty torn up. I couldn't believe it but she seemed covered in cum. Her hair, chest, legs, the dress all had some. As I looked closer the dress was wet and kind of reeked, frankly.
"Can I lie down?" she slurred.
I helped her off the floor and to the couch in the TV room, which was the nearest place of comfort. My mind was trying to sort through the range of possibilities this scene and these circumstances presented. I couldn't come up with anything that seemed remotely plausible.
"Marla? Marla, what happened?" Her eyes were closed but she was smiling. Up close I could see the dried cum caking her breasts and, if not mistaken, the dress was drenched in piss.
"Just let me be...for a...minute, moment..." Her voice trailed off and she was asleep. I grabbed a blanket and threw it over her and let her be. I thought of going across the street to see what was up but decided against it. I was at a loss with no idea how to handle the situation. Whenever I come up against a problem I don't have the first clue in solving I always figure the best thing is to do nothing -- for the moment. So I got comfortable in the recliner next to her and decided I would get the story in the morning and then take it from there.
Morning
Marla slept until noon before finally rousing up and wondering where she was and what she was wearing? And why it was damp?
I watched her as the lights started to come on in her mind and the details began to unfold for her. She started crying and saying how sorry she was. I just moved next to her on the couch and held her tightly and told her everything would be OK. She could tell me what happened when she was ready. She said she wanted to shower first and then she would tell me everything. So I waited downstairs for her to return.
When she did, and when she was done telling me, I couldn't believe the events that unfolded or how they would changes our lives forever.
Marla said she arrived at Greg and Katherine's door shortly after Katherine's call. Katherine answered wearing a dress that apparently put Marla's to shame: black and silky, low cut showing her ample cleavage, those tanned, freckled boobs I loved to ogle during the Summer months when she would work in the yard and we would have the chance to meet and talk. No stockings but high heels. Even Marla said she was taken aback at how stunning Katherine looked.
"Thanks for coming early, darling," Katherine said, turning and walking back into the house. Marla watched her a moment then walked in, closing the door behind her and followed Katherine, eventually into the kitchen. There, Katherine whirled and faced Marla ... and made a slight grimace.
"That outfit just won't work, Marla."
Marla looked at herself. "Why not? I thought I looked pretty good in it."
"Well, you do. But I don't want you to spill anything on it and besides," here Katherine paused for just a moment. "Well, you look like one of the guests and not the help." Katherine kept staring at Marla waiting for the recognition of why exactly she was invited to the party. It came quickly.
"You want me to ... serve?"
