This is my first attempt at erotic literature. I've enjoyed reading a lot of Literotica stories over the years and thought I would like to give something back. I appreciate any feedback at all, good or back.
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My wife hasn't liked you since you and your husband moved round here. She likes Geoff well enough, but call it women's intuition, she had you marked down as a bit of a slut. Typical man I was oblivious. Certainly I could see you were a good looking woman, damned sexy to be blunt. Which is why I was surprised when she insisted we accept the invitation to your drinks party on Saturday night. Little did I realise the depth of depravity you had in mind for us both...
We turn up at 8 on the dot. Sally was never one for fashionably late. She really has pulled out the stops tonight though. Her long dark brown hair is done perfectly and cascades across her shoulders. She has just enough make up to emphasise the green of her eyes and the shade of red lipstick is seductive but not quite vamp.
The day has been hot and the evening is still warm so a light pale yellow summer dress with thin straps and some stiletto pumps are in order. Her slender frame means she can easily go without a bra. Sally looks stunning and it's all I can do not to drag her the three doors home and ravish her. A dark suspicious part of my mind wonders when she made such an effort.
As we enter there are a lot of people already there. Mostly men I notice and mostly unfamiliar. All eyes turn to Sally and I realise I'm not the only one to think she looks good enough to eat.
The perfect hostess, you appear almost from nowhere and beam a sexy welcome. I drag my jealous eyes away from all the men appraising my wife and smile back. You too have made an effort. Your red hair, cut short in a bob is glossy and perfect. Your large brown eyes are darkened with kohl, they have an extra smoky, seductive quality and you have gone for a total siren shade of red lipstick. My eyes wander lower at the rather blatant exposure of cleavage. It looks like you have gone without a bra too. You're quite a lot heavier than my wife and I find I'm staring.
Sally asks where she can get a drink. There is a tension in her voice as she follows my line of sight. I remember myself and look back at your face. There is a hint of a smile and a naughty glint in your eye. Your turn your attention to Sally, link arms and lead us both to the bar area. I get a bottled beer and Sally decides to try the bowl of rum punch.
The evening progresses slowly. We find a couple we know and chit chat for a while. Music has been playing the whole time and a few other couples are dancing together in a small cramped area of cleared floor. I'm not much of a dancer but I really am getting quite bored. Sally has had too much of the punch and is slurring slightly. You come over grab my arm and drag me up to dance. I don't really want to but go along. You time it well, the slowies start and you pull me in close. I can't believe how incredibly good you smell. The press of bodies obscures Sally's view of us but also my view of her. I ask where Geoff is.
"I haven't seen him all night." You tell me, "he's around, he's very popular with the ladies and they take a lot of his attention."
I'm slightly puzzled by that. I never really considered him that good looking. He looks in shape, but that's all. I feel you deliberately rub yourself tight against me. I can't hide my growing hard on against your belly. Guiltily I glance round to see if we can be seen. There are too many people around.
"Don't worry lover, Sally isn't going to be paying us any attention at all", you whisper in my ear.
I ask about all the men I don't recognise, "Are they from work?"
You snigger, "Not exactly, they are part of Geoff's club" you tell me. Something about the way you say club makes it sound euphemistic. My puzzlement deepens and I wonder if I should worry.
The music dies and I make my excuses to pop to the loo. When I get back I notice all the local couples I know have gone. All that remain are you and five men, sitting together talking casually. One looks my way and mutters something with a smirk. You look up and come over, beaming that sexy smile again. You slip your arm around my waist and introduce me to the men. I'm not really listening, I'm quite drunk and besides where is Sally?
In mock surprise you place your hand over your mouth. "I don't know, I wonder where my husband can be! I've not seen either for a little while. Shall we go and look together?"
You take my hand, sing the opportunity stroke my palm with your thumb which excites me far more than I would have though it should and lead me from the room. Along a short corridor we approach the next room quietly. The door is ajar and the only light is from the corridor.
There is muttering coming from inside but I can't quite make out what is being said. Then I hear the unmistakable voice of Sally say, "No Geoff!". But it is followed by her giggle.
You put your immaculately manicured finger to my lips to hush me, then playfully insert your finger in my mouth. For the briefest of moments I find myself sucking on your finger as a thrill courses through my loins. We creep closer.
Through the gap in the door I can clearly see both Sally and Geoff snuggled close on a two seater. Heads together Geoff has one arm round her shoulder the other hand is under the hem of her dress on the outer thigh. I notice Sally has her legs tight together. They are deep in conversation. From behind me you slip your hand over my groin and grasp my hardening penis. You have manipulated me to a state of arousal and I'm lost to your touch. I have no resistance to offer.
You whisper next to my ear, "Not long now lover, the punch is working its magic. They can't resist Geoff for long after they drink as much as she has." A tinkle of laughter, light but almost mocking
