Amy stared at the reflection in the mirror hardly recognising the image before her. She was wearing the dress again. Her hair brushed back off her shoulders. She'd put barely any make-up on getting ready. Her cheeks held a natural flush while her eyes sparkled with a combination of excitement and lust and a hint of nervousness. Layla had said that Mark's brother Simon and his wife Roo were coming for dinner. She had not met the couple before since they worked somewhere down south for a private security company and rarely had time to come home for a visit.
She adjusted the dress over her breasts, moaning softly as the material scraped across her sensitive nipples. How she would love to have Layla feasting on those tits right now instead of getting ready to eat dinner with a couple she did not know. She knew she should get to know them, since they were Mark's family, but all she wanted was to be licked and sucked and fucked by Layla. Her eyes drifted close as she remembered the night before. The things Layla had done to her and she had done to Layla.
Her pulse throbbed heavily between her thighs, at that secret, sensitive place Layla had explored so thoroughly with the mouth and fingers. Muscles clenched as she felt a familiar dampness around her pussy. How was she going to survive a family dinner feeling like this? she wondered, giving her tit one last stroke before turning away and heading downstairs.
She entered the dining room to find Simon pouring wine into the glasses set out. He was an older version of Mark, she realised. His brown hair just starting to show hints of grey at the temples. He was more muscular than Mark, although not much. His arms straining the sleeves of the t-shirt he wore. The very tight t-shirt that hinted at sculptured abs as he moved around the room. The dampness between her thighs increased as she thought of licking those abs one at a time. As he came around the table she noticed that the faded denim was also a snug fit. The crotch revealing a promising looking bulge behind the zipper.
"You must be Amy," he said when he saw her enter the room, a wide smile on his face. "I'm Simon, Mark's older brother and this is my wife, Roo." He held a hand out to the tall blond stood by the fireplace.
When Amy had seen Simon dressed so casually she had wondered why Layla had told her to wear the dress when it seemed as though it was going to be a relaxed affair. Then she saw Roo and a part of her relaxed when she saw that she wasn't dressed so informally. The rest of her tensed up as lust flooded through her body.
The tall, statuesque blonde wore a black leather bustier dress that was fastened so tightly around her chest that her breasts threatened to spill over the top of it. The black leather bodice was perfect for her slightly muscular build, her toned forearms appearing even more powerful against the top. Amy wondered how it would feel to be held down by that strength as she fucked her.
The skirt of the dress was made of panels of black lace that overlaid each other to provide modesty when still but moved apart as she strode across the room to join Simon. Amy felt her pulse jerk up another gear as she saw the muscular thighs revealed with every step. Would those thighs grip her tight while Amy licked her pussy? Would they squeeze her as she came from Amy's mouth on her clit?
Noting the couple looking at her with a strange, knowing look in their eyes shook Amy out of her lust induced haze. She plastered what she hoped was a placid, welcoming smile on her face and stepped further into the room. Her thighs rubbed together, the skin slick with her juices that wept from her hungry pussy. Perhaps wearing panties would have been a good idea, she thought, as she stopped before them, sure they could see the puddle that was bound to be forming at her feet.
"It's a pleasure to meet you both," she said, relieved her voice revealed none of her internal torment. "Mark's spoke of you often."
"Nothing too bad, I hope," Simon joked, his eyes dancing with amusement as he looked her over. Amy felt he lingered more than he should at the breasts before moving down the length of the dress.
"No, all good," she replied, trying not to move under his stare. Her skin tingled, nerves urging her to shed her dress so he could have a proper look at her body before letting him fondle and suck her aching tits.
"I love your dress, Amy. Is it one Layla picked out? She has such good taste in clothes."
Amy followed Roo's hand as it stroked down her own dress, lingering over the swell of her breasts. She wondered what would happen if she untied the ties of the bodice, peeled the leather back to free those lush tits. Goodness, what was wrong with her? She was acting like a bitch in heat, desperate for someone to fuck her. She should stop it. She was a married woman. Married to Simon's brother and Layla's son. Layla, who had feasted on her tits and licked and sucked on her pussy until she had screamed out her name, begging to let her come. She should flee from this house and run to Mark and the normality he represented, even if their sex life was boring and routine. She should ...
"Yes, she gave it to me yesterday. I love it." Her smile widened as she twirled in front of them, knowing that her movements would give them a quick glimpse of her unfettered, aroused nipples.
"Let's sit and eat before all of this gets cold," Layla announced as she walked in carrying a platter of seasoned steaks. "There are plenty of vegetables in the dishes so help yourselves."
Dinner was a strangely routine affair that did nothing to ease the ache burning within Amy. It did not help that Simon, who sat beside her, seemed to always brush against her whenever he moved. His hand would skim her breast as he reached for something. His smile apologetic while his eyes were anything but.
Roo sat across from her, her eyes travelling from Amy's mouth to her tits then back to her mouth where she would lick her own lips before having more of her meal. Amy could see Layla watching them, a mysterious smile ghosting across her face whenever Simon touched her or Roo licked her lips. Was she enjoying watching her son and daughter-in-law act this way? Did she not care that they were mentally stripping the woman she had had in her bed the night before?
Amy did not understand what was happening around that table. Nor did she want it to stop. Her body loved the attention it was receiving. Her pussy throbbed and wept with each brush of Simon's body. Amy feared she would leave a damp patch on the chair when she stood, so wet was she.
"Let's continue in the lounge, shall we?" Layla suggested once they had all finished eating. "Simon, be a dear and help me clear the table, will you?"
