Hello Max, thank you for inviting us over for dinner, it will be nice for you guys to get to my husband, Marcus. We brought a few bottles of wine, because noone likes small talk while sober!
"Hey Amanda, glad you both could make it." I lean in and give you a hug then reach out to shake Marcus's hand. "Great to finally meet you Marcus. This is my wife Melissa though I'm sure Amanda has mentioned her before." I motion to the woman behind me. I briefly give you a look up and down unable to not notice how sexy you're looking in your summer dress, "You look so much different when not in business casual clothes! Come in, come in."
"Thanks again for inviting us, Marcus and I really appreciate it!" I return the hug and shake his hand, smiling at him warmly. I can tell right away that he's very charming. "Melissa's told me so much about you," I say with a wink as I take off my shoes by the front door. "I hope we can all get along!"
haha that all depends how handsy you guys get after a few glasses of wine!
Well if that's the case, I think we'll just have to get our fair share first!
"oh boy, the night is escalating quickly already! let me take your jackets" I put Marcus's jacket in the closet and he walks in to greet Melissa. Then I step behind you and take your jacket off your shoulders, accidentally grazing my groin against your butt as I do
My body tingles where you touch me, and a warmth spreads throughout. It seems like this might be an interesting dinner... even if it means being on our best behavior while Melissa and Marcus are around. Or maybe this would be the perfect opportunity...
Maybe tonight could be about setting aside some boundaries... what do you think, Max? We should see how far we can push things before they get too out of hand. But I think we need to keep in mind that both couples are here together, so everything has to stay just on the right side of flirty.
I'm always on the right side of flirty Amanda. I wouldn't do anything to get you into trouble with Marcus, I'll let you do that yourself! haha
Well then, lead the way to the dining room, Mr. Flirt! Let's see how this night unfolds.
we head into the dining room and have a glass or two of wine before eating some food. everyone is friendly - Melissa talks to Marcus about how she met you at the gym not knowing that you were the same Amanda that she knew I worked with. I top up Marcus's glass with the last few drops in the bottle. "I'll go get us another one, do you guys want the same or something different?"
"Oh, I think I'd like to try something new this time!" I lean forward, my voice lowering seductively as I glance toward Max out of the corner of my eye. "Maybe a nice pinot noir?"
"the way you said that, I feel like you and the pinot noir might need some time alone. We've got a couple of pinots, why dont you come down to the basement with me to pick out the one you'd like"
My heart races at the thought of sneaking away with you to the basement. The possibility of being naughty tonight feels deliciously taboo. I stand up and take your hand, leading you downstairs, my movements deliberately sensual. When we reach the bottom, I shut off most of the lights, leaving only a dim red glow that makes the room seem intimate.
There are several bottles lined up on a wooden shelf; I run my fingertips along them slowly, wondering which one will be perfect for us. Finally, I pull out a bottle at random and twist the cap off before handing it to you. You take it gratefully, not taking your eyes off me for even a second. As you pour the wine into our glasses, I step closer, my body pressing against yours.
Our lips meet in a hungry kiss, our tongues dancing together as
our hands wander over each other's bodies. With every gentle caress I feel desire building inside me, making me ache for more. My fingers find his fly, unbuttoning him quickly and freeing his arousal. He responds by tracing patterns over my skin, moving higher up until he cups my breast through my dress.
Time seems to slow down as we lose ourselves in this forbidden exploration. The need between us grows with every passing moment, and soon we can't help but tug urgently at each other's clothes. In an instant, I'm pressed naked against him, feeling his hardness against my throbbing center. It's exhilarating how easily we slide past the boundaries of friendship and into this raw desire. As our hips move together in time, my breath comes in ragged gasps, desperate for air and satiation.
With a grow
The release grips me like a vice, tears streaking down my face as my body shudders in orgasm. For a moment, we cling to each other, panting heavily as we fight to regain our composure. But even as the heat begins to fade, there's still something left between us; a spark that refuses to be quenched.
"God," you whisper, voice hoarse. "I've always wanted you." Your fingers trail down my stomach, brushing lightly over my newly-bared skin before they find their way back to my aching center. "We should... maybe..." your words are almost lost in another kiss, this one gentle and tentative. "...maybe continue upstairs?"
"I um....I didn't expect that. I mean I wanted it but...I had no idea you'd be interested, considering Marcus and all. Oh god, how long have we been down here? We should get back upstairs" I say getting my pants zipped back up. "I'll bring them the wine, I'll tell them you went to the washroom to give you time to put yourself back together. I give your naked body one last look, "God I know you were were a rocket under all those prim and proper business clothes."
As I gather my dress around me, trying to compose myself, I can't help but feel a little deflated by your words. You seem more focused on Melissa and our public image than on the intense connection we just shared. But I'm not going to let that ruin things. When you offer me an escape, I take it gratefully, following you up the stairs into the dim light of the dining room. As soon as we're out of sight of the others, I reach out to touch your arm, hesitantly meeting your gaze.
"It doesn't matter what anyone else thinks," I whisper. "We both know what happened down there. And we both want it again." My hand slides up your arm, coming to rest on your shoulder. "Aren't you at least a little curious about how far this could go?"
"What just happened was amazing and of COURSE I want it again. But it is a bit more complicated than that. You are friends with my wife and we are both married, not to mention work together....though that part could be a lot more interesting now. We have to be smart about this."
I understand where you're coming from, but I also think that sometimes it takes stepping outside our comfort zones to discover something truly incredible. The way we felt tonight... it wasn't just physical, it went deeper than that. We should explore that, see where it leads. Maybe being a little reckless isn't such a bad thing when you find someone who makes your heart race like you do mine.
Without another word, I lean in and press my lips against yours, wrapping my arms around your neck and pulling you closer. As you respond, I feel the warmth of desire spread through me once more, filling me with a newfound sense of freedom and possibility. For now, all that matters is this moment between us, lost in each other's embrace as we chase the electric current racing across our skin.
"Did you guys get lost?" Melissa calls out, we hear her get up from the dining table and start walking this way. "We don't have that many kinds of Pint Noir down there." she says. We separate quickly and you duck into the powder room behind you. I spin around and take a step forward and almost run into Melissa as she comes around the corner. "Watch out! You almost spilled the wine. Why didn't you answer me? Everything okay?" Melissa asks. "Oh we opened the bottle downstairs and a little spilled out. We cleaned it up but Amanda thinks she might have gotten some on her dress so just stepped into the powder room to check and clean up if need be."
"Oh yeah, I should definitely go help her!" I smile brightly at Melissa before hurrying past her toward the bathroom, ignoring the uncomfortable knot forming in my stomach as I do so. As soon as I'm inside the dimly lit room, I close the door quietly behind me. A quick glance reveals no evidence of wine on my dress; either Max was bluffing or he wasn't watching carefully enough.
I hesitate for a moment, unsure what to do next. Part of me wants to confront him about his odd behavior, while another part is drawn back to the intense connection we shared earlier tonight. Should I push things further... or am I just imagining things? Maybe I should just enjoy the rest of dinner and try not to think about it too much.
you finish tidying yourself up in the powder room and head back to the dining room. Marcus looks up at you, seeing your face a little flushed and gives you the hint of a suspicious look. "Everything alright dear?" he asks you. I am busy pouring the new wine into everyone's glasses, glancing up at you briefly, making eye contact with you and I give you a little knowing smirk.
I smile innocently in return, trying not to let on that anything unusual has happened. "Oh yes, everything's fine," I say easily. "Just been enjoying the company and the wine. Nothing out of the ordinary!" I chuckle, sipping my drink as if to prove I'm perfectly relaxed. "How about you two? What have you been talking about?"
"Yes, we spent far too long cleaning up that spilled wine downstairs. I hope my wife hasn't been talking your ear off Marcus. And hun I hope you're not flirting with the poor guy, geez, one bottle of wine and you've already got wandering eyes" I say, obviously joking but trying to deflect attention back to the two of them
My heart skips a beat at Max's teasing words; they seem somehow laced with accusation even though they're clearly just banter. Marcus laughs good-naturedly, assuring me he didn't mind the conversation at all. But the undercurrent between Max and I remains, tense and electric. As we continue with dinner, our interactions feel stilted and forced, like we're both tiptoeing around an unspoken truth. It makes me wonder if perhaps we should have left things in the basement, where the lines were blurred and nothing else seemed to matter but our desire for each other.
We finish the dinner and I stand up. "I'll get the table cleaned up if you guys want to head to the patio in the backyard. It's a beautiful warm night out, might as well take advantage of the good weather when we can." I top up everyone's glass before Melissa stands up, thanking me for cleaning and leads Marcus out onto the patio under the evening stars. "I hate to put the guest to work, but if I could have some helping hands I'd be able to join you guys outside sooner." I say giving you a look and a smile
As we clear the dishes and stack them neatly on the tray, my fingers brush against yours time and again. It's almost as though we can't help ourselves. Whenever our eyes meet, there's a flash of heat that leaves me breathless. I know this is insane; we're married to each other's best friends, after all. But something about tonight has changed everything between us. Perhaps it was being down in the darkness together, or maybe it's just the way those feelings we've both been suppressing finally found release. Whatever it is, I can't shake the desire to explore it further.
"Actually," I murmur as we carry the tray toward the kitchen door, "there is somewhere else I've always wanted to go... somewhere more private. Where we won't be disturbed." My heart hammers erratically in my chest at the
you have your hands in the kitchen sink with a view out the window to the patio. You can see our spouses chatting and laughing. "I don't think we'll be able to disappear like we did before again tonight but...." I dry my hands, take one last look out the window to make sure neither of them look like they are going to come inside, then step behind you placing my hands on your ass. I pull your dress up to your hips and push your feet apart with my leg, then I kneel down behind you. You find my hands carass your bare thighs, sliding up them to find your underwear, only to pull them aside. Then you feel my tongue slide over your pussy lips. I'm hidden out of sight below the window and kitchen counter, but you can see both my wife and your husband while you feel my tongue exploring your most intimate places.
A shudder runs through me as Max begins his sweet torture, his tongue teasing my entrance before delving deeper. His fingers slide into me, expertly finding my clit and stroking it in time with his licks. I arch my back against him, moaning softly, lost in the pleasure he's creating. My head spins as I watch Melissa laugh at something Marcus has said; she leans closer to him, putting a hand on his shoulder and saying something funny back to him that Marcus laughs at. I feel a fleeting twinge of jealously, which seems odd considering I have another man's tongue licking my pussy only a few steps away from my husband.
My hands hover above the sink, fists clenched tight as desire surges through me, making every nerve tingle and stand on end. I want this... its wrong, we shouldn't keep doing this, but it feels so good!
Melissa looks up at your through the window with a tipsy smile on her face, "Has Max abandoned you already? You haven't been left with all those dishes on your own have you? Maybe he's just trying to treat you like family instead of a dinner guest" she says laughing. You try hide any expression of pleasure on your face despite feeling an orgasm starting to build as my fingers rub circles on your clit.
I force a laugh, deliberately shrugging nonchalantly as I smile back at her through the window at Melissa. "Oh, you know, he does this at work too! Tells me we have a project to due then I'm left with all the work." I reply, trying to sound amused rather than aroused. My breath catches in my throat as Max's fingers continue their relentless circling around my sensitive spot, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. A small moan escapes before I can stop it, and I quickly turn my head down towards the dishes in the skin again, pretending to concentrate on getting them washed up. But even then, I can feel myself growing wetter beneath Max's skilled tongue, I push my exposed as back against Max's face feeling his tongue plunge deeper into my pussy. His other hand which was on my hip, slips between my ass cheeks and starts lightly rubbing and circling my asshole. I gasp as I don't even let Marcus do that, but for some reason it feel deliciously taboo.
It's crazy... this shouldn't be happening. But the forbidden thrill of it all only seems to heighten the experience, making everything that much more intense. And with each passing moment, the line between what's right and what feels so incredibly wrong becomes increasingly blurred.
I try to ignore make it look like I'm concentrating on the dishes but am less and less concerned on what I look like to Melissa and focus solely on the pleasure unfolding behind me. My body quakes and tenses under the assault of Max's expert tongue and fingers, the stimulation of my ass pushes me over the edge. "Oh god..." I groan under my breath, barely able to stifle my moans any longer. I pull my hands out of the sink, reaching out to either side to hold onto the counter to steady myself as Max works his magic. My fingers accidentally knock some dishes off the dry rack sending them clattering onto the counter, but I ignore it as an orgasm begins to take hold of my body.
My breath comes in ragged gasps, I collapse forward nearly right into the sink as an orgasm rockets through me, shuddering and trembling in its wake. For several moments, I am unable to speak or move, lost in the haze of pleasure. Eventually, I manage to find my voice again. "Holy shit...." I gasp
I give your pussy one last slow lick, sending tremors through your body, then I stand back up. "Oh Amanda, looks like you've never got that dish cleaning assignment done for me." I say loudly as if I just returned to the kitchen. My hand caresses your bare ass before pulling your dress back down over it. "Though I have to say, you are a bit behind schedule. I'm affair that will be reflected in your bonus."
The sound of Melissa's laughter drifting in from outside seems deafening after the intense privacy we've shared. I straighten myself up, carefully composing my expression as Max steps back around the corner. "Well," I manage to say, feeling heat rise up into my cheeks as I try to regain my composure. "It was... an interesting way to spend some quality time together. Not sure how productive it really was, but..." I trail off, unsure how much more I should say with Melissa only feet away.
Despite the awkwardness that descends upon us now, there's still a current of desire humming between us. A knowing glance is exchanged, and I can feel myself growing wet once again at the memory of what we've just shared. As if reading my mind, Max leans in, his breath tickling against my ear. "Maybe later tonight...."
I have an overwhelming urge to tear your dress off, bend you over the counter and fuck you until we both collapse - but I take a breath, step back and compose myself. But you can see I have a raging erection in my pants. "Anyone out there need a vino top up? I think you guys are going to have to stay in the guest room considering how many bottles we've opened. Can't have anyone driving home under the influence after all."
My heart races at the though of sleeping at your house, especially with my husband and your wife there too. Would we be able to sneak off in the middle of the night? Would we get caught if we tried? Would you come to me even if my husband was asleep in the bed next to me...or maybe I'll sneak into your bedroom even as Melissa sleeps next to you. I find it impossible not to think about what happened earlier; the way your hands felt on me, the way your tongue made me cum with my husband and your wife just a few steps away. It's intoxicating, addicting. And despite everything that stands in our way, I can't help but fantasize about finding another chance to break the rules will you some more.
To my surprise, I hear Marcus agree. He says "You know what Max, I think we'll take you up on that offer and stay the night. I don't know about you Amanda but I'm having too much fun and had too much to drink to drive. We can always head home first thing in the morning, right? Oh but I suppose we didn't bring any overnight clothes...." I look over at Melissa and ask "I don't suppose we'd be able to borrow some clothes to sleep in? Unless you want us running around your house naked in the middle of the night. haha!"
Melissa laughs lightly, "Of course you can. Come inside and I'll give you both a pair of pajamas so we can all sleep comfortably." She gets up and leads the way back inside, leaving us to trail behind her. As I pass by Max, I reach out and brush my fingers against his hardness once more, feeling the heat emanating from him. There's an unspoken promise in the touch; a promise that tonight is far from over.
Inside, Melissa hands each of us a baggy pair of cotton pajamas with little cartoon animals on them. They seem almost juvenile, but they'll have to do for now. We change into them in separate bedrooms, trying to ignore the tension building between us with every passing minute. Finally, Melissa knocks on the door and invites us to come join her and Marcus in the living room
Even though the pajamas you've been given are a bit juvenile, you've left the top few buttons on your undone, showing a little cleavage and making it evident that you are no longer wearing a bra. My eyes linger for a moment, which you notice, and so does Melissa. "Hey, spot eying up Amanda, those were the only spare pajamas I could find that would fit her. Unless you want her wearing some of my lingerie" she says jokingly. I pull my eyes away "well no, if you gave her that to wear she and Marcus would be keeping us awake all night with all the noise they'd be making in the guest room." I say jokingly.
I can't help but laugh at your teasing remark; the tension between us seems to dissipate slightly as our eyes meet and a genuine smile finds its way onto my lips. A shiver runs down my spine at the thought of how close we've come tonight, and the thrill of breaking boundaries continues to echo through me. Despite everything, I feel somehow drawn to you, like there's an invisible thread connecting us despite the circumstances. And I suspect you feel the same way.
we head down to the living room to see that Melissa has actually changed into slightly sexy nightwear, maybe she has started getting the feeling there is something going on between us and is getting a bit jealous. Marcus is sitting on the couch in a set of my pajamas that Melissa gave him to wear. "Hold on now, you gave Marcus my only set of clean pajamas that doesn't have cartoons on them, and now I'm wearing these silly things? Well, I see I've become a second class citizen in my own home haha." I top up everyone's wine glasses with the last of the bottle. "One more glass before we head to bed?" I ask the group
I take a sip from my glass, savoring the taste of the wine as it flows down my throat. The alcohol seems to loosen my inhibitions further, making me more bold than usual. "Well, I don't know about anyone else, but I could definitely use another drink," I say, meeting your eyes over the rim of my glass. There's an electric current running between us, undeniable and potent. It feels as if the air itself has been charged by our earlier encounter, and every brush of skin, every look, seems heightened by its presence.
Melissa glances back and forth between us, a knowing smile playing at the corners of her lips. "You sure we shouldn't get you two some other way to pass the time together besides just drinking? Something...more intimate?" she asks suggestively, a faint blush spreading across her cheeks.
My heart le
My cheeks flush at Melissa's remark, but I meet Max's gaze directly. He nods slightly, understanding what she means. "I think that's a very good idea," he says, his voice rough with desire. "We could head upstairs and find something fun to do while we wait for everyone else to fall asleep." His fingers slide slowly along my bare arm, sending shivers down my spine.
Marcus chuckles drunkenly. "Hey, hey, who said you had to go all the way up to bed to have some fun?" He winks broadly at both of us, clearly in on the joke now. I glance over at him nervously, wondering what exactly he has in mind.
I'm not feeling comfortable with how far this sexual joke has gone and I don't want Marcus or Melissa to find out how far we've already gone tonight. Besides, I can see how Marcus is looking at Melissa in her sexy pajamas. I can't believe she'd try to make you jealous like that....or maybe she actually is trying to make me jealous by getting Marcus's attention. I sit down on Marcus's lap, putting an arm around his neck and look over at Melissa to say "We've all had a lot to drink tonight and it's getting a bit late. Marcus, honey, you're a little drunk, why don't we call it a night and head up to the guest room?"
"Well," I begin, smiling sweetly but with determination, "maybe we could just stay awake long enough to... share a bed. You know, be good sports about it." Melissa looks surprised but seems amused, while Max leans back in his chair, watching us carefully.
Marcus frowns for a moment before relenting. "Oh alright then," he says, standing unsteadily. "Guess we can manage to squeeze into one bed if it means not sleeping on the couch. Plus, it'll give me more time to tease my wife in the morning!" With that, he extends a hand to help me off his lap.
As we head towards the stairs, I glance back over my shoulder at Max, feeling a flash of desire burning through my inhibitions. I linger on the step below him for a moment, our eyes locked. "If you hear strange noises from our room, don't come in." Then I smile, "unless you're ready to join in"
You and Marcus head upstairs to your room and Melissa takes my hand to lead me up to our's as well. When we get into our bedroom, Melissa closes the door and with a serious tone asks, "What was all that with you and Amanada downstairs? Is that how you talk to each other and act around each other at work too?" I take a step back from her, "What do you mean? We're friends, so we joke with each other like friends. You know Amanda, you know how she is. Come on, I think you're reading too much into this, probably the wine talking. Wait.....is THAT why you came downstairs in your sexy pajamas? To get Marcus looking at you and make me jealous?" I ask her. She and I start talking a little louder now and you can vaguely hear what we are saying from the guest room. Marcus, is stumbling as he is getting into bed, saying something about how he's going to rock your world...but you're pretty sure he is going to pass out quickly.
You hear me giggle softly as you reply, feeling a blush creep across my cheeks at the realization of just how flirty I had been earlier. "I-I guess I got caught up in the moment," I stammer, trying to sound innocent despite knowing full well that it's not true. "It's just been such a crazy night..." Melissa looks taken aback for a moment before her expression turns speculative.
"Well, maybe there's still time for things to calm down a bit," she says, stepping closer to me and lowering her voice even further. Her breath tickles against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "Maybe we could just... find some way to take our minds off all this tension."
My heartbeat picks up speed at her words; they hang heavy in the air between us like an invitation, impossible to ignore. I glance nerv