Story 2 #2
However, whenever she had got her hands on him, tearing his clothes off, pushing her body up against him, he had found that he soon stopped wondering about such things, and just got on with enjoying the moment instead.
He had also noticed that she seemed to get on with her boss particularly well.
She kept talking about him - a man named Pete - and he had even joked with her about it.
There had been a couple of moments early on when he had wondered if he should be jealous about this - a man named Pete, who seemed to have captured her interest.
But he quickly told himself not to be so ridiculous, that it was clearly nothing more than a good working relationship that she was enjoying.
In his mind, he could imagine Pete. Some old man with a paunch and no hair, ruddy-faced and jolly. Whoever he was, Mark was sure that he was nothing to worry about.
And that had been how things had gone for them - she’d been enjoying her work, and he’d been enjoying the good mood that it seemed to put her in.
Now, however, he was being forced to go to this dinner. He would say that they were being forced to go to this dinner, but Laura seemed excited about the whole thing.
“I can’t wait for you to meet Pete,” she’d said to him, excitedly, “I just know that you guys are going to hit it off.”
He’d just grunted at that. He wasn’t nearly as excited as she was about this meeting he was going to have with the famous Pete that he had been hearing so much about.
They heard a car horn outside, and that was the signal that the cab was waiting for them and it was time to go.
They got in the back of the car and sat close to one another. He could feel her leg against his, and he thought about how good her legs looked in that dress.
He couldn’t help himself - he reached over and put one hand on her thigh, stroking it as the cab made its way through the traffic.
He felt her pushing against him, felt one of her breasts pushing at his body, and he felt a stirring in his pants.
A part of him wanted her to reach across and touch it, stroke it, give him some relief, but he also knew that there wasn’t really a whole lot that they could realistically do while they were in this car.
The driver was sure to notice if they started getting down to some real fun in the back and, while he did find something strangely erotic at the idea of the driver watching him having fun with his wife in the back of his cab,
he knew that the more likely scenario was that the driver would pull over and order them to get out of his cab.
And even if he didn’t - they could hardly turn up to dinner in some kind of post-coital state, could they?
No, he told himself, he was just going to have to wait till later for the satisfaction that he was craving. He told himself that it would be more than worth it when it finally happened, anyway.
He was already imagining her slinky body slipping out of that dress, revealing itself to him. He knew that she was grateful to him for coming to this dinner, and he had already started to come up with a few ideas for how she could thank him for doing this for her.
At last, the car pulled up at the house. All of his fantasies about having fun with his wife were going to have to be put on hold for a while now. It was time for him to put on his game face and give a good performance to his wife's boss.
They got out of the car and looked up at the large house.
“Very nice,” he murmured. There was no denying that this was an extremely impressive home.
“Come on,” Laura said. She slipped her arm through his, linking them together, and walked him up the path.
She knocked on the door.
The man who answered was not what Mark had imagined at all.
At first, he wondered if this was some kind of butler or servant that they might have hired for the night.
He couldn’t quite believe that this man was Laura’s boss.
However, when the man introduced himself as Pete, there was no denying it.
This was Laura’s boss - and suddenly Mark thought that he had a better understanding of just why his wife was enjoying her work so much.
He looked as though he was about forty years old. He had an athletic build - not as toned as Mark, but still well-built. He had handsome, chiseled, features, sparkling, green, eyes, and black hair, with just a few specks of silver around the temples.
He shook Mark's hand warmly and gave Laura a hug.
“Come in, come in,” he said, “we’ve been expecting you.”
They walked through to the open-plan kitchen and dining area. There were delicious smells of food in here, and Mark breathed in deeply.
Then, he caught sight of Pete’s wife, and his breath caught in his throat. He did his best not to stare, but this woman was beautiful.
She was quite petite - shorter than Laura - and she had dark brown hair that came down to her shoulders.
She had big, hazel, eyes that seemed to simultaneously have a look of innocence while also a certain something that seemed to promise something naughty lay beneath.
She had an oval face, a small nose, and heart-shaped lips. She had light, almost pale, skin.
She had a good figure - slim, with a sensual curve to her hips - but the most impressive thing about her, the thing that caught Mark’s eye even as he did his best not to stare, was her very large breasts. They looked full and round, with her red dress clinging to them.
She smiled at them both as they walked in.
“Hi there,” she said, “this must be Laura and Mark! My name is Holly, it’s so good to meet you both!”
She came over and gave them both an enthusiastic hug.
She smelt good, and Mark breathed in her perfume, even as her amazing breasts pushed up against him. He hugged her back. He found that he didn’t want to let her go. But, then she stepped away from him.
“Dinner is just about ready, so if you’d all like to take a seat I’ll just get it all plated up and ready for you.”
They did as instructed. Pete pulled out a chair for Laura, and then he sat next to her.
Mark noticed just how close he was sitting to her, but before he could get jealous, or think about it too much, Holly started to bring the food over.
“Here you go,” she said, putting a plate down in front of him.
As she bent down, he could see right down the front of her dress. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and he got an eyeful of her breasts. For just a moment, he thought that he caught a glimpse of a nipple, and it left him wanting more - so much more.
Then, she was sitting down next to him.
He looked over at Laura, who was already deep in conversation with Pete.
Then, he felt a hand on his knee. He turned to Holly.
“Oh, don’t you worry about those two,” she said to him in a conspiratorial whisper, “I’m going to look after you now, so you don’t need to worry about them at all.”
He turned to look at her, unsure what she meant by this. She was smiling a dazzling smile at him, and he couldn’t help but smile back.
They started to eat their food.
Whenever he glanced over at Laura and Pete, they seemed to be closer than ever. At one point, Pete leaned in close to say something to her, and Mark was sure that he had reached down to touch her knee as he did so.
He thought about how good it had felt in the car when he had touched her like that. It occurred to him that he couldn’t really blame Pete.
But, then he felt a leg brushing against his. He turned to Holly.
“Come on,” she said, “let them get on with whatever they’re doing. I want you all to myself.”
“What do you mean?” he asked her, still not really sure what was going on.
Holly turned to Pete.
“Shall we move things over to the couches?” she asked him, “We can leave the washing up for some other time. I think that it’s time we explained things to our guests, don’t you?”
“You’re moving fast,” Pete said with a wry smile.
“Well, what do you want me to say? I don’t like to waste any time.”
Pete got to his feet and took Laura’s hand. Now, Laura looked slightly confused. Whatever was going on here, Mark didn’t think that Laura was completely caught up with what it was.
But before he could think about that too much, Holly got to her feet and held out her hand to him. He took it - unsure what else he could really do in this situation - and she led him over to a couch opposite the couch where Pete and Laura were now sitting.
They all faced one another, sitting on opposite couches.
“You know,” Holly began, “my husband told me all about this new woman he had working with him. And I must admit that I found myself getting ever so slightly jealous.”
“Oh,” Laura said, “no, there’s no need-”
But Holly looked at her intensely, with a little smile, and Laura stopped talking.
“He told me how beautiful you were. And I was jealous. Because, I thought to myself, if he can have a little treat for himself, then why can’t I?”
Laura opened her mouth, as though she wanted to deny whatever she was being accused of. But, then she quickly closed her mouth again. It seemed as though Holly had more to say.
"Pete and I," Holly went on, "we're very open-minded people. I knew that he wanted to sleep with you, Laura - I hope you don't mind me being so open here - and I had no problem with that. Except, I wanted to have a little treat as well. So,
we invited you both around here to see if you wanted to have a little bit of fun with us. What do you say?"
She looked at Laura, then she looked at Mark. He was still trying to process what he had heard.
Holly pushed her body closer to his and he felt her incredible breasts against him. The thought of getting to play with them - it had seemed like an impossibility when he had first seen her. But now it seemed as though something really could happen.”
“Just to be clear,” Pete said, “nothing has happened so far. Your wife has been faithful to you. But now, if we all have some fun together, then it’s not really cheating, is it? Just sharing, like good friends.”
There was something about his logic that Mark found hard to argue with.