Kathy was really pleased the way the party was going. It was her husband Pat's 35th birthday party, but it was also a welcoming party for Nailene and Ben, even though they had lived in the neighborhood for the last six months.
Ben was in town on transfer for the multinational at which he worked. He was an ex-football player and had the stature to go with it. All the neighborhood women would stare at him when he mowed the front lawn, those broad shoulders, the narrow waist, the tight buns and those massive thighs, the black skin glistening with his sweat...
Kathy made herself stop. Fantasies were fine but she was a married woman. But the last fifteen minutes dancing with the big black man had left her breathless and excited. The four rum and cokes she had drunk did not help; she was definitely feeling a bit tipsy. And this last drink Paul had mixed for her must have been half rum!
Now Sue was dancing with Ben. Wendy and Murray were also dancing in the living room. Kathy watched Ben and Sue for a few moments, a little bit jealous. Sue and Harry lived next door to Kathy. She had blonde hair which flowed in cascades of curls to her shoulders. Though the same height as Kathy, her bust was larger and barely contained by the short, red, strapless dress she was wearing.
Sue was not hiding her intentions. The way she wriggled and pushed her body against Ben was unseemly, especially in that dress. It was just as well Sue's husband Harry was not there to watch her wanton display. Or Ben's wife Nailene. They were in the games room using Pat's new pool table, his birthday present.
Kathy unconsciously pulled on the hem of her short, black dress. That was a birthday present for Pat, too. When Pat had bought it for her she was a bit shocked; it was much too short and low cut for her taste. It showed much too much leg and bosom. And the underwear he bought to go with it! Black push-up bra, thong and a matching garter belt; she had been scandalised. She had never worn stockings before either, and, at first, found them uncomfortable. Four inch black high heels completed the outfit; Kathy had had to practice walking in them. Pat was always trying to make her wear sexier and more revealing clothes. For his thirty fifth birthday party she had finally acquiesced. After four strong drinks and nice comments from the men at the party about her legs, she was beginning to feel more comfortable and a little bit sexy.
Picking up the empty potato chip bowl from the dining room table she pushed through the swinging door into the kitchen. She was surprised when she saw Harry in there, looking for something. She liked Harry; he made her laugh and was a terrible flirt.
"Looking for something, Harry?" she asked while putting the bowl on the counter.
"Oh, hello, beautiful, you're looking good tonight. I like your legs."
"Thanks," she said, pulling on her hem again. The dress barely covered her butt.
"My lighter's run out and I was looking for some matches."
"In the second drawer down." Kathy advised.
"Thanks," said Harry after retrieving a box.
Kathy eyed him. She had definitely had too much to drink and must stop. She took another sip.
"You know, my darling, I haven't kissed you tonight, yet," he said. He always kissed her at these parties. Kathy had come to accept it and, almost, to look forward to it.
"No time like the present," she said, trying to sound flippant and urbane.
He came right up to her, took her drink from her hand and pressed against her until her back was against the kitchen wall. Leaning on her he lowered his head and kissed her on the lips. It happened so quickly that Kathy had no time to do anything but raise her arms in anticipation of his normal assault on her tits. She was taken completely off guard when she felt his tongue invade her mouth. She hated it when Pat did that but this seemed to be different and she allowed it with little struggle. And instead of her tits being mauled, she felt a gentle finger stroke the black, silky material between her legs.
No, no! her mind said, but her legs turned to jelly. Finally gaining control of herself, she pushed the softly probing hand away and broke off the kiss.
"No, Harry, you mustn't," she said. But she could still feel where the finger had touched her.
"Didn't you like it?" he asked.
"Yes - no- yes, oh, it's not right. I'm a married woman.
"So? I'm a married man. That makes us even."
Harry leaned down and kissed her again. She couldn't stop him, or herself. The finger attacked her again, tracing the lips of her cunt through the thin material of the thong. Her head swam and her legs opened involuntarily.
After about a minute, Kathy pulled her mouth away from his.
"This just isn't right. Someone might come in and catch us," she said, breathily. She found her hips were moving in time to the finger running the length of her slit.
"Where can we go where it's more private?"
"We mustn't, Harry. We're both married."
"Where?" asked Harry again, concentrating his finger movements to the fabric over her clit.
"No, Harry, please," she pleaded. A moan escaped from her lips.
"In the laundry." What did I just say? She thought.
As he took her hand and led her through the back kitchen door into the laundry room, Kathy wondered how she had managed to get herself into this. It must be the booze. And the clothes, she thought. Her cunt ached.
In the laundry, Harry picked her up by the waist and put her on the washing machine. He kissed her again. Sucking on his tongue, she moaned when she felt the hard lump in his pants rub into the cleft of her cunt.
"Quickly," she said, "before someone discovers us."
She leaned back on the machine and raised her hips to allow him to pull her panties off. She watched as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock. It was bigger than Pat's. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she gave a little yelp when she felt the head gently rub up and down her slit.
"Put it in," she said, her voice deep and husky.
Again she moaned as she felt the length of his cock slowly push its way deep into her hole. She imagined she could feel every bump and wrinkle on it as it stretched her cunt and filled her. Harry slowly rocked back and forth, his penis moving in and out of her. Kathy could not remember being so turned on.
Harry's hands were busy on her tits, squeezing and rubbing them as he fucked her. The next thing she knew, her dress was being unzipped down the back.
"No, Harry, no. Someone might come in." Being caught fucking in the laundry was one thing; being caught fucking and naked was quite something else. Harry zipped her up again.
Leaning back a bit, Harry took her arms from around his neck and looked her in the eye, still gently moving in and out of her. Suddenly Harry's hands moved very rapidly and he held up her bra for her to see. Kathy was surprised and amazed.
"How did you do that?"
"Family secret," he said, tossing the silky black bra into a corner where it landed in a bag half full of potatoes. Kathy only found it again three days later.
Harry's hands returned to her now braless tits. He pulled and rubbed her nipples as he continued the slow fucking. Kathy felt her orgasm building and wrapped her legs around his waist. Harry sped up the pace when she kissed him, forcing her tongue into his mouth. Kathy moaned into his mouth as her orgasm hit, wracking her body with its intensity. Within seconds, Harry tensed and moaned, releasing his sperm deep into her cunt.
They had no time to luxuriate in the afterglow, though. As soon as they had finished, they heard someone moving around in the kitchen. Kathy jumped off the washing machine and quickly pulled her panties on over her dripping cunt.
"Stay here," she whispered, "and I'll get rid of whoever it is." She walked into the kitchen and found Janine there.
Janine was Kathy's other next door neighbour. She was the oldest of the women at the party but only two years older than Kathy. She was tall and had quite a good figure with full breasts. She and Frank had no children but still seemed happy enough. She had a nose for scandal and was an incorrigible gossip.
"Hello, Kathy," she said. "Doing some last minute washing?" The woman tried to look into the laundry but Kathy blocked her view.
"No," Kathy chuckled, "I was looking for something, but forgot what it was as soon as I walked in. That ever happen to you?"
"All the time. I find it best to return to where you were when you thought of it. Works every time. I remember what I was looking for, though. Pat said there was more tonic. We've almost run out."
"In the fridge," Kathy said.
Janine got out two bottles of tonic. Again she tried to look into the laundry but again Kathy blocked her view.
"I'll walk to the bar with you," Kathy said. She picked up her glass and drained it, forgetting it was nearly neat rum. "I need another drink, anyway."
As they entered the games room, Kathy had a looked back at the kitchen door in time to see Harry quickly slip out and head towards the bathroom. Pat had arranged a game of pool involving three couples. The partners were Pat and Nailene, Frank and Judy, and Neville and Janine. Neville was Judy's husband. Kathy was not surprised Pat had chosen the tall and voluptuous Nailene as his partner. Ben's wife was very dark and quite beautiful with the best of Negroid features. She was very tall and had huge breasts. Her hair was curly and so black it had a bluish tint.
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