Chapter 16

Evening Arrival - Wednesday, March 11, Evening

We stepped out of the shower together, water still dripping from our skin. David handed me a towel first, then Carol, his thick cock already half-hard from watching us soap each other. I dried off slowly, letting my hands linger over my breasts, my nipples stiff and dark. Between my legs my new cock stood out, four inches of sensitive flesh that twitched every time Carol’s fingers brushed past it.

We dressed for the evening in clothes that left little to the imagination. I chose a low-cut black top that hugged my fuller breasts and a short skirt with no panties underneath. Carol slipped into her blouse and skirt. David wore dark slacks and a fitted shirt, the fabric doing nothing to hide the heavy bulge of his cock.

After a light dinner we cleaned up together, trading kisses and touches at the sink. By the time we moved to the living room with glasses of wine, the air between us felt charged. We sat close, Carol’s hand resting on my thigh, David’s arm around my shoulders. Conversation stayed light until the doorbell rang at eight.

David answered. “Linda, good to see you. And you must be Tom.”

Linda’s voice carried from the entry. “Tom, this is David.”

They stepped into the living room. David gestured toward the couch. “Mary, my wife. Carol, her lover.”

Tom’s eyebrows shot up. He looked between Carol and me, then back at David, clearly processing.

I patted the cushion beside me. “Tom, sit here. Linda, you’re on his other side.”

David poured fresh wine and settled on the loveseat with Carol. I let my scent drift, watching Tom’s nostrils flare. My mind filled with images: Tom’s cock sliding into me, Linda’s mouth on my growing shaft, both of them tasting David’s cum. Heat pooled low in my belly. My cock pressed against the thin fabric of my skirt.