Chapter 7: Saturday. March 7

Pleasant Chores - Saturday, March 7, Day

I stepped out of the shower with droplets still clinging to my skin, the cool air making my nipples tighten into stiff peaks. David was right behind me, his towel slung low on his hips, his thick cock already half-hard from the way I’d rubbed against him under the spray. We dried off in the bedroom, but every few seconds one of us would pause to touch. I ran my fingers along his shaft while he cupped my breasts, thumbs brushing my sensitive nipples until I moaned and pressed closer.

We pulled on clothes—me in a loose tank top and yoga pants, David in a t-shirt and shorts—but chores didn’t slow us down. I bent to load the dishwasher and felt his hand slide between my thighs from behind, rubbing my pussy through the thin fabric until a damp spot formed. When he straightened to put away dishes, I slipped my hand into his shorts, stroking his growing erection while whispering how much I loved feeling him swell in my grip. We moved on to other chores, but they all came with groping.

Around ten, my phone rang. Carol’s name lit the screen. I answered with a smile, leaning against the counter while David’s fingers traced lazy circles over my ass.

“Hey, you,” Carol said, her voice low and warm. “Just wanted to check on you after last night. And ... thank you. That was incredible.”

I laughed softly, feeling heat rise between my legs. “I should be thanking you. You made me come so hard I’m still tingling. How are you feeling?”

“Horny as hell,” she admitted with a breathy chuckle. “Can’t stop thinking about your mouth on me. When can I see you again?”

David’s hand slipped inside my yoga pants, two fingers gliding through my slick folds. I bit my lip to keep from moaning into the phone. “Tonight,” I said. “Come over for dinner.”

Carol’s voice dropped. “Just dinner?”

“Start with dinner,” I teased. “We’ll see where it goes.”

We flirted for another minute—her describing how wet she’d gotten thinking about my tongue, me telling her how my pussy clenched at the memory of her red bush against my face—before we hung up. David pulled his fingers free and licked them clean, eyes dark with want.

We continued with our chores and by the time Carol showed up, we’d finished a full day’s work, showered again, dressed for dinner and made dinner. And we were horny as fuck!

Strip Poker - Saturday, March 7, Evening

Dinner came and went in a haze of charged glances. Carol arrived in a short black skirt and fitted blouse, her long red hair loose down her back. God her legs looked good in those heels, starting at the ground and going all the way up to her skirt which wasn’t very far below her taut ass.

We ate, but the conversation kept drifting to sex—Carol admitting she’d touched herself twice that day thinking about me, David confessing he’d wanted to jerk off in the shower picturing the two of us together. By the time we cleared the table, the air felt thick.

David leaned back in his chair, grinning. “Strip poker?”

Carol and I exchanged a look, then both nodded at once. Cards came out. The first few hands were playful—shirts, socks, pants—but soon we were down to underwear.

Carol’s small breasts rose and fell with each breath, her nipples dark through the lace of her bra. My own panties were soaked. David’s substantial cock strained against his boxers, a wet spot already forming at the tip.

Carol lost the next hand. She stood, unhooked her bra, and let it fall. Her tits were small, perfect, the nipples tight. David whistled low. “Beautiful,” he said. I silently agreed.

I lost next. I slid my panties down, exposing my trimmed bush and glistening pussy. Carol’s eyes locked on it. “God, Mary, you’re dripping.”