"Just A Little Fun" (closed)

[CutiePie1997]

Hanna hadn't seen Dave grope his wife's ass, but her reaction left little doubt as to what exactly the man had done. She giggled at the shocked look on Stacey's face; Stacey for her part shot her husband a harsh glare, then looked to the younger woman with a blush and forced smile.

"Ignore him ... Hanna was it?" the older woman said. "He took a couple of pain killers before we arrived, for his hand."

She looked back to Dave again, asking, "By the way, you didn't tell me, what did you do to your wrist?"

Hanna thought this would be a good time to escape. She waved to no one at all and told the married couple, "It was good to meet you both for the first time--"

She gave Dave an evil little smirk at that last part before continuing, "--but I see one of my Uncle's friends that I must speak with."

And without any more, Hanna turned and disappeared into the crowd, which was still continuing to grow, now close to 100 people.

Stacey looked to her husband face and thought she recognized the expression, albeit drowned with pills and booze at the moment. Then -- after glancing around for prying eyes -- she turned to slip in front of him and reach a hand back to his crotch.

"My god, honey," she whispered over her shoulder, "you're penis is fully erect!"

She never used the words stiff or hard or anything like that. Dave didn't have a cock: he had a penis. It didn't get rock hard: it became erect.

She again looked around for prying eyes, then turned to face him ... with a wide smile. She whispered, "We should try to find a guest room ... don't you think?"

This was not something Stacey had ever imagined suggesting before. They just didn't do this kind of thing. They had married couples intercourse at home in their bed: they didn't fuck like crazed teenagers in the first available private space in what was comparably a public location.

And yet Stacey wanted her husband in the most desperate need right now.

 

[ManlyUsername]

"It was good to meet you both for the first time--"

First time. Real funny. Fuck! How did this little bitch keep slipping through his fingers? He watched her walk away, then cursed himself for the reason he was watching. Was it possible her ass looked better in that dress than in the spandex he’d seen it in earlier in the day. He suddenly felt a hand on his dick. "My god, honey," Stacey whispered over her shoulder, "your penis is fully erect!"

He waited for the lecture. The dressing down for acting like a horny teenager and potentially ruining their evening. But he didn’t much care. Stacey moved her hand up his length and her elbow bumped the boat keys in his suit jacket. The keys! So? He had his boat keys, which counted for fuck all without the boat. Probably part of the scam. Proof that they still had it.

"We should try to find a guest room ... don't you think?

Seriously? Stacey was staring into his eyes with a spark he wasn’t quite sure he recognized. Was she really asking what he thought she was? Wake up dumbass, the fact that her hand is still on your dick is a pretty good indication. “What? Are you serious? I mean sure.” He wondered if his muddled brain was playing tricks on him, but Stacey took him by the hand and eagerly led him deeper into the house.

But he couldn’t get his mind off his other problems. The fact that Hanna gave him the keys. Was this good or bad for him? What did she, or probably they, want. Just money? What else could they want? The theft made him angry enough, but all this cloak and dagger bullshit was truly pissing him off.

“In here! In here!” Stacey almost squealed as she pushed him through a door into a nondescript bedroom with a desk, a queen sized bed, and little else. She pulled him into a deep kiss. Dave returned the gesture enthusiastically, and pushed her up against the wall, a hand moving up her side to cup her breast. She moaned appropriately, but immediately pushed him back toward the bed. Dave knew what came next. He always knew what came next.

Not with Hanna you didn’t. The thought made him grimace. You are still fucked and you know it.

Stacey had begun undoing his belt, as she pushed him onto the bed. He fell back awkwardly, his balance still out of whack. He raised his hips to allow her to pull his pants off and he looked down at her. What were the chances that Hanna wasn’t going to tell Stacey at some point. Stacey took his half erect penis, as she insisted on calling it, and began kissing her way up the shaft, then licking small circles around the tip.

It reacted. But not with the speed and enthusiasm Dave was accustomed to. He should never have taken those painkillers. Well wait, they probably would have been okay without the alcohol. Stacey’s lips were now sliding their way down and his attention was drawn back to her. The warm gentle embrace of her mouth felt wonderful, but she looked up at him and once again he saw the lack of passion there.

Not like Hanna when she had called it beautiful. Not like Mariah when she had almost begged him to put it in her mouth. He stiffened at the thought and Stacey gave an approving hum. He closed his eyes trying to concentrate. Or should he be trying not to concentrate. Stacey was working hard but making slow progress. He was still only half hard despite her mouth now working up and down more quickly.

He looked past Stacey’s face to her ass in that tight dress. Remembered she wasn’t wearing panties which elicited a twinge of excitement. He wondered again if Hanna was bare under her dress as well and a more substantial pulse brought him closer to really being hard. He felt the cool air on his member unexpectedly as Stacey released him a moment, stroking him rapidly with her hand. “Does that feel good baby?”

But it wasn’t random sexy talk, it was a real question. This had been going on for several minutes and he was still only about three quarters of the way to a usable erection. Stacey plunged on him again and after a couple of bobs, forced him to the back of her throat. This took her about half way down his shaft and Dave did give a groan as she gagged heavily, her throat convulsing on the tip of his cock.

The sound was off putting, but it did feel good. But not as good as Mariah. The memory came unbidden. Mariah who had hungrily attacked it. Dave set a hand on Stacey’s head, gently pulling, urging her to go deeper again. Dave closed his eyes and saw that beautiful brown face, those full lips, spread wide, taking him deep. Again Stacey gagged, only managing to get him about an inch deeper than normal. Dave pulled more firmly on the back of Stacey’s head. Dutifully she tried again but she reached up to grip Dave’s wrist as she did.

Her usually dead eyes were wider than usual now. Confusion? Apprehension. Dave had never asserted himself like this before. He began thrusting his hips. Wanting more. His mind flashed back once again to Mariah. She had also gagged a little, but was able to push through it and took almost his full length...eagerly. He felt the back of Stacey’s throat again, threatening to spit him back out, but Dave pulled Stacey’s head forward, sinking a couple of inches deeper down her throat. She made a noise akin to a cough and spit below out the sides of her mouth, and dripped onto his balls, but Dave pushed a little deeper. Until Stacey began to drum on his stomach with the palm of her hand.

Dave pulled his hand away and she spit him out with a gasp. Dave was now as hard as a steel pole and was literally growling through clenched teeth.

 

[CutiePie1997]

Stacey's eyes were glazed over, tears beginning to escape to her cheeks as she asked almost in horror, "What was that?"

She backed off the bed, standing at the end of it and staring at her husband with an expression of deep disappointment, shock, and -- what was it? -- maybe unfamiliarity with the man whose penis had just been down her throat. She chastised him for almost killing her, asking again for an answer, "David! What was that?"

Stacey didn't for a minute believe it was just the pills and alcohol: they'd had sex many times when Dave was intoxicated and even a few times when she was, too. Suddenly, her eyes widened and her mouth fell open. She pointed a hand with its perfectly manicured forefinger outstretched and said, "Oh ... my ... God! You were thinking about her! That, that ... Hanna! My God, Dave, she's just a little girl!"

She turned for the door, fighting to figure out how to unlock it, only to realize that she hadn't earlier and just now locked herself in. Spinning suddenly, she wagged a finger at her husband and growled, "You should be ashamed! You're old enough to be her father!"

That wasn't entirely true, of course, unless Dave had been running around impregnating white trailer trash women when he was 13 or so. But it was the point that Stacey was trying to make.

What was ironic, obviously, was that her fury wasn't about her husband cheating on her in his fantasies but was about him doing so about a barely legal woman. She spun again, managed to finally get the door open, and -- before she stormed away -- growled, "David, I want to go home ... now!"

As she headed down the hallway, Hanna was standing inconspicuously nearby. She had, of course, been watching the couple as they snuck off for their very inappropriate tryst, and now -- as Stacey went off to find the party's hosts and politely excuse her and her husband for a sudden feeling of illness -- Hanna quietly headed into and down the hallway to the door that was still just a bit cracked.

"Dave?" she asked before opening the door and stepping inside.

 

[ManlyUsername]

Dave stared blankly at the wall as Stacey chastised him, and for good reason. He didn't answer. He couldn't answer. He didn't know what that was either. He had lost control and it scared him. He fell back onto the bed and put his hands over his face. Why was his life suddenly coming apart at the seams?

"Dave?"

No. It was impossible. It could not possibly be her. But there she stood. Looking, as always, like an innocent girl and not the architect of his deconstruction.

"You!" He said softly. Finally he had her alone. If nothing else he could finally vent some of his impotent rage, for all the good it would do. He stood from the bed, only slightly unsteady, and stepped over to Hanna, oblivious to the fact that he was wearing nothing but a dress shirt, tie, socks and a raging hard on.

Suddenly, grabbing her arm, he shoves her toward the bed to get her away from the door and then immediately locks it. Then points a finger at her and in a growl. "What the fuck do you want from me?"

 

[CutiePie1997]

It would be a lie for Hanna to say she wasn't just a bit concerned when Dave manhandled her the way he did. She bounced a bit on the bed when he tossed her onto it.

"What the fuck do you want from me?" he asked.

Hanna considered her options a moment. Then, pulling up the front of her skirt to answer Dave's earlier question about whether she was wearing panties, she gave him a clear viewing of her bare and perfectly shaved pussy.

"Just a little fun," Hanna answered with a devilish smile. She scooted up the bed, parted her thighs wider to cause her inner, glistening pink labia to reveal themselves, looked at his raging erection, and said, "It would be a shame to waste that thing, don't you think?"

At the very moment, Stacey's personal ring tone began sounding from Dave's phone in the pocket of his discarded pants.

Assuming it was in fact Stacey, Hanna asked casually, "Do you need to get that? It might be important. More important than getting revenge on me by fucking me."

 

[ManlyUsername]

"Just a little fun"

The words made him angry. The fact that she thought she could just spread her legs and he would be putty in her hands made him angry. The fact that it was working made him furious.

He couldn't look away. He had been fantasizing about a moment like this all day. He wanted her. He wanted her bad. Why shouldn't he take her right...

The thought was interrupted by the opening guitar riff from The Bitch is Back.
Shit!

"Do you need to get that? It might be important. More important than getting revenge on me by fucking me."

The call from Stacey reminded him he hadn't locked the door in hopes of grabbing a quickie. He wanted answers. But Hanna's last two words still struck a chord deep within him.
He snatched his pants from the floor and fumbled to retrieve his phone, the whole time his brain racing, searching for what to say.

In the end, the best he could manage was, say as little as possible. He finally tapped the icon to accept the call. "Where the fuck are you?" Stacey's angered voice projected from the phone. Dave didn't let her work up a head of steam.

"HEY!" He yelled back a little louder than he had intended. "Go Home! We both need time to cool off. I'll get an Uber. We'll talk in a few hours." Without listening to her response he ended the call. After a second's thought he also turned his phone off and tossed it on the end of the bed.

His eyes then fell on Hanna. Or maybe slid was more accurate. They started at the strappy heels on her feet and took a slow journey up her legs, lingering on the soft pink slit now so prominently displayed. Eventually, they made their way to her eyes and matched her mischievous twinkle with a fierce intensity of their own.

"A little fun huh?" He began crawling his way up the bed. When his head was even with her waist, he couldn't help pausing for a closer look. The surrounding area was perfectly smooth, nothing to distract from the soft delicate folds of her lips. His cock ached at the thought of pulling his tongue through those folds. What would she taste like? My God he could smell her.

In shock he realized he had dropped his head to within inches of her. No! He shook the haze from his muddled brain. Concentrate. He continued his way up, between her parted legs, until they were face to face. "Yes, let's have a little fun."

He put a hand to her breast, kneading it briefly through the fabric as he moved a little higher until he felt the tip of his cock bump into her public mound. He groaned slightly, and his hips started shifting downward, but he stopped himself.

He wanted so badly to bury himself in her, but he knew he would be lost if he did. Instead his hand moved from her breast to gently wrap around her throat. "Now…" his fingers were stoking her neck gently "I want to know…" the stroking turned to gentle pressure, and his voice turned raspy, "Where the Fuck is my Boat!"

He glared at her expectantly as he slowly increased the pressure. But he could not hide the hunger also lurking in that look.

 

[CutiePie1997]

Hanna easily heard Stacey's voice exploding from the phone's ear piece, "Where the fuck are you?"

She smirked at the question but quickly stilled her expression. She hadn't meant for the couple's night to devolve into a fight, seriously. She was, like she'd told Dave, looking for a little fun.

"HEY!" he bellowed back, telling his wife to go on without her and that he'd get home when he got home essentially. He scanned Hanna from toes to pussy to tits, then mounted the bed. "A little fun huh?"

"Just a little fun, yeah," she agreed as she felt the head of his cock touching her sensitive folds. "That what parties are for, right?"

"Yes, let's have a little fun."

Dave groped her breasts through her thin top, then moved his hand to her neck and growled, "Now … I want to know … Where the Fuck is my Boat!"

Hanna only smiled at Dave's threatening hold on her neck. "It's parked in my friend's boat shelter, still on the reservoir. It's safe and secure, David."

Then, reaching down to grasp his shaft with both hands, Hanna scraped him through her warm, wet folds, asking, "Got a condom?"

The look in his eyes told her the answer was no, as she expected: why would a loyal, faithful husband be carrying a condom? "I'm pretty ripe for conception right now, so ... I don't think you want to be sticking that thing in me right now, do you? I mean, I can tell you're fucking ready, ready to empty those big balls of yours. I mean, I could be wrong, but maybe you're looking to make a baby with a white trailer trash girl from the wrong side of the tracks?"

Hanna's smile widened. She knew she probably shouldn't be pushing him, particularly now while he was not only mad but intoxicated. She added, "I'll tell you what, Dave. You put your clothes on and leave, and tomorrow I'll text you where to find your boat ... and ... I'll bring the condoms and we'll finish this like you've never imagined."

 

[ManlyUsername]

His head had dropped so that he was resting his forehead on her's. Something between a groan and a whimper punctuated each motion as she rubbed him against her. One good push. That's all it would take. He could feel her warmth. Longed to be enveloped by it.

When she said she could tell he's ready he felt defeated. It was true. Why did he want her so badly. But then she went on, and there it was.

He rolled off of her onto his back with a sad sarcastic laugh. He draped an arm over his eyes. He must be even more drunk than he thought. For a second he had thought this wouldn't end exactly this way.

Hanna is the carrot Dave. Did you forget that? The donkey doesn't get the carrot. It's just there to keep him going where you wanted. But what other options did he have? She still held all the cards.

He parked out from under his arm briefly and saw the flagpole rising from his lap. The aching almost hurt, and he gave another sad laugh at his own expense.

 

[CutiePie1997]

Hanna rolled to her side, lifting her upper half on an elbow, to study Dave. She felt sorry for him as he'd incorrectly thought not once but twice that he was going to get fucked tonight. She felt guilty, too: her little bit of fun with his boat had turned out to be a horror for him because he'd assumed Hanna was something she really wasn't, a boat thief; and, while she'd implied that fucking her this night without protection would have him seeking a divorce attorney and paying child support for the next 18 years, Hanna was fully protected from pregnancy by an IUD.

She looked to his groin and found him still hard as a rock, the intoxication affecting his big head surprisingly having no effect on his little head. Littler head she thought to herself, knowing that he was by no means small down there.

Hanna sat up near Dave's side, and when he dropped his arm back to the bed in frustration and laughed, she leaned down without any warning and half of his length into her warm, wet mouth. She bobbed her head a couple of times, then pulled up to ask, "Would it make you hate me less if I gave you a blow job, David? Or ... do you need to get home?"

 

[ManlyUsername]

The sensation was as pleasurable as it was unexpected. At first he managed only a loud shudder. Then, "Oh my God. What?" His brain had not yet fully caught up with what was happening and had seemingly picked a few words at random. He lay back, giving in, until once again he was released to wave in the wind.

"Would it make you hate me less if I gave you a blow job, David? Or ... do you need to get home?

Did he hate her? Of course he did, didn't he? Even this. She was just setting the hook right? She feared she was losing her mark and needed to give him another incentive to come back for more. But when he looked at her he couldn't square what he saw in her face with the malice required to victimize him the way his rational brain was sure she was doing.

He was so fucking horny. Even if she was everything bad he thought she might be, what reason was there not to let her take him back into that warm wetness and finally relieve this maddening ache.

"No." The answer surprised him. He didn't want this from her. Not now when he was not sure of her motives. He realized his answer was ambiguous and continued tentatively. "I mean Yes but, oh fuck, what the hell do I mean." He searched for the right words. "How I feel about you is not dependent on whether or not you get me off. You don't need to do this."

He didn't like that this was starting to sound emotional. "When, Or IF, I get my boat back." He said more forcefully, "I'll be in a more receptive mood."

Dave retrieved his pants and began pulling them on. Maybe he'd give his friend Tommy a call and see if he could crash at his place. He had no idea what he was going to say to Stacey.

 

[CutiePie1997]

(OOC: It's not a video but a pic. You'll understand what I mean in a moment.)

Hanna sat her haunches back on her calves and just watched in amazement as Dave dressed to leave. Never in all her sexually active years had a man refused sex from her, particular after she'd already taken his cock into her mouth as a warm up.

Without another word, though, he was out the door...

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!​

Later, and only because he'd earlier turned his phone on to call Tommy, Dave would get a text message from his wife:

I do not know why the fuck you gave him my number and not your own, but the detailer says he finished the washing, waxing, and tune up of the boat and you can pick it up at 13178 Riverview Drive tomorrow morning.​

Less than a minute later, he would get another text from Stacey:

Don't think we're done with this conversation.​

Finally, an hour or so after that, he got a message from an unknown number:

Missing you, wish you were here.
That's me on top, btw.​

Attached to the message was a link to a private posting on a Facebook page: it was a video that Hanna hoped he opened in private, though, if she'd known he was with his buddy, opening it with him would have been okay, too.

(OOC: Read the PM before writing a reply.)

 

[ManlyUsername]

"Yeah… yeah...no, I think we both just need a night to cool off, well, and sober up...Thanks again Tommy."

Dave sat taking in the fresh air, glad to be out of the crowded confines of the party and putting all of his concentration into not thinking about anything in particular. After about 20 minutes his phone buzzed twice.

===
(S) I do not know why the fuck you gave him my number and not your own, but the detailer says he finished the washing, waxing, and tune up of the boat and you can pick it up at 13178 Riverview Drive tomorrow morning.
===
I’ll pick it up first thing tomorrow.
===
(S) Don't think we're done with this conversation.
===
I know. Gonna spend the night at Tom’s. I want to be sober when I apologize.
===

He stared at the screen for a long moment, then tapped in one last message.

===
Love you
===

He felt a knot in his stomach, but he was not sure why. Was it because he was worried he had fucked things up beyond repair with Stacey. Or was it because he wasn’t sure if he meant those last two words.

And why had Hanna sent the message about the boat to Stacey? Could she actually be trying to cover for him?

It was another 15 minutes minutes before the black Prius with an Uber tag pulled up the drive. Dave got in the back seat hoping to discourage any chit chat, verified Tommy’s address with the driver and sank back into his seat. They were about fifteen minutes from Tommy’s house when his phone buzzed again.

===
( ) Missing you, wish you were here.
That's me on top, btw.
===

Before he could think better of it he clicked on the link attached.

"Right there! Right there!..."

A breathless but enthusiastic female voice rang out from his phone. Dave almost dropped it in his rush to close the link. The driver said nothing, but Dave could see the grin in the rear view mirror. He gave a sheepish look. “You have any headphones I could borrow?” The driver indicated a plastic bin with an assortment of random cables and Dave managed to untangle a cheap set of earbuds from the mess.

He clicked the link again and watched the writhing bodies. The straight blonde hair, the delicate frame that he had spent so much time studying on the boat this afternoon. It was definitely Hannah, even though he couldn’t see her face buried between the other girls' thighs. He closed the link about thirty seconds in. His brain began immediately second guessing. Why was she sending this? Was it just another attempt to string him along after he turned her down back at the house?

He tried to blow it off but it was an itch at the back of his brain. He held out for a few minutes before opening the link again. It was over ten minutes long. Slowly building in intensity. As if to confirm his previous assessment, the other girl is soon addressing Hanna by name in a pleading voice. While Hanna seems to be enjoying the other girl's efforts, the balance gradually shifts in her favor, as just like with Mariah she becomes the clearly dominant partner. Soon Hanna is essentially holding the other girl down as she twists and turns seeking a brief respite from Hanna’s relentless tongue, until eventually, and loudly, she finally finds release.

The car rolls to a stop and Dave finds that he is flushed and once again out of sorts. He pockets his phone, along with the headphones, but adds an extra fifteen bucks to the driver's tip to compensate. Thanking the driver he proceeded up the long sidewalk to knock on Tommy's door.

“So what did you do to fuck up this time dumbass?”, the short stocky man who answers the door says with a smile. The man is almost a foot shorter than Dave’s six foot three, but built like a fire hydrant. Before Dave can answer the man flinches as he takes a slap to the back of the head.

“Tommy, stop!” The tall brunette who has walked up behind Tommy says. Tommy’s wife Jill was only a few inches shorter than Dave, and looked like she'd just gotten back from a run. A turquoise, short sleeve, quarter zip shirt of some sort of high tech wicking fabric fit snuggly to her fit frame. Textured black yoga pants and matching turquoise running shoes finished out the ensemble. She dabbed at the open neckline with a towel and her cheeks still had a bit of flush in them. She was a textbook example of looking sexy without looking like you were trying to be sexy.

Given his still flustered state, Dave braced himself. Jill was a hugger. Tossing the towel over her shoulder she wrapped her arms around his shoulders for a lingering embrace. “How are you holding up Dave”, she said sympathetically patting him on the back.

Dave was too busy concentrating on ignoring her body pressed against his to manage anything more than, “I’m alright.”

“Well come on in.” Tommy offered, and they all made their way to the kitchen. Dave took a seat on one of the bar stools at the raised counter, and Tommy stopped at the fridge long enough to grab two beers, handing one across the counter to Dave. “So, you want to talk about it?”

Jill mirrored Tommy’s same path, pulling a water bottle from the fridge, but came around to stand next to Dave. Without a word, she took the beer from his hand and replaced it with the water. Then rested her hand casually on Dave’s shoulder. “Of course he doesn’t want to talk about it.” Then she looked down at Dave. “You look like shit. Drink that. I’m gonna make you a sandwich.”

Tommy gave a chuckle, “She's right, you do look a bit rough buddy. Also, sorry to say, but ever since Jill started working from home we set up her office in the guest room. So unless you wanna spend an hour or two helping us clear it out, you’ll have to make do with the couch.”

Dave nodded in appreciation. “That’s more than fine.”

Tommy and Jill made quick work of getting him setup with sheets and blankets on the couch. Fed and hydrated, Dave was tired but feeling much improved. Goodnights were exchanged and the couple headed upstairs leaving Dave alone in the quiet darkness. But he couldn’t sleep. The events of the day kept replaying in his mind, and he couldn’t seem to tamp down the excitement it was raising in him.

It made him restless, and warm. He kicked off the blanket. As if it was calling to him, he found himself digging out his phone, inserting the earbuds, and opening the link to Hanna’s video once again. After several minutes, he couldn’t resist any longer and reached down to grip himself through his boxers.

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[Jill]

Jill stepped out of the master bath in a thick, white, terry cloth robe, rubbing her wet hair with a towel. “Did you remember to…” She stopped mid-sentence realizing Tommy was dead asleep. She sighed, unsurprised. Her husband rarely remembered to engage the alarm system, which was just as well tonight because he probably wouldn't have thought to disable the motion sensors downstairs.

She could do it from the keypad in the bedroom, but it was a pain in the butt. Instead she stepped across the hall to the guest room turned office. It was much easier to disable them though the control program on her computer. Jill worked for a high end home security company and as a result their upper middle-class home had a decidedly upper-class security system.

She dropped into the office chair and jiggled the mouse to wake up the monitors. The familiar grid of camera feeds filled her left hand monitor. But something caught her eye. The interior views were always virtually dark at this hour, so the light in the living room caught her eye.

She could see Dave, lying on his back, his face and bare chest bathed in the soft glow of his cell phone. She bit her lower lip gently then caught herself. Stacey was a lucky woman. She felt bad for Dave. He seemed like such a nice guy, but the few times she had seen him with Stacey he seemed to dim in her shadow.

He seemed to be restless, squirming. She clicked on the panel expanding the living room view to fill the screen. She told herself it was out of concern, but she found she had pulled her lower lip between her teeth again.

His face looked intense. It was hard to tell what was going on beyond the small circle of light from his phone, but his other hand seemed to be moving. No! Was he really?! She strained to make out more in the darkness to no avail, but just the thought raised her pulse a notch. She shouldn’t be watching this. Her hand clutched at the neckline of her robe self consciously and it pulled the soft fabric tighter across nipples she now realized had grown stiff. She squeezed her thighs together.

Dave’s eyes closed and the hand holding his phone dropped down to his side. Jill drew in a sharp breath as now the erection under Dave's boxes was perfectly silhouetted and she watched him very obviously kneading and squeezing, his hips occasionally lifting off the couch. She squeezed her legs tighter together, half crossing them in one direction and then the next.

His hand dug at the slit in the front of his boxers and she gave a near silent gasp as suddenly Dave’s cock was bared in all its glory, his hand running up and down its length. Oh god. She needed to stop watching. This was so wrong. But she could already feel the wetness starting between her thighs. With a guilty glance over her shoulder, she parted her legs, letting the robe fall open and quickly stuck her fingers in her mouth to wet them

 

[ManlyUsername]

Dave woke late with a dull headache but a new found clarity. As crazy, and wonderful, and awful as the events of yesterday had been the takeaway was one simple fact. Dave was not happy.

It was time to go home and speak with Stacey. He would come clean, he would apologize, but he had no interest in saving his marriage. It was time to end it.

[OOC: On the off chance anyone was following this thread, it has come to an end. Many thanks to CutiePie1997 for a fun time!]