Liane glanced briefly up to my eyes before turning away and opening one of the kitchen cabinets. “I actually really enjoyed it,” she said shyly. “Really,” she repeated more firmly. Well, that was a relief. “Um,” she started, “would you like some coffee?”
Somewhat reassured that she was able to approximate normalcy, I responded in the affirmative and moved towards her. She placed a mug on the counter and filled it with coffee. The milk pitcher was still on the counter, so I poured some into my mug and moved with her towards the table. We had both just sat down when Matt walked in.
He was dressed only in PJ bottoms and I noticed how toned his upper body was. As he leaned over to kiss his wife’s cheek, I was aware of how the pants hung loosely on his hips and how much skin was showing on that side of the room. I am a basket case, I thought to myself, shaking my head in a purely internal gesture.
He stood up and I could see his own gaze stray to my nipples, which I imagined were hard and quite visible through my thin cami. He raised an eyebrow at me and smiled, saying, “Good morning ladies. How is everyone this morning?” He seemed to be completely at ease and either unaware or unconcerned by the sexual tension in the room. Or maybe the sexual tension was only in me?
“Good thanks,” I replied, forcing my mind away from thoughts of pulling his PJ pants down and taking him into my mouth. Oral sex was one of my favourite activities. I enjoyed the taste and smell of a man but I also enjoyed the intoxicating sense of power.
As Liane responded similarly to his question, my attention was brought back to her and then I was struggling with a mental image of kneeling in front of her chair, lifting up her t-shirt and delving into her sweetness again. Holy crap – was my entire day going to be like this? I didn’t think my sanity would survive it. Certainly not my self-control.
“We still going to the gym later?” Matt asked. He had planned to take me as a guest for a workout this morning, since Liane had errands to run and lunch with a friend planned.
She stood and walked over to the fridge, bending down to reach something on a lower shelf. As I watched her t-shirt ride up and expose all too much of her body to the room, I thought to myself that some strenuous physical exercise might be exactly what I needed today.
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“Holy Shit, Kate,” Matt began as soon as we got into his car to drive to the gym, “what the hell happened with you and Liane before I got home last night?” He didn’t sound angry – in fact, I could see a smile playing around the corners of his mouth.
“What on earth are you talking about?” I teased. I wondered what she had told him about our conversation in the kitchen. Had she told him about the kiss? I recalled her soft lips, and her tentative tongue and had to drag myself back to listening to Matt.
“How did you convince her? I never would have thought she’d agree to that!” he said. “She’s usually so – well, she’s pretty inhibited. She’s never even touched herself in front of me.”