Breathe, I thought. And stop staring at her. Definitely not at her breasts, I chastised myself, reminded of how they had filled my cupped hands, smaller but slightly perkier than mine, and how she had gasped when I licked them. My own nipples ached at the thought.
After the gym, Matt and I had stopped off at the liquor and grocery stores and were well underway with supper preparations by the time Liane returned home. Knowing she had quite the sweet tooth, I whipped up a batch of brownies for dessert and we were now enjoying them with a second bottle of wine. Or could it have been the third? Hmm.
I swirled my red wine and watched as the viscous fluid ran down the insides of the glass. I brought it to my lips for another sip and saw that Liane was looking at me. Holding my gaze, she casually licked a droplet of wine from the edge of her glass. My breath caught in my chest and I felt my cheeks flush. Did she have any inkling as to the effect she was having on me?
“Could you bring me that empty bottle, please, Honey,” Matt asked her. She stood unsteadily and brought him the bottle, pausing for a kiss. I was pretty sure I saw her run a hand over his ass and possibly even brush it over his crotch before he turned back to the sink.
My overall state of intense horniness had not remotely dissipated with the workout today. Push ups had reminded me of lying on top of Liane, squats had stimulated my butt and thigh muscles which were far too close to my groin, and even in the shower I’d found myself soaping up my breasts longer than absolutely necessary. It hadn’t helped that Matt had worn a very form-fitting shirt for his workout. Now, I had a brief mental image of his naked body moving rhythmically over his wife’s, her bare legs clasping his hips…I closed my eyes for a moment, almost able to feel the deep penetration of a cock inside me. I’m getting wet, I thought to myself. If nothing happens tonight, I’ll have to take care of myself before I’ll be able to sleep. I crossed my legs and tried to focus on the conversation.
Matt was in his customary blue jeans and a long sleeved grey Henley. He had shaved today and as he rinsed the empty wine bottle for recycling, I was reminded of how handsome he was. The dark grey of his shirt brought out the deep blue of his eyes, I mused. They had always reminded me of the colour of the ocean on a stormy day.
I am drunk, I thought to myself. I have passed through tipsy and am well and truly drunk. Oh dear. This had not been in the plan. Or at least not in MY plan. Thinking about some of Matt’s comments this afternoon, I wondered how much he had engineered. I looked over at Liane, her cheeks pink, her much paler blue eyes looking just a touch unfocused and realised that she was very likely a couple of sheets to the wind as well. She was talking about something her friend had told her today while distractedly putting a dish on the kitchen counter. Matt managed to rescue the plate just before it completely missed the surface. He looked over to me and smiled, rolling his eyes. I laughed out loud when I realised that Liane had been oblivious to this entire exchange.