At The Party

My wife and I had just bought a new house – a typical two-story place with bedrooms upstairs and living area downstairs.  We decided to have a housewarming party for some friends, mostly from our church.  The party started at 8pm and we had around 20 guests.

My wife rarely wears dresses but this night she wore a little black number which, while being modest, also showed off her sexy curves.  Watching her play the gracious hostess from across the room, I let my mind wander down her cleavage to her supple breasts hidden away.  As much as I was enjoying the party, I couldn’t help but want these people to leave so we could enjoy each other, if you know what I mean (and I’m sure you do!)

Being a scheming male, I hatched a plan.  As she was talking to our Pastor and his wife, I interrupted…”Honey can I borrow you for a minute. I just need your help”.  She excused herself and I told her there was an issue with the coats – we had taken them to the guest room as our friends had arrived. She followed me upstairs oblivious to my cunning plan.

Once inside, she asked me what the problem was.  “The problem is you look incredibly hot and you’ve got me all worked up”, I said with a smile.  She looked almost relieved and then a mischievous grin took hold.  “Well that is a big problem” and she laughed as she grabbed and squeezed my hard dick.  I pulled her tight against me and kissed her hard.  She responded with a tongue twirl than sent even more blood to my throbbing hard-on.  Grabbing my hand, she slid it under her dress and up to her panties.  I rubbed along the outside as her panties slid into her moist groove.  She softly moaned as my finger slid inside and dipped into her juices.

She began to loosen my belt and I reached both hands under her dress to pull her panties down when we heard muffled voices.  Someone was coming up the stairs calling “Where did they say the bathroom was”…. “Second door on the right through the guest bedroom” was the reply. Knowing we could not escape out the door, we quietly fled through the adjoining bathroom which itself adjoined a closet.  It was a small room with hanging space and a chest of drawers – barely room for the two of us to fit… but it did have a door to keep the moisture of the bathroom out.  We shut the door quietly just as we heard the guest bedroom door open.

My heart was racing.  We had almost been caught in our own home…not that we were doing anything wrong but it was such a thrill. In the closet it was pitch dark and my wife was facing the chest of drawers while I pressed against her from behind with my back against the door.  We heard the bathroom door open and a little crack of light came under our door. She tilted her head back to my shoulder and whispered something in my ear….. “Don’t stop”….

I raised up her dress and pulled her panties down as the trickling sounded from next door.  It would have been funny except for the heavy pounding breaths of my wife as I used five fingers to run in and our of her wet slit.  My index finger dove into her and I felt her flinch and then relax.  Was it pleasure or pain?  She lent over the chest of drawers to let me know she wanted more.  By the time the flushing sounded next door, I had one had massaging her clit and the pointer finger of the other hand probing her G-spot.

The crack of light went off and again we were in complete darkness.  As we heard the bedroom door close, she turned and whispered again….  “Fuck me baby .. fuck me right now”. I pulled down my pants and underwear, pushed her back down against the chest of drawers and pulled her dress over her head. She was so wet and my dick was so hard that I slid in and out with ease.  She put her hands against the blinds to brace herself as we thrust together, the sound of my thighs slapping her butt.  As I sped up, knowing the end was near she clutched the blinds and let in some moonlight.  I could see her breasts swaying and hitting the chests of drawers as our rhythm intensified. Her moans were now audible and rapid and she surrendered to the waves of pleasure than overtook us. She tightens her fist around the blinds and I came deep inside her and she followed with a last gasp.

We paused for a moment…my wife arched over the chest of drawers resting her elbows on the top and me still throbbing inside her.  Luckily the bathroom was still free and we cleaned up and rejoined the party.  For the rest of the night we exchanged glances and smiles knowing that we had shared the beauty of married love.

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2 replies
  1. smitten says:

    marriage heat: The intrigue, the mystery, the suspense, and the naughtiness! To us the best part of these little flings is returning to the gathering in full afterglow and making eye contact and smiling lovingly about our little secret.
    Great story.

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