Tim is standing in his kitchen, and I just can’t help myself. It’s a tough balance, giving him the eye just enough for him to notice, but not so much that his wife Julie will catch on. She’s busying herself washing salad leaves and clearly has absolutely no idea what she let herself in for when she invited me into their home. We met a week ago at our running club and hit it off so well that I’m already in her trust and in her home.
Tim looks so sexy in his summery short-sleeved shirt. I’d expected Julie to have an attractive husband, but this guy is perfect. Those arms: full and defined. He’s unloading the dishwasher. Such a boring, mundane task for a man who should be doing so much more with those gorgeous hands of his. I can’t help myself, standing near him, moving in close and softly touching his arm as I ask him if he needs any help with anything. He’s drying glasses and he bunches the cloth around his fingers and slides them into a champagne flute. I’ve never wanted to be a drinking vessel so much in my life.
Julie has her back to us, and I let a brazen hand slide down his back and cup his backside. God, it’s so firm, it’s perfect. He shoots me that same “knock it off, Nikki” look, but he doesn’t actually do anything to stop me. He knows I want him, and he’s doing an awful job of pretending not to love it. My lips curl into a sly grin as I squeeze and enjoy his honed butt, before letting it go again. I grab a glass and jokingly act like I’m inspecting his work. I hold it up to the light, and then cast my glance over him, blatantly checking him out.
“Very good, Mr Sparkes.” The insinuation of my tone very clear to him. He’s got his back to his wife and I’m right at his side, desperate to move in closer. I set the glass down again and lick my bottom lip. Tim watches, nostrils flaring and pupils dilating, giving all the telltale signs, watching my mouth as I capture my lip hungrily between my teeth. I lean into the dishwasher, brushing my breast against his upper arm, before I slowly pick up a plate.
“These are hot,” I say, positioned so that Tim is between me and Julie, knowing she can’t see what’s going on, even if she were to pay any attention. “See?” I whisper, taking Tim’s hand and pressing it to my breast. My body tingles with the wicked forbidden buzz from this game.
He mouths to me silently, “Stop it!” But his hand is unresistant, as I curve his palm and fingers over the full swell of my tit. Julie is beautiful, incredibly so, but I know he’ll be in no doubt that my tits do just have the edge over hers.
I lean in and whisper right into his ear, “I don’t want to,” my breath close enough to make his skin tingle. I move his hand slightly and squeeze, giving him the full picture of the lacey bra under the thin cotton strappy top. Letting go of his hand, I pass the plate towards him, and he rolls his eyes, pretending to be unimpressed. Nonetheless, he still stays for one last stroke before retracting his hand and taking the plate from me.
“Where do the plates go?” I ask, turning away from Tim.
“Oh, that tall unit. Shelf near the top, with the others,” Julie answers and points.
I smile to Tim and flash my eyebrows at him. I take the few steps to my left, closer to Julie, who is still the other side of their kitchen island. The door opens and it completely obscures me from Julie’s view. I wink, inviting him to me, but the idiot stays rooted to the spot, slowly drying knives and forks. He looks torn and unsure of himself. But, my god does he look sexy, his messy mousey hair and deep blue eyes melt me.
With his eyes fixed on me, I play for his attention, going all out to shock. I slip the straps of my top off my shoulders and, sliding them down, I teasingly expose both breasts. I tug down the bra cups and my full tits fall free, as I press my back to the door. My nipples harden as I pinch and softly roll them between my fingers, loving the intensity of his stare. He tries to give me a stern expression, and I wonder if he knows that it only turns me on even more. I know this is bad. I know I’m bad. I just don’t care any more. I want him so desperately.
I pull the straps back up, covering up again and slowly take the few steps back over to him. I’m on the other side of him now, my back to Julie, who is absorbed in chopping tomatoes, still on the opposite side of the room, beyond the large marble-topped island. I squat rather than lean into the dishwasher this time, my hand discreetly sliding onto his thigh and up, tauntingly squeezing the strong muscle there. It’s a shame; I’ve clearly picked the wrong thigh, as I sense the rise and growth of his cock down the other leg of his chinos. I slowly pick up a plate and let my fingertips graze the hardening bulge before I straighten back up.
“Still really hot,” I sigh before carrying the plate over to the cupboard. I feel Tim’s eyes follow my backside the whole way, despite himself. I reach up to the shelf and put the plate onto the stack. I freeze there, in that position as I look into Tim’s eyes. I’m completely out of Julie’s sight again behind the door. Stretched up high, showing off for him I feel his eyes roam all over me, and my smile encourages him on. I run a brazen hand under my short tartan summer skirt, and press my fingers to myself, as he watches, mesmerised, his eyes wide.
“Ooh, wet too. Dripping.” He shoots me a look that sits halfway between anger and intense arousal. His cheeks puff full of air and he slowly lets it out again. It’s animal and wild and I feel my pussy clamp as he does it, poking a finger between my folds, feeling it instantly slick with my wetness. I pucker my lips and blow him a silent tight little kiss in response. His eyebrows furrow, and he blows out a deep breath through his own tightly pursed lips, his cheeks reddening just enough for me to notice.
“Tim, don’t make her carry every plate one by one. Take the stack over to her,” Julie calls to him, as she starts peeling and grating carrots busily.
He picks up the six remaining plates and slowly walks towards me, watching me softly stir my pussy as I lock eyes with him. His eyes sweep over me, seeing me now through the lens of his arousal. I double down and make a show of pushing two fingers deep inside myself as he approaches, my eyes narrowing to excited slits. I know he’s wanted me since I first walked into their home yesterday, and he’s finally making his peace with it. This is inevitable and terrifyingly exciting.
He steps into the private little zone that the door creates, visibly concealed. His hands are still full of the plates. I smirk devilishly as I raise my hand from my pussy, and slowly press my fingers to his lips. He resists for a moment, as I dab the sticky moisture onto his lips, and then he opens, sucking my two digits in and savouring their taste. It’s a gesture that sends bumps over my skin and tremors to the very depth of my cunt.
“Thanks, Tim. Aren’t you sweet?” I tease, as I slowly take all the plates from him, placing them on the top shelf. Staying there, I take his hand and glide it under my skirt, just where mine had been. I flatten one hand over it, and press him right where I want him. I guide his hand until his fingertips are circling and roaming. I hitch the fabric aside again and shudder as he’s inside my panties at last. My smiling mouth widens and opens, mirroring my pussy as I encourage him on, and invite him in. I take all the plates from him, quickly placing them out of the way as I brace myself with one hand on the shelf.
He registers and reluctantly smiles at just how sopping wet I am. His finger strokes and sinks fully and deeply inside me. I doubt he still needs my hand as encouragement but I choose to stay with him anyway. I fight to stay silent as he stirs and whirls inside me before retracting. With a few circles, he smears my clit in a way that bounces through my whole being. I’m practically grinding my teeth together and growling as I mouth silently to him, “Ugghh, I fucking want you, Tim.”
He stays silent, but his eyes are alive, and I know he’s rock-hard. He wants me, too, but he’s not yet ready to put aside the fear, the risk. His wife is just the other side of a wooden cupboard door. I want to kiss him, but it’s clear our time is up here, we’ve been too long already. I pull his hand away and suck his fingers, as he grins like an idiot, finally giving up the pretence of not wanting this. With a deep breath, I usher him back to the dishwasher.
“Right, let me put these glasses away,” I say, loud enough for Julie to hear and look over to us, back at the machine. She smiles at me, kindly.
“That’s sweet of you, Nikki, but you don’t have to. Tim can take them back to the lounge. The flutes and those wine glasses all go in the cupboard in there.”
“Okey dokey,” I reply, upbeat. “Here, Tim, gimme your hands then.” I start handing glasses to him, fast, and soon both of his hands are full, with the stems threaded, hanging upside down between each of his fingers.
“Whoa, easy, that’s way too many! How am I meant to put them down again?” Tim laughed.
“I’ll come with you; that way, it’s just one trip,” I answer, with a wink.
“Fair enough.” He says slowly, taking in my meaning. His voice has a sexy bass that makes my cunt throb, even if it is trembling slightly. His eyes eventually settle on the rise of my breasts as I fill my lungs with a calming breath. He knows I’ll finally have him alone, and he’s clearly wondering just what I have in store for him. There’s a mixture of anxiousness and desire fighting in his eyes and his expression.
“Here, last one.” With my back to Julie and his hands full of glasses, I run a hand slowly down his front, slipping my fingers around his cock through his chinos. “You can show me where to put them and I’ll get you unloaded.” I’m grinning and top it off with a devilish-blown kiss. His cock is the centre of my universe right now, it’s still not fully hard and it’s already as impressive as I could have hoped. I know I’m scaring him a little, and I don’t care. I want to. I’m giddy with excitement, knowing exactly what I want to do to this gorgeous specimen of a man.
“Ok. Let’s go,” he mutters, turning a little sheepishly and making a slow retreat.
Before I follow him I look over to Julie, and she looks straight back at me, right into my eyes. In a flash, she dashes round the island and stands squarely in front of me, blocking me from following Tim. She grabs my top in a fist and stares deeply, her eyes alive and fiery. She takes a deep, portentous breath before grabbing my top, pulling me in and kissing me. Our mouths open, a kiss that is instantly wide and deep and hungry. Our tongues meet for a few stolen seconds as she cups my breast in one hand and grabs my butt cheek with the other, pulling me as close as she can. I wonder if she can somehow tell how flooded my pussy already is.
“God, I’ve been waiting all day to do that again!” She pants. “I’ll tell him, Nikki. I promise, somehow, I’ll find a way to tell him about us, about last night.” She whispers.
“Are you worried? Do you think he’s gonna be angry?” I ask, my face neutral and calm.
“He’ll definitely be upset I kept it a secret. I should have told him what I wanted to do.” She looks a little concerned.
“You know, I actually suspect it’ll be ok, Jules, don’t worry. But, it’s your life, you tell him what you want, when you want. This can just stay our secret, if you want. But honestly, I don’t think he’s going to have a problem with us.” I whisper back, before I kiss her once more, tenderly caressing her lips with mine, and then we break off.
“I’d better go help out your husband in the lounge. Join us when you’re done?” I smile as I kiss the tip of her nose. “Don’t be long!” I tell her, with a cheerful sing-song voice and head out, skipping to the lounge. I find Tim standing there, his hands still completely full of wine glasses. I shut the door partially behind me and, without saying a word, I drop to my knees and pull at his belt, with a smile up at him, desperately looking forward to what I know is coming next.
