Charles and I had always attended Martha's spring solstice party. Her invitation arrived as usual and the theme was racy, as usual. Who but Martha would throw a cock tease party. The cover of the invitation showed a picture of her in a flowery sun dress rubbing her ass into the cock of a man I didn't know. He was dressed in linen slacks and a black silk shirt pressed against a wall. He had nowhere to go. She was talking to her husband, dressed similarly to the other man, with one hand on his chest and the other holding his hand. The invitation read:
Join us for a cock tease party.
Ladies scantily clad overtly flirtatious
and completely unwilling.
The gentlemen are their foils.
Blue balls for all. Everyone
goes home frustrated.
RSVP
Any other time I would have had a good laugh and accepted immediately. But Charles had died since Martha's last party and her husband, while not exactly stalking me, had made it clear he intended to have me. I hadn't had the heart to tell Martha, and nothing had happened between us. I had had several awkward moments with him, the worst being my last visit to their house.
During a small dinner party he had pinned me against the wall in their living room. I couldn't get away from him. He had taken my face in his hands and kissed me. He grabbed my right breast through my cotton dress, found my nipple and pinched it hard. I gasped in pain, shocked at the boldness of his advance but kept silent, terrified Martha would find us. The kiss seemed to last forever.