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Patrick jumped to his feet without hesitation. "I got this." I watched with curiosity as Patrick made his way up to the empty stage. He picked a song and then stood with the microphone in hand, staring down at his feet waiting for the music to start. I recognized the song almost from the start when I heard the drumroll and guitar riff: Two Princes by Spin Doctors. My eyes widened in shock as he recited the lyrics. It was almost as if he was actually singing the song at me. I considered that maybe it was all in my head until he sang, "Marry him or marry me, I'm the one that loves you baby can't you see," while pointing at Mr. Jennings and himself. My body scrunched up in the seat and I started slumping down, desperately wanting to disappear beneath the table. Had it always been that obvious? Dear God. If Patrick could see it, Mrs. Jones knew.
I cast my eyes to the side and gave her a glance. She was on her feet clapping and swaying to the music. Mr. Jones sat next to her tapping his hand on the table to the beat while taking another shot. Neither of them appeared to be the least bit fazed by the song.
When the song ended, I wanted to run to the stage and stran*le Patrick. "What the hell was that?" I hissed in his hear when he got back to the table.
"What?" he said, looking genuinely puzzled and reaching for a drink. I started to slap it out of his hand but thought better of it.
"That song. Why were you singing that song?"
"I love that song. I love all their music."
I glanced back over my shoulder. Mr. Jones was on his feet and moving toward the stage. Mrs. Jones took a sip of her drink. "Bravo Patrick," she said when she saw me looking her way. There didn't seem to be a hint of anger on her face. As best as I could tell, I was the only one upset by the song. Maybe my guilty conscience was finally starting to get the best of me.
"Everybody get up! Everybody get up!" Mr. Jones belted into the microphone as the music started.
"Wooo!" Mrs. Jones shouted and took another shot before leaping to her feet. Mr. Jones began to strut across the stage, swiveling his hips as he croaked out the lyrics to "Blurred Lines." It was clear from the start that he was singing to her. I folded my arms and looked on as Mr. Jones made an ass of himself. He was clearly no Robin Thicke.
Patrick scooted closer to me and put his arm around my shoulder. I wasn't in the mood for him, but I was irritated enough with Mr. Jones on-stage spectacle not to move his arm. Patrick rocked his body in the seat next to me throughout the song.
It felt like my heart and the rest of my insides had been hollowed out of my body as I watched Mr. Jones stumble off the stage and swagger back to his waiting wife. She locked him in a long kiss that made me physically ill. Mr. Jones sat down and pulled her onto his lap, drawing laughter and cheers from the client and his date. |
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"Ok, who's up next?" Mrs. Jones said, grinding on her husband's lap. I glanced down and watched as his hands slid around her hips.
"How about it, Jasmine?" Patrick said.
"No, I don't think so." I was beyond ready to go. This evening had been an utter waste of time that had gone from bad to worse. The next time the Jones' needed a babysitter for their baby or for the grownup next to me, they damn well had better call someone else.
"Oh, come on Jasmine," Mrs. Jones said. "Everyone has to get up there. Those are the rules." She let out a shriek as Mr. Jones bit her on the earlobe.
"I'm not a singer," I almost spat while trying to keep my face even.
"Neither am I, love," the client offered from the far end of the table. "But if you go up, I'll go up after you."
"Ok, come on, Patrick. We'll take her turn for her," Mr. Jones said, shifting Mrs. Jones to the side.
I folded my arms and stared a hole through the table in front of me. I'm sure I looked like a pouting child, but if a child is what Mr. Jones thought of me, then a child is what I'd be. No more blowjobs. No more sex. I didn't need this shit anymore. At least my boyfriend treated me as an equal. I had been such a cold-hearted bitch for cheating on him with this asshole. But I'd set things right.
My angry daydream was broken as Mr. Jones and Patrick launched into what sounded like the back and forth opening dialogue for Shaggy's "It Wasn't Me." I shook my head, trying to clear the fog. My ears were definitely deceiving me. This could not be happening.
"But she caught me on the counter," Mr. Jones crooned.
Patrick sang the response. "It wasn't me." |
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"Saw me bangin' on the sofa."
"It wasn't me."
My boiling blood went ice cold.
"Heard the screams get louder," Mr. Jones sang.
"It wasn't me."
"She stayed until it was over."
Mr. Jones had lost his fucking mind! I didn't know if he was having a sudden crisis of conscience or what. Whatever it was, I didn't want to have anything to do with it.
I pushed back from the table and sprang to my feet. I didn't know where I was headed, but anywhere was better. As I stepped back from the table and prepared to make a dash for the exit, I felt a hand on my arm. It slid down to my wrist, pulling me backwards and off balance as I let out a yelp. I spun around and came face to face with Mrs. Jones. She stepped out from her chair and around the side of the table, never letting me go. She tugged me violently toward the stage. It felt like I was being marched to the guillotine. I tried to dig in my heels, but my legs were growing weaker by the second.
It was a little unfair for her to drag me into this. If she wanted to confront Mr. Jones, that was her business. This was her marriage, not mine. And in all fairness, this was her husband's fault. If he couldn't handle the guilt of an affair, he never should've slept with me.
As we reached the dance floor, Mrs. Jones turned to face me. I cringed back and brought up my hands, ready to fend off a blow. Instead, she began swaying her hips to the music in front of me, her face opened in a wide grin. Behind her, Mr. Jones and Patrick continued their performance, barely noticing us. |
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By *M1712Man
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Mrs. Jones grabbed my hips and pulled me closer. "Come on, girl, shake that fine ass." The smell of alcohol was pouring off of her. Apparently, much to my relief, I wasn't standing at ground zero for the end of their marriage. I allowed myself to rigidly move my feet back and forth to the music.
Around us, a few other people had gathered. Mostly men. Seemingly wanting to put on a show, Mrs. Jones stepped around behind me and pulled me against her body. My heart fluttered when I felt her breath on my neck for the second time that evening. Her hands glided along my hips and up my torso. I could've sworn I felt a slight squeeze as she passed my breasts and continued up to my neck. Her fingertips found "my spot," just below my earlobes, and dug in, making my body suddenly feel like putty. I leaned back against her for support, which brought her cheek alongside mine.
I had experimented with other girls before but nothing serious. I'd made out with girls, had my breasts groped, and even let one lick my nipples at a party. But it had all been in fun. Now, as I stood with Mrs. Jones' arms wrapped around my body, it was different. My body was a furnace. I was intoxicated with the scent of her. I wanted nothing more than to feel her lips against mine.
I reached back and put my hand on the back of her beautiful blonde hair. Gently tugging, I guided her face toward mine. When her lips slid along my cheek, my legs buckled. Leaning back into her, I turned my head, ready to kiss her full on the mouth.
A cheer erupted in the bar and shook me out of the fantasy. At first, I thought they were cheering for us but then I saw Mr. Jones and Patrick on the stage taking a bow. Mrs. Jones released me and joined the chorus of applause. My arms flailed out wildly searching for something to hold onto. |
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By *otonfoxMan
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Mmm this is getting even more exciting |
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Top class this story ,luv it and it’s very well wrote,was only a matter of time to Mrs Jones gets your knickers of also . |
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"Woah, woah. Are you ok?" a man's voice said as I felt strong arms catch me under my arms just as the floor was rushing up to meet me.
"Umm...yeah...I just...," I was having trouble breathing and my skin was on fire.
"Oh no! Jasmine, are you ok?" Mrs. Jones said, apparently noticing my predicament for the first time.
"I think she just needs to sit down," the man said. I half walked and staggered with his help back to our table and immediately chugged down a glass of water. When it was gone, I reached for another next to me and briefly considered pouring it over my head.
"Hey, is she ok? What happened?" Patrick said as he and Mr. Jones returned to the table.
"I'm fine, I just needed a break," I said. With my free hand I began fanning myself.
"We should probably go," Mrs. Jones said. She put her hand along my forehead. The feel of her skin set my heart to racing again.
"No, just give me a few minutes."
"She's right," Patrick said. "You don't look so good.
"Really, I'm fine, just—"
Mrs. Jones put a finger across my lips, shutting me up. I had half a mind to wrap my lips around it.
I finally gave in and agreed to leave. When our Lift showed up, Patrick helped me to my feet. I was feeling better but allowed him to support me. The fresh air outside rejuvenated me and cleared my head. What had happened just minutes before seemed like a lifetime ago.
The client and his date bid us farewell and disappeared into the parking lot. Mrs. Jones called "shotgun" and raced around to the front passenger seat of the black taxi that was waiting for us.
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By *ndrea54TV/TS
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Wow I can definitely see this ending up with 3 in a bed lol  |
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"I'll see you Monday, Patrick," Mr. Jones said with slurred speech. He staggered to the rear driver side door. After several attempts, he managed to get it open.
"So..." Patrick said, taking a step back from me but still holding one of my hands.
"I had a great evening," I said. Even though I was lying, I had to admit that spending the evening with him wasn't as awful as I'd expected. In fact, he had actually turned out to be the brightest spot of the evening.
"Could I...umm...maybe sometime...uhh..." Patrick was staring at the sidewalk. I knew exactly where he was going.
"You're really nice, but I have a boyfriend." The words appeared to physically pain him, which made my own heart ache for him.
"Yeah, I know...I just...I really loved spending time with you, Jasmine."
I felt so bad for him. And I hadn't exactly stuck to Mrs. Jones' advice about not leading him on. "Well, maybe we could go out sometime. I mean, just as friends, you know?" I regretted the words even as they'd been forming in my brain, but my mouth was powerless to keep them from coming out.
Patrick's face lit up brighter than the sun. "That'd be great! I'd love to." He rotated his hand and proceeded to try to give me an awkward handshake while grinning like a madman.
"What the hell are you doing, Jasmine?" I said to myself as I felt my body leaning over our clasped hands. Before I could stop myself, I gave him a light peck on the cheek. Patrick's face looked like a kid opening presents on Christmas.
Before I could do anything else dumb, I yanked my hand free and walked to our waiting ride. I gave Patrick a wave as I climbed into the backseat behind Mrs. Jones.
"Some night, huh?" Mr. Jones said as we pulled off.
"I'll say. We need to get you up on stage more often," Mrs. Jones said. "And thank you so much for being such a good sport tonight, Jasmine."
"It was no problem at all. I'm glad I could—aiyeeee!" |
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Oh i so want to know what caused the 'aiyeeee' ! |
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Epic story - love to hear more!! |
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Brilliant story, well written OP |
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Looking forward to what happens next xxx |
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"What's wrong?" Mrs. Jones said, turning in her seat to look back at me. Thankfully, the back seat was too dark for her to see her husband's hand on my thigh.
"I'm ok. I just thought I saw a deer."
"I didn't see anything," our driver said.
Mrs. Jones turned back and scanned the road in front of us through the windshield. I flashed my fiery gaze at Mr. Jones. Even in the darkness, I was close enough to see him smirking back at me. His fingertips prodded my thigh tentatively. I was beyond not in the mood and lifted his hand off and moved it away.
"Jasmine, listen, I—" he whispered.
I turned sideways in the backseat, facing out the window. There was a gentle poke in my torso that I swatted away like I was waving off a buzzing mosquito.
"Hey, how about a little music?" Mr. Jones said more loudly toward the front seat. Some kind of electric/techno beat bounced out of the speakers. "Oh yeah! Turn that up," Mr. Jennings said. I felt him inch closer to me on the seat and I pressed my body against the door in response. He moved closer until his chest was against my back. He reeked of alcohol. "Jasmine, I'm sorry," he whispered into my ear. "I didn't mean to cause any problems tonight. Patrick and I...it seemed like it would be a funny song to sing. We thought everyone would enjoy it."
What an idiot. Yes, I thought his song and dance routine was an incredibly stupid one to perform in front of his wife given our hidden affair. But it was him treating me like a child that had boiled my blood all evening. |
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I sat in silence, staring out the window, waiting for him to acknowledge his behavior. When it became clear he wasn't, I unloaded on him.
"Where the fuck do you get off treating me like I'm 10 years old?" I said much louder than I should've, but in that moment, I didn't give a shit.
Mr. Jones' head whipped toward the front of the car, waiting to see if anyone had heard. When no one said anything, he put a finger to his lips, trying to quiet me.
"Don't shush me." I was unhinged. "You were out of line."
"Is everything ok back there," Mrs. Jones said without turning to look back. She sounded groggy.
"Yeah, we're fine," Mr. Jones said before turning back to me. "Please, Jasmine" he gestured with his hands to try to get me to lower my voice, but I wasn't having it.
"You know, it's amazing to me how whenever we're around other people, you always—"
Mr. Jones fully laid his body against me and pressed his lips to mine, cutting me off mid-sentence. My first instinct was to scratch him across the side of his face. But as I brought my hand up to his cheek, I felt my body giving in to him.
"No! The hell with this guy!" I mentally shouted to myself, but it was no use. I was melting beneath him like ice cream on a summer day. My hand pressed against his cheek and ran across his face to the back of my head. Before I knew it, I was pulling him tighter into the kiss. In that moment, I hated myself more than I had in my entire life.
Mr. Jones broke the kiss, leaving me gasping for air. I didn't remember closing my eyes, but when I opened them, I saw his sexy, steely gaze fixed on me. It was the same gaze that had made me feel like a woman that first night we'd made love on his couch. He ignited things within me that no boy had done before. That no boy ever could. |
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I turned and slumped down on the seat, letting Mr. Jones rolled on top of me. If the interior lights came on, there'd be no explanation for our position. Mr. Jones leaned down and buried his face in my neck, drawing laughter that I tried to mask. His tongue snaked out and ran along my neck beneath my ear. I hoped my deep sighs were masked by the music.
My body was on fire. The seat felt sticky against my skin. I wanted him. I needed him. As he continued to nibble at my neck, I wedged my hands beneath him, searching until I felt his hard, throbbing cock in the front of his pants. Mr. Jones gasped into my ear. The material of his pants was thin enough for me to stroke him. He was so hard he felt like he'd been chiseled out of stone.
Mr. Jones sat up slightly. I was puzzled until his hands came down onto the front of my dress, squeezing my tits. He quickly found my nipples and tweaked them, drawing a low scream that apparently went unnoticed by the people in the front seats. I continued to stroke Mr. Jones as his hands worked their way to the top of my dress. With some difficulty, he managed to pull my dress down enough to lift my heaving breasts out of my bra and over the edge of my dress. He immediately fell on them, inhaling my left nipple. My mouth fell open in a silent scream as his tongue traced an agonizingly slow circle around the hard nub.
With trembling fingers, I unzipped Mr. Jones' pants and reached in. His cock felt like a steel rod that had been dipped in lava. I could hear and feel him moaning into my cleavage as I stroked his bare shaft. He sat forward and brought his lips to mine again. This positioned his cock just above my thong-covered pussy. With my free hand, I pulled it aside. |
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This snapped Mr. Jones out of his lust-driven fog. "Wait, wait." He sounded out of breath. "We can't. Not here."
I knew he was right. His wife was close enough for me to touch. But my brain wasn't functioning properly. "Are you sure we can't have just a little..." I pulled on his cock, making the tip just barely touch my wet lips. I scooted forward and lifted my hips enough to pull him closer and passed the head along them. We both shuddered at the contact.
"Mmmmm...Jasmine. How do you do this to me?" he whispered in my ear.
With a grin, I inched my hips forward further and moved my hands to his hips. I was open for him. His cock was poised at my entrance. All he had to do was push forward. His face told me he wanted me, but his body was hesitating. I lowered my arms, propping myself up on my elbows. With our faces close, I flicked out my tongue and passed it over his upper lip. Mr. Jones eyes clenched shut. I knew he was desperately trying to resist me, but I wouldn't be denied. Putting my weight on one arm, I put the other around the back of his head and pulled him closer. I planted soft kisses along his cheek and continued across the side of his face until I reached his earlobe.
"You know you want to give me this fat cock," I whispered into his ear. I felt Mr. Jones' body shudder again. "You know you want to feel my wet pussy throbbing around you."
That was all it took. In the next instant, Mr. Jones pushed into me with one stroke. I couldn't help letting out a loud moan.
"Hey! What's going on back there?" Mrs. Jones called from the front seat. "Are you ok, Jasmine?"
I think she's still feeling a little sick," Mr. Jones quickly replied as he bottomed out in me.
I heard Mrs. Jones shift in her seat again. "Oh, poor baby. Well, you're certainly welcome to spend the night at our house. Or at least stay until you're feeling better."
"Mmmmhmmm," was all I could manage. Her husband withdrew to the edge of my pussy and pushed all the way back in. I wrapped my legs around his body, trying to pull him deeper while my hands clutched at his torso. Mr. Jones' strokes were slow and easy, but I could hear our combined breathing over the radio. I wanted to scream out, but we had already gone past the point of absolute danger. There was no reason to push through to full-blown insanity.
"Oh yeah, Jasmine?" Mrs. Jones' voice called out again.
"Unnnhhhh...yesssss."
"Harold has a weekend conference to go to next month. I was wondering if you'd be willing to stay over to watch Alex. Rachel already said she couldn't do it."
"Yeah, I can do it." I was barely able to summon enough oxygen to speak. Mr. Joned wasn't making it easy for me.
"I know weekends are priceless at your age. Are you sure you don't mind?"
"No, I can do it. I—unnnhhh—love doing it." |
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Blimey how can you stop there ! |
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I am imagining the weekend will be when Mrs J gets Jasmine as hers finally ! |
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Wow!! |
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So hot   |
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Beautiful please don't keep us hanging to long. |
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"You don't sound well at all. You really should stay over tonight. I can call your mother and let her know."
"I d—d—don't wwwwant to impose." It was an incredible thing to say given that I was fucking her husband in the backseat behind her.
"We insist," Mrs. Jones said. "Right, Harold?"
"Absolutely," he managed to say. He was doing a good job keeping his voice even. "I'd love to have her at our house tonight." I couldn't tell if he'd meant the double entendre.
After a moment of silence, Mrs. Jones spoke up again. "It's that house up there on the right."
Mr. Jones practically threw his body off of me. "Shit!" he hissed as his head thumped against the ceiling. I scrambled to slide out from under him and swing my feet back over to my side.
"Thank you so much," Mrs. Jones said as we came to a stop at the end of their driveway. I was still stuffing my tits back into my dress and bra when she opened the door and the interior lights came on. Mr. Jones had managed to zip himself back up, but his erection was obvious.
Mrs. Jones shut the door and waved to the driver. I angled my body away from her as I opened my door and slipped out. Mr. Jones came around from the other side of the taxi walking awkwardly and holding his jacket in front of his crotch. I cringed when Mrs. Jones put her arm around Mr. Jones and pulled him in close. She wobbled slightly and leaned into him as they moved up the driveway. |
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Which one is going to visit first xx |
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By *otonfoxMan
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Please continue with the best current story on here |
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Rachel was sitting on the couch in the living room, bathed in the glow of the TV. "Welcome home," she called out as we entered the house.
"How was Alex?" Mrs. Jones inquired.
"He was great," Rachel said. "I gave him a bottle about two hours ago and he went out like a light."
"Thank you, Rachel," Mrs. Jones said. "I'm going to go put on some tea for you, Jasmine."
Rachel's face fell down into a frown. "Are you ok?"
"Yeah, I just...started feeling a little sick," I said.
"I'm sure she'll cum...around," Mr. Jones said. "And then a little rest will set her right." I had to hide my face to conceal my laughter. "Here you are, Rachel," Mr. Jones said, fishing out his wallet.
"Do you need a ride, Jasmine?" Rachel asked as she went to grab her jacket.
"No, that's ok. I'm gonna rest a little before I go home. Mr. Jones will give me a ride."
"I'm counting on it," he said and flashed me a grin when Rachel turned her head. |
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Mrs. Jones reemerged from the kitchen and offered a wave as Rachel left. "I'll be right back. I want to change out of this dress. Jasmine, do you want something else to put on?"
"No, I'm fine. But thank you."
As soon as Mrs. Jones disappeared around the corner at the top of the stairs, I felt Mr. Jones press up against me from behind. "Now, where were we?" I grinned widely and allowed him to lead me over to the couch. He leaned me forward so that my hands were on the back of the couch and I was stretched out over it, doggystyle.
Mr. Jones reached down and hiked up my dress. His thumbs wedged into the waistband of my thong and he began pulling it down my legs. As I stepped out of it, Mr. Jones wasted no time snatching it up and stuffing it in his pocket. I prayed that he wouldn't do something stupid like leave it lying around for his wife to find.
He put his hand on my lower back, lowering me into position. I heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper being lowered and then felt him run his cock head along my puffy, still-wet lips. I gnashed my teeth and dug my fingers into the back of the couch as I waited to feel him enter me. I shook my ass at him and he slapped me on my ass cheek making me jump slightly
"Be a good girl, and maybe I'll give you some cock." His voice was throaty and sent shivers through my bones. |
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"I promise I'll be good. Just let me have—unnnhhh..." Mr. Jones pushed the head of his cock past the mouth of my pussy. When he paused, I tried to rock my hips back to fully impale myself on his cock but he held me in place and leaned over my back.
"I want to hear you beg for it," he whispered in my ear and then licked my earlobe. My body shuddered and my arms nearly gave out.
"Please, Mr. Jones. I'll be such a good girl. Please give me—"
"Do you guys wanna watch a movie?" Mrs. Jones' voice carried down the stairs.
My eyes flew open in time to see her shadow on the wall of the landing at the top of the stairs. I immediately threw myself down on the couch and huddled over my folded legs, trying to disappear into the couch cushions. Mr. Jennings zipped up his pants and spun away from the couch toward the kitchen like a tornado. I wanted to follow him, but I was paralyzed with fear.
I watched wide-eyed from the end of the couch as Mrs. Jones bounded down the stairs. She was wearing a big, white t-shirt that ended just below her butt and stopped at the edge of pink underwear. Her long, blonde hair flowed behind her like a veil as she came around to the couch.
"Hey, Ashley, I'm just getting Jasmine's tea. Can I get you some water?" Mr. Jones poked his head around the doorway from the kitchen while leaving his lower body completely out of sight. |
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"No thanks, I'm fine," Mrs. Jones said as she tucked her legs under her and sat on the opposite end of the couch.
"Are you sure I can't get you some wine, or some fruit or something?" he said, still shielding himself.
"No, I'm sure Harold." She patted the space on the couch next to her. "Come join us."
Mr. Jones inched his body around the corner like he was walking on the ledge of a 20-story building. He was walking gingerly and holding a teacup in front of his pants. He put it on the endtable next to me while using his other hand to shield his crotch. Even as he sat between his wife and I, he kept his hands clasped in his lap. For my own part, I kept as still as possible to avoid drawing any attention whatsoever.
Mrs. Jones thumbed through the channels on their TV. As she quickly flipped from one channel to the next, I couldn't help but notice that one of the adult channels had been subscribed to. I smirked as an image floated across the screen of a man, bare back and bare ass, laying between a woman's legs. Mr. Jones squirmed on the couch next to me.
Mrs. Jones eventually stopped on a romantic comedy that I didn't recognize. She reached behind the back of the couch and grabbed a blanket that she pulled over her body. "Would you like one too, Jasmine?" she said after a moment. Without missing a beat, Mr. Jones leapt from the couch and went to a closet at the far side of the room where he retrieved another blanket. I smiled as he unfolded it and gently draped it over my body. |
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Mr. Jones sat back down between us. "What about me?" he said, gesturing to his lap and lack of a blanket. I grinned as I noticed that it looked like his hardness had gone down.
"Aww, poor baby," Mrs. Jones said and kissed him on the nose. I frowned at her but she couldn't see my face around Mr. Jones. "We can share," she said and lifted the end of her blanket and used it to partially cover Mr. Jones.
"Where's your contribution?" Mr. Jones said with a grin as he turned his head toward me. I untucked my legs and shifted the blanket so that half of it covered him. I jumped when his hand came to rest on my bare thigh. If Mrs. Jones noticed me jump, she didn't say anything. She turned her body into Mr. Jones and nuzzled against him. Once again, I felt envy surging through my veins, but I did my best to ignore them and focus on the movie.
It was about ten minutes later when I felt Mr. Jones' hand squeeze my leg. I shifted my eyes in his direction but didn't otherwise react when he squeezed it again. About thirty seconds passed before his hand shifted position and I felt his fingertips running along the inside of my thigh. I trembled as his hand went higher and passed beneath the hem of my dress. His fingers traced along the edge of my pussy and then over onto my mound. My breath caught in my throat as his hand held its position as if unsure whether to proceed. |
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I hope his other hand is on Mrs Jones pussy at the same time. |
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I'm thinking Mrs Jones has known all along. Those windows at the bbq were never tinted and they are all in on it. |
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Between Christcrch and New Forest |
I think it might not be his hand |
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Still going strong.
And still brilliant. |
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This gets better and better |
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This is a brilliant story. |
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I jumped when I heard Mrs. Jones cough. I paused for a moment, wondering if she knew. Several more moments of silence passed.
We hadn't been discovered. I should've been thankful for that and removed Mr. Jones' hand. I wrapped my hand around his wrist, originally intending to move his hand away. Instead, I pressed it tighter against my pussy.
Mr. Jones' fingers snaked through the thin triangle of hair above my pussy and traced over my lips. I raised a hand to my mouth and bit down on the back of it, hoping the pinch of pain would keep me from crying out. Mr. Jones' fingers teasingly roamed along my lips and across my inner thighs. I wanted him to press them into me, but he continued to toy with me.
I casually slid my butt toward the edge of the couch and spread my legs further. I took hold of his wrist again and guided his fingers back to my pussy. Mrs. Jennings suddenly shifted on the couch and made a sound that sounded like she was about to say something but it got caught in her throat.
I was too intoxicated by lust to stop. I only froze for a moment before arching my hips and pressing my pussy into Mr. Jones' hand. My body shuddered when he slipped a finger past my soaking lips, grazing my clit as he went. I bit down harder on the back of my hand to muffle my moan. Almost by themselves, my hips began rocking on the couch. I closed my eyes, savoring the delicate touch of Mr. Jones fingers. |
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