After the fiasco that was our double date with Mark and Stephanie to see the play, In the Next Room, remarkably, we got an invitation to join them for dinner to celebrate Mark’s birthday. He was turning thirty-five and Stephanie had invited over three couples, including us. That made for eight people, including the man of honor and his lovely wife.
I saw Lola dolling herself up for the party and I said to her, “Look, I don’t want any shenanigans out of you tonight.”
“Can I have some shenanigans in me?”
“No!”
“Daddy,” she said in a sweet voice, putting her hand on my chest and rubbing it, “what are shenanigans?”
“Lo, don’t play dumb with me. You know exactly what I’m talking about. Last time they were here, you broadcast your masturbatory movies over the speaker system and I had to make apologies to our guests. This time we are going to be their guests, so please just let it be an uneventful evening.”
“But that’s so boring, Daddy,” she pouted.
“Boring or not, I’m keeping you on a short leash.” I immediately regretted my choice of words.
Her ears picked up and her eyes opened wide, “A leash?! Yes,” she said, putting up her hands like a dog begging for scraps.
“We leave in five minutes,” I said, ending the exchange.
Eighteen and a half minutes later, she emerged from the bathroom wearing a sheer blouse and her cutoff denim shorts – cutoff a bit too short – high heels, and nothing but smooth, sexy skin between the shoes and the denim.
“You’re not actually wearing that, are you?”
She turned up her nose at me and said, “I certainly am! What’s wrong with it?”
“Nothing, if you’re dressed as Daisy Duke for Halloween. But this is a birthday dinner.”
Sheer Top
“Hrmph,” she grunted, defiantly. “It’s July and it’s hot and I’m hot and I’m wearing this.”
“But your shorts have holes in them,” I exclaimed.
“Yeah, my shorts have two holes in them, and if I’m lucky, I’ll get both of them filled.”
“That’s not what. . .” I gave up, exasperated.
When we arrived, around six, we rang the bell and were let in by Stephanie. She seemed very glad to see us and led us into the living room where everyone was congregated. We were the last to arrive.
To my great surprise, she hadn’t invited three couples. That, apparently, was my assumption. No. She had invited four other women and us. That still made for eight altogether, but it was six women, Mark and me. I was by far the oldest. All the women were in their thirties, except Lo, who was in her twenties. Mark and Stephanie had dropped their kids off with her parents and the only other member of the house was their dog who immediately took an interest in Lo, putting his snout in her crotch and sniffing as soon as we were in the door. My first thought was, “She’s not wearing panties under those shorts I bet.”
Short Shorts
We introduced ourselves and sat in the loveseat. Mark, the man of the hour, was seated in a large recliner. The other women and Stephanie were on the sectional couch. I immediately thought of an episode of “The Bachelor.” I felt like I was the T.V. camera viewing all these women vying for Mark’s attention. Apparently Lo wasn’t the only one with the hots for him. But why, I wondered, had Stephanie invited them all over? And why did she invite us?
Then I remembered what Stephanie had said to me the night she and Mark threw the Super Bowl party. With tears in her eyes, she said that she hadn’t had a sex drive since their second kid was born, but she wanted Mark to be happy. Was this a set-up for him? – Happy birthday, darling, have your pick of the women.
I could tell, just by looking at Lo and how she practically bared her breasts to Mark every time she reached for an appetizer on the coffee table, that she was mentally making the very same calculations as I. If that was Stephanie’s game, then Lo was keen on being the winner.
The conversation turned to the heat wave we were experiencing and Lo made some remark about how good the AC felt. As she said it, I could see her nipples clearly protruding through the thin white material of her blouse. Yep, she was cooling down alright, just as she was heating things up.
I was curious about these other four women. Who were they? I didn’t remember them from the Super Bowl party.
I eventually found out that Mark didn’t know them either. They were friends of Stephanie’s and new friends at that. Lo had an in; she was the oldest friend Mark had there, and also the youngest.
Stephanie brought drinks and Lo got more comfortable. She slipped out of her heels and I noticed that she had gotten a pedicure and manicure. Her little toes looked like shiny red candy, as did her fingernails.
Even with the AC on, the cold drinks had condensation dripping down the sides, and I suspect that that wasn’t all that was dripping.
Stephanie said she wanted to do presents before dinner and that we had to go outside for Mark’s gift.
We all filed out the front door except Stephanie. When we were in the front yard, we were all wondering what was going to happen. Suddenly the garage door opened and, voilà! Stephanie was standing by a Honda CG 150. “Ta-da!” she said.
Mark was super excited and he practically ran up to the bike and gave Stephanie a big kiss.
“Let’s go for a ride!” he said to her. But she declined, using getting dinner ready as an excuse. “Anyone?” he asked to us. Of course, Lola immediately volunteered.
Stephanie passed her a helmet and after Mark got on, she hopped on, swinging her right leg over the machine, practically exposing the two holes she had mentioned earlier. She slid up behind Mark, resting her hands on his broad shoulders.
“I thought you were terrified of motorcycles?” I asked her.
“I am. But I’ll just have to hold on tight,” she said, reaching around Mark’s waist.
Mark started the machine and revved it up and I saw how excited the sound made Lo. Off they went, the back of her bum peeking out of the top of her short shorts.
The rest of us went inside.
The other women went into the living room and I offered to help Stephanie with dinner.
“Hey Steph,” I said.
“Yeah?”
“What’s going on?”
“What do you mean?” she asked naïvely.
“The women, Lo?”
She put down the bowl of salad and turned to me. “HH, we had a talk last time you were here. You remember.”
I nodded my head.
“If he can’t be happy with me, then at least I can help him to be happy with someone else.”
“What do you mean not happy with you?”
“I see what’s going on. I know that he has needs that I just can’t fulfill. I see how he looks at Lo. I’m not dumb. I want him to be satisfied.”
“Sex is one thing,” I said, “but it’s not everything.”
“Right.” I couldn’t tell if that was a sarcastic “right” or just apathetic.
“So, he can be happy with you.”
“Well, I want to make sure that he’s happy with me.”
“I’m sure he is,” I said to her, reassuringly.
Meanwhile, on the motorcycle, Lo was holding on to Mark around the waist and, as they rode, her hands slid lower, little-by-little.
They turned down a road that drove down to a secluded lake in the woods. They hopped off the bike and took off their helmets.
“This is beautiful,” said Lo, looking out at the lake as the pink hues of dusk illumined the horizon.
Mark stood still, looking out over the equally placid lake. All that could be heard was the gentle rustle of leaves in the trees as the evening breeze filtered through the woods.
“You want to swim?” asked Mark.
“That sounds so good!” replied Lo as she began to slip out of her blouse and short-shorts.
She was naked before Mark even undid a button. “You weren’t kidding, were you?” asked Lo.
“Uh, um, no,” he said, “I was just watching you,” he said, a little startled, perhaps, at Lo’s eagerness and lack of panties.
“Well, come on then,” she said, helping him to undo his shirt buttons.
“How will we dry off?” he asked.
“On the bike,” she said. “Come on, it will feel good.”
She removed his shirt and then he undid his belt and slid him out of his jeans. He slowly took off his boxers to reveal to Lo the object of her fantasies.
“That’s it,” she said, biting her lower lip.
The two of them were naked and they went into the water.
“I just can’t get my hair wet,” said Lo as she led him in. “Mmmmm, it feels so good.”
They were in – Lo up to her belly button, Mark only up to his thigh.
She turned toward Mark and gave him a long, wet, open-mouthed kiss.
Mark didn’t resist. . . until the end. He then pushed her away.
“Lo,” he said.
“Fuck me,” she said.
“Lo,” he repeated.
“Fuck me, please.”
He was speechless. He turned and walked out of the water. Lo watched his sculpted back and buttocks as he did and then she followed him to the shore.
“Let me blow you,” she said, dropping to her knees. “Smack my face with your cock,” she said as she grabbed the hefty appendage and proceeded to use it in the way she described. It remained flaccid in her hands.
“Lo,” he said one more time, “I can’t do this.”
She looked up at him from below, her lips slightly open, ready, hungry, wanting to take it in her mouth.
“Lo,” said Mark, as his gentle hand encouraged Lo to stand up, “I love Stephanie. I know she’d be happy for me to have you or one of the other women she invited over.”
Lo pouted at the mention of them.
“But I can’t. I know I have flirted with you and led you on, but I just can’t. It would be wrong.”
He didn’t have to say any more. Lo knew that the game was over, though she stole lusty glances at his lengthy instrument.
They walked to the bike and Lo said, “Put the clothes over here. We’ll air dry.”
They both got on the machine naked. Mark started it up and they rode through the still evening air by the vacant lake. Lo couldn’t help but reach around and grab at Mark’s cock on the bike. He didn’t seem to mind.
After a quick drive, they returned to the clothes, got off the bike and got dressed in silence before Lo said, “Mark, I understand how you feel and I respect it, but it’s such a shame. . .” she trailed off.
Getting back on the bike and driving back to Mark’s birthday party, Lo held on to Mark, tightly, but above the crotch.
When they returned, we had dinner – a BBQ in the backyard. At one point, Mark and I were alone. Lo had informed me privately earlier about their exchange by the lake. I said to Mark, “You’re a lucky man to have a woman like Stephanie.”
“And you’re lucky to have a woman like Lo.”
“Oh, I don’t have her. She has me. That’s for sure.”
“Well, then you’re lucky she has you,” he said.
“Yes, I am.”
“I bet she is amazing in bed,” he confided.
I took a sip of my G&T and said, “You have no idea.”
“I’d like to have an idea,” he said.
So I gave him a little birthday gift. I told him, “When we fuck – and she likes to fuck often – she’ll lie on the bed and tell me how much she needs my cock. I’ll slide in her wet and wide pussy. She’ll slide her right hand into her puss until both her hand and my cock are snug in there. And then, with her other hand free, she’ll look at your pictures.”
“No!” he said.
“I kid you not.”
“Really?!”
“I don’t know why I’m telling you all this. If I’m not mistaken, I think Lo got you an extra-special birthday gift.”
After the party was over and Lo and I were at home, I told Lo about my chat with Mark.
“I can’t believe you said those things about me!”
“Why not? They’re true.”
“Because,” she said with attitude, “when you write, your words are so much more poetic.”
“Sorry, dear, I read better on the page than in person.”
“That’s the difference between you and me,” she said, “I’m always better in the flesh,” she said as she bent over to show me just how short her shorts are.
“Well, he’ll just have to settle for the two-dimensional Lo,” I said as I slapped her ass hard.
“What do you mean by that?” she asked, waiting for more punishment.
“You’re not fooling anyone, dear. I saw your wrapped present for him.”
“Oh, you did, did you?” she said, looking up at me from between her legs.
“Yeah, and it looked just like the latest Match, Cinder & Spark.”
She stood up and said, “Well, you’re wrong.”
“Really? What was it then?”
“It wasn’t just the latest Match, Cinder & Spark, it was both volumes: IV and V.”
“Feeling generous, were you?”
“When I’m the gift, there’s no point to being stingy.”
“Then why didn’t you give him volumes I-III?”
“I want him to come back for more. Now fuck me, Daddy. I’m way overdue for a good pounding. And if you are good, I’ll tell you the details about my ride with Mark.”
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