Sometime After Midnight

My friend invited my wife and I to a party at his house.

"Do you think he'd mind if Michelle came too?"

"I doubt it." I said. We were sitting on the couch, watching t.v. "Do you want me to call him?"

"Yeah, sure,"

I took my cell phone off the table and called Mike. He answered. We talked. I set the phone back on the coffee table.

"Well?" My wife said, looking at me.

"He doesn't mind," I said.

"It'll be late tonight. Do you care if she stays here?"

"Nope."

We spent the next couple of hours watching t.v. , napping. Around six, I nudged my wife.

"Hmmm?"

I kissed her mouth.

"Not now," she said. "I have to get ready."

I got up off the couch and went into the kitchen. When I came back, my wife was gone. I flipped the channel to some football game. My wife came out about a half hour later. "Is that what you're wearing?" She asked.

"Yeah." I was wearing jeans and a polo.

"You look good," She said.

"You too."

My wife sat down on the couch next to me. She was wearing a black skirt, top. I put my hand on her thigh.

"Michelle's going to be here," she said.

I retracted my hand.

About a half hour later, the doorbell rang. My wife got up off the couch and opened the door.

"Hi!"

"Hello!"

They hugged at the door, and then came in.

"Hi," Michelle said looking at me.

"Hi."

"Isn't she looking sexy?" My wife asked, spinning Michelle around. "Look at that butt."

"Yeah," I said. They both started giggling, then walked past the t.v. and into the kitchen,

Michelle did have a nice butt. Small, tight, and her face was pretty too, but I didn't think much of her in that way. My wife had mentioned once that she'd had "hand sex." She was twenty-four at the time. Michelle flirted quite a bit. She even flirted with me, in a way I thought would make my wife uncomfortable if it was another woman. But Michelle possessed an innocent sexuality that didn't intimidate other women.

My wife came into the living room. "Ready?"

"Yeah," I said. I turned the t.v. off. We all waked outside, I locked up behind the girls.

I drove. Traffic was light for a Saturday night. Nobody had much to say in the car. Just the radio, the lights of passing cars and street, the tall buildings of downtown in the distant night sky.

I pulled up in front of my friend's house. We all got out, walked to the front door. We were greeted by a small crowd. Some simple introductions were made before we were directed to the drinks. I asked the girls if they wanted anything. They wanted wine. I went and got them each a glass and brought it back to them. I went back into the kitchen of the house and got a beer.

I drank and talked with my friends. My wife found a group, and I could see Michelle, in a corner, talking to some guy. He thought he was getting somewhere, but I knew Michelle.

After a few hours, my wife approached me.

"Time to go?" She was fairly drunk.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"Two."

"All right. Where's Michelle?"

We scanned the room. She was talking to another guy.

"Round-up your friend," I said.

'You make us sound like cattle."

"Well..." I laughed. My wife slapped me on the shoulder, went and got Michelle.

We were all in the car. Michelle was drunk, but not as drunk as my wife.

"So, Michelle, didn't want to go home with one of those hotties?" My wife asked this, then laughed.

"No," she said. "Just talking."

My wife giggled.

"Anyways," Michelle said. "I was already going home with you two. Or, Luke, really."

I laughed. Then I felt Michelle's hands on my shoulders. She rubbed them. My wife laughed.

"You little slut," my wife said, still giggle.

"I know," Michelle said. She took her hands off my shoulders.

I pulled into the driveway. We all got out, and I unlocked the door to the house.

"Good night all," Michelle said, walking towards the guest bedroom.

"Night," I said.

"Night," my wife said.

I went into the fridge, poured myself a glass of water, drank it quick and poured another glass. I wanted to avoid a hang over.

"Night hun," my wife said, walking off to bed.

"Night."

I finished my water, then poured another glass and went into the living room. I turned on the t.v. After about ten minutes, I got up and went to the bathroom. I peed, then went to the living room, got my glass, poured another glass of water and went back into the living room.

When I woke up, I was groggy and really had to pee. I turned off the t.v. and walked to the bathroom. It was still dark, but I didn't know what time it was. I turned on the light in the bathroom, shut the door and pulled down my boxers. Before I could pee, I heard something, then saw the knob of the door turn out of the corner of my eye. I froze, it opened.

It was Michelle. I gasped. She was what I was doing. Her eyes got wide, then she turned her head and shut the door.

Fuck, I thought, mildly embarrassed. I stood there, at the ready.

The doorknob turned, and the door came open. It was Michelle again. I covered up this time. Michelle smiled at me. She motioned "down" with her eyes. I mouthed, "what?" She motioned "down" with her eyes again, mouthed "I want to watch," and gave me a silly smile.

I looked at her, looked around the bathroom. The rest of the house was quiet. I looked up, then back at Michelle. All right, I thought. She's probably never seen it done before. It'll be like science class. I pulled my boxers down. My cock flopped out, a little plumper now, for the audience. Michelle watched, I watched her, and watched my cock. I started to pee. A slow stream. I was watching Michelle. She smiled. She looked at me. "Can I hold it?" She whispered.

I looked at her. Had it been another girl, I don't think I would've have hesitated. But she was my wife's friend, and I didn't think of her like that. But I looked at her. She was giving me a pleading look. I relented.

Michelle smiled, gave a "yippee" look, then reached out. She slowly wrapped two fingers and her thumb gingerly around my cock as I continued to pee. She held it still for a moment, and then moved it around, directing the stream. I looked at her, she smiled, put her other hand flat against her mouth. She moved her hand, "This is fun," she whispered.

I smiled.

After a minute, the flow stopped. She looked up at me, frowned. She shook it a little, a couple drops dropping off the tip. I wasn't hard, but plump.

Michelle stopped shaking, but didn't move her hand. I looked at her. She looked back at me. The look on her face changed. She wrapped the rest of her hand around my cock. Her hand was hot, her fingers soft. I started to stiffen in her palm. She gave me an excited smile. I was nervous, didn't have much of any look on mine.

It stiffened in her hand. She smiled, then moved her hand slowly, up and down my shaft. She came closer to me, pressing her body against mine. "Does that feel good?" She whispered in my ear. I nodded.

She kept stroking. Her fingers and thumb wrapped firmly against my cock. She was stroking in a steady motion. "Its thick," she said.

I moaned softly. Her hand was hot and soft. She was stroking firmly, but gingerly. A little drip of pre-cum formed on the tip of my cock. Michelle smiled, worked her hand over my head, and brought back down over my shaft.

My cock looked big and fat in her hand. I never thought I had a huge cock, but it looked big in her palm. "You're not going to tell Mary, are you? Our secret?"

I nodded and she squeezed it a bit more. She moaned softly in my ear, telling me how hot it looked, how good it felt in her hand. "You're such a hard boy, aren't you?"

She turned me away from facing the toilet, then got down on her haunches. She licked the tip of my cock, the put her whole mouth over it. My hips pushed back, then forward. I moaned softly as she ran her hot, wet mouth up and down my shaft.

She sucked my cock softly for about thirty seconds, then stood up and pressed her body against mine. She kissed me, then sucked softly on my ear as her hand found my cock again. "Do you want to come lay in my bed for a while?" She asked.

I paused. "I don't think I should," I said.

"Mary's passed out," She said. "Just for a minute." She took my hand with the hand that wasn't stroking me, placed it between her legs. I rubbed between her thin short-shorts. "Go under my shorts," she said. I slid my hand up her front, then back down into her shorts. She wasn't wearing panties. I traced down her front, ran y finer slowly across her lips. The were hot. "Put your finger in me," she said. I pressed my finger slowly between her lip, into her wet pussy. She moaned in my ear. I drew it out, running my finger back up her lips to her clit. I pressed her clit with my wet finger. "Let's go back to my bed."

"Can't we just do it here?"

"What do you think we're going to do?" She squeezed my cock hard.

"I'm worried Mary will wake up."

"Mary's sleeping."

Michelle dropped my cock, went back down on her haunches, and put my cock back in her mouth. She sucked hard, running her tounge in circles around my head. She stood back up. "My legs get tired," she said. She took my hand out of her shorts, and put it in front of my mouth. I licked then finger I'd pressed inside of her. "Don't you want to taste more?"

All I could think about was how good her mouth felt on my cock. I looked around. "All right," I said.

"Bring a condom," she said.

"All right." I didn't have any in the bathroom. I went back to the bedroom. Mary was sleeping soundly. I went to my side of the bed, opened the drawer of the nightstand and grabbed a condom. I left the bedroom. Mary was still sound asleep.

I walked to the guest bedroom. The lights were off. I walked in. Michelle was in the bed. I approached the bed, she reached out and grabbed me, pulled me towards her. She kissed my mouth, I kissed her back.

We kissed. She slowly worked into position, grinding herself against my throbbing cock. Finally she went back down, this time removing my shorts totally.

She had me flat on my back. She put her pussy over my face. I started licking her. She was hot, salty. Her scent made my cock throb. I felt her hand on my cock, then her mouth.

Her mouth was wet and hot on my cock, her pussy wet and hot on my tounge. She was grinding on my face as she sucked me, slowly, then faster. She turned around.

"Did you bring a condom?"

"Yeah." I reached over the side of the bed and picked it up off the carpet. She took it from my hand.

I heard her fumble with the wrapper, then felt the wt latex slide slowly over my head and shaft. Michelle turned so I could see her face then lowered herself over my cock.

She pressed down, my cock slowly pressing between her wet, hot lips. She smiled as I slid all the way into her. She started riding me, slowly. Sliding up, then down, grinding her clit down on me. I held her hips as she started to work faster. She was soaking wet. She went faster and faster, then almost paused in mid-stride before coming down on me slow and hard. I saw it in her face and she squeezed my chest. She went up and down a few more times slowly, her eyes wide with pleasure.

She leaned down and kissed me, then started working my cock with her pussy again. She was mouthing, "come, come" as my cock slid in and out of her tight pussy.

I felt it build, and then, release. I brought her hips down as I lost my load inside the condom inside of her.

She kept me inside of her while we kissed, and then rolled off of me. "You better get to bed," she said.

"Yeah." I kissed her once more, then left the room, quietly shutting the door behind me. I stopped by the bathroom, washed my face. Back in the bedroom, Mary was still sleeping soundly.