"We have a problem," John started. He had just come in from next door, a little civilized tea break with Amanda and Clark. Amanda had promised Lisa she'd take care of John's meals while she was away with baby Kevin at her parents'. I could have taken care of that but apparently a woman's touch was needed, Lisa had said. Not that in any way she would know how her husband was being taken care of in my bed.
"What is it? Is it Lisa?" In a flash I thought she had finally known, that the jig was up. The question that came foremost to my mind was with whom would Kevin stay?
"No. It's that damn Clark, the nosy son-of-a-bitch. He saw us in the garage last time." Ah yes, last time when it had been raining out and I had returned from the bus stop by foot. The rain drenched my shirt and made my nipples perk up which drove John crazy as he rushed me via the garage door, not wanting to wet the threshold. He had pushed me against the car and slid down my shorts and entered me in one long firm push, with only the thunder to mask my moans. In the heat of the moment we even forgot that the garage door was still open, but lust had a way of clouding judgement. "Now he wants in."
"What do you mean?"
For once John looked vulnerable, like a guilty child whose toy was about to be taken away. "He wants to fuck you."
That was how we found ourselves in my bedroom, John observing at the seat at foot of bed, me slowly undressing myself before Clark who was sitting benevolently in my bed, the bed that had witnessed many a night of love and sex between me and John. Clark was dressed simply, in a black t-shirt and khaki shorts, which did not mask the fact that under those garments he had a great body, honed from his years of woodwork and carpentry. No one seeing him now would suspect him of anything, much less blackmail, and was about to fuck a man for the first time.
Despite the situation I felt the first flickers of arousal rise within me.
