After a long week with the children, we'd finally managed to get them all packed up and off to their various friends' houses, and were looking forward to a weekend without them. It had been a while- it was difficult to get time for ourselves, which meant that when we did get time alone together we made plans to spend it well. Tonight we had dinner plans with our friends Cathy and Steve- we'd met them a few months ago and had become close friends. You and Steve were always helping each other with projects around our houses, and Cathy and I had become good friends, trading children back and forth and talking about house projects. Lately, with the coming of summer, things had gotten a little more intense, and our mutual interest in each other as couples had started to show through a bit more. We were both excited about the possibilities for tonight, and had planned this dinner for a time when we'd have the entire weekend without children.
I had just gotten out of the shower and was downstairs in the kitchen making up a tray of vegetables when you came in the back door from a last-minute trip to the grocery store. You put the groceries on the counter and came over to me just as I was turning to say hello. Taking me in your arms, you perched me on the edge of the counter and wrapped my legs around you, as we kissed for what seemed like forever, your hands running up the back of my thin cotton sundress and through my still-damp curls as you pressed my face into yours.
"Mmmmmmmm, husband," I said. "Did you EVER think that we were going to be alone in the house again?"
"It's been a long time, baby," you agreed. "And you look so fuckable in that...Cathy is just going to eat you up tonight."
You slipped your hand up my thigh, and laughed when you realized how wet I already was. "You amaze me, Susan," you said. "You are the only woman I've EVER met who is wet all of the time...God, Cathy is going to eat you up tonight."
As I told you exactly what I wanted us to do with her and Steve tonight, you slipped two fingers inside of me, pressing your other hand against my back to keep me still. I whispered in your ear, loving the feel of your strong shoulders against my hands as I held on to you, you stroking my clit quickly with your thumb, bringing me to a number of quick orgasms before you took your hand away, against my protests.
"No more right now, baby...you'll get yours later."
I grabbed you around the waist, fully intending to give you a quick head job and share my growing excitement, but you slapped me on the butt and told me to get back to dinner while you had a quick shower. As I happily put the groceries away and finished making dinner, you came back into the kitchen, wearing a tight t-shirt that you knew I loved since it showed off your shoulders and back, and a pair of tight jeans guaranteed to drive me crazy.
"God, Paul," I said, "I don't think I'm the only one who's going to get eaten up tonight. With the way that Cathy's been looking at you lately, I bet her panties hit the floor before she even gets through the door."
You laughed. "And you know I can't wait to get that bra off of her and see what those breasts are really like. Damn, you know how much I love you Susan, but I've missed breasts!"
I mock punched you, and then stood happily in the circle of your arms as we reaffirmed everything that we mean to each other, and how deep our love and desire for each other are.
A few minutes later, as we were busy organizing the last of the meal, we heard Cathy and Steve coming up the driveway. They came in the kitchen with lots of exclamations of "Hello" and "Wow, you look good," and "Isn't it nice not to have children for a while?"
