After The Party

He was not happy. They had been at a party, one of those dreary political things where the men maneuvered for position and the wives tried to maintain a semblance of friendliness made difficult by all the infighting and gossip. The main reason for his present attitude was that Barbara had disappeared for quite some time at a point when he sorely needed her support in an argument with the Mayor. She had finally reappeared but not before he had found himself being seconded to the budget committee and despite his welcoming smile she sensed she was in big trouble. They left as early as was politely possible and drove home in silence. Her heart skipped a beat when she thought about what might be in store for her but she remained silent knowing that it would be unwise to further provoke him. Anyway, she had something she thought he might be interested in hearing and that comforted her. They arrived home to find that the maid had set the fire in the drawing room and put the children to bed before going to her own quarters in the annex. After putting their coats away Barbara went straight to the drinks cabinet to mix him a whisky and soda as a peace offering which he grudgingly accepted before retiring to his favorite chair. She mixed her own drink and was about to sit across from him when he finally spoke. 'Stand there, don't move'. His voice had an edge to it she knew so well. She felt her nipples harden under her dress in anticipation of what might come and slowly put her drink down on the nearest table before standing before him, her eyes locked to his like a deer in the headlights. 'What the hell happened tonight? Where did you disappear to? I really needed you on my side when I was talking to that buffoon. Where you fooling around with that intern from the legal department, I know you think he's hot? Well? Speak up'. She took a breath, marshaling her thoughts. A spark of arousal made her tingle down there and she briefly squeezed her thighs together. 'It wasn't like that, actually I was talking with Cassie, she was dreadfully upset and needed a shoulder to cry on'. 'I see'. He didn't sound convinced. 'What was her problem?' 'She had just found Gordon with a waiter in one of the upstairs rooms'. He leaned back. And what was Gordon doing with this waiter? 'She told me that the door to the room was ajar and when she looked in Gordon was on his knees in front of the waiter and was sucking his cock.' He held up his hand as a signal for her to stop and then put his whiskey down on the side table. He leaned forward, elbows on knees and considered this for a moment. 'You mean she had no idea he was bi? Everyone else knew'. 'No, it was a complete shock to her and when I found her in the garden she was a real mess. Talking about divorce and such'. He relaxed back in the chair. So what did you do? 'Well, I smuggled her up to an upper floor bathroom so she could repair her makeup and so on, but she was crying so much it seemed impossible. All I could do was sit next to her, put my arms around her and held her tight. She calmed down a bit then and finally I was able to persuade her to sort herself out. She washed her face and redid her makeup and then said she needed to pee but when I made to go out of the room she pleaded with me to stay saying she couldn't bear to be alone'. His eyes had changed now, the coldness had gone and she could see a flicker of interest. He sat back in the chair and unzipped himself. He reached in and pulled out his already hardening cock. He rubbed it absentmindedly. Continue. He said. Her hands were gripping her thighs now, seeing him holding himself like that always made her ache for him. She took a breath. I sat back on the edge of the tub and watched as she reached down for the hem of her dress and pulled it up. She was wearing black pantyhose and she dragged them down to her calves before she sat down. She wasn't wearing any panties. He was rubbing more earnestly now. Describe her he grunted. Barbara hesitated for a second. She was shaved down there. Just a small strip of blonde hair was all she had. Oh and another thing was, her labia, they protrude much more than mine. 'Did she know you were looking?' 'Yes. In fact she made a point of keeping her knees apart when she sat down and she smiled at me as she did so'. He held up his left hand. 'Lift your dress up' he commanded. She could feel her heart beating faster as she reached down for her skirt. She wondered what his reaction would be. The hem reached the tops of her navy blue nylons and she heard his breath catch as the pale strip of naked thigh came into view. 'Higher' He ordered. She obeyed and was pleased to see his eyes following the exposed flesh until he realised she was pantyless. 'Where are your panties? he demanded. 'I was just about to explain to you' she said sweetly. She knew that, despite his bluster, she was in control now, though she would never say that to him. Barbara moved her feet apart, she knew how much he liked to look at her. She didn't touch herself despite the sudden urge to do so because he hadn't given his permission. 'When Cassie had finished she dried herself and then made way for me to go. As I sat there she stood right in front of me and took her dress off. Then she asked me if I thought she was attractive. Of course I said yes'. 'Why of course?' He was pleasuring himself freely now, dress trousers and underwear discarded, his knees spread and his fist working hard on his cock. 'Well, I really do find her very sexy so it was an easy thing to say'. 'Then what happened?' Barbara took a deep breath, this was going to be the most difficult part to describe without losing herself in the memories but she knew she had to at least try. 'She waited until I had finished and then asked if I would make love to her. She said that seeing her husband like that had really upset her but had also really turned her on and she needed to cum. She went on to say that she had always been attracted to me and having seen the way I looked at her now knew that I felt the same way'. All I could do was nod, I wasn't sure what she wanted from me so I let her take the lead. She asked me to take my panties off completely and as I did so she slipped her pantyhose off. His hand was a blur now, the fingers of his other hand cradling his balls. He was staring at her sex but she could tell his brain was back in that bathroom trying to imagine what she was describing. She hesitated long enough for him to look up to her face. When he did, he saw how flushed she was and quickly said 'Yes, move closer, do it with me'. She moved to stand before him, her hand between her legs. They watched each other intently. Barbara continued her narrative in a breathless urgent fashion. 'I sat there with my knees apart just as she had and waited to see what she would do. She stepped towards me and straddled my legs. Then she slowly sat down on my knees, facing me. We were so close. Her chest was in my face and she slipped her shoulder straps off and pulled the front of her dress down so I could kiss her nipples. Then she took my hand and pulled it down between us until I was touching her vagina. She begged me to masturbate her and when I started she kissed me long and hard on the lips. Soon I felt her hand joining mine and she had her fingers inside me. It was so sexy feeling her hand brushing against mine as we rubbed each other that I was cumming in no time and so was she'. He grunted, his hand slowing to those long unsteady strokes which signalled his imminent orgasm. She knew just a few more details would be enough to send him over the edge. 'She was so wet I could hear my fingers inside her and she came really quickly. She told me not to stop and soon she was cumming a second time, much stronger this time, in fact it was feeling her gush all over my hand that made me cum a second time too. He groaned and muttered oh FUCK and then he was cumming, long ropes of thick white semen spurting from his big cock and running back over his hand. Barbara was rubbing herself hard and fast until she suddenly came and collapsed onto him. She could feel his cock pulsing against her tummy. 'So what happened to your panties?. 'She asked me if she could have them. She said she wanted to wear them in bed tonight so she could wake up tomorrow morning thinking of me. She said I could have them back when I went to see her next Tuesday. How could I refuse a request as romantic as that?' He chuckled 'how indeed' and then he picked his wife up and carried her pantieless self up to bed where, to her great relief, she still received the good spanking she so obviously deserved.