He doesn't find out.

"Shit!" You cried out, falling back onto the counter and releasing Aimee's head from between your legs. "Aimee, Greg!"

You were out of your mind with need, but summoned the clarity of thought to react.

You scrambled on all fours, and managed to get your pants back on just as the door opened. You looked at Aimee and saw that while she'd put her shirt on, she'd tucked her bra into her purse. Looking to the counter you grabbed both folders from the basement and tucked them under one arm.

*That was close,* you thought, *and more fun, almost getting caught.*

"Stephanie..? I'm home, how was your day?" Greg stood in the doorway looking at you both, noting the wine. "You girls having a good time?"

He dropped his bag near the door and removed his shoes, but you noticed his eyes glued to Aimee's chest. Her nipples formed twin peaks through her thin Ameranth shirt.

You felt a confusing wave of guilt and jealousy writhe up in your throat. Were you jealous of Aimee's boobs? Greg never looked at *your* chest like that! Wait, no! You were jealous because he was staring at the woman who was your... Friend? Lover? What? You shook yourself, knowing the whole line of thought was stupid. Aimee was super hot; and Greg was your husband. The one you cheated on. That last realization triggered another warm spasm between your legs. What was wrong with you?

"Hi Greg!" Aimee chirped, walking up and waving at him as she grabbed her hoodie from the coat rack, "Stefi and I were just going out, actually! I made her promise to keep me company." You stared at the woman, uncomprehending, and she continued, "You remember, Stefi, that *club* I told you about?

Then it clicked. Queen of Hearts! "Oh yeah! Let me grab my things, we don't want to be late!" You hadn't been planning to visit it, but Aimee's idea would get your both out of the house and able to talk about what had just happened. You scooped up one of the bags from the mall, along with your phone and things, and made your way to the door, still holding the folder from the basement.

Greg looked vaguely confused at the sudden departure, but smiled at you in a way that sent waves of guilt radiating through you. "Alright, be safe. I'll watch a movie or something, see you later tonight?"

"I'll bring her by tomorrow," Aimee cut in, pushing her chest forward a bit, "we wouldn't want to wake you up late."

You nodded, still in a horny haze from your denied orgasm, and shrugged/nodded to Greg's raised eyebrow, following after your new friend.

Neither of you spoke until you were securely inside Aimee's car, when you turned toward her. "That was quick thinking, with the club! I can't believe he came home *right* then!" You were painfully horny.

Aimee looked back at you and leaned in for a quick hug before she answered, "I'm good at excuses. Plus, I could have just pointed and grunted, the way Greggy was staring at these tits."

You silently agreed, remembering how his gaze had locked onto her chest. You reached out cautiously as she pulled out of the driveway and gave her right boob a soft squeeze. "They're really great boobs, Aimee." You leaned closer and laid a careful kiss on her neck. "And you smell good, too..."

"You're still horny, aren't you?" She asked slyly, finally noticing your arousal. "Hmm you know, I keep a vibrator in my purse... If you're *really* ****." The look on her face made desperation sound like the best thing ever.

You took only a moment to decide, then you were reaching into her purse and pulling out a simple silver vibrator. It was about five inches long, tapered at the end. You'd never used a vibrator before, and looked to Aimee blankly.

"Hey, sometimes a girl needs to work off steam. I thought about pulling it out to use together before Greggy got home, but I was having too much fun with my mouth." Her grin turned mischievous, "You taste great, by the way."

You blushed deeply, but found a button on the bottom of the vibrator to turn it on, then pressed it against your clit through your pants and panties. The vibration was muffled, but still enough to send your eyes rolling back. Aimee drove you both out on your adventure as you pleasured yourself.

Something was bothering you though, and you needed to talk about it. "Aimee, I think something night be wrong with me. I barely know you, but we've spent most of the day together and I practically begged you to... to go down on me." As you said it, you slipped the vibrator under your pants, and gasped at the more powerful vibration.

"I wondered about that," Aimee's voice had a touch of... Was that amusement? "You seemed really stiff this morning, but I think you're really learning how to relax and have fun, you know?"

"It's more than that," you insisted, grinding the vibrator into your clit through the thin panties, "I bought a bunch of lingerie today... and got a job at a slutty restaurant... and had lesbian sex... cheating on my husband... and now we're driving to a strip club... while I masturbate..." You were getting close to an orgasm...

Aimee giggled, arching a seductive eyebrow toward you, and her voice took up a more flirtatious tone. "Are you saying this because you're nervous about it, or are you saying it because it's getting you off?"

Your blush deepened, if that was possible, and you moaned in response. "Both... I think..." The closer you got to your orgasm, the better you felt about all of this.

Aimee's face was pure tease, "Maybe you're right, Stefi. You've been getting so wrapped up with me, it's probably only a matter of time until you're eating out some stranger in their kitchen after taking them out shopping and getting them a new job with your highschool crush." She licked her lips.

You smiled back at her, giggling a bit at the joke, "Aimee, you're terrible."

"I am," she answered as she parked the car, "and I'm dragging you into this sexy world along with me. You're close, aren't you?"

You nodded, eyes locked on hers, and she leaned over in the car, kissing you hard. "You think you can cum for me, Stefi?"

It was too much, and your hips bucked in the seat under you a you lost yourself in her kiss. She tasted like wine and woman. She smelled like peaches and sex. You'd expected the horny fog to clear after your orgasm, but you felt like you could sit in the car and keep masturbating forever.

Aimee seemed to misinterpret your hesitation, and rested a hand on your leg comfortingly. "Stefi, you're okay with this, right? I know it probably seems like a lot to digest. We can go somewhere else if you like...?" She let the question trail off and you struggled to find an answer for her.