Invitation

John says, his voice warm and pastoral. "We're having a Bible study at the house tonight. Just to get everyone back together after the break. I’ve been wanting to see the group again."

I listen, my mind flashing to Rachel—her legs spread on their kitchen counter while John was away, her wedding ring sitting on the nightstand, her voice hoarse from screaming my name into their pillows. My cock stirs against my pants at the memory.

"Yeah, I'd love to come," I say, keeping my tone casual. "What time?"

"Seven. We'll have some snacks, maybe order pizza. Rachel's making that dip everyone likes."

"Sounds good. I'll be there."

We hang up. The thought of sitting across from Rachel in their living room, knowing what she looks like naked, knowing how she sounds when she cums—it's too good to pass up. I wonder what she'll wear. One of those modest dresses that button up the front? The ones I know she wears without panties underneath now.