No, I hear something

My hand was reaching for the lamp to turn off the light when it dawned on me that the house was suddenly very quiet and I remember thinking that maybe they had a quickie and were already finished, but that thought was almost immediately interrupted by Amanda yelling "Are you fucking kidding me!?" then I heard their door open and the sound of angry footsteps coming down the hall. The look on her face as she turned the corner into the TV room was a mix of frustration and annoyance, but what I was focused on was her body. Amanda was wearing an outfit that was definitely not intended for my eyes; a black, corset top that was accented with rhinestones across the top of the arcing neckline, a pair of matching black, thong panties, black, thigh-high nylons, and a pair of black, platform stiletto heels that looked like they belonged to a stripper.

I don't think it dawned on Amanda what she was wearing in front of me because instead of trying to cover herself up, she started bitching about Eric. "I guess I shouldn't be too surprised, but that fucker is passed out cold right now!" she said, obviously upset. "and I wanted to get laid!"

It was right about this point where the blood started leaving my brain, taking with it the last little bit of my impulse control and rushing to my dick which started pushing against the thin material of my boxers. Before I could even think about what I was saying, I blurted out "Fuck Amanda, you always look good, but I've never seen you look this good before! You are sexy as fuck right now!"

Amanda obviously had plenty of **** left in her system as well because even with me bringing attention to her outfit she showed no sign of embarrassment and merely agreed with me. "I know, right!? I told him I'd be right back and that I was going to put on something sexy for him and when I go back into the room, he's passed out! He went and ruined the surprise!" she said in a whiney tone then pushed out her bottom lip in a pout that made her look even sexier.

I stepped closer to her, the hunger in my eyes obvious as I drank in the sight of her body. "Well, as you can see, I sure appreciate the surprise," I said with a smirk then looked down to draw her eyes to the bulge that was straining against my boxers. "Why don't you turn around for me so I can see what that outfit looks like from behind?" I requested, the boldness of my words surprising even myself.

Amanda's cheeks flushed a little, but she didn't hesitate, turning around slowly and swaying her hips a little as she did, teasing me with the view of her plump, round ass cheeks peeking out from the thong. She looked over her shoulder and smiled. "Is this what you had in mind?" she asked, her voice dripping with seductiveness.

"Fuck yes," I murmured, unable to stop myself from reaching out and giving her a gentle squeeze. Her skin was warm and smooth under my touch, and when she didn't pull away, I couldn't resist but run my hand up and down the curve of her ass, feeling it jiggle slightly with every movement. "I don't know if I've told you this lately, but your ass is phenomenal." I said, my voice low and hungry.

Amanda giggled and leaned back into me then brought her hand back to cover mine, pressing it harder into her cheek. "Thank you, Dave," she said, her voice a little breathy. "It's not often that a mother of two gets complimented on her ass like that by someone other than her husband." She paused for a moment, her eyes fluttering shut as she enjoyed the sensation, and I felt my cock throb at the thought of what was happening.

"That's a shame for someone as sexy as you." I began, my voice dropping to a whisper as I leaned closer to her, my breath hot against her neck as I whispered into her ear. "I guess you won't mind hearing about fantastic your tits are or how hard you've got me right now then either." I said, my hands moving to her waist and pulling her closer so that my bulging erection was pressing against the crack of her ass. I felt her shiver under my touch and knew I had her full attention. "You know, just because Eric is passed out, doesn't mean you can't still get laid tonight."

Amanda turned to face me, her cheeks flushed and eyes wide, but not with shock or disgust. No, she was looking at me with pure, unbridled lust. "What are you suggesting, Dave?" she asked, her voice a low purr as she bit her bottom lip.

"Well Amanda, Eric told me a while ago that you had a thing for me in high school," I began, watching her expression carefully. "And now here we are, with him passed out and you looking like a fucking goddess in this lingerie. I'm just offering to be the good guy here and let you fuck me so you can finally make your high school fantasy come true." I said with a smirk.

Her eyes searched mine for a moment, looking for any signs of jest or doubt, but finding none she leaned in closer, her breath hot on my cheek. "Don't pretend like you haven't fantasized about me too." she whispered, her hand sliding down to grip the shaft of my cock through the fabric of my boxers. "Eric tells me everything and I know the things you've said about satisfying me in ways that he can't when you two have had more than a few drinks. He may have thought you were joking, but I don't think you were, were you?"

I felt my cock pulse in her hand, my desire for her growing stronger. "What if you're right and I wasn't joking?" I replied, my voice thick with lust. "What if I've been dreaming about this moment for years? About filling your hot, wet pussy up with my thick cock? About staring at that incredible ass of yours as I pound into you from behind? About making you cum so hard you scream my name?"

Amanda looked at me with a mix of surprise and excitement. "Well, I guess if you're sharing secrets, I guess it's only fair I tell you what I fantasized about in high school." She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling dramatically. "What if I told you I used to picture myself getting onto my knees and sucking on this big, fat cock of yours until you were ready to explode?" she whispered, her eyes never leaving mine. "What if I said I've dreamt of riding you like the cock-hungry whore I am, taking every inch you've got and begging for more?"

The air between us was thick with desire, and I knew I had to have her. "So, what's stopping you, Amanda?" I asked, my voice a low growl of need. "Is it the fact that Eric's down the hall? Because let's be real, Eric's probably going to be passed out until sometime tomorrow afternoon and isn't going to be able to do anything for you tonight. I can promise you, I'll make it worth your while."