An invitation to dinner

It was only two days later that, as they were sitting together in the evening Helen’s phone buzzed and she checked it. She looked worried and typed back a reply. She then looked confused and replied some more. “What is it?” asked Mike

“It’s Joey. He freaked me out because he said that Susan knows what we did.”

“Oh.”

“Quite. He says it’s fine though and she wants to talk to me. They want me to go over to dinner tomorrow. Just me.”

Mike’s heart was racing. It seemed a little unusual but he remembered when they were over. Susan gave him a vibe that suggested things would probably be okay. “I think it’s okay if you want to go. I think it will be fine.”

“Are you sure?” asked Helen. “I don’t want to be in a fight or something.”

“I don’t think that’s what’s going on here. Sue told me that she knows what Joey is like. I think she is okay with it.”

“Okay,” she said cautiously. “I’ll say I’ll go but I’m a bit nervous.”

“I’m literally next door,” he reassured her.

Helen smiled back at him and typed the message. The reply came. “Seven-thirty tomorrow.”

“Fine and, if something happens. You know, something sexual, then that’s okay.”

“Do you think something will?”

Mike shrugged. “It’s possible. I just want you to know that if it does then it’s okay.”

“Just tomorrow or any time?” she asked cheekily.

“Wow, a bit keen aren’t you? I did mean tomorrow but the other is also true,” he blushed.

“How do you mean?”

“I mean, you don’t need to ask permission. I just want you to know that. If you want to do something with someone then, okay. Just, don't hide things from me.”

"I," she started. She was about to confess that she had lied about the condom but thought better of it. She thought to would be wiser to leave it in the past and swore to do better. Besides, there was a sexy mood building and she didn't want to spoil it. Helen got up and sat on his lap, enjoying the feel of his erection poking her as she did. “So I can just do anything with anyone whenever I want?”

“I mean, if I need to give you some space, it might be courteous to give me some warning.”

“What if I wasn’t courteous?”

“Then you could expect to see me peeking on you.”

“I think I’d like that,” Helen said, her voice dripping with sex.

“Really?”

“Maybe we should set that up sometime?” She began to make out with him.

“Sure, yeah, sounds good. Maybe I could film it?” he asked his question heavy with the knowledge that he already was.

“Mmm, that would be really sexy. Then we could watch it together.”

“Maybe I could put some cameras in the house, you know, for security?”

“So I would be being filmed all the time?”

“Well, yeah.”

Helen kissed Mike deeply. If you want to do that then I’d be okay with it. The thought of a camera being pointed at me all the time is making me really wet.”

“I’ll look into it,” he lied. He could hardly believe his luck.

“Yes, do it. Mmm, let’s go to bed. I want to see if you can last more than a few pumps inside me.”

“When you are in this mood, I doubt it.”

“I know, that turns me on too. Come on,” she said, getting off his knee and pulling him up to follow her to the bedroom.