Molly wakes up

Opening her eyes, she could feel a fog in her head from the meds, but she was feeling better. Reluctantly needing to get out of bed, she leaves the comfort of her pillow & blankets and goes to relieve herself. Walking back from the bathroom, Molly puts on her robe surprised there isn’t at least some activity coming from the living room, but it was the first gathering in a while, and they are all not as young as they once were, so most had probably gone home by now.

The light coming into her darkened bedroom as she opened the doors did cause a sharp pain in her dilated eyes, but she was feeling hungry and hoped there was at least something left. Venturing into the living room, she didn’t see much disturbance and was worried that Paul ended up spending most of his time being fastidious again trying to keep things clean and not just letting loose and having fun. She hoped the heels and corset would discourage him from trying to get up and do things, but it sure seemed like someone must have spent time picking up after everyone. Molly chuckled to herself that she should have tried for the French maid outfit on him instead. Still, she hoped there were at least one or two titillating stories she could live vicariously through. Speaking of, she thought she heard a familiar sound from the guest room.

The man’s voice was definitely not Paul’s, so she hoped it meant Katie had found someone to enjoy the evening with. Or maybe just a drunken couple found themselves unable to make it home and took the offered bed. The question of where Paul was did briefly cross her mind, but she figured he must be out transporting tipsy guests home. Regardless, the open door seemed an invitation for her to observe for herself. Or, at least as a good host should, close the door for her guests; maybe.

Hearing the voices grow in intensity as she quietly padded down the hallway, she thought she heard Lou and was glad to see he finally found a girl; he was definitely one of the kindest souls she knew & was always perplexed at the problems he seemed to have finding a long-term lady. ‘Maybe it was Lou & Katie?’ Molly surmised to herself, but that seemed a bit too much like matchmaker ideal & honestly she’d chew him up even at her diminutive size.

As she approached the room, she could see Lou’s back going at it. His partner really seemed to be getting into it as well. Molly always knew he was a big man, but seeing his movement and fluidity, there was a power & grace she did not expect. Moreover, he seemed to handle the not-so-tiny girl before him with a tender control; Molly really took note of his handling as not many men dwarfed her 6-foot frame as much as he did and seeing him in action like this was definitely energizing her awakening mind.

Looking at Lou’s companion, she didn’t recognize the red head, but she doesn’t know many girls by their exposed asses. Judging by her costume, she was not shy about being the slutty princess. Also, she seemed to be reciting some hot mantra. It sounded familiar but she couldn’t place where; she assumed it might have been one Sir Bill used with some of his other girls. She had heard rumors he was training another girl, and she might ‘graduate’ soon; maybe she was her ‘sister’.

Silently watching the couple from the doorway, Molly couldn’t deny her own growing heat; she was second guessing her imposed abstinence with Paul the previous week. If it weren’t for the damn migraine, she should be in her own bed fucking Paul by this point of the night. Mindlessly lost in the vision before her, her hand instinctively moved into her robe teasing her growing clit as she leaned on the door frame enjoy a voyeuristic show in her own home.

She started contemplating scenarios in her head. Would she have had the guts to drag her husband to their bedroom with guests still here? Reaching her finger back, she dipped her finger past her swollen lips to her snatch to gain more lubricant before sliding back to her clit. Would she be able to hold back her own vocalizations if she heard this other slut’s hot panting? Feeling her stiff nipple running across the silk robe, her other hand began rubbing a sharpened nipple. The wild idea of the two couples going at it face to face in the living room in front of the party. She knew she’d never have the guts to actually do it, but the hotness of the idea while she watched the couple from nearby certainly drove up the slim possibility in her aroused mind.

Seeing Lou’s powerful control and drive, the more realistic idea of joining the couple crossed through her mind. She wouldn’t possibly cross this line without talking to her partner first, but she was sure Paul would agree to let her have a play session with Lou. The idea of the massive man picking them both around as if they were overgrown dolls after they would lewdly perform for him; being ‘****’ to worship his cock before tossing the ‘winner’ onto the bed as he mounts her while the other girl makes out with her eagerly waiting her turn.

Molly’s mind continued to elevate the scenarios, getting her closer and closer to the edge as she listened to and watched the show before her. Hearing the other slut talk about cum and getting closer, Molly began to lose herself in the ideas and brought down her other hand to help relieve the first one that was playing her mound striving to bring herself closer to the edge. Frantically rubbing herself trying to get closer to the finishing point, she didn’t even notice her robe falling open, revealing she wore nothing else. All her mind was focused on was the two lovers about to explode and her desire to join them.

However, she could clearly see Lou finish into the hot ass of his slutty girlfriend before she reached her own climax while she continued trying to get her over the last moment. She was so close she was afraid of disturbing them; she bit her lip trying to get to the last bit over the edge.

In the blink of her eyes though, Molly saw the other girl whip around to face Lou and attack his recently ejaculated cock. Afraid she may be seen; Molly silently steps out of the door frame leaning up against the wall. However, something about the brief look of the girl’s face she captured seemed familiar and she ventured lightly looking around the corner with just an eye to try to remain hidden. Seeing the girl look up at her partner with such adoration as she licked his slightly deflating cock, Molly’s mind went through several iterations of denial, refusal, confirmation, and surprise as the face beneath the wig and makeup registered as a very familiar face she knew intimately.

Stepping into the room, her drenched fingers hanging to her side with a surprised look on her face, she could say the only word that kept running through her mind as she looked at the blue eyes staring up at Lou.

“Paul?!?!?”