The aftermath

With dirt on my knees, I pull my pants up over my bare ass. I can’t take another smack from Joey.

With precision Rachel scoops my cum off her tits and flicks it into the brush. Once she’s mostly wiped cleaned, she sits up. I can’t help but stare at those glorious freckled tits as she searches for her bra. She finds it and puts it on. She pulls on her white t-shirt, which is streaked with mud.

She laughs looking down at herself, “How the heck are we going to explain this?”

“Maybe we can toss you in the pond?” Wash you off,” Joey says.

“I’d finally get to see her in a wet t-shirt,” I add.

Pulling her jeans up her bare legs, she says, “You’ve seen more than enough of me!”

I make sure to get another look at her bright red bush before she zips up. I smile, “It will never be enough.”

She doesn’t have a smile, “I’m serious! This was a one time thing and we cannot tell my husband. No more of this! No more fantasizing!”

Today has changed my fantasies to memory. I won’t deny that this memory will keep me fueled for years. I do say, “Thanks for the one time. It was incredible.”

“Round two would be even better,” Joey says, reminding us that he blew his load so quickly.

We come up with a story of Rachel tripping on a run.

We don’t have to use it.

When we open the door, her husband is completely occupied dancing with my wife. He spins Monica and her red sun dress twirls exposing the skin of her thighs. They laugh and dance, music flowing from a record player in the corner.

Rachel sneaks by unnoticed to shower and change.

Monica sees me and smiles. She’s so drunk. She runs up and hugs me.

I ask, “New dress?”

“Yea! You like it?” She asks. It shows so much cleavage. My wife never shows off her boobs like this. She bends forward and whispers in my ear, “I’m not wearing any panties.”

She giggles playfully and runs back to Ross to continue their dance. His eyes are glazed. He must have continued drinking when we left. He still has enough coordination to control my wife though. His hand placement is overly familiar with her, but she doesn’t mind. They’re so in sync moving around the living room.

Joey bends down and whispers in my ear, “I think my wife is still sleeping. Let’s keep this morning going and fuck her against her will. She’ll love it.”