Dinner

"Oh, I can’t wait!" Chloe called back at me over her shoulder, her husky laughter echoing in the kitchen as she disappeared around the corner, leaving me with a strong sense of anticipation as I began to prepare dinner for all of us.

As I made my way to the backyard, grilling the steaks, my mind was racing with excitement. The sultry scent of Chloe's perfume still clung to me, making it difficult to concentrate on anything but her. I couldn't help but imagine what she meant by "anything". The anticipation was killing me. What did she have in store for me? As the steaks sizzled on the grill, my mind kept returning to the promise Chloe had made. It felt like it was taking forever for Jack to get back from his errand, even though I knew he had only gone for a few minutes. Finally, the back door opened and Jack called out to me, his voice filling the air. "Seth! Great, you're here," he exclaimed as he came out of the house, a six pack of beer in one hand and a bag of groceries in the other. "I picked up a few things for dessert. I see Chloe got you to do the cooking," Jack laughed as he saw the steaks on the grill. “That’s good. I’m horrible at grilling,” he admits with a laugh, handing me a beer.

I laugh as we open our beers, my heart still racing from the thought of what Chloe had in store for me. As Jack chatted away about nothing in particular, I couldn't help but steal glances at their house, my eyes scanning the windows, hoping to catch a glimpse of Chloe. As I finished turning the steaks, I couldn't help but wonder how this night would end. I took a deep breath and tried to steady my nerves as I carried the platter of steaks back into the house.

"They're ready!"

Chloe turned around from the kitchen counter, her eyes meeting mine for a brief moment before darting away. "Great, let's bring everything out to the table." She grabbed a couple of plates and started carrying them towards the dining room table. As she walked away, I couldn't help but let my gaze drift down her, eyes lingering on her shapely butt as she carried the plates into the dining room. It was only as she walked out of the room and I turned my attention back to what I was doing that I noticed Jack standing beside me, looking at me with a strange look in his eye. He'd just caught me ogling his wife... what was he thinking now? I worried as I gave him a smile and started to follow Chloe into the next room. As they sat down at the table, Jack began to chat about work and the weather, seemingly oblivious to the tension in the air. Chloe picked up her fork, her eyes flickering towards me before returning to her food.

Despite the unease, I tried to join in the conversation, forcing myself to eat and act normal. The food was delicious, but my mind was elsewhere, consumed by thoughts of Chloe and the passionate encounter we'd shared earlier. As we finished our meals, I couldn't help but feel like an outsider. There was a palpable tension in the air, and I wondered if Jack had noticed the heat that had passed between us earlier. I tried to make conversation, but my mind kept wandering back to the promise of more that Chloe had made. The three of us cleared the table and started on the dishes together. Chloe took over washing the dishes, Jack began drying them, while I started loading the dishwasher. We worked in silence, the sounds of clinking dishes and running water filling the kitchen.

As I worked, I couldn't help but notice the way Chloe kept glancing at me from the corner of her eye. It was almost as if she was trying to communicate something without Jack noticing. My heart raced with anticipation, and I found myself growing hard once again just from her gaze. Eventually, we finished the dishes, and Jack excused himself, saying that he had some work to do, promising to stop by and visit me the next day. As Chloe and I cleaned up the kitchen, she moved closer to me, her body brushing against mine as she reached for a sponge. "I'm really glad you came over tonight," she whispered, her breath tickling my ear.

Her words sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn't help but lean into her. "Me too," I whispered back. With that, she pulled away and walked over to the sink, her ass swaying in a way that made it clear she wanted me to watch her, wanted me to admire her shapely ass. She turned on the faucet and started rinsing off the sponge, giving me a sultry look over her shoulder. As I watched her, my heartbeat quickened and my pulse pounded in my veins. This was it; this was our chance. I walked over to her, placing my hands gently on her hips. She let out a soft moan as I pulled her closer, our bodies pressing against each other. Chloe leaned her head back against my chest, my arms sliding around her, my hands moving over her hips. She turned in my arms, her eyes wide and bright with excitement as she rose up on her toes to brush her lips against mine. The kiss started slow, hesitant, but as our mouths met it quickly escalated into a searing kiss, our tongues tangling as we explored each other's mouths.