Invite inside

He knew what I’d been doing. He had to. I panicked internally. “Nothing is, uhh, going on, sir, Cal. Sorry, sorry, I don’t know why… I said that… I was... I don’t know what to do without Jay around sometimes. He gives me calm and purpose, and please… u sure you don’t want to come in? It’s cold outside. Hot in here.”

Fuck. Why did I invite him in? I was scrambling. He couldn’t possibly say yes. Jay wasn’t home.

"I can see it's hot in there." He said as his eyes trailed down my body. After a pause, he looked back in my eyes. "You're soaked. Been a sweaty one, has it?" His tone was playful, taunting. Never admitting he knew but making me wonder. He silently accepted the invite and walked through the doorway, not waiting for me to step back first. His six-foot-two frame shuffled past me, facing me and looking me over with a smug grin. He let the closeness send the spark his words couldn’t. Letting the moment make me yearn for the briefest of accidental touches. He did brush against me. I felt his massive cock poke against my dress. Pulling it up more. But his gaze never left mine. I didn’t have the ability to pull it down without being obvious.

He spoke again now that he was fully inside… inside the house… saying, "I'm always surprised that your husband is fine hanging out with a younger guy like myself. How old is he now?"

I panicked and said, “Let me get you a beer.”

I hurried away. Only causing my dress to rise more as I could sense his gaze. I grabbed a beer and poured myself a glass of wine. Fixed my dress and saw him on the couch. He turned on the TV and the fireplace. I settled next to him. I forgot my butt plug was still in. I moaned in pleasure as sitting caused it to fully dive into my ass. Cal had to have heard my squeal of pleasure. I should have taken it out when I got the drinks, but where would I have put it? Cal crushed his beer, and I felt a need to finish mine quickly so he could leave, but when we were both done, he just got us another and another. I was in agony. I needed to finish masturbating, and I needed to stop drinking. I always got horny when I was drunk, and Jay fucked me like his personal slut, his little cum dumpster. God… I loved cum.