by Selena Kitt
“Sure. I can add another helping to dinner tonight. Do you have any idea what you’d like?”
“Lord no, babe, that’s your department and I’ve learnt the hard way to leave those decisions up to you. We’ll be there around seven-thirty. I’m taking him for a drink first. Will that give you enough time to prepare?”
“Prepare for what? You’re not expecting us to do it straight after dinner, are you? What if he doesn’t like me?” I felt my panic charge to the surface.
“Are you crazy? If he has a pulse, he’ll like you.”
“Well then, what if I don’t like him?” I snapped, Jeff just wasn’t getting it. It was too soon for me.
“Look, babe, if you don’t like him or you don’t want to go through with it, you don’t have to. I’m not about upsetting you. I wasn’t planning for it to happen tonight. I just wanted you to meet him and then make up your mind,” Jeff said.
His enthusiasm ebbed and no longer rang in my ear. He sounded dejected, if I was being honest.
I felt guilty.
“Sorry, Jeff, I just panicked. I was asleep when you called and woke feeling fretful. I’ll be fine. I’m looking forward to meeting your friend.”
“Okay, love, I’ll arrange everything on my end, and Stace… I know you’re going to like him. See you tonight, love.” Jeff was gone, but not before I heard the eagerness creep back into his cheery farewell.
Chapter 8
I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I liked my new look and felt passable. I was still in awe of the courage it took for me to step out of my comfort zone. To leave myself open to what could have been the disaster of the century. I turned to admire the simple yet elegant figure-hugging designer dress I’d chosen. I needed to make Jeff proud. My mission was to ensure Jeff’s friend liked me even if I didn’t like him. Dressing to impress for my grand seduction. I smiled at the thought.
The dress was the sister to the black number from the night before, made of jersey, grey in colour, long sleeved and knee length. It had a high neck, squared off front and scooped back down to my coccyx. Underwear under the dress was a big, fat no-no. I grabbed my hair and pulled it up off my shoulders then turned sideways, left then right, admiring the perkiness of my breasts and fullness of my bottom, accentuated by the dress.
I felt and looked hot.
I glanced over at the clock—ten minutes past seven. I decided to leave my hair down the way Jeff liked it. Coupled with the fact I didn’t have much time before they arrived.
I still had vegetables to steam.
One last look and lipstick refreshed, I went back to the kitchen.
* * *
The table was set and dinner was ready. It was seven thirty. I heard Jeff’s key in the lock. My heart was racing, palms sweaty and my mouth went dry. I moved with speed to the sink and got a glass of water, gulping it down so fast the water spilled over the rim and down my chin. “Shit.” I grabbed a tea towel and dabbed the side of my mouth just as Jeff pushed the door to the kitchen.
“Mmmm… Something smells good, what are we having, love?” he asked, kissing my lips. Glancing over his head, the first thought that rushed to mind was Oriental spice. As I looked at the tall, tanned athletic man standing behind my husband, I was glad I’d made the effort. Boy, he was fucking gorgeous. I struggled to keep my mouth from falling open and my eyes from springing out my head like a cartoon character as I ogled him.
Chanting in my mind, must be discreet, must be discreet. Jeff had chosen well. I couldn’t have picked a better looking man out of a line-up.
Holding my hand Jeff drew me over to his friend. “Kenzo Mathews, this is my wife Stacey.”
Kenzo looked at me like a man who hadn’t eaten for days. Lust oozed from him as he took my outstretched hand and brought it to his lips.
“How do you do?” I asked. I felt stupid for asking such an obvious question, this man was ‘fine,’ in more ways than one.
I turned to Jeff. “You’ve changed out of your gym things. Why?”
“I showered at the gym. I didn’t want everyone waiting for dinner,” Jeff said.
“Okay, well dinner’s almost ready. Why don’t you and Kenzo have a seat in the lounge and I’ll bring you both a drink. What would you like, Kenzo?”
“I’d welcome a Southern Comfort if it’s not too much trouble.” His smile was so engaging—sending a fluttery sensation through me. It began in my stomach then seemed to travel north and south to the rest of my body in unison. I had to look away, fearing Jeff would see my eagerness to get this show on the road tonight.
I didn’t have any more knockout outfits and was damned if I was shopping for a new wardrobe after spending a small fortune on the two nice dresses I had. As I moved to fetch the drinks, I couldn’t stop my gaze from landing on Kenzo’s crotch. He wore jogging bottoms and his package looked impressive.
I poured the drinks and returned to the men, handing each of them a glass. I didn’t need to ask Jeff what he wanted. He always drank malt whiskey, neat. I invited them to take a seat at the table while I served up dinner. We were using our dining room and not the table in the kitchen where Jeff and I normally had our evening meal.
I was deep in thought as I busied myself, designing my plates for maximum effect. I arranged the braised lamb in mint sauce I’d made, with rice shaped as a cone and seasoned vegetables on the plates. Then loaded them onto the hostess trolley with the basil salmon terrine starter, and the crystal bowl of sherry trifle. I almost jumped out my skin when I felt the warm hand pressed in the small of my back.
“What the FU… Jeff, you frightened me.”
“Sorry, love, I was just too excited to wait until after dinner. What do you think of Kenzo, is he the right fit?”
“He’s alright, I suppose,” I said. My mind screamed are you fucking kidding me?! He’s sex on legs. I wanna lick him like a lollipop. I can’t wait to spread my legs. Instead, I said, “He’s very tall.”
“Good because, I was thinking… if you’re agreeable, we could do it tonight.” Jeff took my hand. “He likes you; it was his suggestion not to wait. To be honest, love, I don’t want to wait either, but like I said this morning, it’s your call.”
I stared open-mouthed at Jeff. Shutting my legs together as the dampness increased between my thighs at the proposition placed before me. Fuck yes! I wanna do it now, but Jeff’s my husband. I don’t want to appear too eager to cheat on him right under his nose. I had to style it out.
“Are you sure this is what you want, Jeff? It’s a little, emm… out there. Will you be able to handle it?”
“I don’t know, but I want to find out. My dick gets hard every time I think about it. We’ll have to see. If I can’t handle it, we won’t do it again. So maybe the sooner we get it over and done with, the quicker we’ll know.”
“Okay, if you’re sure,” I said with just enough doubt in my voice. “We better get dinner over with first. This hostess trolley is good, but it’s not magic so we better get going before the hot food gets cold and the cold food starts melting.”
“You go through love. I’ll just grab us a few bottles of wine.”
* * *
The starter was eaten in silence, which was alright by me. It gave me time to get a good look at Kenzo. He was not your typical oriental gentleman. He had to be almost six five in height, with hazel eyes, the light brown kind with flecks of green. His chiseled features were European-looking. Such a strange combination, but it worked for him. His big hands and long fingers were a little intimidating.
Two glasses of wine later, I had to know. “Kenzo, where are you from?”
“I was born in the UK. But I know that’s not what you’re asking,” he said with a smile that had me weak. “My mother is Korean and my father is Irish American.” Staring deep into my eyes, he continued. “I’m always asked the question, my height and eye colour have people curious to know my background. Interestingly enough, Jeff’s the only person who’s never asked me.”
A prou
d smile rushed to Jeff’s lips as he patted Kenzo on the arm.
“I didn’t ask, because it didn’t occur to me. To be honest Kenzo, I never really thought about it.”
“And that’s why we’re friends, Jeff. Your lack of interest in my origin, told me ethnicity wasn’t important in our friendship.” Kenzo smiled at Jeff. It felt like the beginning of some kind of bro-mance between them. I wasn’t sure I liked it. Kenzo kept talking, his gaze turned on me. “Your husband is not like the other guys I meet at the gym. He doesn’t judge, nor does he get involved with some of the sordid banter that goes on in the changing rooms. He is a straight up guy.” He winked at me then turned back to Jeff. “You, man, are one lucky son of a bitch. Your wife is beautiful and she can cook. Now tell me where I can pick me up someone like her?” Staring straight at me, his gaze serious, “Do you have any sisters?” His question was so unexpected, we all laughed.
Four bottles of wine later I pushed the hostess trolley into the kitchen. Jeff and Kenzo, with a glass of spirits each, went into the living room. I joined them there after loading the dishwasher.
“Arr… good, Stace, you can keep Kenzo company while I run upstairs to get something,” he said, squeezing my hand and kissing my cheek before he left the room.
Kenzo walked over to me. His gigantic frame cast a formidable shadow over me. I’m not a tall woman. At five foot three, I vanished in his presence. He reached his hand out and touched my hair.
“You have beautiful hair,” he said, running his hand down my cheek. My legs felt weak. My knees almost buckled. “You know why Jeff left us alone together?” Before I could answer, he continued, “He wanted to give us time alone. See if we’re compatible so to speak and to spare your blushes.” He seemed to force the chuckle from his lips. “If you were my wife, I could never share. Let alone watch another make love to you.” His hand returned to my hair, his voice so low I struggled to hear what he was saying.
Rendered mute, I was unable to respond to the things he’d said. I wanted to defend Jeff. I opened my mouth to protest, and inform him Jeff was doing this for me. But he took my open mouth as an invite. A groan escaped as he lowered his lips to mine. I felt the warmth of his breath, smelled the alcohol before his lips reached mine.
I swooned and he caught me, picked me up, and carried me to the sofa. He placed me on his lap. His tool pressed against me through the fabric of the dress covering my bare arse. He nestled it between my butt cheeks. I wondered if he felt my arousal, the heat emanated out of my sex. It felt hot and damp to me. My body tensed.
“Relax Stace… can I call you Stace?” Staring into his eyes, I nodded. “I’ll be gentle. It will be as if it was your first time.” He laughed. “Well, it’s sort of like your first time. With me, that is.”
Before I could answer, Kenzo’s lips found mine. His kiss, deep and satisfying. The thumping in my chest, unbearable. Wandering hands found my breast, and the gap at the back of my dress. His hand slid a slow trail down my spine to the bottom of my dress. I trembled to his touch. He raised my butt and slipped his hand in farther. Running a finger down the crack of my arse. Sending heat waves through me.
His lips left mine. His tongue traced along my neck and nibbled my ear. He tweaked my full, hard nipple between his fingers before he moved to my shoulder and gripped the sleeve of my dress, revealing my bare shoulder. His mouth moved across the neckline of the dress and landed on my shoulder.
He sucked and nibbled on my skin, pulling my dress forward to expose my breasts. His lip and tongue kissed and licked, inch by agonizing inch. At the movement of the material drawn from my body, I could scarcely breathe. My frozen hand pressed to his chest in contrast to his roaming hands. I was at a loss for what to do with them.
He moved my hands to tease the sleeves of my dress over them, leaving the dress on my hips. With me still sitting on his lap, he pulled off the top of his tracksuit to reveal a broad hairless chest, the muscles rippled with the movement. My appreciation of his physique oozed out of my sweet spot.
Somehow, he managed to disrobe without taking his hands off me for more than a fraction of a second. The fact is, I don’t remember a moment when he wasn’t touching me. He fondled my breasts, his hands, lips, and teeth sucked and pulled at my nipples in the most delightful ways. Delirious with passion I molded myself to him, but he seemed to be holding back.
Through the haze of my desire, I saw Jeff, bare chest and bare feet. He wore jogging bottoms and had in his hand the pair of dirty silk panties I’d taken off earlier that day. Kenzo seemed to notice Jeff too and his intensity increased. That’s when it dawned on me, he was waiting for Jeff. His delay was so he could put on a performance for Jeff. The thought turned me on.
Still at a loss as to what to do with my hands other than to rub them along Kenzo’s chest, I concentrated on his nipples, and noticed how hard they got. I’d never thought about whether Jeff’s nipples hardened to my touch. I guessed they must do. Thinking about our sixteen years of being intimate, I couldn’t remember ever touching Jeff’s chest in the way I was caressing Kenzo’s.
Chapter 9
Kenzo pulled at the drawstring of his bottoms. I gasped as his cock sprung to life before startled eyes. His breathing became shallow as he wrapped my fingers around his tool. A current passed between us as he maneuvered my palm so I was pumping his dick, my hand dwarfed within his large palm. When I found my rhythm, he let my hand go. He returned his concentration onto my breasts, pushing his face between them, grazing my sensitive skin with the bristles of his overnight shadow, before cupping and pulling against their pebbled hardness with his thumb and finger.
He shifted our position and laid me on the sofa, neatly pulling the rest of my dress off and dropping it on the floor. Kenzo kissed his way down my torso, and flicked his tongue in and out of my belly button. It caused an emergence I’d never felt before, deep in my core. My body’s reaction was foreign to me. My womb contracted and toes curled. The pulse beating in my core wanted filling.
Jeff had his joggers down by his ankles. His cock glistened as he ran his hand up and down his shaft. My dirty panties half in his mouth, the rest pressed against his nostrils. He was breathing deeply, a glazed look on his face as he watched Kenzo and me.
My position was shifted by Kenzo slightly so I was facing Jeff. Kenzo licked along my leg, pushing my other leg further apart so Jeff had a bird’s eye view to my opening. This action seemed to excite Jeff further. He worked his cock even harder. Ramming my panties to his nose, pressed in as if he couldn’t get enough of what it was doing for him.
Kenzo grazed the edge of his teeth on my thigh, tickling my skin, then licked along the full length of my leg. He reached my feet, removing my heels and covering my toes with his mouth. The waves of explosion triggered rocked my body, and left me breathless. I was amazed at my orgasm from Kenzo tonguing between my toes.
The sight of my orgasm toppled Jeff. I watched as he moved the panties from his nose and mouth. He caught the spray with them. Pumping hard to get every last drop onto them. To my surprise, Jeff’s erection stayed firm. Normally he was a one pop and done kind of guy. But tonight he stood tall as he ran the soiled panties up and down his shaft.
Kenzo’s hands ran feather-light up the back of my legs. Along the journey, he kissed and licked every place his hand had been. I felt the need to put on a show for Jeff, and a burning need to feel something inside me. I brought my hand to my snatch and fingered myself as Jeff watched. I swear I saw his eyes flip back in his head at the sight of me masturbating.
His breathing echoed through the room. I’d never seen him so worked up. What Kenzo was doing made my body tingle from the new sensations. It screamed, every orifice needed to be plugged in some delicious way. My chest tightened as my mind reeled with desires I’d never known.
I waved my hand for Jeff to come to me. A quizzical expression crossed his face, but he said nothing. He stepped out of his joggers. When he was at arm’s length, I reached across, grabbed his cock
, and used it to pull him towards me. Jeff stared down at me confused, still clueless of my intentions. The only sound in the room was Kenzo lapping up my juices as though dying of thirst.
I tugged at Jeff’s member, bringing him to his knees at the foot of the sofa, his tool now at face level. He turned his head to watch Kenzo devouring my crotch. Admiration spread across his face and something else I was unsure of. Jeff was transfixed by the scene, oblivious to my ministration of his dick until he felt the heat of my breath as I sucked him in. My ears were rewarded by the satisfied groans that sounded like they came from deep within him. He couldn’t hold back and my mouth received a jetload of appreciation.
Jeff eyes glazed with surprise and something else. He bent and covered my mouth with his own as I swallowed. He licked his lips as he left me and resumed his position on the seat he’d vacated. He threw a pack of condoms at Kenzo, who caught them without looking up or stopping what he was doing to my clit. I was on fire.
