Crashing through the door, Jane hitched her mini-skirt up around her hips and mounted my face as I lay watching TV. She had been out with the girls.
“Hi sweetie! You don’t know Pete,do you?” Jane said, pulling her mini-skirt further up and pointing in the direction of the door. “You said I could bring a friend home… Do you like him? He says he’s got a really thick willy!”
I glanced past my wife’s knickers, across the room at Pete standing there with a pizza, looking very uncomfortable.
“Look, maybe I should…” Pete stuttered, not knowing Jane and I were in the lifestyle and she was free to bring home whoever she wanted from nights out with her friends.
“Ah, don’t worry Pete,” Jane reassured him, “stay for some pizza. You paid for it, after all!”
“What sort is it?” I ask Pete, aware I was not doing anything to relax him.
“Pepperoni… your favourite, sweetie.” Jane said.
I asked Pete if he wanted a beer and he took a can of lager. I handed it over to our nervous friend, making a point of emphasising the width of the can, winking and suggesting I wish I had as much girth as the can.
Pete smirked and I sensed he was dropping his guard a little.
“Who wants to dance!” Jane asked us both, reaching for the TV remote to switch it off.”Siri! Play some eighties dance!” Jane boomed, excitement on her face at the opening bars of Whitney Houston’s ‘I wanna dance with somebody’ came from our smart speaker.
“I so LOVE this one!” Jane announced, TV remote still in hand and now using it as a microphone as she sang along.
Pete cracked his can and settled on the chair by the door, watching my wife get into her groove.
“...as the sun begins to fade, still time to figure out how to chase my blues away…” she crooned into the TV remote, unbuttoning the top two buttons on her blouse “Light of day… dah, dah, dah-dah”
Until it got to the main chorus which everybody knows is where the song takes off and so did she, gyrating her hips and fake-spanking her arse, rubbing her tits together in Pete’s direction and last but not least, kneeling on the carpet and pushing her panty clad arse back and forth at Pete, offering him to come and take her knickers down if he wanted.
Pete looked at me as if to ask permission before he jumped in.
I laughed and nodded. I was going to enjoy watching this.
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