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Despite what had transpired over the past few weeks, today began as a normal Friday in which Marc’s wife was returning from the cabin with all the kids. After his internal alarm clock forced him to rise at about 6am, Marc got dressed and made his way down to the kitchen for coffee. Looking outside the front window, he could see the lawn was still wet from the sprinkler system. He started to analyze the day, prioritizing the handful of outdoor tasks between the conference call he needed to take over the next few hours.
Up at the cabin, he knew his wife would not sleep in today, most likely getting on the road soon and would be rolling in around noon. Once the final sips of coffee were downed, he grabbed some breakfast and went back upstairs to toss on a swimsuit. He would throw on a dress shirt and sit in the desk chair if video was required on the call.
Like most days Marc was home, the first thing he would do is tend to the pool. As he stepped out to the patio, the early morning heat smacked him in the face. It was going to be a hot one and everyone would soon be splashing around in the pool to get reprieve from what was going to be scorcher.
Being preoccupied with other things yesterday, Marc took a walk down the driveway to grab the mail. Up the street he waved to Carrie’s husband as he pulled out of the driveway, most likely heading off to work. This, just like everything else, would result in Carrie having to do all of the planning and shopping for tomorrow’s party. He laughed internally as he flipped through the mail, knowing what he was doing to this guy’s wife behind his back. It was without question, so wrong, but Marc hadn’t felt so alive in years.
While Marc tossed most of the junk mail into the trash bin at the top of the driveway, Carrie was just waking up next door. After their late night encounter, she had just tossed back on her shirt and fell asleep with nothing on from the waist down. She rolled over in the bed, grabbing her phone off the charger to check for any messages from Marc, wishing he was in the bed next to her. Seeing nothing, she made her way to the bathroom, and then downstairs to her empty home.
While waiting for what seemed forever for the coffee to brew, Carrie rested her elbows on the counter to mindlessly watch the coffee dripping into the mug. Her mind began to wander back to the pool and without realizing it, she leaned back, pushing against the counter island behind her. A polished stainless steel knob on a drawer was the perfect height as the cool metal found its way between her legs. Her newly unlocked teenage subconsciousness was finding different ways to become aroused. Now, waiting for coffee to brew was never going to be the same knowing this drawer knob would always be there.
With the first sip of piping hot coffee, she caught a glimpse of the pool skimmer rod moving up and down next door just above the fence. Knowing he was outside, she picked up the mug of coffee, slipped on some flip flops and made her way over.
Marc was now carrying the filter skimmer basket over to the opposite side of the fence to dump the night’s bugs and few leaves, Carrie slipped in unnoticed by softly closing the large vinyl gate behind her. She tiptoed over to a lounger closest to him across the pool and sat down. While he was banging the basket over the fence, she raised up her shirt and sat down with her legs and knees together, preparing to fully expose everything in between for when he turned around. Clueless, he didn’t notice her at first, moving along and away to continue cleaning the pool in the opposite direction.
Eventually she broke his attention, startling him a bit, “Cleaning up your own evidence now.”
“Jesus, you scared the shit out of me,” he said, breaking into laughter, “oh now it’s my evidence?”
Holding her mug in her hands, she began to drop her knees to the side, putting on the display she had planned the moment she saw Marc outside, “You know Marc,” she put the mug on the short table beside her seat, “lately, mornings have been really tough for me,” and began to glide her hands up her thighs. “I have been waking up, and this,” her hands reached the ends of her thighs, she pushed against the outside of her pussy lips, smooshing them together, “has been achy, wet, and sticky.” Adjusting the back of the lounger down a few notches, Carrie leaned back, now taking the index and middle fingers from each hand to spread wide.
Across the edge of the pool, Marc could see the glistening body part shining in the direct sunlight, “Any idea why that could be happening to me,” she asked.
Holding the skimmer and pole upright on the ground, he put his chin on the top of the handle and continued watching, “I have a few thoughts about it.” Marc now watched as she switched positions, bringing her knees back together and raising them to her chest. She reached around, gripping both ass cheeks and spread everything as wide as she could.
“And this, this just doesn’t seem the same anymore either,” she joked, smiling at him. With one finger from each hand, she slipped them into the sides of her asshole, pulling the edges apart for display, “any clue why that would be?”
In a sarcastic tone he shot back at her, “Nope, you got me there.”
For her last tease, Carrie lowered her legs back down flat on the chair. She raised her torso up a few inches to pull up the shirt, exposing her chest before leaning back again. “Then there are these,” she gripped both of her nipples in unison, stretching and pulling them hard to the sides before letting them snap back to a resting state, “they are always hard as rocks. It’s the middle of the summer, it makes no sense.”
Once again, she was naked, sprawled out on his patio. Marc looked at the outdoor clock on the fence, it was five minutes to ten. He had to get on his call in minutes, “Yeah, it’s not normal huh. Must be an outside force that’s making them do that.”
Carrie put her feet together on the chair, spreading her legs again as her tanned and sexy frame was there for the taking in the hot summer sun, “Maybe a closer examination would give me some answers.”
He wanted nothing more than to blow off his call to get another taste of her body. Unfortunately, many on the call would be coming tomorrow and he was sure to discuss some of the details with them. Marc dropped the skimmer pole, took out his phone from his pocket to check the meeting details. “Shit,” he mumbled, looking at the calendar. He needed to get on camera.
Getting herself turned on she asked, “What’s the matter, someone almost home, got to clean up more evidence?”
Marc shook his head, “No, no, I have to throw on a shirt and get on a call, so sorry.”
“Well, should I wait for you to get done,” she asked with a seductive grin, “I really need that exam.”
He headed over towards the chair she was spread on getting a closer view, “It’s probably going to be an hour at least, then, “ he rolled his eyes, “everyone should be close to home by then.”
Carrie reached over his trunks and rubbed what was underneath, “Mmm, that’s too bad, I really wanted to put that somewhere, and seems like it does too”
Marc stood there, letting her tiny hands caress his crotch, milking him under the brightly colored suit. He almost succumbed to her touch, “Oh it does, it will again, I promise.”
“Well, I hope you won’t mind if I go get in my own suit and lay in the sun here, maybe hop in the pool now and then. Keep things less inconspicuous that way I guess.”
She gave him one last good squeeze before standing up to head to her house for a quick change, knowing immediately that she would toss on the pink bikini she wore last during that time up at the cabin. As Carrie started to walk down the patio, she realized Marc had not gone back inside, “What are you doing,” she asked.
“I just have to watch you walk away,” he said. It set Carrie’s body on fire and she took it as an opportunity to hold up her shirt over her waist. Walking slowly, with one foot perfectly in front of the other to let her supple ass whip and sway side to side, she didn’t look back, knowing he was watching everything. At the gate, she separated her legs wide before bending down, touching the tops of her feet, and reaching back between her legs to spread one last time. After dropping the shirt back down, she lifted up on the latch and went home. Marc rushed up to his bedroom, threw on a presentable shirt, ran down the hall to his office, and sat down to log into the call three minutes late.
Next door, Carrie hurried to change, wanting to get back to Marc’s patio as quickly as possible, even if it was just to lay there in front of him all morning. She tossed off the shirt and rummaged through her drawer, finding the pink bikini. After putting it on, she threw her hair up in a ponytail, put on a cute coverup, and in less than five minutes was heading back out the door to sit in the sun. Getting back to the chair, she plopped back down, grabbing her coffee to finish.
Marc was inside at his desk. The business up top, party on the bottom outfit he was wearing would have looked ridiculous if he were to stand up. The others on the call were going through their weekly status one by one. Marc, being a little higher up on the food chain, typically would go last, provide input, and wrap up the call. About fifteen minutes into the call, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the door move slightly. After looking over, he noticed a familiar pair of bright blue eyes peeking through the crack of the door.
Carrie continued to inch the door open more and more. Marc’s desk was on the side of the room and once she knew the view of the door was out of the range of the camera, she swung it open fully and slowly removed her coverup. It was now his turn to talk and focus. While a much better view was looming to his right, he had to look into the camera and say his piece. In his peripheral vision, he saw Carrie slither down to her hands and knees and begin to crawl across the floor towards him.
She crept closer and closer, the top of her body hidden out of sight from the other middle aged men on screen. It wasn’t her hand that made first contact with him, but her mouth. Carrie bent over and sunk her teeth into the side of his leg hard, he could feel her lips wide open and her tongue pressing against his hairy leg. She licked all the way up to his knee before her hand reached over towards his other leg, finally gripping the bottom of his trunks. She tugged at them, indicating they needed to go.
During a response from another team member, Marc muted the microphone but kept staring at the screen and did his best ventriloquist impression, “What are you doing?”
Carrie knew he couldn’t look down at her, that would be very obvious. “I’m going to suck you off, that’s what, wiggle out of those shorts, or I’ll scream the next time you unmute,” he could hear her seductive yet devious tone in her voice. Marc leaned back in his chair like he was thinking about something, getting the waistband down to mid-thigh, Carrie took them the rest of the way off his legs.
She wiggled between his legs, the backs of her feet fighting with the mess of power cords and cables under the desk. Propping her body up by placing her hands flat on the hardwood floor, she looked at his soft cock, opened her mouth and with the help of the entire length of her tongue, she slowly put his manhood inside.
Marc’s legs shifted outward in the chair the instant her warm mouth engulfed him. Now he was speaking, trying to manage to talk as the dark hair below was the only thing he could truly focus on. Carrie was being extremely slow, but sucked hard and pulled his dick away from his body like it was a straw until she was satisfied with how hard he grown. She put her nose under his balls, dragging the pointed tip through the soft skin, following close behind in the wake was her wide tongue.
She swallowed him again, feeling him growing by the second as her tongue rolled on the bottom. Amazed at how fast he could get hard, she picked up the pace, but only focusing on the first two inches all around his head. If she let him go from her mouth, his dick would spring up and hit the bottom of the desk. Having to readjust again, Marc now sat up straight and moved his hips forward. The position he was in now allowed for his balls to hang off the edge of the chair. Carrie took this as an opportunity to hold him in place with her hand and she sucked each one into her mouth hard, letting them pop back out to see the tiny hairs and skin coated from her mouth’s work.
Unable to make noise and slurp up the saliva that was leaking out of her mouth, she saw it drip down to the floor in a puddle. Carrie went faster now, no longer going just back and forth, but rolling her head side to side for maximum pleasure. Marc was done with his status now, and the conversation had moved to tomorrow’s get together. Her goal was to make him cum on the call, not after it was over. She increased her speed and didn’t slow down. Bobbing up and down, side to side, she could see his legs jerk inward, he was close.
Wanting to see if he could stay calm and quiet, Carrie started humming softly. The vibrations seemingly went all the way up to Marc’s throat. He pushed the chair back a few inches, just enough to let one of his hands travel under the desk and to the back of her head. He gripped her hair hard and pushed her face all the way down. With his cock buried in her mouth, all she could do was lap her tongue as fast as she could in his most sensitive regions. Without a sound, his grip on her hair got even tighter as she felt the jolt of sperm shoot out of his head into her mouth, she pulled back a bit, wanting to taste him and use it as some oral lube to finish him off. Pulse after pulse, Marc remained silent as Carrie kept sucking and dragging her nails on the insides of his legs, he could scream from what she was doing to him.
Up above she heard someone say, “Alright, I think we’re good. Thanks Marc, we’ll see you tomorrow.”
The call came to an end and Carrie heard the slap of the laptop close. She had just pulled her mouth away as he looked down. Her face was totally covered in spit and she was obviously holding the mess she created in her mouth. She pushed the chair back, causing him to slide away as her head popped up above his lap. Opening her mouth, she showed him the wet white mess under her tongue, closed her mouth, and swallowed, “Mmm, delicious. Has your wife ever done that before during your calls, hmm?”
Marc’s head rolled back, “No, definitely not,” he laughed. Grabbing Carrie by the sides of her face he pulled her up to stand in front of him. He saw the spit that left her mouth had also dripped on her chest. He rubbed it in, sliding his hands under her top for a feel of her nipples. With a single motion, he moved the laptop to the back on the desk and pushed her body backwards, “Your turn,” he demanded.
Carrie looked at her smartwatch, “We don’t have enough time, everyone will be back any minute.”
He pulled down on her bottoms, receiving absolutely zero resistance on her part, “Then you better be fucking fast,” pushing her upper half further back on his desk. Marc slid the rolling chair closer towards her then grabbed behind her waist to slide her into position with half of her ass hanging over the edge of the desk. He lifted up behind her knees, sending her head against the wall to support her weight. As he pushed back on her legs, the tight lips slowly separated, displaying her perfect glistening hole.
Marc ran a single finger downward from her clit straight to her asshole before inching his face closer. Carrie’s body was thumping, perspiring like an ice filled drink in the sun. She watched intently as his lips approached, “Oh god, please hurry,” she begged. He began with the world’s softest kiss on her clit. After opening his mouth, he ran the underside of his tongue all the way down until it met the wooden finish of the desk, his nose already covered in her womanly juices. Now she used her hands to spread herself open and his mouth clamped down while the tongue did the heavy lifting.
Slurping and licking away Marc was truly enjoying himself, “Fuck, you taste amazing!” He loved the clean, sweet flavors her body gave off. She was slowly dripping away, sending the combination of his saliva and her own mess down to the floor where her own oral drippings were still fresh. Carrie was fully entranced by his mouth and the way the early day’s stubble rubbed against her skin. She began to rock her hips with the motions of his tongue. Before she could realize anything, he had eased a finger from one hand into her ass and two fingers from the other into her pussy, and was working on a third.
Carrie had used toys and vibrators many, many times, but nothing gave her the sensations of a man’s large hands slowly stretching her insides, she focused completely on that feeling as she watched both his hands and mouth work their magic below. Immediately there was a rush inside, she heard her toes crack as they began to curl. Marc was hitting every single one of her pleasure spots, causing a new sensation to billow inside.
She began to squirm on the desk, “Stop, stop, I think I’m going to pee!”
Marc completely ignored her request, seemingly speeding up the pace with both hands and his mouth. Next he stood up from the chair, removing his mouth from between her legs before leaning into her, “I’m not going to stop, and you’re running out of time.”
He moved his mouth down to her right nipple, flicking it inside his lips with the same intensity as her clit. Carrie reached down and grabbed his wrist with all her might, forcing it to stay in position as his now three tips were thrusting upward into her g-spot. As he sucked away at her stiff nipples, she planted her free hand down on her clit and slid her fingers side to side.
Then it happened, Carrie’s whole body just shook hard one time, similar to when one is half asleep and dreaming they just stepped off a curb. She crushed all his fingers at once as a new sensation occurred. Contrary to popular belief, there wasn’t some big fountain gushing, over the top screaming, or plethora of profanities spewing from her mouth. The moment after the big shake, Marc’s hand became drenched as the liquid seeped out of her pussy and into his palm. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she now used her hands for support. Marc lifted his palm and pressed it into her, pushing and rubbing her bare clit rapidly. Carrie’s quick little squirt was not the result of an orgasm but instead, the beginning of one.
She was unable to get audible, all Carrie could do was let the feeling of wetness and pleasure overwhelm her as Marc’s large hand was pushing and grinding on her clit. As she came, it was a completely different feeling, like a valve had released all the pent up pressure in her body. She shook wildly like always, getting stiff and stretching out, but only a long, “Ohhhhhhhhhh,” exited her lips versus the barrage of louder moans and screams as her body involuntarily tried to go through the wall behind her.
Once done and all their body parts slowed down, she looked down between her legs, everything was soaking wet, it kept her arousal at its peak seeing all the waterworks. Marc’s blotter was stained and wet from her mess, the floor looked as if a glass of water had fallen over the edge. He stood up in front of her taking in all the mess, but his erection caught her attention first. Carrie moved her feet to the sides of his thickness, wiggling and stroking side to side, “Uh, fuck, shove it in me.”
Marc looked at the time, “What, no, we can’t.”
Continuing to massage him, “Check your phone, see where they are, please, I haven’t been this wet in my entire life, I just have to feel it inside, just for a moment even.”
Standing there, watching her dainty red toes smothering his cock, he reached to the side of her, retrieving his phone to check his wife’s location, “They are almost to the exit now.”
Carrie began trying to pull him closer with her feet, “Don’t make me beg, we may have five minutes. I don’t even need to cum again, I just want to feel it, it’s still so fucking hard.”
Marc tossed the phone on the desk next to her and took a half step forward as she grabbed the backs of her thighs and spread. She watched as his hand gripped the shaft and brought it closer. He pushed in slowly, “Ohhhh yes, yes, fuck, it goes in so easy now.” Watching the little icon on his phone inch closer home, he thrusted his hips into the pool of her wetness inside.
“They’re getting closer, we have to stop,” informing her of the situation.
She shook her head no, “Oh god, just a little more. I’ll go home and fuck myself to finish, just a little longer.” Carrie’s pussy now had this insatiable desire that once it started, could not be satisfied. “Shit,” she moaned, “damn, just a little more Marc, you have no idea how good you feel, a little more and I won’t have to finish alone.” Her eyes made a beeline between her legs, watching how shiny his cock was pulling out all her soaked wetness and then disappearing again, “Go harder,” she pleaded.
Marc looked to the side on his phone, “Carrie, they are like two minutes away, we gotta stop.”
She heard him, but it really didn’t register, “Don’t you fucking stop, don’t you dare stop” she yelled, reaching her hands forward, sliding down the desk a bit, and grabbing his hips to pull him in, “harder, please, please, please, don’t stop! I just need like ten seconds more.”
Carrie knew her body, and knew that whatever he had done to her lately had unlocked a whole new level of eroticism, “Yes, yes, yes,” she must have moaned it a dozen times as her legs began to shake, “almost, fuck Marc keep going, harder, harder, harderrrrrrrrrrrr!” He grabbed the heel of her foot and started sucking, rolling his tongue up to her toes which sent her into overdrive. She came for the second time on his desk, this time without any of the waterworks, but with all the same seizure-like spasms. Marc needed time that they did not have to finish on his end so he pulled out, sending more mess flying to the ground.
Carrie was still panting naked on the desk, “I’m sorry, I’m so, so, sorry, that was intense” as she grabbed the bikini bottoms off the floor under the desk then grabbed his cock for a quick pull, “I owe you one, whenever, wherever you want, just tell me when. I just couldn’t let you stop and leave me like that, I would have never been able to walk home.” She stumbled to put back on her bottoms and walked drunkenly towards the office door. Turning around she reiterated, “And I mean anywhere and anytime, just say the word.” She slipped out the door and rushed towards the patio to sit back down and act normal on the lounge.
Back upstairs Marc had rushed to the bathroom to wash his face, knowing his wife would give him a hug and kiss when she walked in the door, and needed to wash her sweet taste off. He grabbed a towel from the linen closet to use for the pool, but its first job was to sop up the desk and floor in his office. He wiped everything up to satisfaction and followed Carrie’s steps out to the patio, they had just turned down the street and he heard the garage door open. As he stepped outside, Carrie was sipping away at her coffee and looked over.
“Hey,” she pointed below his waist laughing as he walked by, “I know I said anytime, but you might want to…,” Carrie stopped as she watched Marc launch himself into the water, “…jump in the pool.”
Marc swam up to the edge of the pool near Carrie, resting his chin on crossed arms, “Well, that was something, huh?”
Carrie felt all the new stickiness and dampness on the inside of her bottoms, “Are you upset with me? You have no fucking idea how good that was,” she looked around making sure her next comment would only be heard by him, “I could go again right here on this chair, if you wanted.”
“No, I’m not mad, that was close though,” he rolled his eyes and kicked away from the edge, fully submerging himself in the water, and resurfaced after a few seconds to the whole family standing around Carrie. Marc walked up the steps and ran over to his little ones and gave them a soaking wet hug along with his wife, they were all going to be in the pool momentarily anyway. After drying up, he went to grab the bags from the back of the car while Carrie and her caught up, discussing if there were any incidents while she was watching them all up at the lake.
It was the first time in a decade that she was actually sizing up Marc’s wife. Carrie knew she was talking about the party, but the words were not computing in her head. All she could do was make comparisons of her body against her own. Thinking about how if she was away for a week, the first thing she would want to do is get Marc all alone the moment she walked in the door. This made her mind wander to what might happen later that night, how his wife would now be possibly taking the initiative in the bedroom. This caused a bit of rage to build up inside her, but on the other hand, knew it came with the price of constantly fucking her married neighbor.
Marc came back outside after bringing all the bags up to their respective rooms while they were in the middle of their party discussion. They had confirmed their coordinated plans for tomorrow and were going to start setting up early in the morning. Carrie was going to take care of all of the drinks, while Marc and his wife would be handling the food. They hung around the rest of the afternoon out at the pool, finalizing everything, and cooling off between the pool and the air conditioned homes. At around dinner time, Carrie went back home for the first time since she was bare-assed leaking all over Marc’s desk, thinking that for the whole day, the two of them hid their antics very well.
The time had come where they both knew that their indiscretions would be few and far between. Carrie had anticipated it all along and sat in her own home bored and unsatisfied. She had actually decided to head up to bed earlier than her husband for the first time in quite some time as she realized tomorrow was going to be a full day of work and drinking. Across the yard in Marc’s house, it was pretty much the same story. His wife had fallen asleep on the couch, exhausted from the drive home and a week of having two extra little humans she was responsible to watch.
Everyone rose fairly early for the party the next morning. Marc gathered several extra tables and coolers from the basement to spread out on the patio. His wife had just left to run to the local butcher shop to grab a few dozen burgers and dogs while he set up. Usually, Marc would not begin to fully enjoy himself at the 4th of July party until later in the evening. He was busy for the beginning stages in front of the grill cooking and then accommodating his colleagues from work. While everyone else was having a blast, swimming and drinking, all of the hosts, except Carrie’s husband, were busy running back and forth from one house to the next.
Around noon, Carrie’s college roommate April showed up. She would typically be the first to arrive and the last one to leave if she hadn’t had too much to drink. But it was usually about a fifty-fifty shot she would end up crashing on Carrie’s couch with a garbage can nearby. She was still a bit of a wild party girl, not having settled down or even leaning that way one bit. April popped in the side door unannounced as always, all of her sides for the party in hand, and of course her infamous bottle of silver tequila. Following seconds behind April, was the rest of Carrie’s family who had piled into a single car.
Marc’s wife had also returned, and was heading out to the patio to toss the burgers and other items into the cooler next to the grill. He was giving the pool one final skim when Carrie popped through the gate, “Hey do you guys have any extra ice,” she asked.
Standing over the open cooler, Marc’s wife realized they were low there as well, “Not really. Hey Marc,” she called across the pool, “can you run and grab a few bags of ice from the package store.”
He nodded his head, hung up the skimmer, and went to go grab his wallet and keys. When he came back outside he was greeted by Carrie, “Hey, I need a few bags too, mind if I tag along?”
“Sure,” he replied looking back at his wife, “do we need anything else,” which she shook her head no and headed back inside. They walked out the gate to his car and started backing down the driveway.
The moment the back tires hit the street, Carrie couldn’t resist speaking the thought that was burning in her head since last night, “So, did you fuck her last night?”
Marc shook his head and let her know, “No, she passed out on the couch, and I just went to bed early.” The thought of him on top of his wife now repulsed Carrie after sharing so many moments with him the past few weeks, but knowing she was the last one he was with was a strange relief.
Carrie unhooked the seatbelt and rested her elbows on the middle console, placing both of her hands on his lap, “Do you like my nails, I painted them this morning,” she asked. They had changed from the bright red Marc loved to an alternating red, white, and blue. She removed her hands and sat against the door, slipping out of her flip flops and tossing her feet on his lap, “I did these too,” and started to wiggle her toes in his crotch. He ran the top of his hand over the tops of her feet as she pushed into him, the skin was incredibly soft.
She felt him immediately begin to grow under her soles before being reminded by Marc, “We don’t have time, have to get back with the ice.” Carrie slid her feet off his lap, switching positions to her knees on the passenger seat, “But,” she began to tug at his waistband, “I still owe you one.” At the next light, the car came to a stop. She worked her little hands under the tops of his shorts and before he could protest, Carrie had exposed him, got into position, and the tip of his dick was resting in the back of her mouth.
Marc let out a soft grunt, “Fuck, we only have a few minutes,” he explained again.
Carrie took him out of her mouth, resting his hardness on her upper lip between her nose and mouth and gave him the deal, “You had me cum fast yesterday, now you have do the same,” and proceeded to make his cock disappear again. When the light turned green, he hit the gas a bit too hard, sending the side of her face against the steering wheel, “Whoa tiger, go easy with that pedal. Come on, drive with one hand and take control of my face, you know you want to.”
At the next light, while they were stopped, Marc balled up her hair with both hands, switching to a single handed grip as the light changed again. Carrie felt that familiar grasp and just opened her mouth wide as he pulled her hair hard, following it up with multiple pushes downward. Knowing there were only a few more lights to go, she extended her tongue out, letting his strength smash it down into his sack while her mouth soaked everything else. At the next light he was already close, she could feel the hard twitching beginning to start. The next light was already green and she heard the ticking of the turn signal as the car slowed down to pull into the parking lot. Marc pulled into a spot on the side of the store, out of view from the customers and shop windows. He turned the car off and let go of her hair, simply watching the dark hair rapidly bobbing up and down between him and the wheel. The slurping and gentle gagging sounds got him there. Carrie reached down and squeezed his balls as if she was trying to get them in her mouth too, which caused him to explode in seconds.
She felt the warm thick liquid engulf her mouth, feeling the intense throbbing and pulsing from her driver. After ensuring to finish slowly and get every drop, she leaned back into her seat, slipped back on her flip flops and opened the door, “Come on, ice remember,” smiling the whole way to the store’s door. The drive back was uneventful and they parted ways to each fill up their own coolers as a few more guests were arriving.
April had finally gotten Carrie’s attention inside, “So what’s new? You have this glow about you today. You get new makeup? No, that’s not it, and your hair is the same. Oh my god, are you pregnant?”
This caused Carrie to burst out into a huge laugh that ended with a tiny snort at the end, “No definitely not pregnant. I don’t know, nothing is new.”
“Yeah, yeah, well something’s up,” April puckered her lips to the side, looking up at the ceiling to think, “you may as well just tell me, you know I’ll eventually find out.”
She wasn’t wrong, April had an uncanny way of figuring out things. She was great in escape rooms, though not so great at keeping secrets. There was no way she could divulge the real reason why she was glowing, especially since April had mentioned jokingly repeatedly over the years that she’d love to shack up with Marc for just one night, “Nothing is up, maybe it’s because someone watched the kids and I had almost a whole week of relaxing by myself.”
“Hmmm, maybe. Well, if there is something else, I’ll get to the bottom of it,” April replied with a wink.
The party continued on, the smell of grilled burgers filled the air, the sound of beer bottles opening hissed all around both yards, and eventually as the day grew into night a handful of distant fireworks exploded around the neighborhood. As Marc’s work guests and Carrie’s family slowly left, the sound of music pumping through the outdoor speakers got louder and louder. Marc was finally able to shut off the grill, jump in the pool to wash off the smell of seared meat, and grab a serious drink.
The party dwindled down and the remaining guests had migrated over to the fire. It was still decently warm, but a day in and out of a pool kept everyone cool and the fire was a welcome reprieve. They had moved the array of coolers over to the fire and April, almost like clockwork was passing around the bottle of tequila. She was never satisfied until the bottle traveled around the circle multiple times, eventually coming back to her empty. This took about a half an hour, but like in all the years past she exclaimed, turning the bottle over in her hand indicating it was empty, “Well everyone, my job here is done.”
One by one, the party dwindled down to just the hosts and April. They all hung out at the fire for about another hour and started to call it a night before everyone was too drunk to speak or walk. April indicated that she wanted Carrie to stick around with her for a little more as they said goodnight to Marc and his wife. April noticed the dagger eyes she was giving the married couple as they walked out of sight. She turned around to look back at them, “What? What’s with the eyes, something happened?”
Carrie shook her head side to side, taking another drink out of the cooler and swallowing about half of it in one sip. She was already past the point of no return, her tiny body didn’t need much to get drunk and she was well past that point about two hours ago. On the other hand, April had a liver made of steel from her lack of slowing down through her 20s and early 30s, and was laser focused on whatever was going on in Carrie’s head.
“OK, spill it, what the hell is going on?”
She took the rest of her half drunk beer before speaking, “You really want to know, you’re not going to be pissed or think of me any different?”
April rolled her eyes and nodded yes, “Uhh, you know everything about me, most of it isn’t all that flattering, so no, I won’t think any less of you. But duh, you know I won’t stop until you tell me, so just tell me.”
“Fine,” Carrie took a deep breath, pausing for a long time before actually blurting it out, “I fucked him.” It felt amazing and terrible at the same time to roll those three words off her tongue.
“Who,” April’s voice got louder as she was truly confused, “Marc? You fucked Marc? No, you, did, not, you’re just fucking with me cause I think he’s hot.” She didn’t believe it for a minute, Carrie was the product of a perfect upbringing, years of getting straight A’s in school, and seemingly the perfect marriage. April didn’t say another word, she didn’t have to, her open mouth slowly opened when Carrie didn’t deny it and her shocked expression said it all.
Carrie stood up, putting her hands on her hips, “Well, no, I guess I shouldn’t say fucked. I AM fucking him, as in as recent as the drive to get the ice, I was blowing him, and it feels so fucking good, every single time.” She turned around from her lifelong friend and started hobbling quickly back to her house.
April shot up to follow her, “Oh no you don’t you little shit, get your ass back here.”
Somewhere in the middle of the two yards, Carrie stopped dead in her tracks, bending over as April ran up behind her, “You think I’m a terrible person don’t you,” she asked, beginning to feel the world starting to spin, “Oh shit, I think going to be sick.”
She put her arm around Carrie looking at her condition and feeling bad she pushed so hard for the confession, “No, I don’t think that, not that I have the moral compass to make that judgment, but Jesus Carrie, talk about a role reversal. More drunk than I have ever seen you, sleeping with the neighbor, come on you dirty party girl, let’s get you to the bathroom, we’ll sort this all out tomorrow.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/z8f8il/from_neighbor_to_summertime_fling_part_10_fm