My husband and I were invited to a neighbors’ cocktail party. We knew that we had to make an appearance. They were showing off all the remodeling that they had done in the kitchen and front room. The wife has expensive and exquisite taste.
Although it is early October, it is still unseasonably warm here in Southern Illinois. I wear a little white cotton dress with red heels. My skin still has a nice sun-kissed glow from the summer sun, so I look good in white.
We arrive at the party. The house is decorated beautifully, but a little fancy for my taste. She has the party catered and all the ladies are drinking this incredibly yummy fruity rum punch. I am not a big drinker, but I drink a little more than I should.
I see a lady flirting with my husband across the room. I get jealous. (not like me) I gravitate over to her husband. Turns out that he and I went to the same college just a couple of years apart. I end up convincing him that we should take a look at the rest of the house. With no one looking, we sneak up the stairs and make our way to my neighbor’s master bedroom.
By the time he kisses me, I have forgotten all about being jealous. Now I am just horny. I end up fucking this incredibly sexy man that I just met right there on my neighbor’s bed.
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