C18 (8)

Careful what you wish for, you just might get it.

She was so nervous I agreed to go along. As we drove Sara was getting angrier, but it was with herself or more like the situation. I was an accessory.

She kept bringing up, "Mark is going to be so mad. Shit. Shit." Saying this as she was glancing at the clock. It was working her into a panic. It was pitch black outside now.

I volunteered, "We were in the middle of, ah, something."

She looked daggers at me, "I can't believe you did this."

"It just happened."

"Fuck You!"

My temperature started to rise, "You could have left, YOU could have left when you first got up. You didn't I had no idea. So..fuck, calm down. It'll be fine."

There was a pause, and she softened. "I'm sorry." She started to cry a little. "I'm just...confused."

"Ok, Ok." I was feeling pretty bad, "but give me some..." I did not know what to say "It's hard Sara. Makes me crazy." I made no sense. This was something that felt so right, I wanted to say that. Ask her. She was NOT sorry. I didn't believe it.

"I'm, I'm fucking pregnant, and have such raging hormones, and...horny. And I haven't been getting any. Mark isn't interested. And YOU show up. Fuck." She was crying again.

"Sara. It's ok. Come on. And maybe this, what we did. It'll work out Sis. We get it out of our system. It's over. Come on."

She was still sniffling, "Yeah. You weaned yet bro? And for how long, 24 hours? Tomorrow I'll be as horny as ever. And you pushing all my buttons."

She was frowning, gripping the steering wheel. I fought from laughing. I wanted to say opening all your buttons more like. It just hit me as sounding funny. I was really walking a fine line here and held my tongue.

She always had an amazing sex drive. I could only imagine if SHE thought she was horny.

"Sara. I know I keep saying, I'm sorry, I really am. I should have been the better person. I'd be lying if I said it wasn't perfect, so, and.... I intended to only talk with you. Maybe hold you. It's been so long."

She looked at me and finally a smile, "It felt good. I wanted the kiss, I wanted your hands on me, to be held, I like being in your arms, you in me. I like your touch."

"I know. It makes it hard."

"No pun intended. Right?"

"I do love you." I said, I meant it.

"I love you, too."

And we were silent the rest of the way. When she turned the car off Sara repeated our story. It was like we had been in a car accident or something, going to see the cops.

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Before we so much as stopped the car, the door swung open.

"Where the hell have you been?!"

Sara immediately, "It got later than I realized. We stopped for..."

And I immediately jumped in, "Mark, she wasn't feeling well I told her to lay down, she wasn't ready when she got up. It's my fault. I knew what time she needed to leave."

Sara looked at me with what was at first an angry glare, because she had told me to stay out of it. But as I spoke her demeanor changed to look like, 'Wow! That was brilliant.' as she heard what I said.

Mark was looking at Sara and me, taking in her tear streaked face. I realized after I said it how good that sounded. My being there took the edge off.

Mark was speechless.

Sara added, "How many nights am I late? This was one time."

He looked at me and swung his head back, like he'd smelled something awful. He got in.

He no more than closed the door, when he swung around to me now in the back seat. "And YOU! I want you out of here. Got that. I don't like all this bullshit. I'm tired of it, and you're...."

Sara jumped in, "Don't you talk to him like that. It's my house too. WE can talk about it, but he's not leaving tonight or tomorrow, got that."

His nostrils flaring he looked at his wife. "Sorry babe. Yeah. But this invitation is NOT open ended."

"I understand," she said softly.

We got home, and he was up the stairs and gone.

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The juxtaposition was incredible.

Sara crying in the car, Mark screaming at us, and suddenly we were standing alone in the living room.

It was almost more than I could take.

We looked at each other, and it was a very weird moment.

The only comparable situation is when you get really drunk and accidentally fuck someone only to wake up with them the next day. Only this was not quite right.

And I STILL hadn't seen her naked. Oh, what pops into my head. Standing there in that little yellow dress, her breasts, looking so inviting. I could literally drink in her body, could feel every crevice. We had been fucking not half hour ago. I could smell her on my hands. I made her cum. How long had it been since she had last had sex? How long since she had cum like that?

I wanted to ask, but didn't.

She was smoothing her clothing out the way girls do, and looking down at herself as if she were indecent. Probably sensing my thoughts, and not wanting to give me anything to see.

Her nose was red, and her hair was clinging to her cheeks. She looked so sexy, and the smell of sex unmistakable, to me anyway. Thank god Mark was mad, I had not even thought of that. Unbelievably, she looked so good my cock was stirring again. We could so easily fuck like bunnies, the two of us. Mark wasn't here. Stop!! My thoughts screaming.

All of this transpired in about six seconds.

"Ok. I think that went about as well as could be expected." She breathed out a sigh.

"I thought he was going to hit me?"

"He was." She waited for the effect of her words on me. "I think I'm going to take a shower, get cleaned up. I'm a bit of a sticky mess."

I felt myself get instantly aroused, wanted to say something with major double entendre but held by tongue. Then it hit me, my Sara in the shower? Oh yeah just great. Be naked in the house with just me. And did she have to use the word Sticky? I had immediate visions of my cum leaking from her and crusting on her thighs. Fuuuuck.

"Uh, yeah. Ok" I looked her up and down as I spoke. So obviously drinking her in. What was she thinking? "Sure."

I could say, 'can I join you?' I could say, 'you had agreed to let me see you naked. This would be a good time.' I could say, 'Can I undress you?'

I was rock hard now.

If she noticed, she did not indicate anything.

"See you in a bit." A sway of her hips as she turned.

I called out to her, "Considering we actually have NOT eaten. I'll see if there is anything I can make us."

"Yeah, thanks."

She was up the stairs and gone.

I felt like I so needed to masturbate, I felt such an emerging heat. And then I was wondering. If this is how I feel, what about her?

What would SHE be doing up in that shower?

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The shower was long, and my anticipation drove me crazy. I was hard and my cock was tenting. This would be too obvious. I turned on the TV, with sound low to distract myself, and after a bit my cock settled down.

God, fuck. I was trembling.

I couldn't think about it. It had to be natural.

But after a bit, I began scanning the room creating scenarios for myself. Where would she sit. I looked at the sofa. We had just had sex but I was rock hard.

I could jack off, but now not enough time. And, lets be honest, part of me did not want to waste it. It was a lost cause and finally in an exhausted heap I simply sat and waited while watching the weather channel.

I heard the water stop, and moved the plates around a bit.

Silence. I heard nothing, until some padding down the steps.

She appeared. Her hair was wet. She was in a soft white robe. Anything underneath? Honestly, it was my first thought.

When she stepped into the living room she paused and got a big smile on her face and said "sandwiches, thanks." "I said I would."

She sat down beside me, "Mark is sleeping" she said and we ate mostly in silence. I kept eying her and she kept noticing, giving me sideways glances.

Her robe fell off one leg, exposing her soft thighs. I about swooned. I was still so horny my cock was throbbing.