“Oh God, I’m so sorry I put you in that situation, Jen. You will hate me forever.”

I watch as the tears pour down Marci’s cheeks, dropping from her face onto the gentle slopes of her breasts, and disappear beneath her barely closed blouse.

“Don’t be silly. It happened, now it’s over. To be honest, I enjoyed watching you.”

I embrace Marci and kiss the tears from one cheek then the other before moving slightly back and looking into her eyes. I feel her body tremble against my own.

“He didn’t get you off, did he?” A simple nod from Marci confirms it.

The phone said I had two messages when I returned from running errands Friday afternoon. The first was from Sandra, saying Bunko was being cancelled for tonight. Several of the Mom’s from school had started Bunko as a ‘Girl’s Night Out’ once a month. It was a good chance to relax, share a glass or two of wine, and catch up on the latest gossip. The second was from Marci, one of the Bunko regulars. She and I had become good friends despite the 10 years difference in our ages. She was a divorced Mom really struggling to make ends meet and I tried to help her out as often as I could by keeping her daughter while she worked a second job. Bunko was really her only social event as far as I knew.

“Bunko’s off for tonight, but Gina’s with her Dad for the weekend and I’ve got to work Saturday and Sunday, so I have to do something tonight to unwind. Deb is picking me up at 6 and we are going to that new Jazz Club on 7th. Come on over and go with us, please!”

Jake had already planned a ‘Dad’s Night’ with our daughter Jessie, movie, Build A Bear, and pizza. She is a bona fide Daddy’s Girl and he worships the ground she walks on so I didn’t want to interrupt their date, I picked up the phone and called Marci and told her I’d be glad to go.

I rang her doorbell and Marci opened the door still in her bathrobe.

“What should I wear?”

I was wearing my old reliable denim skirt and white blouse. Casual is my middle name.

“Anything is fine Sweetie. You look great in a knapsack.”

It is true, Marci is a real looker, but her confidence took a hit when she found out her husband was messing around with a co-worker. She was still back in the bedroom when Deb arrived. Deb is about halfway between Marci and I in age. She has twin boys and a husband who is a dentist. Marci walked out of the bedroom in a slinky little red skirt with a thin pale yellow top, both Deb and I whistled at the same time.

“Too much?” Marci asks somewhat defensively.

“You look great, let’s go.” Deb says and we jump in her car and head to the club.

The club was busy for Happy Hour but not packed. We found a booth against the wall, halfway between the bar and where the live band would be playing later. For now they were piping in light jazz mixed with an occasional R&B classic. I just love that type of music. Our conversation was mostly light, centered on the kids, school, plans for the upcoming holidays. Deb and I were both sipping our second glass of wine while Marci was into her third margarita. We could tell she was getting a little tipsy as she was talking much faster and giggling at the least little comment, when two men approached our table.

“Hi Marci,” said one. He was around 6 feet tall, lean, with a sandy blond head of hair. He appeared to be about Marci’s age. The second was a little shorter, stocky, with dark hair, and he also appeared to be about Marci’s age.

“Omigod,” exclaimed Marci, “What are you doing here Doug?”

Before he could answer Marci was introducing us. Doug had worked with Marci 3 years ago, before moving after getting a promotion. He introduced his friend as Tim. Marci invited them to sit down with us. Deb got up and let Doug slide in next to Marci while Tim slid in on the other side next to me. The booth was meant for four so we were quite snug. I was pressed against Marci on one side and Tim’s hip and leg were against my own on the other side.

The conversation, mostly dominated by Doug and Marci, continued on. It was obvious that Marci was flirting with Doug, who was more than happy to respond. It was nice to see her having a good time and showing an interest in a man again.

The waitress came to take more drink orders.

“Nothing for me,” said Deb. “I need to be going. I promised the babysitter I’d get her home early. Tom wasn’t going to get home from that conference until 10 or so.”

The disappointment on Marci’s face was clear to all when Doug spoke up.

“Stay Marci. We’ll take you home.”

Marci’s face once more lit up. “Great. Stay with me Jen. Please!” I really wanted to leave with Deb but did not want to disappoint Marci. Plus since she had obviously drank to much, my maternal instincts kicked in as well.

“Okay, a while longer.” We all ordered another round as Deb left the table, however the guys remain seated as is, pressed up against us. Just as the waitress returns with our drinks, the lights in the place dim. When I ask the waitress about it, she says it means Happy Hour is over.

Our conversation continues though it grows more and more sporadic as Doug and Marci’s flirting escalates. I’m turned towards Tim responding to something he said when he smiles and nods his head. I look back and see Doug and Marci kissing. Somewhat tentative at first, but soon it turns into a full fledged make-out session. God, I think, this couldn’t be more awkward. I was wrong.

I feel Tim’s hand slide down my back, lower still until it crosses the waistband of my denim skirt. I turn slightly and grasp his wrist. I smile at him, say nothing, and remove his hand. As I do so, I feel Marci’s body lean back into me some more. I turn and look back at Marci and Doug. It feels as if I’m slapped in the face. Marci is leaning back against me, her legs are open, and Doug’s hand is rubbing between them. I can see her white panties, as Doug’s fingers rub and probe the material. As I watch, it’s as if I can feel the sensations between my own legs. I watch as the material darkens, as Marci’s juices seep through the lace and nylon. I watch transfixed as Doug’s fingers continue their exploration. Tim’s hand returns to my back, softly circling across my blouse. His hand moves to my side, until his fingers press into the softness of the side of my breast. I allow him to continue as I watch Doug’s fingers disappear beneath the edge of Marci’s panties. It’s been years since I have been this close, watching something so erotic. Tim’s hand slides slowly across my entire breast outside my blouse. His fingers zero in on the bump of my stiffening nipple and he pinches it lightly. Once more I take his wrist and remove his hand while saying nothing.

The waitress returns, speaking to Doug and Marci, “Guys, I hate to interrupt your fun, but you need to either stop or leave.”

Doug pulls away from Marci. “Yes, I think its time to go” He throws a hundred dollar bill on the table and slides out of the booth and stands up. It’s hard not to notice the bulge in his slacks as he adjusts himself for comfort. Marci pushes her skirt down and follows Doug out of the booth. Her face is flush from either arousal, embarrassment, or a combination of both. Tim and I get up from the other side and we walk out to the parking lot. Doug tosses Tim a set of keys and the lights come on a mid-size sedan. Marci climbs in the backseat and Doug is right behind her. I slip in to the passenger seat and Tim behind the wheel.

“Where to?” Tim asks.

“Marci’s house.” I reply. “Left out of the parking lot and then right at the second light to start.”

We have not gotten out of the parking lot and Doug is basically on top of Marci, kissing again. I can’t help myself but to watch out of the corner of my eye as Doug unbuttons Marci’s blouse. He quickly has it open and pushes it away. Marci’s breasts push against the thin material of her bra, her nipples erect, poke through the cloth. Doug’s hand reaches down and pulls the bra down, freeing a breast. His face dives down and he sucks the nipple between his lips. I feel my own nipple pucker and grow hard inside my bra. Again Doug maneuvers his hand and I watch as he slides Marci’s skirt up until it rests almost at her waist. Her panties once more exposed for all to see. Doug pushes Marci’s bra strap down, freeing her other breast. I watch as he slowly licks her nipple with his tongue. I turn halfway in my seat to continue to watch as Doug kisses her breasts, as his fingers rub her pussy through her panties.

I’m aware that Tim has placed a hand on my thigh. I feel it stroke my skin, moving down to my inner thigh, but my brain is focused on Doug and Marci’s actions in the backseat until Tim speaks.

“Purple is my favorite color.”

“What?”

I feel his fingers brush across my panty covered pussy.

“Purple panties are hot.”

I realize that the way I’m turned, with my legs spread, my denim skirt has slid high up on my thighs, allowing Tim to see my purple panties as well as offering free access of his fingers. I let him rub another few seconds before pulling his hand away.

“Take a right at the next street.”

However, I don’t adjust my legs, allowing him to continue to stare at my exposed undergarment. The experience of watching Doug and Marci, while being watched by Tim is intoxicating and I feel my own body responding more and more as the situation unfolds. Marci is close to naked now, her breasts uncovered and her skirt up to her waist, I’m wondering if they are going to fuck right there in the backseat like two horny teenagers.

“Which way?”

I look up and we are at an intersection. “Turn left, Marci’s house is the second one on the right.”

We pull in the driveway and Tim and I get out of the car. Doug gets out and finally Marci emerges, not bothering to button her blouse, simply holding it together. She hands me her keys and I open the door and let us in. I walk into the living room and sit down on the loveseat, fully expecting Doug and Marci to head to the bedroom. Tim sits down beside me, and much to my surprise Doug and Marci sit on the couch across from us and within seconds are back at it. Doug buries his face into Marci’s neck as he pushes her blouse off her shoulders, and she removes her arms and allows it to fall to the floor. Her already opened bra quickly follows. Doug kisses from her neck down and sucks a nipple between his lips. I can easily hear as he slips a hand down and unzips her skirt. He moves away and grabs it by the waist and slides it down. Marci lifts her hips and allows Doug to remove it completely. Now wearing only her thong, Marci lays back on the couch, one foot over the back of the sofa, the other foot flat on the floor, her legs spread widely. The thong cannot completely cover her and I can see her pussy, crimson and glistening with wetness, in full arousal.

Doug rises off the couch and starts to undress. I watch as he unbuttons his shirt. Tim places his arm around my shoulder and pulls me back against him until I’m semi-reclining, leaning back against his upper body. Tim then loops his arm over my shoulder and lightly strokes my neck, then, lower onto my chest. When he reaches my blouse, he unbuttons the top button, gently caressing the newly exposed skin, before opening the next button. I know I will stop him, just not quite yet. The third button pops open, well below the bottom edge of my bra. His hand stops moving down, and instead slides under the purple material and his fingers lightly pinch my hard nipple.

Doug slides his pants and boxers down his legs and off. His hard cock pops into view. Later I might describe it as average at best, but now, just a few feet in front of me, it’s head swollen, red, and oozing pre-cum, it is totally erotic to me as I watch as he moves back towards the couch where Marci waits, one hand lightly stroking a nipple, the other resting on a inner thigh. Doug lays across Marci and once again his mouth seeks out a nipple. I can see his cock mashed against her skin just above the edge of her thong.

Tim removes his hand from my nipple, disappointing me. He reaches down on both sides of me and tries to pull my skirt off. I stop him. Instead of pulling down, he now starts to push it up. He pushes it up until my brief bikini panties are totally exposed. He pulls me back to him, one hand snaking back into my bra.

I continue to watch as Doug slides up Marci’s body, offering his cock to her mouth. Marci leans forward and slides it between her lips. Tim removes his hand from me again but I am so engrossed in what’s in front of me I pay no attention to his movements as I can hear Marci’s sucking noises as she lathers Doug’s cock with her lips and tongue, her saliva coating it. I feel Tim grasp my hand and pull it towards him. He pulls it down slightly and presses his hard dick, his bare hard dick, into my hand. Instinctively I wrap my fingers around it. As I do Tim leans forward, pulls my bra down, exposing one of my breasts, and begins kissing it as his hand works its way under the elastic of my panties. His fingers slide effortlessly through my wet lips, his fingers deliciously thick as he presses first one, then a second, deep into my pussy while his thumb seeks out, and begins to circle across my clit. He quickly establishes a steady finger fucking, which I quickly mimic as my hand slides up and down his dick, careful to rub my thumb across his sensitive head with each stroke.

In front of me Doug removes his cock from Marci’s mouth and moves back down the couch. He grabs Marci’s thong and pulls it down and off her legs. She opens her legs as Doug places the tip of his cock against her wetness and slides it deep inside her. As I watch this, my pussy suddenly spasms as I cum hard on Tim’s fingers, the walls of my pussy squeezing his fingers. As I watch, I can tell Doug is moving way to fast, much too excited. In a matter of seconds I hear him groan and see his ass drive into Marci. At the same time Tim releases my breast from his mouth and a moan escapes from his mouth and I feel his hot cum spill across my fingers and cover my hand.

An awkward silence ensues before Doug stands and begins to get dressed as does Tim. Marci slips her dress on and pulls her blouse on and pulls it together as Doug and Tim walk to the door. I remain in the living room and hear muffled good-byes, the door close, before Marci returns, tears welling in her eyes.

Seeing Marci nod, I know what I want to do for my friend. I step back and unfastened the remaining buttons of my blouse and remove it as Marci watches with wide eyes. I reach behind me and unsnap my bra and allow it to fall to the carpet as well. My hands quickly drop to my side and the denim falls in a heap at my feet, joining the rest. I step closer and take Marci’s blouse from her hands and open it and push it again from her shoulders. I move to her and place a hand on her arm, while the other finds the zipper to her skirt and lower it, the material slowing moving down her legs to the floor. Marci is now naked in front of me, while my damp panties remain on for the moment. I look into Marci’s eyes and move forward, my nipples rubbing across her own. I place a hand on the swell of her hips and gently move my nipples back and forth against her own. Her eyes close at the sensation before opening and looking into my own.

“Jen, I never…”

“Do you want me to stop?”

Marci doesn’t reply as I continue to rub her nipples with my own.

“By the way, it’s not like I do this everyday.”

Marci smiles and I lean forward and kiss her lips, lightly at first, then with more force and passion. I slip my tongue against her lips and they quickly part and her tongue joins my own. My hand rubs back across her hip and onto her ass and pull her tightly to me. Our mounds press together, and I drop my other hand and cup her ass and grind into her mound even harder. I push Marci back to the sofa and she sits down. I drop to my knees and spread her legs. I kiss down her body, stopping briefly at her breasts, before arriving between her legs. I run my finger through her wet lips, followed by my tongue. I lightly lick her swollen, wet lips with my tongue. Watching her over the last hour or so, I know the last thing she needs is more teasing. I insert my middle finger into her pussy, rubbing the front wall until I find the small spongy area of her G-Spot. Marci groans loudly as I press and rub the spot. I lean forward and kiss her pussy before forcing my tongue through the wettest pussy I could imagine, and begin licking her clit. Marci screams out as her orgasm rocks her body, her hips lurching against my mouth and finger, her pussy gushing into my mouth and onto my face. I continue to lick and rub as a second climax quickly follows the first. I remove my finger but continue to lick and suck on Marci’s clit.
A third climax is my reward as Marci finally pushes me away from her flesh.

After a minute she asks, “What about you?”
“Don’t worry about me.”

“I want to.”

I just smile and stand up in front of Marci. She leans forward on the couch and kisses first one nipple, then the other. She reaches up and slides my panties down my legs.

“Your shaved”

“I know,” I say with a laugh.

Marci pulls me down onto the couch and goes down on me, coaxing me to cum twice in a brief period of time. Afterward we are both dressed she asks,

“Can we do this again?”

Dammit, I see this story right before bedtime, I'll be back to read it tomorrow, I swear!!

Ok, freakin hot as usual, you make us feel guilty we don't make more time to write.

very sexy and hot....but no guys allowed!

I'm really straight...hmmm...am I?!

Regardless, Silk STILL didn't disappoint!