Mark goes to a party with his wife’s book club friends. Something is in the air or in the wine because he ends up having the nest night of his life.
Mark had been to enough of Sofia’s backyard parties to know the drill: paper lanterns strung between the oak trees, a cooler of beer sweating onto the patio, and his wife, Clara disappearing into the kitchen within ten minutes to help with something. Tonight was no different. They had barely stepped through the gate before Sofia grabbed Clara by the wrist and pulled her toward a platter of bruschetta.
“Save me a seat,” Clara said over her shoulder, already laughing at something someone else had said.
Mark nodded, alone with his beer. He was a quiet man by nature—dark hair, broad shoulders, a smile he didn’t use often enough. He didn’t think of himself as the kind of man women noticed. Which was why, for the first twenty minutes, he assumed he was imagining things.
Dr. Lena Ortiz found him first. She was his dentist, a fact that made her sudden appearance at Sofia’s party feel like a fever dream. She wore a sundress the color of merlot and held a glass of white wine like it was a surgical instrument.
“Mark,” she said, smiling. “I know that smile.”
“You do?”
“I’ve spent three years looking at it from six inches away.” She stepped closer. “You’ve been flossing.”
“I try.”
“I can tell.” Her fingers brushed his wrist. “You should come in for a cleaning soon. I have a cancellation next Thursday. Very late. Very… private.”
Mark laughed nervously. “I’ll check with Clara.”
“Of course.” Lena’s smile didn’t waver. “But you’re the patient.”
She drifted away, and Mark took a long drink of beer. Before he could recover, Sofia appeared at his elbow. She was the hostess, all gold jewelry and easy confidence, and she touched his lapel like she was straightening it.
“You look good tonight,” she said.
“Thanks. Great party.”
“It’s better now.” She leaned in. “Clara’s in the kitchen arguing about potato salad. You’re out here looking like you need rescuing.”
“Rescuing?”
“Yes, said Sofia, from Dr. Ortiz. She looked like she wanted to eat you alive.”
“I’m fine.”
“Are you?” Sofia’s hand slid down his arm. “If you get bored, the guest room upstairs is very quiet. I keep it locked during parties, but I have the key.”
Mark blinked. “Sofia—”
“Just saying.” She winked and moved on to greet another guest.
He told himself it was the wine. Then Diane arrived.
His mother-in-law swept through the gate in a black wrap dress and silver earrings, her hair freshly blown out. She kissed his cheek, then his other cheek, then lingered.
“Mark, darling,” she said. “You’re the most handsome man here.”
“Diane. You look great.”
“I know.” She laughed, low and warm. “Clara doesn’t appreciate what she has. She’s in there talking about casseroles. If I were twenty years younger—”
“Diane.”
“I’m joking.” She patted his chest, her hand resting there a beat too long. “Mostly.”
She floated off toward the bar, and Mark stared after her, wondering what alternate universe he’d stumbled into. His dentist had just propositioned him. His neighbor had offered a locked room. His mother-in-law had called him handsome and let her hand wander. And his wife was somewhere inside, entirely unaware.
Ava found him by the fire pit. Ava was Mark’s younger sister —Clara’s college roommate, now a wedding planner with a laugh that turned heads. She wore a slip dress and no bra, and she took his beer from his hand and drank from it.
“Hi bro. You’re popular tonight,” she said.
“I’m confused.”
“You’re also oblivious.” She handed the bottle back. “Lena’s been staring at you for an hour. Sofia put you on her seating chart next to her. Diane just called you handsome in front of the whole patio.”
“She’s my mother-in-law.”
“And she’s still a woman. Just like me” Ava’s smile was sharp. “Relax, bro. It’s a party.”
She danced with him later, under the string lights, her body close enough that he could feel the heat of her through his shirt. Her hand rested on the back of his neck. Her mouth brushed his ear.
“Clara’s inside,” she whispered. “I’m out here.”
Mark should have walked away. He knew that. But Ava kissed him before he could decide, and the kiss was slow and deliberate, her tongue sliding against his, her fingers curling into his hair. When she pulled back, she was breathing hard.
“Guest bathroom,” she said. “Two minutes.”
“What the fuck?” He thought but his urges and curiosity got the best of him and he went.He felt brave and dizzy.
The bathroom was small and warm, lit by a single amber bulb. Ava locked the door behind them and pushed him against the sink. She got on her knees and unbuttoned his pants. She pulled out his fully erect dick and kissed as she looked up at him. Her fingers held on tight to his dick and her mouth moved onto his dick head. Mark gripped the porcelain edge and tried to remember his own name.
“Tell me to stop,” said his sister.
“Don’t stop,” whispered Mark.
She smiled and licked and stroked his dick. Ava stroked his dick until Mark shot a hot load into her mouth. Abe swallowed it all. She stood up and said, “i just wanted to tell you that you are the best bro ever.”
With that she fixed her face, while bending over while placing her ass on his crotch. She finished up and whispered to Mark, “I’m gonna fuck you tonight. I’ve waited forever and tonight is the night. Your dick is beautiful and later tonight Im gonna want another load in me. I have two holes left. Pick one.” With that, she left and left Mark in a daze. Did that really just happen?
Later—how much later, he couldn’t say—he found himself in the pantry with Sofia. He didn’t remember walking there. He remembered her hand in his, her laugh, the click of the door. She pressed him against the shelves, a bag of rice digging into his back, and kissed him like she’d been waiting all night.
“I knew you’d come,” she said.
“This is insane,” thought Mark.
“Shh.” She hiked up her skirt and pulled a condom from her purse. “Clara’s doing the raffle. We have ten minutes.”
He lifted her onto the counter. She wrapped her legs around him, and for ten minutes the party outside ceased to exist. She didn’t kiss him all she did was stare into his eyes. His dick pushed and pulled into her. Faster and faster until he felt a load empty into the condone as she shivered and whimpered. When it was over, Sofia straightened her dress, pulled off the condome and emptied its contents into her mouth. She kissed his cheek and slipped out first.
Mark fixed his clothes and walked back into the yard like a man returning from war. No one at the party had noticed. Clara was on the patio, holding a clipboard, laughing with the book club women. She waved at him. He waved back.
Then Lena appeared beside him.
“You look flushed,” she said.
“It’s warm.”
“It is.” She took his hand and led him toward the side gate. “My car’s around the corner. Ten minutes.”
“Lena—”
“I’m your dentist, Mark. I know how to be gentle.”
He followed her. He couldn’t help it. In the back seat of her sedan, she straddled him and kissed him. Her body was light, her pussy was tight and her rhythm made his cum build up feel magical like a drug that made him forgot his body. She lightly bit his neck and whispered, “yes daddy. Give it to me daddy. Fuck my little pussy daddy, I’ve been a bad girl.” Mark exploded into her.
Je sat there drained while Lena continued to rock him in and out of her pussy. When she came, she pressed her forehead to his and laughed softly.
“Same time next Thursday,” she said.
Diane cornered him by the hydrangeas after midnight. She was tipsy and flushed, and she took his arm like they were old friends.
“You’ve been busy,” she said.
Mark froze. “What?”
“Running around all night. Sofia’s been sending you on errands?” She laughed. “I’m glad Clara married a man who helps.”
“Right. Errands.”
Diane leaned closer. “I meant what I said earlier. You’re a good man. Clara’s lucky.”
“Thank you, Diane.”
“And if you ever get tired of being lucky—” She stopped herself, patted his arm, and smiled. “Never mind. I’m going to find more wine.”
Clara finally found him near the gate, her cardigan over her arm.
“Ready?” she asked.
“Yeah.”
They walked home in the cool dark. Clara talked about the raffle, about Sofia’s potato salad, about how Diane had had one glass too many. Mark listened and nodded and kept his hands in his pockets.
“Did you have fun?” Clara asked at the front door.
Mark thought about the bathroom, the pantry, the back seat of Lena’s car. He thought about Diane’s hand on his chest and Ava’s mouth on his neck. He thought about how completely, blissfully unaware his wife was.
“Yeah, great party,” he said.
Clara smiled. “Good. Thank you for being a good sport.”
She went inside. Mark stood on the porch a moment longer, the night air cool on his face, and wondered how long a man could get away with being oblivious.
His phone rang. It was his sis. It read, “coming over to spend the night. We need to talk 😉👌🏽👈🏼 . I have Diane in tow. She says she wants to give you something. 🍭 I can share. Tell your wife we are cumming over. Delete this text. See you soon bro.”
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