Ron spent the day with me, at my house, well, mine and Tony's, as I cleaned up and made the house presentable for the party. Rom didn't even balk when I gave him some chores to do, like dusting and vacuuming, and taking the trash out.
I spent the day wearing my short baby-pink satin robe, and nothing else, just padding around, doing what was necessary, including scouring the kitchen and bathrooms. Ron would leer at me and admire my jiggling boobs, and the fact that I kept having to re-tighten my robe's sash, to keep it from opening fully to him. As much as I loved being bedded by Ron, I was in mortal fear of my home looking like a disaster area, so Ron just had to wait, though it was fun, even arousing, to tease him like this. Finally, with about 90 minutes to spare, the place was up to my satisfaction. I was still nervous as heck, I hated the idea of playing hostess without my husband, but I had been given the assurances by both Ron and Tony that it would be fine.
The catering arrived about twenty minutes after I sat down to rest, watching TV, while Ron was in the shower. Not having bothered to put any more clothes on, I simply answered the door half-naked, and let the guy and two ladies gawk at me. Well, the guy at any rate, as they brought in the trays and chafing dishes. I sat at the kitchen table, and had a small sample plate, smiling to them as they set up, and made arrangements for everything to be picked up on the following weekday. As I spoke, my robe wasn't tightly secured, and my breasts, or most of them, were on display. I had the young man's full attention the entire time they were there. So much so he offered to stay and help serve, which got him some remarks from one of the ladies, who I think was in charge. After declining his offer, I showed them out, and went to get myself ready, as I had heard the water stop running, meaning Ron was out of the shower.
"Food's ready." I commented, as he stood before me, naked, and like a Black Adonis. My eyes could not help but admire him, and I took my own sweet time to look him over, knowing at some point tonight, I was going to be impaled by him.
"What do you want me to wear?"
I was shedding my robe as I spoke, and now it was Ron's turn to drool, my firm 34C's bare to him, and my landing strip acting like directions to my glory.
"I'll find something..." he spoke in a low appreciation.
We were standing there, eyeing each other's bodies, a sort of foreplay between us. Obviously we had seen each other naked, many times, but this was the first time we had taken the time to actually look each other over in a more clinical, appraising way, and it was building heat, in me, for certain, at being able to enjoy the masculinity standing before me, and at the same time, know I was being devoured optically by a man I appreciated. For those who say women don't get turned on visually, let me tell you they are full of shit. My vagina was already getting wet, and I was just standing there.
Ron approached me and collected me in his arms, and we kissed, softly, his kips first gently plaid to mine, and then they opened, inviting mine along, where his tongue licked inside my mouth, caressing my responding tongue. I purred, moaning as his hands grasped my butt cheek in each hand, squeezing firmly. I was on my tiptoes to kiss him, and as the kiss broke, my nipples were rising. Time was stopped, even as the clock ticked, and my phone then chirped, reminding me what time it was.
"Lover, we had better stop, or everyone is going to see us." I murmured.
"Yeah. I know..." Reluctantly, Ron let me go, and I smiled to him. "But would that be so bad?" he asked.
The question threw me for as loop. It was the first time he came anywhere near admitting any feelings for me. I had to think about it in the shower. How did I really feel? How did he really feel? Tony was going to get hurt. I had a sense of dread growing ominously over me. It wouldn't be long now, before he had to be made aware. I was not looking forward to that. I knew I would cry, and probably that he would, too. Do I leave him? End it with Ron? When to do it? How to do it? My mind was in turmoil as I got out of the shower, toweling my hair and then blow-drying it, letting it hang naturally.
Once dry, I put on my makeup, adding a little more than usual, as it was a more formal party, and then went to see what Ron had laid out for me. Two outfits lay across my bed. One of them was one of my favorites, but totally inappropriate to wear. Sheer Champagne satin, it was basically that cape with no front opening, just a solid full circle, and a neck-opening and a high collar. The hem was about three inches below my butt, but worse was there were no openings or places to put my arms. If I reached wrong, the whole dress was lifted, and ******** me. I loved wearing it with and for Ron, but at the same time, I couldn't do it in front of Tony's co-workers, and superiors. I would happily wear it on a date with him, but not for a work-function. Even Ron had to answer to HR!
Next to it laid another inappropriate dress, again of satin, but one that ******* a lot of side-boob, and a very deep drape. The hem was also another too-short for business affairs length. It was hot, and great for social events and clubbing, but not this. I thought Ron was just trying to show me off as his woman. He had a point, though, in that the more we slept together, the more and more I was becoming his. I stood there, for a moment, and started to weep. Again the turmoil. Could I truly love two men? I knew that two men loved me, just in different ways. And maybe that was changing.
So to the closet I went, and pulled out a few, rejecting them, until I found one that wasn't awful. Blood red satin and off-the shoulder, the circle skirt was high-waisted and hemmed more modestly above my knees. It had a modest plunge in the neckline to show that I had a nice cleavage, but wasn't nearly as daring. I decided to pair it with seamed black thigh highs and my black Louboutins. The red of the sole was a close match for the fabric, and it would coordinate well. I'd have to paint my nails, but that was a small price to pay. I pulled on the hosiery, and then the dress, omitting panties as Ron had that rule about not wearing them at home with him. Adjusting myself, things fit well, and it was comfortable. I looked in the full-length mirror of the closet door and smiled. I liked what I saw. The doorbell rang as I was using a blow dryer to finish my nails, and I let Ron answer it, as the first guests arrived.
The party itself was a nice affair, though Ron had me at his side nearly the entire night. True to his word, he was a gracious host, and actually quite good at polite conversation, a skill I had never quite mastered. I could talk about things I was interested in, or about current events just fine, but the social niceties somehow just escaped me. The evening was very nice, and the party spilled out into the backyard as well, with a warm, gentle wafting breeze. The lights were soft, and the pool was lit to display nicely. All in all, the setting was amazing.
What wasn't amazing was Ron. He was all over me. Cupping my ass, holding my hand, even quickly kissing me a few times when he thought no one was watching. His hands were brushing my breasts 'on accident' as well. I saw eyebrows raised, and heard a few side-comments. At one point, Ron was behind me, his arms around my waist, and holding my hands, when the wafts of breeze filled my skirt. I tried to let go, so I could be more modest, but he wouldn't, and so I had a stressful moment or two, when the hem of my skirt got fuller and fuller. The hemline rose a bit, maybe to mid-thigh, before the gust died away, but for a moment, I was afraid some people powerful to my husband's career were going to get an eyeful. I had to get away for a moment.
"Ron, will you excuse me? I'd like to visit the powder room." I spoke, looking back and up to him over my shoulder. He immediately released me and I stepped off, my heels marking my progress on the smooth concrete patio, his voice and the few we were conversing with raising in laughter. Inside, I ducked into my bedroom, and took a few moments to gather myself. I looked in the mirror. With some dread, I realized what was going on. Ron was staking his claim on me. The bedroom door softly opened and closed behind me. Turning, I saw it was Ron standing there, his hand gently caressing his crotch.
"Oh, no. Not now... Not here." I tried to chide him, shaking my head. But he would not be denied.
Wordlessly, he advanced on me, and his pelvis was against mine at the bathroom counter. His hands started to reach for my skirt, to lift the front, while his hips started to rock forward, bumping against mine. Had I been barefoot, his cock would have been punching me in the stomach. In my heels, we were pretty much pelvis to pelvis. I had to admit, I was needing it. His cock in me. But I had hoped to wait until after the party, when we could fuck with abandon. Now was not that time.
"Ron, seriously. This isn't the time." I began to whine, as my hands tried to hold my skirt down, with a weak effort. Just enough to show I wasn't in favor of this, but not enough to create a showdown, or to damage the dress. The satin was thin enough as it was, so I had to be careful. Even turning on my heel could have some embarrassing, or teasing consequences.
He ignored me, just looking into my eyes. By now my skirt was at my waist, and he was reaching to open his pants, and let them fall, so his cock was ******* to me, the hot, throbbing black snake already nearly at full-mast. I took a ragged, deep breath as he began to slap at my vagina with it, and my clit took a direct smack, making me moan. I hiked my butt onto the counter and parted my knees in submission.
My slickness made it easy for him to enter me. I had been nearly dripping when the party started, but the focus on guests, and playing hostess had been a good diversion, so I had stopped secreting my lubrication. But now, love juices were flowing with a vengeance, and his velvety ebony shaft entered me with ease. My hands held onto his neck, as I tried to look into his eyes, only to lose focus as he plunged into me firmly, my head falling back on my neck, long hair cascading down to almost my waist. Then the torture began.
His hips pushed his cock into me deeply, making my lips part as I breathed deeply, my fingers curling about his dark skin, until he bottomed out in me, and I felt his body filling me as Tony never could. There is something about being filled fully, something women know but will not admit to less-endowed lovers. Size really does matter, but not in a way that is humiliating. Smaller men are great lovers, but the well-hung? They can make a woman feel things deep inside them. Fantastic things that take good sex and make it catastrophically great sex. And Ron did that to me, every time. It was part of the reason I was falling in love with him. I gasped softly as I realized it. I was falling in love with the man.
I lasted only a little while before he made me climax, my jaws clenched tightly, lips pursed as I cried out into my mouth. My toes curled, and fists balled up, the release was much needed, even if the timing was horrendous. Ron lasted not long after, and he filled me with his black baby-juice, again making my womb risk his child. We were playing Russian Roulette with my fertility, a game I was certain to lose at some point.
My marriage was going to become a casualty. To what extent, I didn't know, but perhaps wit would be totally destroyed. I loved Tony, but I was becoming deeply in love with Ron. There was something about the man, a virility, a masculinity, and an aura about him that was impossible to resist. Tony was going to have to find out. And as I thought it, my lips blurted it out.
"Tony is going to have to find out."
"I know. Soon." He replied.
We then looked into each other's eyes. My eyes were caught in his gaze, and we shared some more silent communication, the kind only couples have. We both knew it was true, and I think I showed Ron how much I felt for him. Whether he could read that message or not was an open question. He was still a man, after all, and they could be thick, sometimes.
Our silent conversation was interrupted by a tap on the door.
"Wendy? You in there?" a female voice asked. "You alright?"
I called out quickly. "Yeah, I'm fine, just touching up. I'll be right out!" I called back, praying that no one would open the door. I was still on the counter, my legs parted and my skirt at my waist, with Ron's naked lower half at my crotch, his cock finally falling out of me. A dollop of his semen fell to the floor with a plop.
My voice became a whisper. "Wait until I leave. Give me a few minutes and then come out, ok?"
He silently nodded, and quietly moved aside, holding my hips to gently let me down. I had to hand it to the man. He knew discretion when it really mattered. Reaching to my drawer, I had to pull on some panties, to keep Ron's essence from leaking down my legs. Ron's virility made him ejaculate heavily, and I had to keep from leaving a trail of our sexual encounter behind me.
Ron was pushing the agenda, and the timetable. I was getting in deep shit, but I couldn't stop it. I wasn't even sure I wanted to. I shook my head ruefully as I exited my bedroom, closing the door behind me; I was confronted by two women, wives of the office. They weren't happy.
"Let's talk outside", a brunette named Allison invited me. Her friend, Janine, accompanied us, and we wound up in the front yard, where we could talk alone.
"What the hell are you doing?" Janine was the first to go on the attack. "I work with your husband, and you expect me to keep my mouth shut?" Her tone was dark, and hard. Allison was just observing, for now.
"Look...." I started. "This wasn't my idea. Frankly, I didn't want to have this thing tonight, with Tony gone. But this was their idea." I was referring to Tony and Ron. "Tony knows that Ron is here, and that Ron is essentially the host in my house, and I'm just trying to be a good hostess. I'm not an idiot. I know Ron's been all over me, but what the hell am I supposed to do? He's my husband's boss! I don't want to make a scene in front of everybody." My own tone was a hiss, almost. My blue eyes were blazing angry.
Allison laid a hand to Janine's arm, and then spoke softly. "Are you going to sleep with him?" she asked.
I so badly didn't want to answer that. My vagina was already full of Ron's latest conquest of me. I had to take the safe way out.
"I...I don't know what Ron intends tonight." It wasn't true. I knew in my heart, that Ron was going to hammer me hard, his large, black nail impaling me to the bed, floor, grass, or wherever he chose to have me again.
Janine kicked back in. "Ron is a man-whore." She started. "He almost wrecked my marriage, and hers." She nodded her head to Allison. "He'll fuck you a few times, and then move on. He's done it to both of us." She added with some authority. "The way he's been all over you, I'm surprised he hasn't bent you over a chair already." Her voice ended with disdain. "Trust me. Two weeks, and he'll be on to another piece of ass."
That information made me think, and for a moment, my thoughts drifted as Allison next added on. Was Ron just using me for an easy lay? Would Ron leave me when he got tired of me? Tony was going to find out, certainly, and in a bad way, possibly tonight. Hell, he might even know, now! Allison's comments brought me back.
"...If you're wise you'll turn him down when he tries to seduce you. He's into some kinky stuff."
"Like what?" I had to ask. Curiosity always killed the cat, but I was nosey, now.
"He likes to make you take risks, and put you in danger. Oh, he'll try and rescue you, but he may not be in time. That's what happened to me, and I wound up getting mugged. Just watch yourself..." Allison finished.
"Don't be surprised if he tries to get you into bed tonight. The way his hands are all over you, I'm surprised he hasn't already." Janine concluded.
I shrugged, trying to be non-committal. There was no way to explain Ron and I had been lovers for three months at this point. "I'll have to wait and see what he tries. But like I said, Tony knows he's here, so Ron would be a fool to do something."
We all wound up shrugging, and the gossip-session ended. But again, the questions lingered, now even more so. My heart was splitting into two, my body was solidly in one camp, and my mind was just confused.
I spent the day wearing my short baby-pink satin robe, and nothing else, just padding around, doing what was necessary, including scouring the kitchen and bathrooms. Ron would leer at me and admire my jiggling boobs, and the fact that I kept having to re-tighten my robe's sash, to keep it from opening fully to him. As much as I loved being bedded by Ron, I was in mortal fear of my home looking like a disaster area, so Ron just had to wait, though it was fun, even arousing, to tease him like this. Finally, with about 90 minutes to spare, the place was up to my satisfaction. I was still nervous as heck, I hated the idea of playing hostess without my husband, but I had been given the assurances by both Ron and Tony that it would be fine.
The catering arrived about twenty minutes after I sat down to rest, watching TV, while Ron was in the shower. Not having bothered to put any more clothes on, I simply answered the door half-naked, and let the guy and two ladies gawk at me. Well, the guy at any rate, as they brought in the trays and chafing dishes. I sat at the kitchen table, and had a small sample plate, smiling to them as they set up, and made arrangements for everything to be picked up on the following weekday. As I spoke, my robe wasn't tightly secured, and my breasts, or most of them, were on display. I had the young man's full attention the entire time they were there. So much so he offered to stay and help serve, which got him some remarks from one of the ladies, who I think was in charge. After declining his offer, I showed them out, and went to get myself ready, as I had heard the water stop running, meaning Ron was out of the shower.
"Food's ready." I commented, as he stood before me, naked, and like a Black Adonis. My eyes could not help but admire him, and I took my own sweet time to look him over, knowing at some point tonight, I was going to be impaled by him.
"What do you want me to wear?"
I was shedding my robe as I spoke, and now it was Ron's turn to drool, my firm 34C's bare to him, and my landing strip acting like directions to my glory.
"I'll find something..." he spoke in a low appreciation.
We were standing there, eyeing each other's bodies, a sort of foreplay between us. Obviously we had seen each other naked, many times, but this was the first time we had taken the time to actually look each other over in a more clinical, appraising way, and it was building heat, in me, for certain, at being able to enjoy the masculinity standing before me, and at the same time, know I was being devoured optically by a man I appreciated. For those who say women don't get turned on visually, let me tell you they are full of shit. My vagina was already getting wet, and I was just standing there.
Ron approached me and collected me in his arms, and we kissed, softly, his kips first gently plaid to mine, and then they opened, inviting mine along, where his tongue licked inside my mouth, caressing my responding tongue. I purred, moaning as his hands grasped my butt cheek in each hand, squeezing firmly. I was on my tiptoes to kiss him, and as the kiss broke, my nipples were rising. Time was stopped, even as the clock ticked, and my phone then chirped, reminding me what time it was.
"Lover, we had better stop, or everyone is going to see us." I murmured.
"Yeah. I know..." Reluctantly, Ron let me go, and I smiled to him. "But would that be so bad?" he asked.
The question threw me for as loop. It was the first time he came anywhere near admitting any feelings for me. I had to think about it in the shower. How did I really feel? How did he really feel? Tony was going to get hurt. I had a sense of dread growing ominously over me. It wouldn't be long now, before he had to be made aware. I was not looking forward to that. I knew I would cry, and probably that he would, too. Do I leave him? End it with Ron? When to do it? How to do it? My mind was in turmoil as I got out of the shower, toweling my hair and then blow-drying it, letting it hang naturally.
Once dry, I put on my makeup, adding a little more than usual, as it was a more formal party, and then went to see what Ron had laid out for me. Two outfits lay across my bed. One of them was one of my favorites, but totally inappropriate to wear. Sheer Champagne satin, it was basically that cape with no front opening, just a solid full circle, and a neck-opening and a high collar. The hem was about three inches below my butt, but worse was there were no openings or places to put my arms. If I reached wrong, the whole dress was lifted, and ******** me. I loved wearing it with and for Ron, but at the same time, I couldn't do it in front of Tony's co-workers, and superiors. I would happily wear it on a date with him, but not for a work-function. Even Ron had to answer to HR!
Next to it laid another inappropriate dress, again of satin, but one that ******* a lot of side-boob, and a very deep drape. The hem was also another too-short for business affairs length. It was hot, and great for social events and clubbing, but not this. I thought Ron was just trying to show me off as his woman. He had a point, though, in that the more we slept together, the more and more I was becoming his. I stood there, for a moment, and started to weep. Again the turmoil. Could I truly love two men? I knew that two men loved me, just in different ways. And maybe that was changing.
So to the closet I went, and pulled out a few, rejecting them, until I found one that wasn't awful. Blood red satin and off-the shoulder, the circle skirt was high-waisted and hemmed more modestly above my knees. It had a modest plunge in the neckline to show that I had a nice cleavage, but wasn't nearly as daring. I decided to pair it with seamed black thigh highs and my black Louboutins. The red of the sole was a close match for the fabric, and it would coordinate well. I'd have to paint my nails, but that was a small price to pay. I pulled on the hosiery, and then the dress, omitting panties as Ron had that rule about not wearing them at home with him. Adjusting myself, things fit well, and it was comfortable. I looked in the full-length mirror of the closet door and smiled. I liked what I saw. The doorbell rang as I was using a blow dryer to finish my nails, and I let Ron answer it, as the first guests arrived.
The party itself was a nice affair, though Ron had me at his side nearly the entire night. True to his word, he was a gracious host, and actually quite good at polite conversation, a skill I had never quite mastered. I could talk about things I was interested in, or about current events just fine, but the social niceties somehow just escaped me. The evening was very nice, and the party spilled out into the backyard as well, with a warm, gentle wafting breeze. The lights were soft, and the pool was lit to display nicely. All in all, the setting was amazing.
What wasn't amazing was Ron. He was all over me. Cupping my ass, holding my hand, even quickly kissing me a few times when he thought no one was watching. His hands were brushing my breasts 'on accident' as well. I saw eyebrows raised, and heard a few side-comments. At one point, Ron was behind me, his arms around my waist, and holding my hands, when the wafts of breeze filled my skirt. I tried to let go, so I could be more modest, but he wouldn't, and so I had a stressful moment or two, when the hem of my skirt got fuller and fuller. The hemline rose a bit, maybe to mid-thigh, before the gust died away, but for a moment, I was afraid some people powerful to my husband's career were going to get an eyeful. I had to get away for a moment.
"Ron, will you excuse me? I'd like to visit the powder room." I spoke, looking back and up to him over my shoulder. He immediately released me and I stepped off, my heels marking my progress on the smooth concrete patio, his voice and the few we were conversing with raising in laughter. Inside, I ducked into my bedroom, and took a few moments to gather myself. I looked in the mirror. With some dread, I realized what was going on. Ron was staking his claim on me. The bedroom door softly opened and closed behind me. Turning, I saw it was Ron standing there, his hand gently caressing his crotch.
"Oh, no. Not now... Not here." I tried to chide him, shaking my head. But he would not be denied.
Wordlessly, he advanced on me, and his pelvis was against mine at the bathroom counter. His hands started to reach for my skirt, to lift the front, while his hips started to rock forward, bumping against mine. Had I been barefoot, his cock would have been punching me in the stomach. In my heels, we were pretty much pelvis to pelvis. I had to admit, I was needing it. His cock in me. But I had hoped to wait until after the party, when we could fuck with abandon. Now was not that time.
"Ron, seriously. This isn't the time." I began to whine, as my hands tried to hold my skirt down, with a weak effort. Just enough to show I wasn't in favor of this, but not enough to create a showdown, or to damage the dress. The satin was thin enough as it was, so I had to be careful. Even turning on my heel could have some embarrassing, or teasing consequences.
He ignored me, just looking into my eyes. By now my skirt was at my waist, and he was reaching to open his pants, and let them fall, so his cock was ******* to me, the hot, throbbing black snake already nearly at full-mast. I took a ragged, deep breath as he began to slap at my vagina with it, and my clit took a direct smack, making me moan. I hiked my butt onto the counter and parted my knees in submission.
My slickness made it easy for him to enter me. I had been nearly dripping when the party started, but the focus on guests, and playing hostess had been a good diversion, so I had stopped secreting my lubrication. But now, love juices were flowing with a vengeance, and his velvety ebony shaft entered me with ease. My hands held onto his neck, as I tried to look into his eyes, only to lose focus as he plunged into me firmly, my head falling back on my neck, long hair cascading down to almost my waist. Then the torture began.
His hips pushed his cock into me deeply, making my lips part as I breathed deeply, my fingers curling about his dark skin, until he bottomed out in me, and I felt his body filling me as Tony never could. There is something about being filled fully, something women know but will not admit to less-endowed lovers. Size really does matter, but not in a way that is humiliating. Smaller men are great lovers, but the well-hung? They can make a woman feel things deep inside them. Fantastic things that take good sex and make it catastrophically great sex. And Ron did that to me, every time. It was part of the reason I was falling in love with him. I gasped softly as I realized it. I was falling in love with the man.
I lasted only a little while before he made me climax, my jaws clenched tightly, lips pursed as I cried out into my mouth. My toes curled, and fists balled up, the release was much needed, even if the timing was horrendous. Ron lasted not long after, and he filled me with his black baby-juice, again making my womb risk his child. We were playing Russian Roulette with my fertility, a game I was certain to lose at some point.
My marriage was going to become a casualty. To what extent, I didn't know, but perhaps wit would be totally destroyed. I loved Tony, but I was becoming deeply in love with Ron. There was something about the man, a virility, a masculinity, and an aura about him that was impossible to resist. Tony was going to have to find out. And as I thought it, my lips blurted it out.
"Tony is going to have to find out."
"I know. Soon." He replied.
We then looked into each other's eyes. My eyes were caught in his gaze, and we shared some more silent communication, the kind only couples have. We both knew it was true, and I think I showed Ron how much I felt for him. Whether he could read that message or not was an open question. He was still a man, after all, and they could be thick, sometimes.
Our silent conversation was interrupted by a tap on the door.
"Wendy? You in there?" a female voice asked. "You alright?"
I called out quickly. "Yeah, I'm fine, just touching up. I'll be right out!" I called back, praying that no one would open the door. I was still on the counter, my legs parted and my skirt at my waist, with Ron's naked lower half at my crotch, his cock finally falling out of me. A dollop of his semen fell to the floor with a plop.
My voice became a whisper. "Wait until I leave. Give me a few minutes and then come out, ok?"
He silently nodded, and quietly moved aside, holding my hips to gently let me down. I had to hand it to the man. He knew discretion when it really mattered. Reaching to my drawer, I had to pull on some panties, to keep Ron's essence from leaking down my legs. Ron's virility made him ejaculate heavily, and I had to keep from leaving a trail of our sexual encounter behind me.
Ron was pushing the agenda, and the timetable. I was getting in deep shit, but I couldn't stop it. I wasn't even sure I wanted to. I shook my head ruefully as I exited my bedroom, closing the door behind me; I was confronted by two women, wives of the office. They weren't happy.
"Let's talk outside", a brunette named Allison invited me. Her friend, Janine, accompanied us, and we wound up in the front yard, where we could talk alone.
"What the hell are you doing?" Janine was the first to go on the attack. "I work with your husband, and you expect me to keep my mouth shut?" Her tone was dark, and hard. Allison was just observing, for now.
"Look...." I started. "This wasn't my idea. Frankly, I didn't want to have this thing tonight, with Tony gone. But this was their idea." I was referring to Tony and Ron. "Tony knows that Ron is here, and that Ron is essentially the host in my house, and I'm just trying to be a good hostess. I'm not an idiot. I know Ron's been all over me, but what the hell am I supposed to do? He's my husband's boss! I don't want to make a scene in front of everybody." My own tone was a hiss, almost. My blue eyes were blazing angry.
Allison laid a hand to Janine's arm, and then spoke softly. "Are you going to sleep with him?" she asked.
I so badly didn't want to answer that. My vagina was already full of Ron's latest conquest of me. I had to take the safe way out.
"I...I don't know what Ron intends tonight." It wasn't true. I knew in my heart, that Ron was going to hammer me hard, his large, black nail impaling me to the bed, floor, grass, or wherever he chose to have me again.
Janine kicked back in. "Ron is a man-whore." She started. "He almost wrecked my marriage, and hers." She nodded her head to Allison. "He'll fuck you a few times, and then move on. He's done it to both of us." She added with some authority. "The way he's been all over you, I'm surprised he hasn't bent you over a chair already." Her voice ended with disdain. "Trust me. Two weeks, and he'll be on to another piece of ass."
That information made me think, and for a moment, my thoughts drifted as Allison next added on. Was Ron just using me for an easy lay? Would Ron leave me when he got tired of me? Tony was going to find out, certainly, and in a bad way, possibly tonight. Hell, he might even know, now! Allison's comments brought me back.
"...If you're wise you'll turn him down when he tries to seduce you. He's into some kinky stuff."
"Like what?" I had to ask. Curiosity always killed the cat, but I was nosey, now.
"He likes to make you take risks, and put you in danger. Oh, he'll try and rescue you, but he may not be in time. That's what happened to me, and I wound up getting mugged. Just watch yourself..." Allison finished.
"Don't be surprised if he tries to get you into bed tonight. The way his hands are all over you, I'm surprised he hasn't already." Janine concluded.
I shrugged, trying to be non-committal. There was no way to explain Ron and I had been lovers for three months at this point. "I'll have to wait and see what he tries. But like I said, Tony knows he's here, so Ron would be a fool to do something."
We all wound up shrugging, and the gossip-session ended. But again, the questions lingered, now even more so. My heart was splitting into two, my body was solidly in one camp, and my mind was just confused.
