Fall For Lust
The front doorbell rings. It's Hunter.
"Hi Hunter," I say, bringing him into the living room."Bob and Chris are downstairs already. Bob's got the fire going in the new fireplace and the bearskin rug on the floor. All we need now is Holly. She should be here soon."
He nods and we go downstairs. The fire crackles and we've stripped to underwear. My wife is off in the city visiting her wicked witch mother. It's a happy thing. My friends and I have arranged this lustful session with a co-worker whose spouse is also absent. He is a trucker on the road somewhere in another part of the continent. She doesn't like him much, and she's feeling horny. It didn't take long to get her to agree to a session with us. She knows we're all nice married guys who won't squeal on her.
The doorbell rings again. I put on a bathrobe and go upstairs to the front door. Holly is standing there in the freezing rain, a lopsided grin on her face. She's well built with wide hips and big boobs. I bring her in quickly and hang up her wet coat in the hall closet.
"Are they all here yet?" she asks diffidently. Now that she has arrived in my house, she knows she has male expectations to fulfill."I've never done this before," she says.
"You said that before," I reply."We haven't either, so let's not worry about it and just see how it feels. We did say you could quit any time. OK?"
"Yes, you did, didn't you?" she says."OK, let's go."
I take her hand and lead her downstairs to the family room. She pauses at the foot of the stairs and takes in the scene: the three other men sitting in their underwear with big grins and lustful stares at her and the bearskin rug spread out in front of the fire, now subsided to a friendly crackle. It is the only source of light in the room. Its glimmering beams lick over the far wall and furniture. Beyond the fireplace, the distant lights of the town across the lake form finger traces across the water, seeming to point through the picture windows at us.
"Hi guys," she says shyly, advancing to the sofa. Hunter is the gracious one. He stands up and gives her a brotherly hug.
"Hi Holly. Glad you decided to come tonight. Are you still up for this?"
She replies,"I think so" with a wistful chuckle."I see you've already started". She points at Hunter's shorts, already with a tent in front. Chris on the sofa flushes red and bends over, trying to conceal his own erection.
"You're the host," says Bob to me."I guess you get the first turn." It was a fair comment. Someone had to overcome a natural shy uncertainty about getting naked with each other. Someone had to start. Someone had to show his cock.
I nod at Bob."You're right, my friend," I say. Turning to Holly, I search her face for consent."Holly, my dear," I say,"let's get that sweatshirt off you."
She nods briefly and lets me pull off the sweatshirt. Her white bra has frilly pink lace trim and barely contains her am
