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The Welcomed Dinner Guest

Date: 9/15/2015, Categories: Cuckold, Author: AndreaDetroit, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

realised he hadn’t any idea of what had just taken place in his house. I reached for a glass of wine and tried to ignore my trembling hand. Seconds later I jumped again as Paul, like Jerry moments before, put his arms around my waist. It was all I could do to stop myself from recoiling from this physical intimacy, such was the loathing I felt. "Thanks Sammy for making this happen, this means a lot. If I can make a good impression on Jerry, then old Hawkin's job is mine." That's when the penny dropped. He wasn't interested in me, or what I wanted. He was only going through the motions, hoping I’d try harder for him. A feeling of revulsion washed over me. Was that all I was to him? An obedient trophy wife to be used when needed and then set back on the shelf. 'What about what I want,' I thought bitterly. "That’s okay, Darling," I lied and shuddered with revulsion when his lips caressed my neck. "I'll do my best." As he cuddled me I couldn't help comparing both men and unfortunately for Paul, it wasn't looking good for him. I twisted in his arms and pulled away. "In fact," I said innocently, "Nothing would give me greater pleasure." That last remark almost made me laugh but would have piqued his curiosity, so I just smiled blandly. I moved to the stove and stirred the curry. In the kitchen window I saw Paul's reflection watching me intently. Unsure how to handle my cavalier attitude he looked indecisively around the kitchen and then back at me. "I'll take Jerry another beer ... then." "You do that." "Yes, yes yes!" He exclaimed excitedly while opening the fridge. "This is going to be fucking amazing." He lowered his voice as if conveying a secret. "This time next year, I'll be in old Hawkins's seat," and closed the fridge door after grabbing the beers. As he left the room, I couldn’t help being glad to see the back of him. I was alone with my thoughts and as the naan bread baked and the curry simmered, my body tingled as I thought about what almost happened. Reaching for my handbag, I rooted around until I found what I was looking for and held it before my eyes. The jeweled end sparkled in the bright kitchen lights while I wondered if I dared. It didn't take me long to make up my mind. Afterwards, all I could do was think about was how much of an impression this would make on Jerry. Entree Dinner was better than I imagined it could have been. The food was cooked to perfection, the beer and wine flowed freely, helping me relax and the conversation, far from consisting of boring shop talk, was lively, exciting and diverse. I was mellow enough that when Paul opened his mouth I didn’t get automatically irritated and now and again, Jerry would say something provocative and throw me a sideways glance to see if I was watching him. When our eyes met, he’d give me a saucy wink, and I felt my pussy twitch. Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was Jerry’s constant attention, or probably a combination of both, but the result was the same. At times, I had to cross my ...