1. You Don't Argue With Alice


    Date: 9/22/2015, Categories: Cheating, Author: Rheged6, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    girls who thought they were in a safe place. After some amusing ‘swapping’ Mark and Alice became an ‘item’ as did Joanie and Robert. Their weddings were only a month apart in 1996. They all kept in close contact over the years. If anyone had a major decision to make, then it was always referred back to Alice. You didn’t argue with Alice. In 2006 they found themselves living close by in Matlock. They enjoyed each other’s company – dinner parties and nights out – always accompanied by banter and flirting to reflect their shared past. All might have continued in that vein until they joined the Matlock Players. Mark and Joanie were cast in major parts for a play in which they played a couple having an affair. It was hilarious fun and the critic writing in the Matlock Mercury paid particular praise to their rapid fire dialogue and perfect timing in the many hurried entrances and exits they had to make to avoid detection. These were the result of dedicated rehearsals. Rehearsals which continued after the last curtain. It had begun in front of all the caste in one of the early run throughs of scene two. The producer, Marge, had called for a bit more passion and lust – “Ham it up for me Mark. It’s got to be rushed and urgent.” When they made the entrance again Mark went for it in a big way. He pulled Joanie in very close bending her back slightly as he plunged his mouth down on hers. At the same time he intended to run his right hand up from Joanie’s hip towards her left breast over ...
    her sweater. Instead his hand had shot up inside the fabric and he had suddenly copped for a titillating handful. To cap it all she wasn’t wearing a bra. They broke quickly. “Not sure Matlock’s quite ready for that,” cried Marge amid some shrieks of delight from other caste members. “Not sure I am either,” cried Joanie, rather flushed. A little later they were both making the coffee for everyone backstage. “Joanie, I’m really sorry for that, "pleaded Mark. Joanie simply smiled, pulled the hem of her top up, and placed his hand back on her breasts and held it there. “It was fun though, wasn’t it?” she said with a grin. Six weeks later on a Friday afternoon Joanie left work at noon and walked to the car park near the Town Hall where Mark was waiting. She felt like a naughty school girl skipping lessons for a date. As soon as she got into the car Mark was all over her – his hands up her blouse to grope her tits and then up her legs. She pushed him away, “Not here. Drive – quickly.” Twenty minutes later they arrived at Mark and Alice’s house – the coast was clear. Alice’s Toyota was nowhere to be seen. With the sort of haste usually associated with being caught in a downpour they dashed for the door. Once inside the hall bags were dropped and jackets were off. They moved on each other hungrily. Everything was desperate and urgent. Mark was torn between groping Joanie and getting her blouse off. Joanie had got his trousers undone and the zip down – a much more methodical approach. ...
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