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“You’re going to get us in trouble”
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“You’re going to get us in trouble” This is an account of an actual scenario, however names have been changed to protect the identity of those involved. “You’re going to get us in trouble” Prior to the events that transpired on that seemingly innocuous Sunday afternoon, which I will describe in detail, I had always considered myself a loyal, trustworthy person. By and large, when someone would tell me something in confidence, it would remain my knowledge and mine alone. When no one was looking, I would do the “right thing”, as they say. I worked hard in my secular employment, and gave an honest day’s work. I don’t cheat anyone or steal. I never thought I would go so far as to sleep with another man’s wife without his knowledge and consent. However, I learned something about myself that day. Passion can override reason. We have been family friends for years. Kevin (as he will be known throughout this story) and I enjoy outdoor sports often. We go swimming, hiking, even skiing in the wintertime. He likes to stay in shape, and I’m happy to join him. Our personalities mesh, and we generally have fun together and mutually enjoy each other’s company. If there are brake rotors to change on his car, or a house project that requires the lifting of more than one person, I’m there. We put new roofs on each other’s houses over the years. In the past, when Kevin and his wife went on vacation, I’d stop by a couple days in the week to check on the house, make sure food and water was put out for the cats, retrieve the mail, and make it so it looked as though people were home. The three of us barbecue together. We enjoy campfires while listening to music, singing old tunes, and drinking whiskey on the rocks until the late hours of the night while the embers crackle and pop under the stars. Now about Kevin’s wife. We’ll call her Carmen. Beautiful is not quite the descriptive term I would use. Attractive? Yes. Sexy? Lord, yes. Good-looking? Absolutely. Her personality, though, is the most unique part, and makes her borderline irresistible. For instance, she could out-drink Kevin or myself, easily. She is very laid-back, and displays a calm, superior air, but with a twisted smile at the edge of her mouth that lets you know she’s kidding, but loves being a tease. And what a tease she is. Carmen knows she has an attractive body, and while not making it too obvious, enjoys teasing me with it. While walking past, as I sat in a chair, she’d brush (more akin to rub) her hips against my shoulders, when there was clearly room to go around. Then she would look back to see if I was staring at her ass - I was never caught, though! I knew she would do this, so if she turned, my eyes were always staring right back at hers, as if to say “I know what you’re up to, and I’ve got your number, girl!” She’d just shake her head and smile… the game is hers and she knows it. This behavior, this chemistry between us, is, unfortunately, ongoing. I brush it off every time, although I have to admit, it was, and still is, fun. However, I controlled myself. I knew that if I let my mind play fantasies about her and I together, I would start to let my guard down, and what would that lead to? Kevin is my good friend, and I don’t want to mess that up, not in a million years. Of course, Carmen knows this and it must be part of the reason she enjoys teasing me so much - she knows that I’m not (or wasn’t) the kind of guy to lust after her unashamedly and selfishly, with no regard for our familial friendship. A whole group of our friends went swimming on a hot summer afternoon, and it was a scorcher, so we spent most of the time in the water. We were drifting around the beach area on inflatable rafts, and sipping on cold soda under the protective shade of sunglasses and hats. At one point, we were splashing around, making a general ruckus, simply to pass the time, and to get each other wet (no pun intended) to abate the sweltering sun. It was one of those cloud-puff, blue-sky summer days that edge on perfection. A memorable day indeed. Later, while we were making our way out of the water, still chest deep, Carmen slowly moved past me, and, to my surprise, grabbed my cock under the water, looked me in the eye, and said “cold water got ya shriveled up, huh?” Her eyes peered into mine and glinted with that mischievous look, then narrowed as that familiar smile spread across her face, which turned away as she released by cock from her grip and continued walking. Now, as delightful and humorous as that could’ve been, I was stern with her, but added a smile to moderate it: “Carmen… you are going to get us in trouble, girl!” I hissed under my breath. Not one to be scolded, and of course turning it into a joke, she looked back and wiggled the water off of her buns as they emerged from the water. My “shriveled” member was beginning to be.. not so shriveled. I must’ve thought too much about Carmen that evening before I went to bed, because I had a wild dream about her and I. We were running around naked in a house, of which was unknown to me. A well-adorned, old Victorian house, with period furniture. She was float through the rooms, looking back at me and laughing the whole time. The next thing in the dream, we were in each other’s arms, heaving sweatily on a bed, thrusting and slamming our bodies into each other, her neck arched back in the throes of orgasm… It was all a blur. I woke up, but didn’t immediately dismiss the content of the dream. It was telling, I told myself. She’s getting to me.. I’m not controlling myself as much as I’d like… I was concerned that I was losing my grip on my own self-discipline. I told myself “I will have to be more serious with her if she keeps this up. I have to let her know that I’m not caving!” Several months later, I was returning a trailer that I borrowed from Kevin. I had bought some pieces of equipment at an auction, and needed his larger trailer to haul them home. I assumed he would be home when I went to drop it off, as we had texted back and forth about it earlier. So, I made the drive over to Kevin and Carmen’s house, pulled into the yard, and maneuvered the trailer behind the garage and parked it. I didn’t see Kevin’s truck, but he often parked in the garage, so I didn’t think anything of it. I strode over to the house and let myself in. I could hear music playing loudly over the stereo, which was something Carmen did occasionally while doing housework. I looked for Kevin in the basement, and couldn’t find him, nor hear him. I glanced back out the window of the door and then realized I didn’t see Kevin’s truck inside the shop. Well, I’ll at least let Carmen know I dropped off the trailer. With work<b> boots </font></b>still on, dirty jeans and work shirt, I made my way around the corner into the kitchen, and there was Carmen, her back to me, unpacking some bags onto the counter. She was wearing these tight little leggings which I hadn’t seen her wear before, and they hugged her smooth feminine legs quite well, and accentuated the curves of her deliciously round backside. Those few brief seconds of observation were one or two seconds too long, though. I hadn’t caught myself soon enough, and when my eyes came level, I was staring right into hers. And that devious smile spread wide across her face. “Like what you see? You big.. dirty lumberjack?” She added, observing my work clothing. And that is when I learned something about myself. The reasoning, trustworthy, reliable, honest man took a brief vacation that day. He just hopped in the car, didn’t leave a note, and took the day off. A different man took his place, one that let his eyes drink in what we saw, and then went after it. I didn’t return her smile. With less hesitation than I expected from myself, I walked over to her, and deftly wrapped my arms around her waist, with her facing away from me. To my surprise, and admitted delight, she laid her head back against my chest, and arched her back so she was pushing her posterior into my crotch. My lips poised gently against the warmth of her neck, over which her brunette hair so seductively dangled, and I breathed to her “I told you Carmen…. you were going to get us into trouble…” I could see her eyes were closed, but the smile was still there, and she simply said “I know...” The next several hours were as you might expect. (If any would like the juicy details of that, I will write them in a different story.) At the end, after we had thoroughly exhausted any and all ideas we had about each other and experimented with several things we didn’t, I released her from my warm embrace, after we had basked in the afterglow for some time. I was exhausted, and Carmen spoke my mind for me: “I’m hungry!” She said, and got up and headed towards the kitchen, her little beige-colored buns bouncing as she strode away. I got up and redressed myself. As I made my way toward the door, she came over, and I said “I know, as do you, that we can never do this again Carmen. Ever.” In complete harmony with her usual demeanor, her pert breasts pointing at me, she leaned up against the wall, crossed her arms, and said “I know…” But that coy, playful grin spread across her face again, and she said “Wasn’t it fun, though?” Ahh, Carmen. Don’t ever change, girl, I thought warmly. I smiled and walked out. |
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