Page 169 of Once a Month

“No, I wanted to wait until I had you up here,” I say, wrapping my arms around her waist. “This was fun. I like role-playing.”

“I liked pretending like I was breaking the rules. It made it hotter,” she says.

“Want to do it again sometime?” I ask.

“This weekend?” she asks. “When they come over, you can be with them, and I can walk in on the three of you and act surprised.”

I laugh and say, “But then you’ll join us, right?”

She laughs and says, “Yes, baby.”

We walk downstairs and find the two women we were just talking about sitting on the sofa, talking.

“Hey, you two,” one of them says.

“What happened to skipping tonight?” I ask, sitting down next to them.

“We changed our minds,” the other one says. “We left her lame work party early.” She rests her head on her wife’s shoulder and then says to her, “I thought you went upstairs. And I didn’t even know you were here,” she says to me.

“I slipped in,” I say.

“Yes, you did,” she says, and our friends laugh.

“We were thinking about heading out,” our friend says.

“Yeah, we are, too. We had fun, but we’re ready for home.”

They look at each other.

“I know we’re coming over next weekend, but if we’re all leaving now, maybe we could go to your place, open a bottle of wine, and have sex until the sun comes up,” one of them says.

“Baby?” she asks.

I run my hand up her leg and under her dress. Then, I move it to her pussy and drag a finger through her wetness.

“Yeah, I think that sounds like a really good idea,” I say, knowing she can go again by the time we get home, and so could I.

A few minutes later, we get into our car and drive to our house. Our friends arrive moments after. We all walk in together. She turns on the lights as we walk through the hall and into the kitchen. I open us a bottle of wine.

“So, how does it feel to be engaged? We haven’t really celebrated yet,” one of them says as she brushes her wife’s hair behind her ear and kisses her neck.

“I have a feeling we’re about to,” she replies.

“It’s amazing,” I say, smiling at her as I hand her a glass of wine.

“Should we drink our wine first?” one of them asks.

“I think you guys have already kind of started,” I say, smiling at them.

“Oh, yeah. Sorry,” our friend says.

Her hand is already under her wife’s dress, which is to be expected. Despite their years of marriage, they still can’t keep their hands off each other. I hope that’s us after years of marriage as well.

“I was out of town for work for a week. Tonight is the first night we’ve had together, so I’m a little–”

“Handsy?” she says.

“Horny,” her wife corrects.

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