Unspoken Pleasure

Later that same day I knocked on my neighbors’ door, clutching a bottle of wine and some freshly purchased flowers. It was early evening and I had come round to visit Debbie as we had agreed earlier, but I wondered what was in store for tonight. I understandably felt like a fraud considering my recent affairs with Debbie’s eighteen year old daughter. It was especially awkward because it was only this morning that I had been enthusiastically sucked off by Debbie’s beautiful and sexy daughter. And that was why I was feeling apprehensive about visiting my neighbor for dinner.

My worrying was interrupted when Debbie answered my knock and let me in. Clearly she had gone to a lot of trouble to make herself look good and it has worked: she looked gorgeous. Debbie was naturally good looking anyway, her daughter Cindy inherited her luxurious blonde hair and blue eyes from her mother, and she was wearing some subtle makeup and had dressed to arouse.

She was wearing a low cut dress that hugged her curvy body and accentuated her silhouette, and the dress stopped above the knees to reveal long, stocking covered legs. I wished I had spent some more time dressing up for tonight, but I was reasonably presentable and at least I had put on a clean shirt.

I had a fleeting worry that Debbie was going to seduce me while her husband, David, was away, and I knew it would get too complicated to start an affair with Debbie. She was married, I was already fucking her daughter and there was no way I could keep it secret from each other. A shame because, if she had been single, I would have been eager to bed her. However not in these circumstances.

“Hello Chris, glad you could come,” she welcomed me, and we exchanged pleasantries as she invited me in.

I took the drink she offered me and I stood awkwardly in her very organized kitchen trying to have a normal conversation with her while she finished off the meal. I remembered that Cindy was going to be out with friends this evening and so at least I wouldn’t have to deal with both Debbie and her daughter together.Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Debbie had laid the table for the two of us in the adjoining dining room and I helped her to carry our delicious smelling meals into the room. It looked like she had gone to some trouble with fine bone china plates, sparkling wine glasses, a chilled bottle of wine and even a pair of candles in center of the table.

“You shouldn’t have gone to so much trouble,” I said as I gestured to the table.

“You deserve it, Chris, for all that you have done for Cindy.”

That comment made me hesitate as I went to sit down. How much did Debbie know about what I had been doing for Cindy. Did she know I had been sleeping with her daughter? Perhaps Cindy and I didn’t need to keep it a secret. It wasn’t as if I was doing anything wrong: we were both single.

“I’m glad I could help,” I replied, hopefully ambiguously.

Debbie continued while we both sat down: “Yes. She said you offered her some great advice about relationships and that you were a perfect gentleman when she was feeling so low.”

Gentleman? More like a dirty old man.

Debbie went on: “David and I are very grateful for what you did for her. We think she was worried about being pressurized by her peers to, you know, sleep with a man and she has been brought up to resist that temptation.”

Surprised I blurted out, “Surely there is nothing wrong with sleeping with the right man! She is eighteen.”

“Oh no, not Cindy. David has been very clear that she is to stay a virgin until she marries. Cindy knows not to disobey my husband or she would be in severe trouble.”

Suddenly I was getting even more worried than before. I attempted to defend myself, even if Debbie didn’t know about my time with Cindy:

“Surely brides don’t have to be virgins these days? Life has moved on, you know.”

“Don’t let my husband hear you say that, Chris! Anyway, I saved myself until we married and it never did me any harm.” Debbie said it loudly and a bit too earnestly as if trying to convince herself and not just me. I wondered about Debbie’s upbringing and her own needs.

“Anyway,” she carried on, “it is nice to have good company while David and Cindy are not around. A glass of wine?”

She poured us both some wine and we started eating the simple but surprisingly tasty meal. Gradually we both seemed to relax and, sitting with the gorgeous Debbie lit by the flickering candles, it seemed like there was a mutual attraction growing as we chatted. She laughed at my jokes and in return I complimented her on her cooking, house and even choice of clothes.

Soon she was openly flirting and I realized this could turn out difficult if I wasn’t careful. I was already screwing her daughter and it would be too complicated if anything happened with Debbie too. And of course she was married, although judging by some comments she made about her husband it seemed like not everything in marital life was going smoothly.

Debbie was knocking back the wine throughout the meal but I drank slowly, taking occasional top ups of my glass but making sure I didn’t imbibe too much. I knew that if I got too drunk I wouldn’t be able to resist Debbie’s increasingly obvious advances and I didn’t want my cock to do the talking. My goal now was to get through the meal and make my excuses to leave early.

I wasn’t entirely sure why I was resisting Debbie – it is not in my nature to turn down any opportunity for sex – but I had to keep my mind focused on her daughter and how I would lose any chance to take her young body again. I noticed that the increasing amount of wine was affecting my morals because I had already dismissed the thought of turning Debbie down just because she was married.