The Dinner Party

"Jesus, what happened to you to?" Sarah asked as we opened the entry door.

"Cooking accident," I explained as we greeted our friends, hoping my breath didn't smell too much like my girlfriend's dirty cock.

"There's tapenade and bruschetta on the table and an opened bottle of wine," Aya told them, taking both their jackets. "You'll have to excuse us for a few minutes while we get cleaned up."

We excused ourselves into the master bedroom as Simon and Sarah made their way to the kitchen.

"Jesus that was close," I muttered once safely inside our room. I pulled my wine-stained and cum-splattered shirt up and over my head and tossed it into the hamper and dropped my pants. "Think they knew?"

"Even if they suspected just what caused our 'accident' I'm guessing they have no idea just who was fucking who," she observed with a smile.

I laughed and stepped into the bathroom to check myself in the mirror, and I was just about to turn around when I felt her behind me again, her hands on my hips. I let out a hiss of surprise, and realized she wasn't going to stop when I heard the front zipper on her skirt.

"They are expecting us out there any minute!"

The only response was the hot slap of her cock against my bare ass and her breath on my neck as she leaned over and pushed into me again.