So last weekend’s graduation party got a little hotter than ..

So last weekend’s graduation party got a little hotter than I intended… I’ve purposely been avoiding neighbor b0y – the older one with whom I had my brief affair last year. The problem is that he’s so fucking built, so fucking hot, and yes… so unbelievably fucking hung, that it’s difficult not to forgive the slight bout of possessiveness that led to my cutting it off. So when his text popped up while I was standing in his kitchen and chatting with his mother, I couldn’t help but subconsciously squeeze my inner thighs together. It’s a little maneuver I often catch myself doing when I’m horny and aching to have a man inside of me. The problem is that the neighbor b0y is officially off limits. Joann, our incompetent therapist, has pretty much f0rced my hand where that’s concerned. At least that was my position before I’d finished my third Truly – which was precisely when I snuck off to the bathroom to open his text. “OMG you look fucking amazing today. Kicking myself hard for fucking things up with you.” was all that it said. Contrition can definitely be a turn-on when it’s backed up by 8 very thick and beautiful inches. “Thanks! You’re not looking so bad yourself” was my reply. Needed to get a hold of myself, I decided that my response had been polite without having crossed the line. As I took a deep breath and prepared to return to the party, my text alert beeped again. “Fuck, don’t read it yet,” I thought to myself. I had literally been one nanosecond removed from dropping my phone in my purse and walking out the door. But – for some reason – I couldn’t stop myelf. “Panty game? For old times sake?” Oh fuck… The words “do not respond” reverberated through my head. But it was too late. My pussy had completely seized control of my fingers. “IDK, they’re already soaked as it is. Not sure there’s any capacity left for what you have in mind😉” Every word of my response was the absolute truth. My panties were, in point of fact, quite wet. And I was also very much aware of his average volume. It certainly didn’t take Will Hunting to do the math on this one. His prompt reply: “So what? I like the thought of it running down your inner thighs while your [sic] standing next to your husband” Fuck!!!! That was the perfect fucking response. “you are soooooo suave” I joked backed in response. [60 second pause for me to weigh all the potential consequences of my poor decision-making] “Okay… I’ll let you know in 5 minutes where I stashed them.” I immediately locked the door and leaned slightly over the sink basin. Reaching beneath the hem of the cute little dress I’d chosen for the day and digging the tip of my middle finger into my clit, I was cumming hard in under two minutes. If my thong hadn’t been saturated up to that point, it most certainly was now. And the fantasy that fueled my rapid climax was about as scandalous as it could be. In my mind, I was in the kitchen talking quite candidly with this y0ung stud’s mother about the physical attributes that I find sooooo appealing in her two s0ns. “I despise myself for it,” I was telling her, “but I can’t stop myself from draining their balls. They are literally soooooo fucking sexy that I would let them bend me over your kitchen island and take turns on me right this very second if they wanted.” In my mind, Rachel – their m0ther – was nodding aggressively in affirmation. “OOOOOH that would be soooo hot!!!” she exclaimed in response to my tawdry confession. “But what about Scott? Wouldn’t he take exception to that???” she astutely pointed out. “Well of course he would, but what the fuck’s he gonna do? Stop them???” We both laughed at the absurdity of my rhetorical question. At 5’6 on his tips, we both knew that my husband would be powerless to defend my pussy against two aggressive y0ung bulls, such as her sons. “Hey everyone!!!! Gather around” Rachel announced to the entirety of her celebratory gathering. “kat’s going to suck off my graduate while his older brother takes her cheating cunt. Right in front of her husband, Scott, no less. Have you all met Scott?? He’s the one standing over there by the cheese tray. Raise your hand Scott, so everyone can see who you are…” Her words trailed off in my head as my cIit exploded in response to my debaucherous fantasy. A mere 90 seconds later I sent the following text. “They’re under the pink towel in the linen cabinet” Making my way back to the party – sans my cute little panties – I turned the hallway corner toward the great roomed and bumped head on into his y0unger brother. And with my tits smashed completely into his extremely taut abdominals, I looked up to see the brightest, sexiest smile that I’d ever laid eyes upon.