Denise returned, having pulled herself together a bit. She took the dessert plates, and began to serve her guests first, then her husband and herself. She brewed a pot of fresh ground coffee to enjoy, as well. They took their plates and coffee into the living room, where Mitch put in the movie they rented. Denise sat in her favorite spot on the loveseat, while Mitch planted himself in his favorite easy chair across the room. Shelly and Bob snuggled up together on the ample sofa, which could only accommodate the two of them comfortably, due to their size. Andrew sat down on the floor in front of Shelly and Bob, leaning on his arm, looking quite uncomfortable.
“Andy, can I get you some pillows, or a blanket to make you more comfortable? Or would you rather sit up here with me? There is plenty of room, despite the belly!” Denise wanted all of her guests to be comfortable. Mitch shot her a jealous glance that she chose to ignore. As Andrew protested, Denise offered to bring the rocking chair out of the study instead. Again, he politely declined, saying he was just fine where he was. He had caught the angry stare that Mitch shot her before. Andrew heeded the warning, as he didn’t want to cause any unnecessary turmoil. He all but avoided looking at her or speaking to her as much as possible for the duration of the evening.
“Can I get anyone more coffee or anything else?” Denise queried, still being the perfect hostess. Mitch and Bob both put in their vehement “Yes please!” and Denise bounced up to retrieve their cups. Andrew rose to his feet to assist her. He followed her into the kitchen with his own cup and hers in his hands.
“Denise,” he approached her with a low voice. “I don’t mean to pry, but is everything all right? I really thought Shelly and Bob were kidding about Mitch, but he seems to be very ugly about my being here tonight.”
“I’m sorry, Andy,” Denise choked back tears. “He is really very jealous and possessive. I know it’s only because he loves me and cares about me, but I’m so embarrassed that he is behaving this way tonight!” She brushed a stray tear angrily from her cheek. “Please don’t take it personally. He thinks every man on the face of the planet is hitting on me, and just doesn’t understand that it isn’t true.” She smiled up at him sheepishly. “On the other hand, you had better get out there with these cups or he is going to come storming in here any minute and cause a scene.” She pushed him gently toward the kitchen door. “I’ll be fine,” she all but whispered. “Really. I’ve endured worse than this with him. It’ll be okay.” Andrew winked at her and turned to the door. He stopped abruptly, and turned back to her.
“If you ever need to talk,” he whispered back warmly, “I’m in the book. I’m a great listener.” He left the kitchen and returned to the living room, handing Mitch and Bob their coffee. Denise entered shortly behind him, and handed Andrew his coffee, setting her own cup on a coaster next to her seat. Mitch’s demeanor softened, showing he was convinced nothing out of line had transpired between his wife and their unexpected guest. He began to relax a bit, finally. He made small talk with Andrew for the first time that evening.
“So, Andy, where were you living before you moved back to this area?”
“I was actually in Germany. I spent the last eight years on active duty in the Army. I didn’t get my next promotion in the allotted time frame, so I had to leave the service. I’m joining the Reserves now, though, so I can get my rank up and go back active.”
“Wow,” Mitch said, sounding somewhat impressed. “So what are you doing now?”
“I work third shift as a security guard. What about you?” Andrew asked, trying to keep the conversation going and build trust with Mitch.
“I work in landscaping, actually.”
“That must be interesting work. I bet I’s nice to work outdoors instead of being cooped up in an office all day, huh?” Mitch looked relieved.
“Exactly. I hate the thought of working nine to five in an office. I like being outside and staying in shape working hard.”
Denise watched the two men conversing, and breathed a gentle sigh of relief. They seemed to finally be hitting it off. Or at least they were starting to tolerate each other, maybe. Denise let out a soft, frustrated sigh. ‘I really hope someday he can learn to just get a grip,’ she thought to herself ruefully. ‘It is so embarrassing to have new male friends over and have to endure this scene every time.’
Eventually, the movie ended, and the gathering began to break up. Denise was exhausted, and needed to get to bed soon, or she would begin feeling sick. Mitch would probably still be up for hours, as usual on a Saturday night. Bob and Shelly thanked their hosts profusely, as they collected their coats and keys, and Andrew shook Mitch’s hand firmly.
“Thank you very much for welcoming me into your home. I had a wonderful time, and hope that we can see more of each other in the future.” He then turned to Denise. “Thank you for being such a lovely hostess. I hope it wasn’t too much of an inconvenience having an extra person on such short notice.”
“Absolutely not,” Denise replied warmly. “I tend to make far more food than we can ever eat ourselves, so the more the merrier.”
“It was nice meeting you, Andy, and I am sure we will be seeing more of you in the future. Any friend of Bob and Shelly’s is considered a friend in our home, as well,” Mitch responded graciously. “Thank you for coming.”
After everyone left, Denise went to draw herself a warm, relaxing bath. Mitch knocked gently at the door before he entered. He walked up behind his wife and began to rub her shoulders gently.
“Are you feeling okay, hun?” he asked softly.
“Yes, I’m just tired.”
“I hope you enjoyed yourself tonight?”
“Oh, very much. You?”
“Yes,” he frowned slightly. “At first, I was afraid Andy was trying to hit on you and steal you away, but I guess I was being foolish, huh?”
“Mitch,” Denise sighed, “What man in his right mind would hit on your pregnant wife in your own home?” She shook her head in frustration. “When are you going to learn that every single man you meet is not hitting on me or trying to steal me from you?”
“I know, I know,” Mitch replied, angry at himself for his behavior. “I can’t help it. I am so worried that another man will come around and take you away from me.”
“If I wanted to be with anyone else, I wouldn’t still be with you.”
“You’re right, of course. I’m sorry, babe.” He kissed the back of her neck tenderly. “I’ll make it up to you. I’ll try to be better. Really, I will.”
Denise lowered her tired body into the tub, and breathed a sigh of sheer pleasure as the warm water released all the tension from her aching muscles. “I know, Mitch. I know.”
They went to bed, and as they began to make love, Denise closed her eyes, and pictured Andy penetrating her at that moment. She went into an ecstatic orgasm, moaning and screaming with pleasure. The moment didn’t last long, and when they finished, Mitch held her.
“Wow, Denise. You’ve never cum that hard before. What a turn on!”
“Well, it’s been so long, and I was starving for it,” she lied.
“Maybe having a baby will help you have more orgasms from now on!” Mitch said, grinning in the dark. “That would be nice.”
‘Having sex that lasts longer than ten minutes would be nice, too,’ Denise thought silently. “Maybe,” she agreed out loud. Her statement fell on deaf ears, however, as Mitch was already snoring. Denise sighed. ‘I might just have to go take care of things myself while he’s sleeping. I could feel a larger orgasm blooming before Mitch finished…’
Denise slipped out of bed quietly, grabbing one of her vibrating toys from under the bed. She tiptoed into the living room, and lay on the couch. In the dark, she imagined Andrew was there with her, and she caressed her breasts gently, feeling it as if it were Andy’s hands fondling her. “I know this is wrong to fantasize – I’m married after all, but I can’t help it. I want him so bad!” she whispered. She cupped her breast in her hand and brought it to her mouth. It was so full, she could easily slip the nipple into her own mouth and suck on it and tease it with her tongue.
She spread her legs, gently tugging her night shirt up around her waist. Denise slipped a few fingers inside her wet, aching pussy, and played with it for a few minutes before she took the vibrator and slid it inside. She moaned in ecstasy. Slow and easy strokes at first, then harder and faster. She switched nipples while maneuvering the dildo with expert precision. Denise obviously pleasured herself frequently since Mitch always finished too quickly for her to achieve orgasm. Sucking and groaning, her hips started shaking and humping wildly as the orgasm grew inside her. She let go of her breast and concentrated on the vibrator, sliding it in and out furiously as she exploded in pleasure and lust. Her juices soaked the toy and a large spot on the couch, and she started to rest so her heart rate would come down.
Once she could move again, she cleaned the toy and put it away, then cleaned up the spot on the couch. ‘I wonder,’ she mused to herself, ‘if it could be that good with Andy. I’ve never had an orgasm like that… Sadly, I’ll never know, because I’m married and pregnant. Mitch will never let me go.’
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