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Holly's Surprise
(Kelly Addams)

The evening had progressed, and as predicted Holly had been the centre of attention, and it hadn't been so very long before she slipped away to the ladies room to increase the levels of testosterone in the room by removing her bra and panties. She had returned to the dimly lit and smoky club wearing only fish net, her dark nipples clearly showing through the flimsy fabric, her neatly shaped pussy a tempting blonde triangular shadow that was so obvious it drew instant attention as she walked slowly back to the bar.

So many guys had attempted to grope her, some of them were total strangers, others were guys from the construction company where Pete was a foreman, and strangely it gave Holly an extra thrill to feel the hands of one of her husband's friends attempting to work under the hem of her dress to touch her mound and dripping lips. Holly had peered down the length of the bar and seen Peter watching and grinning, she knew his reaction to what was happening, she knew exactly what he wanted when he suggested she wear the dress, she also knew where the boundaries were to their fun. A moment later she had lowered her guard slightly and allowed a hand to sneak through the defences, a finger instantly sliding between her lips.

"Tony, you randy bastard!" she whispered as she reached down and pulled his finger from her twitching snatch, "I'm your best friend's wife!"

Groping Tony had flushed scarlet, a reaction which Holly loved so much, she loved to allow the touch then heap on the guilt and watch them squirm.

"Sorry Holly," he had stammered, "I just couldn't help myself, I don't know what came over me!"

Holly had giggled before whispering, "It's okay I forgive you, just hope Pete didn't see you!"

It was an opening of sorts, and as the evening progressed he had risked several more touches, each one ending with his fingers delving between her sodden lips.

"I want to fuck you Holly!" he had whispered in her ear as a pair of fingers buried deep made her gasp in surprise and arousal.

"It's never going to happen!" she whispered in reply before sipping her drink and savouring the feeling of invasion between her legs, "This is the closest you'll ever get, and this is only happening because I'm tipsy."

"Then I'll have to get you tipsy again," he chuckled and eased a fraction deeper, hooking his fingers behind her pubic bone and pressing gently, an action that made her head spin and threatened to melt her resolve. "I'd like to take you out for a drink tomorrow!"

"You can take me out if you want," she gasped, "But it doesn't matter what you say or do, you'll still not be fucking me!"

Holly had glanced to the side and followed Peter's focus down to the hand crammed between her thighs, and his rapt expression removed any last doubts that she had, the shadow of guilt lifted from her mind... she liked to tease other men, she liked to be touched and groped, it turned her on so completely that she knew it was something she would always crave, and to be married to a man who found her fetish as arousing as she did herself felt like a gift from above. We are the perfect couple she told herself as Tony added a third finger and pressed the spot that drove her crazy, and I know he'll be excited when I tell him I have a date with another guy.