A few months had passed since Mitch and Tracy’s last encounter during their “field trip” to drop off a new grill at Tracy’s house.
Nothing exceptionally exciting had been happening at the office. It was the middle of July and work seemed to slow down a bit as families took summer vacations.
One Friday afternoon around 3:30, Tracy came by Mitch’s desk and said, “Hey I’m going to head out a bit early and get caught up on some errands before the weekend. You need anything before I go?”
Mitch shrugged casually. “No, I’m all good. Have a good weekend!”
Tracy slipped a post it note on the corner of his desk discreetly and said, “Sounds good. See ya Monday.”
She then strode away back to her office to gather her things and walk to her car.
Mitch looked down at the post it note and his heart skipped a couple beats as he read it silently to himself.
“Kevin’s out of town all weekend. Come by later tonight?”
Mitch quickly grabbed the note and crumpled it in his hand just as his coworker and friend Josh walked up. “Hey, the guys are getting a few beers after work. You in?”
“Umm uh mm…” Mitch fumbled. “Yeah! I’m down. I’ll see you guys there.”
He tried to finish up his little bit of work for the day and as he packed up, he walked to the restroom and pulled out his phone to text Tracy.
“What time tonight?”
“Eight?” Tracy responded.
Mitch smiled as his cock twitched in his pants.
“See you at eight.”
Mitch and all the guys went for drinks after work and stayed out until about 6:30. After they had all gotten a good Friday after-work buzz, they all headed home.
Mitch walked into his modest little bachelor pad and set all of his work stuff down, then headed to his bedroom to get some fresh clothes and then went to the bathroom to take a quick shower.
Thinking about what was to come later that evening, Mitch was feeling a little more confident and horny than usual.
As he started the hot water for his shower, he snapped a couple pictures and sent them off to Tracy.
A couple minutes later, Mitch’s phone chimed from the vanity in his bathroom. He pulled back the shower curtain enough to reach out and grab it. He opened up a text from Tracy to find a picture of her, lying by her pool in a lounge chair. Her skin was covered only by a thin bathing suit, thong style. The low light from the sunset glistened off of her perfect curves.
“Can’t wait to see you,” the text read.
Mitch finished getting ready, and headed out, excitement coursing through his body. On his way to Tracy’s neighborhood, he made a stop at the store and picked up his go-to brand of bourbon and Tracy’s favorite champagne. He remembered hearing her talk about it at the office Christmas party last year and never forgot it.
He pulled into her driveway, trying to shake out the last of his nerves. Their last hookup was so quick and unexpected, he hadn’t had time to even think about being nervous. Today though, he had been working himself up for hours in anticipation.
Tracy heard his car door shut, being that she was still out in the fenced-in pool area in the backyard. Just before he got to the front door, Mitch’s phone chimed in his pocket.
“You can let yourself in and come out back. Doors unlocked,” Tracy’s text read.
Mitch walked in the door and set down his things on the kitchen island. When he exited, he looked around Tracy’s kitchen for a couple glasses. He found her a wine glass and a highball glass for his bourbon, pouring a glass for each of them.
He nervously drew a breath and opened the back door, heading for the pool.
Tracy was seated in the jacuzzi, back turned to the house. She swiveled when she heard the door open and greeted Mitch with a smile.
Mitch grinned and strode down the deck towards her.
The backyard was cozy, with ambient lights strung along the tall privacy fence. The sun had just set completely over the horizon. The pool lights were on, water still as could be. Tracy had one of the outdoor TVs playing some music on the outdoor surround sound system.
Mitch made his way to the hot tub and said, “I got you a little something,” handing the glass of champagne over to Tracy. She stood up out of the water, reaching for the glass, and that was when Mitch noticed she was topless.
Tracy took a sip. “Mitch! I know you did not spend that much money on a bottle of champagne for me!”
Mitch could hardly form a coherent thought, staring at her full, perky breasts dripping with steamy water.
“I figured tonight would the perfect night to celebrate, so I splurged,” he said with a shrug.
“I know what your salary is,” Tracy said condemningly. “I’ll make it up to you.”
Mitch dropped the towel that was around his waist that he found in her linen closet across from the bathroom, and stepped into the tub.
Tracy made a noise somewhere between a moan and a gasp when she realized he was completely nude, his cock already swelling, but not yet fully erect.
“Fuck, it’s bigger than I remember somehow,” she said quietly as she softly bit her lower lip.
“Oh, I borrowed a towel. I hope that’s alright,” Mitch said.
Tracy giggled, taking a sip from her glass. “Anything in that house is yours when you’re here, Mitch.”
Mitch stepped into the steamy hot tub, setting his glass on the side. Tracy took the seat directly next to him, so they could both face the TV that was behind the bar.
Under the water, her left hand gently rubbed his thigh.
“I’m so glad you came over tonight. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the last time you were here,” Tracy said quietly in a sensual voice.
“Can I ask you something?” Mitch said hesitantly.
“Of course,” Tracy replied.
“Does Kevin actually know about all of this, or he just assumes the worst and he’s ok with that?”
“We more or less have an open marriage,” Tracy said matter-of-factly, “He’s on the road A LOT, and we’ve had our issues in the past with infidelity. We both agreed years ago that our dynamic works for our marriage. He makes sure we’re taken care of financially, I care for the house while he’s gone, and we both have our fun. So long as our relationships never stray outside of purely physical and neither of us hook up with anyone who isn’t… let’s say, ‘hygienic.'”
“Hmm,” Mitch said, contemplating what she had said.
“Is that ok with you? Because if you’re uncomfortable with any of it, that’s ok! I never want to make you feel weird about this,” Tracy explained.
Mitch took another sip of bourbon before he leaned in and passionately kissed Tracy, allowing his tongue to just barely part her lips.
“I think it’s the best agreement anyone could ask for and I’m the luckiest bastard in the world for finding my place in it,” Mitch whispered with a devious smile.
Tracy leaned back, mouth hanging open slightly, a deep look of lust in her eyes. She closed her eyes and shook her head, trying to clear out the cobwebs of what that kiss did to her.
“I’m out,” she said holding up her wine glass. “I’m gonna get a refill. Want me to top yours off?” she asked Mitch.
“Sure!” he said, handing his glass over.
Tracy stood up, again showing her breasts to Mitch unintentionally.
She had to step over Mitch to get out of the hot tub. She carefully straddled him and then slid her legs over the edge, stepping towards the deck and into the house.
Mitch’s gaze followed her the entire way, watching her ass and hips sway in her thong bikini until she slipped in the house and out of sight.
Returning a few moments later, Tracy had brought both the champagne bottle and the bourbon with her.
“Figured we may as well,” she said with a laugh as she stepped back into the hot tub.
She found her same spot next to Mitch and refilled their glasses.
They each took another sip and Tracy leaned in close to Mitch, putting one hand on his thigh, showing her cleavage to him just above the water line.
“Now I think we were right about here,” she said before leaning in closer and kissing him gently. Her hand slid up his thigh under the water ever so slowly, until she cupped his balls in one hand.
Mitch let out a quiet groan into her mouth as they continued to tongue each other.
Tracy slowly scooted closer until she climbed onto Mitch’s lap, wrapping both arms around his neck. His now hard cock was pressed against her bikini line and she slowly began moving her hips in a circle, teasing him.
“Fuuuck,” he muttered quietly. He pulled his mouth from hers and tilted her head back so that he could lick and suck on her neck.
“Shit baby, yes,” Tracy moaned in approval. “Get your bourbon and let’s take this inside,” Tracy blurted in a whispery breath.
She stood up, grabbing her bottle of champagne and stepped out of the hot tub. Mitch followed right behind her. Tracy led him by her other hand, both of them dripping wet as they raced for the back door.
As soon as they got inside, Tracy said, “This way.”
She led Mitch up the staircase to her bedroom, kicking the door open, setting her champagne on the bedside table.
She lay on the bed, pulling her bikini bottom off and tossing it to the side. Mitch took a swig of bourbon straight from the bottle and set it next to Tracy’s.
He crawled on top of Tracy, who was still on her back, and began planting desperate passionate kisses on her neck, her shoulders, working his way down to her tits and then down to her belly.
Tracy’s fingers started to dance through Mitch’s hair as she moaned in pleasure.
His tongue kept tracing his way down until he kissed and licked both of her inner thighs.
Her pussy was ready for him and she whined, “Mitch, I want you to taste me, please.”
That was the only motivation Mitch needed. He outstretched his tongue and licked from Tracy’s asshole, all the way up her through her folds until he reached her clit, and sucked gently for just a moment.
Tracy let out a quiet moan as a shiver ran up her spine, causing her to toss her head back onto the bed.
Mitch continued licking and teasing her clit, finding just the right spot as Tracy responded to him with louder moans, followed by her hands sliding through his hair.
Tracy was edging closer to climax with each motion from Mitch’s tongue.
“Fuck, you’ve done this a few times,” Tracy moaned.
Mitch smiled to himself as he focused his attention on her clit, needing Tracy to cum for him.
Tracy drew in a sharp breath as her leg muscles went rigid.
“Fuck,” she muttered sharply. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum.”
Tracy’s orgasm rocked her from her core. Her legs shook as she grabbed tightly onto any fiber of the sheets she could find. She screamed Mitch’s name, writhing in pleasure until she finally crashed from the high.
She gently pushed Mitch off of her limp body and sat up on all fours.
“Now let me suck that cock,” she said intently.
Mitch smiled and sat down on the bed, with Tracy facing him, still on all fours. She took his hard, thick shaft in her hand and spit on it, then immediately deep throated him until her forehead came to rest on his abs. She choked for a moment and then pulled off, gasping for air.
“Holy shit,” Mitch groaned.
Tracy looked up at him and smiled an evil grin before taking his cock back into her mouth.
“Just wait for my next trick,” she said sensually.
Just then, she went full on pornstar and started sucking the life out of his dick.
Spit and pre cum covered his cock and his balls, dripping down onto the sheets, forming a puddle beneath him.
“What was that?” Mitch said quickly, swearing that he heard a door shut downstairs.
“It’s the back door,” Tracy said calmly. “The latch is bad. Sometimes it pops open if the wind blows the right way.”
A couple seconds later, Tracy slipped Mitch’s soaking wet throbbing cock out of her mouth with a “pop”.
They both turned in shock to see Tracy’s husband, Kevin, standing in the bedroom doorway.
