Mark was at the end of his shift. He was supervising the staffers that were working their way through the evening checklist for closing the combined café and bookstore. Baristas and booksellers did what he said, when he said it. Can’t argue with that.

I sat there, the dutiful wife. Waiting.

We had plans, Mark and I, to walk down the street to the new sushi place. Some food, some wine, and then later some dirty stuff. It was Friday night, and I was ready. It had been a long and stressful week.

A new employee — a big, strapping guy with a deep baritone voice — kept staring at me while Mark was talking.

“Louie, is there something you need to tell me? Do you know my wife, perhaps?” Mark asked, frustrated with his staffer’s split attention.

Louie blinked, as if coming out of a fog. I thought he had recovered himself fully, but his gaze flicked back to me briefly, despite his dressing-down from my husband.

“Sorry. She’s pretty, that’s all.” He said it matter-of-factly. Not a challenge. Not rude. Just a fact.

I blushed and shifted in my seat. Something about that rumbling voice. That rogue look he gave me. Standing up to Mark, even though he was new.

My brain, already on a lustful trajectory, flashed to an image of Louie between my thighs — his mouth, his hands, his cock.

I let out a shivery sigh, losing track of what they were saying. Mark’s voice returned to a normal tone, so I didn’t really catch the remainder of their conversation. The rest of crew talked softly to one another, scurrying about and making things happen so everyone could go home.

I flipped through social media on my phone, wasting time as I waited.

A hand fell on my shoulder, and I looked up.

“Almost done, sweetheart,” Mark said.

I nodded. “Good. Then we can get on with date night.”

He sat across the table from me and stared at me for a moment.

“What?” I asked. I knew he had something to say. I could tell by the way he drummed his fingers.

“How hungry are you?”

“What?”

“How would you feel about a change of plans?”

I let out an incredulous groan. “You have to work late?”

“No, I was just thinking maybe pre-sushi, pre-date night, we could entertain … a friend.”

That got my attention. It had been a while since we’d done that. And I thought I might know exactly which friend he had in mind.

Still, I coyly responded, “Yeah? Who?”

“I think you can guess.”

“Tell me anyway,” I said, staring him in the eye and slipping my hand into my lap. I pressed my hand — very deliberately, so he could see me — against my mound, then slid a finger along the fabric of my dress that covered it.

“Louie, of course. You have a new fan.”

“Let’s go,” I said.

He chuckled at my eagerness. “Five minutes. You want to wait in the car?”

I shook my head no. “I’ll wait here.”

That way I could watch Louie move around the café as he tidied up. He was huge and bulky, and at one point, he looked up and winked at me. I couldn’t wait to have him between my thighs.

Louie followed us home in his big red Jeep. The whole way home I was squirming. Mark would occasionally reach across and push his hand up under my dress. He dragged his fingers along my moist slit and pinched my inner thigh until I hissed through my teeth. By the time we pulled into our driveway, I felt delirious with desire.

Louie joined us on the porch. He looked down at me and said, “Hello.”

“Hi,” I responded. It was the best I could offer.

He put his arm around me, pulled me in and kissed me. His tongue stroked over mine. He was the most forward of our guests to date, and I had a feeling I’d be gushing like a river soon.

Mark chuckled and said, “You’ve been bold from the get-go, Lou.”

His hand slid down to cup my ass cheek. He gave it a hearty squeeze, and I gasped.

“I try,” Louie told Mark.

We entered the house, and I flipped on the lights. Mark led us to the guest room. We like to keep our bedroom to ourselves. The guest room was just as nice. A king-size bed, lovely gray walls and muted lighting.

Louie didn’t seem to notice. His eyes were on me and only me. Mark took a seat in a large plush chair in the corner near the head of the bed. It was no mistake that he could see pretty much everything from that vantage point.

Louie didn’t need any provocation or encouragement. He picked me up and tossed me gently on the bed. He took off my heels and pushed up my dress until I sat up and he was able to pull it over my head. He wound my long blonde braid around his hand and tipped my head back to kiss me. Then his teeth were on my neck and his hand slipped inside my bra. He pinched my nipple, and it went tight between his fingers. The pain coursed from my breast to my pussy.

I heard Mark’s breathing, harsh and deep, and I felt his gaze on us, even though I couldn’t see him.

Despite his clumsy-looking fingers, Louie managed to get off my bra without a hitch. He tapped my hip with his fingers, and I automatically raised myself so he could take my panties off. He parted my legs and lowered himself between them. He was still fully dressed, and somehow that made what he was doing even hotter.

He kissed my pussy, almost chastely at first, before parting my outer lips and breathing on my tender center. Then his tongue was on me. He started soft and gentle, but when I thrust my hips up, seeking more contact, his tongue moved harder against me. He slid a finger into my pussy and flexed it, fucking me with it until I felt wetness overflowing my cunt. I was so close, so very close.

And he knew it.

He moved off me, flipped me to my belly and hiked me up. I was eye-to-eye with Mark, who simply smiled at me. One of his hands rested in his clothed lap. I could see the bulge of his erection beneath it.

I thought Louie was going to fuck me, but he wasn’t ready to do that just yet. He slid beneath my parted thighs. His head suddenly appeared there, looking up at me from below. He grinned and grabbed my ass cheeks, pulling me down so I sat on his face. His tongue was at liberty to tour me fully. He slipped the tip inside me, then slid it around my folds before finally focusing on my pounding clit. All the while, his hands kneaded my ass cheeks.

The warmth of one of his hands disappeared from my skin, and then I felt the motion caused by his arm stroking his cock, getting it ready — getting it hard — for when he’d finally jam it deep inside my pussy.

I groaned, cupping my tits and pinching my nipples.

Mark stared at me, then scooted the chair forward and gently stroked my throat and my chest.

I sensed Louie’s hand sliding along on his cock. His lips slithered over my pussy as he sucked me and teased me with his tongue. Mark leaned in more and kissed me. He bit my lower lip and whispered, “You should come for him.”

I did. I shuddered all over his face.

Moments later, I moved off Louie and he climbed away from the bed and quickly stripped off his clothes. He kept me on my hands and knees so I could look at my husband while he, Mark’s employee, fucked me.

Louie moved in close, working his cock into me while grabbing me tight. Then he was all the way in me, moving fast and banging against me so hard his movements stole my breath. Every thrust scooted me forward a little bit on the bed.

I locked eyes with my husband, who made a show of pulling out his cock. He stroked it slowly as he watched us. That sent a thrill racing through me. My pussy clenched around Louie’s big dick, and I heard him inhale sharply. A moment of weakness — of humanity — from the monolith of a man.

Pushing back to take him, I put my hand between my legs and smacked my pussy one, two, three times before sliding my finger over the hard knot of my clit. I shivered as pleasure unwound deep inside me, warm and lovely. I squeezed again, smacked again, stroked again and then moaned.

“Take it,” Louie grunted. “Take my cock.”

He liked the verbal cues, so even as I drove my body back and revolved my fingers quickly against my clit, I said, “Fuck me. Use me.”

Mark’s eyes drifted shut for just a moment, and then his hand was a blur on his cock. His free hand cupped his balls. He forced his eyes open and he looked at me, a hint of desperation in his gaze.

He was holding on, but he was close. I could tell.

My nipples spiked — tight buds of pink flesh — and I ran my fingertip over them before returning my hand to my pussy.

Louie rested his palm on my lower back and pushed. With my head down, my legs were now spread wider. He held me there, keeping me just where he needed me as he pounded me.

“Jesus, yes,” Mark muttered.

My cunt grew tighter, my hand flew and my breath came in a rush. I was so close to climaxing, and Mark’s helpless utterance helped push me over the edge.

Behind me, Louie groaned, “I’m going to fucking come in your pretty little pussy.”

That did it for my husband. Mark went rigid, cried out and came. Cream coated his hand as it spurted over his dick. He stared at me. My pussy was spasming — slick and liquid — around the monster buried satisfyingly deep inside me.

“My turn, I guess,” Louie murmured to himself, and I nearly laughed.

Then his hands were clutching me hard as he filled me up.

I collapsed on the mattress, catching my breath.

I don’t usually like sudden changes of plans. But that night was an exception.