After Mr. Novak and I finally had sex in his study, I didn't see him for almost a week. It was admittedly awkward, having to face his wife and daughter every day, especially when even glancing at his study door made me blush, but I couldn't help it. I still wanted more. I had never imagined that I could want to fuck him even more than I had before, yet my mind drifted to him in every spare second I had. Though I hadn't seen him, I knew he was thinking about me too. In the mornings, before I would leave for the Novak's but after my own parents had gone to work, a single red rose was always delivered to our home. Every morning. There was never a sender mentioned, but I knew they were from him.
As the week went by Ms. Novak was even more flustered than usual in the midst of planning Annie's upcoming fifth birthday party. Apparently since the days of my small (and in relation) modest birthdays a child's entire future social happiness now hung in the balance of whether or not there were jugglers or tumblers at her fifth birthday party. As per usual, Annie's mother was far more concerned than Annie was, even though her mother hoped that the party would start Annie on making friends for the upcoming move into kindergarten. The fateful day drew closer, it was to be the Saturday afternoon following the gala evening, and as I suspected I was soon asked to work the event, "Just to help keep an eye on things".
On that Saturday I arrived at the Novak's around 1pm, the guests would be arriving an hour later, and the set up was already in full swing. Caterers dashed around with trays, the florists were putting the final touches on flower arrangements, while the gardeners polished the fountain figures in the back yard one more time. A crew of event planners were putting the final touches on chairs, tables, balloon arrangements, and hanging paper lanterns all of which were scattered through the back yard, around the pool, and tastefully hiding the garden shed.
"Oh Katie! Thank goodness you're here!" said Ms. Novak, traipsing in from the lawn, looking somehow simultaneously immaculate and frazzled as ever with one gloved hand held gently over the mouth piece of a phone. "Nothing has gone as planned today, things are just a complete mess. Can you please go upstairs and get Annie dressed? There are clothes laid out on the bed." With that she replaced the phone to her ear and I heard her say, "Get home NOW Drew, I don't care what's happening at the office, I have 150 people coming to attend a garden party in an hour and...." as she walked quickly back out towards the action.
With a sigh I ascended the stairs and found Annie in her room, clearly hiding from her mother. After some small argument, I managed to get her into the incredibly uncomfortable saffron, yellow dress her mother had selected for her, and down the stairs, just as the first guests began to arrive. I noted that Ms. Novak had gotten rid of her cell phone and was now greeting each guest as the gracious hostess, encouraging Annie to follow her lead. Seeing that things were stable for the moment, I headed to the back yard to scope out the final layout, just in case any emergencies should arrive. I was just rounding the table near the garden shed when I heard a voice behind me, "I thought that was you."
At the tone I stiffened instantly. It was Mr. Novak. His voice was even nicer than I remembered it. Smoother. Richer. I didn't turn around and he slowly came up behind me, sweeping the hair off my shoulders with his hand, and kissing the bare skin at the nape of my neck. I sighed a little as a current of attraction shot from his gentle touch straight to my core, and with the encouragement of my reaction he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me back behind the garden shed, where there was only about a foot of ground between the shed and the brick wall which surrounded the property. We were also conveniently hidden on either side by tall trees and bushes.
He spun me around and pinned me against the wall of the garden shed, running his hand through my long brown hair as he did so. I marveled again at his eyes and his smile. "You look even prettier than I remember" he told me, running the pad of his thumb lightly across my cheekbone and lips while his hand gently massaged the side of my face. As he leaned in slowly to kiss me his other hand slid from my shoulder down across my cardigan, unbuttoning the few buttons over my thin, pink, cami and down across my knee length skirt where it came to rest just under my butt. Pulling me to him he cupped my ass as he kissed me fervently and I let my hands caress his arms and shoulders in return. After a few moments, he pulled back from me.
"It's been too long Katie." I could tell he had missed me. His hard on was already apparent in his very forgiving slacks, and I knew I felt the same. My panties were already soaked, my nipples threatening to burst out of my bra, and I almost squirmed in anticipation of more.
"Well we can't really do this here. Or now." I pointed out. Mr. Novak smiled at me slyly in response.
"I'm going to go put in an appearance, show the wife I'm here, and in about an hour I'll develop a migraine and need to lie down for a few minutes. No one should be in the house at that point. When I go upstairs, you can enter the house for something else, and come meet me."
"In your bedroom?!" I asked, both astonished and incredibly turned on at the same time.
With a devilish smile, he leaned in close to me, forcing me back against the shed, and, as he slipped one hand up under my skirt to gently rub my swollen lips through my damp panties he remarked in a whisper, "That's what it's for isn't it?" with that he kissed me quickly on the cheek and turned to go back through the gate in the wall and drive his car up the front drive. I stood leaning against the wall and breathing heavily for a moment after he left. Soon I heard Annie's little voice ring out, "Daddy!"
With that I made my way around to the kitchen entrance and was soon back in the yard offering guests glasses of lemonade, making sure children didn't get too close to the deep end of the pool, and rearranging the teetering tower of gifts. The whole time I argued with myself. This was hardly the time or place. But would I get a better chance to fuck him again? He was a better lover than any of the men my age I had dated, and just thinking about him made me weak in the knees. Deep down I knew I was only arguing half-heartedly, of course I was going to sleep with him. After about an hour of fluttering near enough his wife and watching Mr. Novak's every move as he circulated around the guests, chatting with each one, he came up behind his wife and said quietly, "Can you handle things for about half an hour, honey?"
"Why?" she asked, clearly ready to fight him if he was planning on going back to work, but generally hesitant in front of their friends.
"I just have one of those migraines I get from all this noise. I'm going to go take some aspirin and lie down upstairs for a bit. I'll be back soon." His wife looked at him warily, but simply nodded as one of her book club members approached and Mr. Novak squeezed her shoulder in appreciation before turning and heading towards the door. A moment later I retreated into the house, praying no one would notice my own leave from the party, as I was hired help. With that I climbed the stairs quickly and quietly, two at a time, heart pounding.
Upon reaching the door to the bedroom I noticed it was slightly ajar and bumped it gently with my fingertips, making sure he was alone in the room. At the slight noise of the shifting door he rolled over from where he was laying on the bed and smiled at me, gesturing to me to enter. I came into the room, closing and locking the door behind me.
I had been in their bedroom a few times before, it was simple dark wood and white upholstery everywhere. The room was sizeable and the bed was huge, a bed made for luxurious Sunday mornings. The bed sat against the back wall of the room which stretched across the back of the house with long windows revealing the revelers in the back yard. There were no curtains on the rear windows as the Novak's had no neighbors behind them, merely a road and a small wooded hill which descended quickly into the deep blue of a lake. I was drawn in for only a moment by the view before I remembered what I had come for and turned my attention to Mr. Novak. He lay across the bed his shoes, socks and belt neatly stacked on the bedside table. His blue shirt and khaki pants stood out against the white bedding and Mr. Novak's trim physique was beautifully illustrated in the expensive fabrics he wore.
"You going to stare at me all day or are we going to do this?" He asked me with a smile in his voice, moving to sit on the edge of the bed nearest me, suddenly breaking my reverie. With a slight giggle at his joke I approached him and, nervous of getting caught, stood by the bed and kissed him tentatively.
My inhibitions quickly fell away as I remembered how good his hands felt on my body, how his lips seemed to know exactly what I wanted, and the hot, sultry way which his tongue intermingled with mine. While everything about Mr. Novak made me want to linger with him, I knew time was short. As our kissing intensified he quickly stripped me of my blouse, leaving me in only my bra, and pulled my panties down and off of my legs as I stepped out of my shoes. As he was at work on my clothing, I had unbuttoned his shirt and unfastened his pants, freeing his hardening cock from the tent of material created by his pants and boxers.
He let his hands wander to my breasts and I felt sure he was going to remove my thin, lacy bra. Instead his hot mouth caressed each of my nipples through the rough fabric. As he sucked each one through the fabric of my bra I moaned at his precision. Suddenly, he pulled me close to him and drew me onto the bed. We quickly rolled to face each other as a little shiver went down my spine. He has done this here with his wife. I thought to myself. His wife sleeps here.
My twinge of guilt was momentary however and merely added to my pleasure as Mr. Novak went back to kissing and massaging my breasts. I let my hands wander down to his exposed cock and began playing with him, gently at first, caressing his thick, warm rod with my fingers before running my nails lightly up and down his shaft, stopping occasionally to swirl the pad of my thumb across the head of his cock. I knew he was still horny from our last encounter, as he was swiftly growing quite hard. As I played with his cock Mr. Novak continued to kiss my breasts and stomach and slipped one hand under the fabric of my skirt to massage my damp lips, now free of my panties. His fingers played outside first, before one, and then two slipped into my wet pussy. I began to moan a little as he fingered me, occasionally putting pressure on my clit with his thumb. As he fingered me harder, my hips began to undulate, begging him to fuck me, as I thrust back at his hand.
"Oh yes." I whispered softly, while continuing my ministrations on his cock, which was now rock hard and pointing straight at me with pre-cum oozing slowly out of the tip.
"Get on top of me" he instructed in a whisper, leaning close, removing his fingers and stroking my own juices across my lips for me to taste.
"But people will see!" I pointed out, if anyone should happen to look up, and if I was sitting erect while riding him, my breasts and face would be clearly visible above the headboard.
"People never look up." He assured me, rolling over on his back, and sliding his pants and boxers down just far enough to offer me better access. Hesitant, but incredibly aroused, I hesitated for only a moment before straddling him. I was so hot and wet at the thought of having him inside me again I could hardly have said no. This time, it was I who teased him, slipping just the head of his cock inside me as I gyrated, and taking a little more of him into me on each downward thrust. Once he was fully in me, I relished the feeling of fullness and began to fuck him faster, clamping down on his cock with each thrust, trying to hold off the orgasm which I could already feel building in my core. I held the front of my skirt up so he had a better view of his thick, hard cock impaling my dripping wet, swollen pussy. I placed my hands on top of the headboard and was soon using my body for leverage. My full creamy breasts bounced in their lace cups invitingly, and he reached one hand up to play with them, using the other to pinch and flick my clit as I continued to fuck him, harder and harder. Soon we were both panting, his hips rising up to meet my downwards thrusts. I could tell he was close, as was I, but I tried to hold out so we could cum together.
Suddenly, we both heard it, a step on the creaky stair. Like vice grips his hands pulled my waist down and I sat with him inside me, straddling his hips, both of us breathing heavily as we waited to see what would happen. My heart pounded in my throat, unsure of what to do. Time seemed to stop and slow while we waited to see what would happen. I soon heard heels clicking down the hallway and knew immediately by the sound of the step (as did Mr. Novak) that it was his wife. I glanced at the door and made sure it was locked. I moved to try and get off of him and hide, but his hands held me tight and he shook his head, his eyes telling me to sit still. Surprisingly I was highly aroused, my pussy even more tender at the thought of getting caught and the sudden pause in stimulation.
She tried the door, when the handle didn't turn she knocked gently and asked, "Drew?"
I looked at Mr. Novak panicked but once again he moved his head just slightly, telling me not to worry. "Yes dear?" he asked, his voice surprisingly steady.
"Why is the door locked?" she replied, clearly still not over their earlier fight.
"I didn't want any kids coming in by mistake." He replied quickly. "I needed the quiet. I'm feeling much better though. I'm just going to splash some water on my face and I'll be right down."
"Okay. Well if you could hurry, we're going to cut the cake." She sighed before turning and clicking back down the hall and the stairs.
We remained frozen until we heard her leave the house again through the kitchen.
"That was too close." I whispered, again moving to get off him, sure he wouldn't want to finish, but his hands held me steady. "Where are you going?" he asked me with a smile, and, pulling me close to him rolled us over together and picked up where we left off.
As he fucked me hard in the missionary position I realized how much his wife almost catching us had turned us both on. My pussy dripped down my ass as his fucked me faster and faster, holding my legs up for even deeper penetration. His balls slapped my ass as he pummeled me and I thrust back towards him, his huge cock filling me completely, his bare chest rubbing my lace bra into my erect nipples. "Oh Mr. Novak" I whispered, feeling my orgasm building. I knew stopping in the middle of sex would make my orgasm explosive. I would have trouble staying quiet.
Anticipating my needs he grabbed his tie off the nightstand, never stopping his thrusting, and shoved it roughly into my mouth. With the makeshift gag I was soon moaning freely, the noise barely subdued by the gag. The excitement of the gag and almost getting caught was too much for me. "Oh. Fuck. Oh. Mr. Novak, don't stop. Don't. I. I'm cuummminnnngggggg." I attempted to announce through his tie as my tight, wet, pussy clamped down around his thick cock and I felt him release inside of me, his thick, hot cum spurting in waves across my cervix, foaming down out of my pussy and dribbling a little onto the duvet. We lay motionless for a moment, waiting for the orgasmic haze to lift.
Then we both sprang up and began quickly redressing and wiping juices off each other with tissues. Just as we were both finishing getting redressed we heard Ms. Novak calling from downstairs, "Katie? Katie?!"
"Fuck." I swore quickly, and as Mr. Novak kissed me quickly I threw on my shoes and dashed out of the room, hoping I looked okay.
Arriving at the top of the stairs I replied, "Yes Ms. Novak?"
"Oh. I didn't know where you had gone, we need you to come and get one of the kids out of the elm tree."
"Okay, I was just looking for Annie's sun block, I couldn't find it in her bathroom. But I can finish looking later. She should be fine for a little longer." She seemed to buy my lie, or at least not care, and quickly turned to head out to the yard. I knew Annie wouldn't need more sun block anyway. She liked to apply it herself and always put on way too much of it. I hurried outside to find a little boy cowering about three feet from the ground in the old elm's branches and I then spent the afternoon dealing with similar problems. When I finally left around 7pm after helping clean up I was exhausted. Mr. Novak and I had barely seen each other for the rest of the party, but I still left feeling incredibly sexually satisfied, although like I was forgetting something.
It was only around 9pm that evening, at home in front of When Harry Met Sally, that I realized what it was. My cell phone beeped and I quickly checked my texts. It was a text from an unfamiliar number and it read, "wife found your panties, knows everything, wants to confront you and I together tomorrow AM while Annie is at play date". My blood froze as I realized what I had forgotten...
To be continued
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