The Pineapple Lounge Ch. 02

As I looked over at Suzie and Matt, I knew that I had found a new level of desire and pleasure that I never knew existed. But I couldn't believe what had just happened, and I couldn't shake the feeling of guilt that was creeping up inside me. I had just kissed a woman, I let her touch me intimately, then I touched her and finally I had sex with a strange man, without a condom, and I had been unfaithful to my husband. What would Mark think if he found out? Would he forgive me? The weight of my actions felt heavy on my chest, and I couldn't help but wonder if I had made some terrible mistakes. Suzie noticed my change in demeanour and placed a comforting hand on my shoulder.

"Don't worry, sweetie," she said. "We're all consenting adults here, and you can't say you didn't enjoy that."

I couldn't disagree. With that, she gently kissed us both. We lay entwined as a threesome for several minutes, but I sensed that the two of them wanted to focus on each other. As they snogged and cuddled together, I slipped away and tried to compose myself. I stood up and said my "Goodbyes," which I am not sure they even heard, and got dressed quickly. I realized my underwear was missing. I looked around the semi-dark room, but it was nowhere to be found. Feeling somewhat embarrassed and dishevelled, I slinked back to the bar to find Mark. When I finally found him, he was laughing and talking to a brunette woman. I hesitated, feeling remorse about what I had just done, and conscious that my bare breasts were showing through my blouse. So I slid up to him from behind and kissed him on the cheek.

I mumbled "Sorry I've been gone for so long darling" into his ear. Though I am not sure he heard me properly. I slipped in between them and accepted Mark's offer to get me a drink. I certainly needed one!

The questioning by Mark started soon after, but I resisted answering. Instead, I snuggled up with my back against him, in a pathetic attempt to hide my near nakedness and guilty face/body and perhaps to show the brunette that he belonged to me. The brunette soon left us alone, though much to my surprise, she was near immediately replaced by Matt, who was still half-dressed and bare-chested and Suzie in her kimono again. They were immediately familiar and tactile with me and I rather awkwardly introduced them to Mark. As I did, Suzie handed me my underwear in a ball, whilst exclaiming to me (and Mark) "These are yours." I blushed bright red and took the black garments from Suzie. After a pregnant pause I shamefully asked Mark if he could put them in his pocket.

"Shit" I cursed to myself and snuggled closer to Mark, who much to my angst unwrapped the bundle to see what it was. I exchanged a knowing glance with Suzie and Matt. Luckily, the conversation moved swiftly on, and I got to know the couple better in the traditional manner. They were lively and chatty, and we had a fun flirty tête-à-tête. I soon forgot my predicament, though I half-blocked Matt from hearing too much with my new friends by standing in-between them.

In between, flirting with Matt and Suzie I would periodically hear Mark questioning into my ear, "Where did you disappear to earlier? What have you been up to?"

Eventually, I relented and leaned back to Mark and replied, "Only what you asked of me, my love..." I turned and kissed Mark deeply, but he remained unsettled.

I was embarrassed and didn't want to tell him about my encounter with Matt and Suzie. The thought made me feel guilt-ridden. I decided to try and show him instead. Facing my friends, I took Mark's hand and pressed it against my braless breasts. It was my way of saying "See, I've taken off my bra", but no words left my lips. My nipples went hard under Mark's touch. He squeezed each of my tits gently under my guidance and I could also feel his desire for me rise as his cock pressed to my back.

Emboldened by this reaction, I steered his other hand down until it rested between my legs. "Feel how I've been ravished here too" I wanted to say to my husband but didn't.

Intertwined with his I helped this hand reach down under my short skirt until I held on to the side of my thigh. "Yes, I've taken off my thong too" I couldn't to say to my husband, but I did show him. To be honest, with his thong in my pocket, he already knew. With my skirt pulled up, my bare pussy became visible to whomever cared to look. But in that busy club, that was not an unusual sight and only Matt and Suzie were watching me intently.

I lent backwards and twisted, so my breath on Mark's neck likely sent shivers down his spine. He pulled me closer, our lower hands finding their way to the front until they covered my exposed pubic hair, where we paused. "I'm sorry my hair's matted with dried love juices" I wanted to say to Mark, but I'm sure he felt it in any event. As Mark paused there, I felt my heart racing in anticipation of where his hand was heading next. I knew I was still wet from my encounter with Matt, and the thought that Mark was about to unearth that, made me even more aroused. As Mark slithered his hand downwards, I couldn't help but arch my back and let out a gasp. His fingers had found their way onto my still sensitive clitoris. Mark knew my body well and with my reaction, he simply bypassed that delicate part of me. Instead, his fingers traced down my cleft, which parted welcomingly until Mark's fingertips slipped effortlessly through to the wetness which marked the entrance of my freshly op3ened love nest. As sooner as he reached there, I clamped my legs together, wanting to tell him, "Yes, I've just had sex and it was wonderful", but again I didn't. As I squeezed my legs together Mark's fingers were pressed tightly onto my vagina, which told its own story of my infidelity.

Somehow Mark knew this and removed his hand from my sex. Matt and Suzie smiled at each other and then at Mark as if to say, "Thanks for letting us make love to your wife".

Anxiously, I leaned in close to Mark's ear and whispered, "Darling, I only did what you wanted. I've been a naughty girl, but now I want you. Come with me." With that, I took the hand that had been in-between my legs just moments before and pulled Mark away from the bar with it.