Unhealthy Obsession

"How about you ditch the apron and have a drink with us here then?" Steve suggested.

"Okay, as long as you don't talk 'shop'."

Chloe had the tie undone and was sliding the apron over her head when she remembered she had intended changing her bra. She paused then realised it would look silly to put the apron back on again so she continued removing it. There was a sharp intake of breath from Steve as the tops of her breasts came into view.

"New dress?" Steve commented trying to seem relaxed as he took another large swallow of scotch.

"Yes, it is." Chloe said revelling in his reaction. "Do you like it?"

Chloe swivelled to face Steve front on So he got the full effect of her exposed flesh.

"Y...yes." Steve eventually got out as he tried not to choke on his mouth full of alcohol.

"What do you think Dwayne?"

Chloe turned her attention to their guest. The two glasses of wine helping stifle any insecurities.

"It's quite nice." Dwayne replied looking straight into her face. "You know I'm going to miss our Friday afternoon get togethers Steve." He continued changing the subject.

It wasn't the reaction Chloe had expected. Where were the hungry eyes of the office Casanova?The subtle knowing smile? The mildly inappropriate compliment? As the two men continued their mutual admiration society Chloe drained her glass of wine.

"I'll just go and get the vegetables started." She said clomping off to the kitchen hoping the sound her shoes were making would draw the men's attention to her displeasure.

Steve was actually comforted by it. It looked like Dwayne was living up to his promise. If Chloe got into a mood then even he wouldn't have any chance of getting into her panties. Dwayne wasn't unhappy about it either. Getting Chloe frustrated was his strategy for success. Steve sat in one of the armchairs and they talked about general stuff.

"Do you want another?" Steve asked holding up his empty glass.

"No, I'm not much of a scotch fan. Bit of a waste giving it to me. Do you want to finish this?" Dwayne held out his own glass that had barely been touched.

"Well I'm not going to tip it down the sink." Steve took the glass. "Do you want something else? Beer? Wine?"

"No I'll wait till dinner."

Steve took a sip and savoured the flavour like it was a fine wine.

"You're really into that shit aren't you?" Dwayne asked chuckling to himself.

"Oh yeah, this is like mother's milk. How did you know about my passion for it?"

"You mentioned it once when we were having a drink after work. I did a bit of searching on google and then scouted around to see what I could find."

"You made an excellent choice my friend. This is top shelf stuff."

I certainly did, Dwayne thought. Another couple of glasses with dinner and Steve would surely give in to his fantasy. As long as he could get Chloe to make the first move. Just then Chloe came out.

"Okay. Dinner is ready. Can you come and help me bring it out Steve?"

"Yes dear." Steve said. He finished the rest of Dwayne's whisky picked up both glasses and walked towards the kitchen.

Dwayne watched as they came in and out a few times bringing platters, a few bottles of wine, glasses, plates and cutlery. He wondered whether he should feel guilty for his plan to fuck Chloe. Early on he'd got the vibe that Steve was into watching. Until he'd actually met the new Chloe there hadn't been much desire on his part. After the day they'd bumped into each other in Steve's office had piqued his interest. Realistically he still had considered the chances as slim until Steve told him about their new toy. Now watching her walk around with her boobs practically bursting out of her dress he wanted to bend her over that table loaded with food and fuck her till she couldn't walk. He had a feeling she wouldn't be complaining if he suggested it..

"Alright Dwayne come over now." Chloe called. "You can sit here. It's a help yourself dinner so load up with what you want and don't be afraid to get more. Red wine, white wine or beer?"

"Um I'll have a glass of red thanks."

Dwayne sat down while Chloe poured out some red wine. It was a small six seater table. Steve was sitting at the end while Chloe and Dwayne were either side of him. Dinner was great. Dwayne enjoyed it immensely, almost as much as he enjoyed watching Chloe squirm. Steve quickly downed his third scotch then started on the red wine. Dwayne could see the colour rising in his cheeks which he'd learnt on their Friday nights was a sign the alcohol was taking effect. Calming the nerves Dwayne thought.

Chloe sat in her seat frustrated. The boys were droning on about fiscal policy and the federal reserve. It seemed her moment in the spotlight wasn't ever going to come. Even tightening the belt around her waist so the front of the dress was pulled further down didn't elicit any response. With a sigh she got up and cleared the table. Dessert was a black cherry cheesecake with ice cream and cream. She gave the men their serving and topped up her wine. To her surprise there was only half a glass left.

As they were eating a fed up Chloe decided it was time to create some mischief. Kicking off her shoes she reached out one foot intent on disrupting her husband's train of thought. She searched for his leg but ran into Dwayne's instead. He shifted slightly in his seat but didn't acknowledge her in any way. Right, Chloe thought, I'm going to make you look at me.

Gently her foot slid up the inside Dwayne's leg until she reached his bent knee. Chloe watched his face hoping for a sign of his discomfort. He remained impassive looking at Steve. Repeating her movements again Chloe was sure she saw the hint of a little smile. The corner of his mouth just turned up a little and his leg straightened a bit and splayed wider.

Chloe couldn't help but feel triumphant as she took his invitation to go higher. She let her foot slide along the inside of his knee moving up his thigh. Her intention was to just brush against his trousers but she encountered a bump. She dropped her foot back to the floor as she tried to fathom what that bump might be. It was on the inside of his leg not fair up from his knee. Did he have an injury? He hadn't shown any sign of a limp or discomfort.

Again she slid he foot up from his ankle to his knee. More tentatively she delved higher with her toes. There it was again. Definitely a lump on his inner thigh. Could it be? No, no it was way to far down. Stretching her toes out she traced the extent of the bulge. It continued along the inside of his thigh. Then it moved.

"Uhh," Chloe gasped involuntarily as she let her foot fall and it thumped onto the floor,

Steve looked at her concerned.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, yes just a cramp." Chloe spluttered. "I'll just get a glass of water."

Chloe pushed her chair back and hurried to the kitchen. Dwayne watched her go unable to stop the smile the broke out on his face. It wasn't the first move he was looking for but it meant the moment of truth wasn't far away. If Chloe came back to the table and resumed her exploration, he would take it further. Steve watched to, not Chloe but Dwayne. He saw the smile, he guessed what it meant. He had been unaware of anything happening. Maybe it didn't, maybe it was a cramp. Another look at Dwayne's smirk told him all he needed to know. A dull ache hit him in the pit of his stomach, his mouth went dry and his dick started to respond.

Chloe put a glass under the tap and turned it on. She was breathing heavily, conscious of her chest rising and falling. Turning to her left she could see her reflection in the glass front of a cupboard. There was no hiding the colour in her cheeks. She'd just touched Dwayne's cock. Only with her foot but when it moved she knew. How could it be? It was halfway down his leg.

"Jesus Christ you're not in Indiana anymore." Chloe whispered to herself.

The water overflowing onto her hand pulled her back to reality. She had a drink then held the cool glass against her face. It couldn't be. No way, it would be unnatural. Or maybe it was just a trick of her mind. Maybe her foot was higher than she thought. It's not like she saw it in the flesh. Chloe had another drink of water then poured the rest down the sink. Taking a couple of deep breaths she calmed herself then went back to the table.

Dwayne and Steve were still engrossed in conversation when Chloe returned. Steve stopped momentarily to see if she was okay. Chloe laughed it off and said she was fine. She had another sip of her wine. The finance talk had moved onto the NBA. As they discussed new college recruits and player transfers. Boredom set in again for Chloe. Her thoughts kept coming back to the lump on Dwayne's thigh. Maybe she should try again. He hadn't said anything and Steve remained clueless so what would be the harm? Fuck, your married, your husband is sitting right next to you. But he's gets off watching this stuff. Black men on white women or more precisely Dwayne on whatever work colleague is throwing herself at him.

The mental debate continued until Chloe stretched her leg forward again. Just to confirm she hadn't been mistaken. She could tell Steve about it after in bed. He'd probably get really horny knowing she'd touch him like this. Her foot contacted Dwayne's lower leg then began moving up. Boldly Chloe skipped the knee and went straight for his inner thigh. The lump was still there. As she traced its outline with her toe it moved again. She wasn't startled this time. It only made her want to continue her teasing... because that's all it was. Just teasing, Chloe told herself even as she felt a tingle in her own loins.

Even as Steve talked he could tell something was going on. When Chloe had returned to the table his ears hadn't picked up the click clack of her heels on the floor. A quick glance confirmed she was barefoot. Maybe her feet were sore and she'd left them in the kitchen? After a while he noticed her shift in her seat as she slid a little lower in the chair. Fuck, she's playing footsies with him under the table. Was that considered a first move?

Steve shifted his attention to Dwayne. His head was still facing Steve but his body was square to the table. He pictured him with his legs open and Chloe's foot pressed into his groin. He started to get hard himself as his mind ran away with the possibilities. Then Dwayne slipped one of his hands down under the table. Very casually, like he was attending to an itch only it didn't return. From the corner of his eye he could see Chloe's eyes widen and a playful little smile passed across her lips. It was time to test her resolve.

"I might get another whisky." Steve said and he started to stand up. "Should we finish tidying up?"

Dwayne's hand was clamped on Chloe's foot holding it hard against his growing cock. She didn't feel a lump anymore. It was more like a length of pipe was shoved down his trouser leg. Chloe knew she should stop but it was as if she'd past the point of turning back. Maybe it was the wine, or the thoughts generated by her new toy. At that moment she really wanted to see where this was going to lead. She wanted to see a real life big black cock. She could feel Steve's eyes on her as he waited for her answer. While Dwayne's eyes were staring directly into her own. He raised an eyebrow, putting his own question to her without any words.

"I've already done most of it and I did cook." Chloe said without looking up at Steve. "Just take the dessert plates in with you and put them in the dishwasher."

Steve felt like he'd been dismissed. Chloe hadn't even looked at him. Her gaze firmly fixed on Dwayne sitting across from her. The humiliation he felt as he gathered the two plates and began walking to the kitchen was palpable. Why would she do that? More perplexing why was his cock still hard?

He put the plates in the dishwasher, added detergent and started its wash cycle. Putting his glass on the bench Steve grabbed the bottle of scotch. His hand was shaking as he opened it. The lid fell from his grasp and bounced on the floor. He bent down, picked it then poured himself a generous slug. He downed it quickly, enjoying the burn as it slid down his throat. He poured another and replaced the lid. Picking up the glass he took a sip this time while he contemplated the kitchen door. What would he find when he went back through that door?

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Chloe was both horrified and exhilarated by the way she had sent Steve to the kitchen. Like sending a naughty boy to the headmasters office. And he had been naughty. Chloe wouldn't be sitting at her own dining table rubbing her foot against a young black man's cock if he hadn't provoked it. Dwayne's strong hand guided her foot back and forth along the entire length of his dick. Chloe wanted more, she wanted to look at it, to touch it but she had no idea how to progress beyond what she was doing.

"Why don't we move somewhere more comfortable." Dwayne suggested.

"Ummm well, ummm," Chloe spluttered as she struggled to comprehend where this was leading. "Err, the spare beds made... Oh god not that I was suggesting... you know... I..."

"It's okay Chloe." Dwayne said chuckling. "I was thinking of the lounge." He nodded his head in the direction of the sofa.

Chloe laughed to, her nerves suddenly making her feel very sober. Dwayne stood up and offered his hand to help her up. Then he led her to the sofa. He sat down in the middle which Chloe thought was strange because it meant there really wasn't enough room for her to sit comfortably on either side. He still had hold of her hand and Dwayne directed her so she stood facing him directly in front.

Letting her hand go Dwayne looked up at the married woman in front of him. She looked uncertain on the verge of running away. The boldness she'd exhibited earlier had evaporated without the cover of the table. He could stop now. She would probably thank him, blame one to many drinks and laugh it off. Or he could take her, give her a night she would not soon forget and she would thank him also. It was the tipping point and Dwayne's desire to bed the exquisite lady in front of him won out. Locking his eyes on hers he reached down and lightly ran both hands down the outside of her lower legs.

"You've been a naughty girl Chloe." Dwayne said.

Chloe's lips parted as his fingertips glided over her flesh. Dwayne hands changed direction, moving up until they reached the hem of her dress. Going back down again he got to just above her ankles then switched so the backs of his hands were on the inside of her legs. As they rose past the inside of her knees Chloe stifled a gasp and bit her lower lip. Her legs shifted, widening her stance allowing him easier access higher up. Dwayne went as far as the hem of her dress again only a few inches above her knees and stopped. Chloe was trembling slightly now, but there was no fear or indecision only desire.

Dwayne removed his hands from between her legs, placing them on her hips and sat back pulling Chloe closer as he went. She looked confused momentarily until her knees hit the sofa. His hand slipped down behind her knee and he lifted. Chloe got what he wanted so she climbed onto the lounge straddling his legs. Leaning forward she supported herself with her arms braced against the back of the sofa behind Dwayne's head. Her breasts just inches from his face. So close she could feel his breath on the exposed flesh. His hands moved up the backs of her legs under her dress to her ass.

"I've wanted to do that ever since that day in the office," Dwayne whispered as he cupped her butt cheeks. "I've thought about you." He nuzzled her neck. "Dreamt about you." Dwayne trailed little kisses up to her ear. "When I saw you bent over the table putting down the food I got hard."

Chloe's breath caught in her throat and she sighed. Dwayne continued teasing her neck while he alternated between squeezing and stroking her ass.

"Why didn't you do something about it?" Chloe gasped.

"I promised Steve, I wouldn't unless you made the first move."

At the mention of her husband name Chloe stiffened and pulled back. Dwayne hands on her ass prevented her from standing up.

"Steve..."

"It's okay Chloe, he wants this. He likes to watch, he wants to watch you, he bought you the black toy to practice with."

"You know about that?" Chloe felt her cheeks colour. She was uneasy with Dwayne knowing so much.

"It's okay, just relax. It feels good doesn't it?" Dwayne hands resumed roaming. "You want this too. You've thought about me when Steve used that toy, didn't you?"

Chloe first instinct was to deny but instead she stayed silent. Dwayne tried again.

"You can't hide from it. You want this, you need this, don't you." Dwayne resumed kissing her neck.

"Yes," Chloe hissed. "Yes I want this."

Dwayne felt the stiffness go out of her body as she began to move with him again.

"But Steve." Chloe could feel her meagre resistance crumbling.

"If he says stop I'll stop." Dwayne pulled Chloe hips down so her sex was pressed against the bulge in his trousers. "But he won't, he wants this just as much as you do. He wants to watch, he's watching us now."

Chloe swung her head towards the dining table and she saw her husband standing in the kitchen doorway. At the same time Dwayne pressed upwards so the lump in his pants ground into Chloe's groin. She couldn't suppress the moan of pleasure in caused.

Dwayne knew he had them both. Still he wanted to be sure. Chloe's head had turned back beside his as she rode him. He whispered in her ear.

"Stand up Chloe. Take off your dress. If Steve doesn't stop you, I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before."

It was the first time Chloe had heard Dwayne use coarse language. It only inflamed her more to hear him express his desire that way.

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Steeling himself Steve walked through the door. The table was empty, his first thought was they were already in bed. Then he saw them on the sofa. Dwayne sitting, Chloe facing him straddling his lap. Dwayne's hands moved under her dress playing with her ass. Their heads, close together, Dwayne's just to one side as he nuzzled her neck. He could tell they were whispering but couldn't decipher any words.

He heard Chloe say yes, then more murmurs. She swung her head towards him and they briefly looked into each other eyes before Chloe closed hers and moaned. Her hips began moving again as she dry humped Dwayne. He whispered again and she stopped. Chloe eased back and Dwayne lowered the zipper on the back of her dress. She stood up. Her hands held the front of the dress preventing it from falling off. Chloe looked at Steve again.

He knew this was the moment. It was his chance to stop what had been a slow moving avalanche since he'd first went with Dwayne to the bar. He looked at his wife. Her hair was tousled, her face flushed, the dress had half slipped off the shoulder closest to him. She looked as sexy and as a aroused as he'd ever seen her. He couldn't find his voice. Chloe waited and then looked down. She could see the tent in his pants. Game over.

Chloe let the dress drop to the floor at her feet. There was a sharp intake of breath from both men as they gazed on her in her lingerie. Dwayne held out his hand and Chloe took it. She moved closer and straddled his legs again. Her hands moved up and she began unbuttoning Dwayne's shirt. She got them all done down to his belt then she pushed it open and ran her hands over his chest. Dwayne pulled her closer so he could kiss her. His hand went to her breasts still partly encased in her bra. Chloe moaned into his mouth and her hands went to his belt. Slowly at first then with more purpose as Dwayne continued to kiss and maul her tits she undid his belt and his pants. Pushing herself back to her feet she gripped the sides of his trousers trying to get them down.