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Diane was contentedly humming to herself as she came through the door. Gary had only just made it to the front room. He picked up his drink and a nearby magazine, and made a point of putting it aside as she walked into the lounge.

She looked unkempt. Her hair, which had only moments before been in Doug’s tight grip, stood up in places and stuck to her perspiring brow in others. Her lipstick was patchy and smudged, no doubt the rest was on Doug’s lips, or maybe smeared across his cock. Her dress was crinkled and was riding up to show her stocking tops, and a small hole at her knee was developing a ladder. She looked tired and a little worse for drink. She smiled at Gary with wide open eyes.

“Well that was great!” With the last word she waved her hand upwards in an exaggerated gesture. Gary noticed she was carrying her panties in that hand. A small bundle of blue satin and lace. Diane seemed to notice his gaze and she lowered them and looked at them. “My panties are still wet!” She threw them onto the sofa.

Gary was unsure what to say. Should he contradict her? Tell her he knew full well why they were ‘still wet’. Or should he just ask for details? See what she was prepared to confess. A part of him wanted to stand, take her in his arms, and take her to bed. Leave the talking until tomorrow.

“You seem very quiet.” Said Diane slumping onto the sofa herself. One leg on the seat, such that he was awarded a sight of damp hair under her dress.

“Um… Yes.” He shifted his gaze but everywhere he looked there was evidence of Diane’s evening. A loose garter strap, probably poorly reattached when she had slipped her panties off in the cubicle. A small damp stain on her dress, possibly just a drink spillage but more likely a spot of drool from her blow job. Her discarded panties with their tell-tale glisten, no doubt making a damp spot on the leather. Was that a small love-bite on her neck? Even her open clutch bag, slipping from her grip, which until recently held those panties. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Well maybe tell me how your evening has been?” asked Diane nonchalantly, as if coming in from a night with a girlfriend.

“I can’t lie. It has been stressful.” He stared into his drink wishing he still had some ice cubes. It was suddenly very warm in the room.

“Stressful. But you were in total control?” Diane frowned at him. Her frown looked quite comical, but she was clearly trying to be serious. Gary always found her impossibly cute when she had been drinking.

“No. I wasn’t.” He cringed, remembering his panic. “My phone died on me and you went much further than I expected. I all got out of hand.”

“What?” Diane seemed confused she sat up and leaned forward in her seat to meet his lowered gaze. “When did this happen?”

“Around the time you were taking off your panties.” He gestured to the small damp pile on the sofa beside her. “And before that I misplaced it. Everything went wrong.” He held his head in his hands.

“Oh! So you would have stopped me?” She knelt before him hands on his knees in concern. He found himself looking straight down her dress at the familiar curve of her breasts. “Would you have denied me that second snog without my panties?”

“Yes… Probably.” He wasn’t sure. He hadn’t had the choice. “I don’t know.”

“Your camera seemed to be working just now.” She said, standing up. You could have easily phoned while I was outside in the car.” As she said this she gently placed a hand under his chin and raised his head to look into his eyes.

“What do you mean?” He was caught off balance and wasn’t sure what to say.

“Gary. I saw the flash and later when I was getting my panties out of my bag I checked in my makeup mirror. Don’t deny you were watching us. I saw you.”

“What? No, I was here the whole time.” His objections sounded weak to his own ears. He felt himself blushing. He tried to shift the subject. “Watching you do what?”

Diane crouched down. He leaned forward into her. His forehead touching hers. He could smell alcohol on her breath and her now stale perfume mixed with her own exertions on the dance floor, and in the car. The whole evening seemed to flash before his eyes, conjured up by her scent. He tilted his head slightly and looked directly at what was clearly a love bite. Doug had left his mark on her. Claimed her.

“Gary.” Diane snapped him back to the present. She tilted her head to match his, looking deep into his eyes. “You tell me what you saw.”

“You were kissing.” Gary wanted to stand up and scream at her for what he had seen her do, but he knew deep down he was complicit. He could have called her. He could have stopped it. Instead he had watched. He wasn’t even sure why, but he knew it aroused him.

“We both know I was doing more than that.” She pushed him back into his seat. At his new angle the tenting of his robe was obvious to both of them. “What else did you see?”

“You gave him a blow job.” He mumbled, cringing at the words.

“Mmm. Yes I did.” She stood again and in one fluid movement pulled her dress over her head and threw it on the floor. Gary stared up at her perfect figure, adorned in lacy lingerie. He hadn’t seen the set before. The lacy bra and suspenders matching her discarded panties. Blue lace and satin to go with her dress. Her legs seemed to go on forever in her high heels. He felt himself responding, getting harder despite his inner turmoil.

“Did you see how big he was?” As she said this her hand reached for her naked pussy and a finger slowly parted her lips. “So long and thick.”

“Yes.” Gary’s mouth was dry, as he watched Diane’s hand between her thighs.

“And he lasted so long. My arm was getting cramp by the time he was done.” Her finger disappeared as she pressed it into herself. “No wonder his girlfriends always sound so satisfied. All that screaming late into the night.”

Gary watched silently as her hand worked more urgently. She was becoming visibly wet as another finger joined the first. He had never seen her play with herself before today. His mind went back to her in the car and the way she had pleasured herself. She had looked so animalistic in her lust. Now she looked seductive. He wanted her to climb onto him and let him replace those fingers with his growing erection.

“And he came so forcefully into my panties,” she said with a teasing lilt in her voice. Her free hand gesturing to them. “They were already very wet. Now they are soaked through. I imagine they are ruined.”

Diane suddenly stopped and removed her hand. Looking at it almost quizzically.

“All I got was a grope in the dark and my own hand.” She held her hand out to him. Gary could smell her arousal. “Do you think that is fair? I think I deserved more, don’t you?”

“I guess.” He said looking up at her exaggerated pout. “You could always come over here and…”

“And what?” She said frowning at him and placing her free hand on her hip. Her tone was playful but her words felt like accusations. “Have a quickie? A few seconds of pleasure and good night Josephine? How will that compete with what is on offer next door?” Diane giggled at the comparison.

“He had his fun.” He needed her. She had never looked sexier. Her confidence and her demeanour were having an effect on him. He could feel his erection straining. “Please Diane. I am desperate.”

She laughed more at this. It wasn’t a cruel laugh. More surprised.

“Oh? Did Gary get all excited watching me with Doug? I bet you got plenty of photos. Did you play with yourself while you were watching us?”

“Please. I was just watching.” Even that felt like a confession.

“Don’t lie to me Gary.” She lifted her damp hand to her mouth and with slow sensuous movements she licked the fingers she had just used on herself. Savoured them. “You know I did. We both know you did. Admit it. Neither of us could resist.”

“Yes. Yes I did.” Diane’s admission prompting his.

“And did you last as long as Doug?” She said suddenly sitting back on the sofa smiling widely. Clearly delighted with his confession. Her tone shifted as if sharing a naughty secret. “Did you play with yourself the whole time you were watching? Or did you cum quick and hard? How long did you last?”

“I don’t know.” He was blushing crimson now. “A minute or two perhaps.”

“Really Gary? A whole minute?” Her eyes narrowed. “I bet it was a few quick strokes. Tell you what, let’s play a little game. I will stroke you like I did Doug, and if you last a whole minute I will be yours to do as you please for the rest of the weekend.”

It sounded worth a try. He was desperate for relief again. Gary was about to agree when Diane carried on.

“But… If you last less than ten seconds I will phone Doug and tell him you didn’t make it home, and I will go next door and let him fuck my brains out all night like I deserve.” She licked her lips at the idea.

“No! That’s not fair!” Gary felt trapped by his own desires and her teasing. It was one of her bets that had started all of this. Would he take it all back if he could? Stop her going next door and making the date. He realised he wouldn’t.

“I am sure you can last ten seconds.” She laughed again. “You probably lasted longer than that watching us, and you usually last longer the second time.”

“Of course I can last ten seconds.” He felt affronted, but at the same time he was worried where this could lead. Had he lasted ten seconds earlier? He wasn’t sure. He was already so desperate, just as he was now. “Cant we just go to bed? Have normal sex?” He wanted to carry her upstairs, throw her on the bed and dive between her thighs. He desperately wanted to taste her.

“And we can. However you want. For the rest of tonight and all of tomorrow. As much sex as you can handle. You only need to last a minute.” She tapped her watch to emphasise her point. “Just think I could be giving you a blow job like the one you photographed earlier.”

Diane hardly ever gave him a blow job. The deal did sound tempting. Perhaps he could last a minute.

“Ok,” he said with as much conviction as he could muster.

Half an hour later he was lying in bed listening to Diane screaming in ecstasy. It sounded even louder than the scream from the car. Except that time hadn’t been proceeded by moaning and the banging of a headboard for twenty minutes or more.

Gary reflected on how unfair it was to get him so exited before Diane had started the timer. All that playing with herself and teasing him about watching them. Despite that he had agreed. It was when she reached for her soaked panties he knew he was doomed. ‘I will stroke you like I did Doug’ she had said. But the idea of her using the very same panties was too much.

In the renewed silence he looked through his photographs wondering at the size of that cock. The very cock that amazingly had already brought Diane to three powerful orgasms.

He thought back to her excitement on the phone. ‘He won’t be back until Monday, and I need someone now! I am so horny after tonight. I feel like I could fuck all night and all of tomorrow. Please can I come round?’

Despite himself he was aroused again. He didn’t want to play with himself. The shame of cumming into those wet panties before Diane had begun timing him was too raw.

Instead he just lay there in the dark waiting for the inevitable sound of renewed passion. It was going to be a very long night.

The End

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