The party had been going on for about four hours when I found Shelby sitting on the couch, a glass of wine in one hand as she read on her Kindle. The rest of us were downstairs in the walkout basement drinking, talking and playing cards with the music loud and the hockey game on the tv. I had only met her once before, when her husband Dan had brought her to a BBQ, and had been told that she was the quiet and reserved type.
I had found the curvy redhead attractive, appealing and interesting. We had talked at the BBQ and found that we shared interest in reading novels and short stories, mostly horror and suspense, and had enjoyed some of the same books. I had mentioned my interest in erotic literature, and she had blushed slightly before admitting that she had not really looked into it. I had urged her to take a look and teased her about finding something that would interest her.
This evening we had been talking again, discussing books and then erotica. The discussion had led to us flirting heavily and I could see that this quiet introvert, like many others, had a seething sexuality lurking below the surface of her shy wife persona. Her eyes had been bright, her hands touchy and her skin flushed when she excused herself to attend the washroom and had disappeared.
I grabbed the bag of ice I had been sent to retrieve and took it downstairs. As I put it in the ice bucket I looked for Dan and found him at the card table, money in front of him and a smile on his face.
"How you doing?" I asked.
"Great," Dan replied. "Up a few hundred so far."
"So not cashing out yet?"
"No way, I'm on a roll," he laughed.
"I saw your wife upstairs," I added. "Mind if I go talk with her for a while?"
"Not at all," he answered. "Keep her company, then I can keep playing until the bell hits twelve and I have to give her a New Years kiss."
"It's almost ten now," I said as I checked my watch. "I'll bring her down just before midnight."
"Sure, sure, whatever," he agreed with a shrug. "She seems to enjoy your company, maybe you can get her to loosen up and have some fun."
I returned upstairs to find Shelby in the kitchen refilling her wine glass. The red dress she wore fit her well, hugging her hips and breasts just right, and the red high heels shouted someone fuck me. I stood and admired her until she turned around and realized I was standing there.
"Oh, hi," she grinned. "I didn't realize you were there."
"I was just admiring the view," I admitted. "You look great."
"Thanks," she blushed.
"I mean it," I continued. "Very sexy, and I love those heels."
"Yeah?" she smiled as she lifted one foot. "You think they look good?"
"They look great on your feet but they would look better around my waist."
She laughed nervously and looked around as I stepped close and put my hands on her waist. She looked up at me through her glasses, her eyes wide and curious as I leaned in and kissed her plump, perfect lips and pulled her tight to me. She made a token effort to pull away before returning the kiss as my hands slid down to her hips.
"That was nice," I whispered. "Can I do it again?"
"Uh, I'm not sure..."
"Do you want me to?"
"Well, yes," she admitted quietly. "But Dan..."
"Dan is downstairs playing cards," I told her. "I asked him if I could keep you company for a while, he said sure."
"He said you could kiss me?" she asked suspiciously.
"Not specifically," I explained as my hands began to rove her body. "He said I could show you a good time and bring you downstairs at midnight."
I pushed my hardened cock into her belly and watched the spot below her throat redden. I leaned down and kissed the side of her neck.
"So let me show you a good time," I whispered in her ear. "Let me taste you."
Her breathing was ragged and shallow as I sucked on her earlobe and fondled her ass with one hand and her breast with the other.
"Someone might see us," she protested meekly.
"Then they can join us," I replied before licking her lips with my tongue. "You've been reading stories, you might like to try that."
She moaned quietly as I pushed her against the counter and ground my cock into her.
"Two guys, two cocks," I teased. "We could share you."
She moaned again as my mouth travelled down her neck and I felt her hand slide to the front of my pants. I moved away enough for her hand to slip between us and felt her grasp my swollen cock.
"Oh my... you feel pretty big," she whispered hoarsely.
"Big enough to fill your little pussy completely... after I finish licking it," I whispered in her ear. "Come with me."
I took her by the hand and led her down the hallway to the last bedroom, pausing when the bathroom door opened and Steve stepped out into the hall. We looked at each other for a moment and then at Shelby, whose wide eyes showed a glint of fear.
"I saw you two in the kitchen," Steve said quietly. "Don't worry, I won't say anything."
Shelby let out a quiet sigh of relief as he stepped out of our way and let us pass to the bedroom. I turned back and gestured to him with my finger crooked while mouthing follow me. He smiled and followed me into the darkened room, closing the door behind him.
I took Shelby into my arms and pulled her tight to me. Steve came up behind her and his hands joined mine on her hips.
"Oh my..." she muttered as she became sandwiched between us.
"Just enjoy it," I whispered. "Two men who are so desperate to touch you, feel you, please you."
"You're so damn sexy, Shelby," Steve added as his hands cupped her breasts.
"Oh... I can't... I shouldn't..." she protested meekly.
"You can and I think you want to," I said as I lifted her skirt and yanked down the white silky underpants.
Steve kept groping her body and kissing her neck as I slipped my hand between her legs. Her now-exposed cunt was sopping wet and slick as my fingers slid along and in between the folds.
“Do you want us to stop?” I asked as my finger slipped inside her.
“No… don’t stop,” she whispered.
"Lay down on the bed," I instructed her.