Quickie with MY husband? MATURE READ 18+ ✔️

Lay of the Land.

The Lowe's house is opulence at its best. They are what most of us are: nouveau riche. Nearly minted millionaires. It took a lot to have them settle on this house. I should know I sold it to them. And it brought me a hefty commission.

This neighborhood boasts a lot of beautiful family mansions. The Lowe House is the last one in the cul-de-sac and a mansion by anyone's standard. It boasts a five-car garage, eight bedrooms, nine full bathrooms, two pantries, two huge living rooms, a theater room, and lots of other amenities. There were two stairways on both sides of their huge entryway leading upstairs. But I am more interested in the lone stairs leading to the basement rooms and bathroom.

"Everyone this is Ric and Dominique Grey. Dominique sold us this beautiful house;" Sheila introduces us.

"Thank you, and how's the house working out for you?" I ask leaning into my husband.

"Dominique, it's beautiful. It meets our needs perfectly. You know we are working on the next step in our marriage and this house just screams 'children'," she gushes.

"Children?" I ask.

"Yes. Jeremy and I are trying for our first child. Fun isn't it, sweetheart," she turns to the man coming towards us with glasses of wine.

"Of course." he smirks behind her back.

Oh! Oh! I think to myself, baby-making should be fun, not obligatory but hey, to each his own.

"Thank you." I accept the glass of wine, looking around at the other couples in the room.

Dane and Jules Fleming are acquaintances of ours, that seem to usually be at the same parties as us. And so are Diana and Bill Hodges, Karen and Greg Snow. The rest of the people in the room are strangers we hope to meet. There seem to be about sixty people in their house. Like I said, a midsize party.

We mingle and in social settings conversations range from work-life to family life to everything and anything. The two things we don't discuss are religion and politics. I also get to meet some potential new clients, and that is always a good thing.

The party is now louder and merrier. Besides, we the guests, there are servers all-around passing out hors d'oeuvres and drinks. But all that's on my mind is getting my pussy stuffed; literally.

It's a sex game Ric and I play when we go to parties. Since we sell most of the homes, we know the layout and can find our way around. We find a room away from the crowd and have a quickie, effectively 'baptizing' the new owner's home, Grey style.

I look around the cluster of people trying to find Ric. I see him in a deep heated conversation with three men. Time to get my groove on. I stop the server walking by me.

"Excuse me, do you have a piece of paper and pen I could have?" I ask.

"Yes ma'am.  I'll be right back."

I smile, running through my plan in my head. It's not the act that gets me hot and bothered. It's the fact that I plan to have hot, rough sex in the Lowe's house now.

"Here you go, ma'am."

"Thank you. Will you do me a favor, please?"

"Yes, ma'am."

I write 'meet me downstairs in the bathroom, NOW!!!' on the slip of paper and hand it to the server.

"Will you give this note to that tall, black-haired man in that group over there?" I point to Ric's group.

"There a few black-haired men in the group, ma. Which one?" The server asks.

She's right. "The one in the light blue shirt and black slacks. Thank you."