The husband, wife and me

Chapter 1

Louisa
I slide my hands under the covers. I feel my naked breasts and the silky sheets against my skin. The juice from my pussy coats my fingers. I moan. Right now I probably need a big hand yanking my panties down and finger fucking me til I beg for it to stop. Or maybe I need soft lips licking me til my legs shake and I scream. Or maybe I just need both. The image hits me and my pussy clenches. Dark blonde hair, a chiseled jaw, defined muscles and blue eyes that make me want to bend over and say fuck me so deep that it hurts.
Long Raven hair, soulful dark eyes and soft plump lips that makes me wonder what her pussy lips look like. How I want her to make me eat her out, I want to hear her scream with ecstasy.
No... No. I can't think about them. They pay me, I work for them. Mr and Mrs. Rollins can't know that I want them.

My legs are shaking. If I cum thinking about them, I won't be able to stop myself from grabbing Mrs. Rollins's hand tomorrow and making her feel just how much I want her. Or I might even take off my panties and show Mr. Rollins how tight I could be around him. I could show him how good I am at sucking dick.

I groan in frustration. One more icy shower and I might catch a cold. I need to get fucked stat.
Pulling myself from my bed, I head to my closet. I'll hit a bar and find someone to get them outtta my mind.
Mr. and Mrs. Rollins were so kind to make me stay here, I know it might look bad to be sneaking out at 11:00pm but I have to do it.

Picking out the shortest black dress I own, and the highest boots that give off the stripper vibe, I begin to apply my makeup. My almond colored eyes are enhanced by some dark eyeshadow, my full lips are stained red, and my shoulder length brown hair is flat ironed.

I slip into my clothes and my shoes. I go to my nightstand and pick up some condoms. Once or twice won't do it for me. I need to be fucked til I'm sore to forget. And somehow deep down I feel like I won't. I don't usually do one night stands, but it is what it is.

I'm not wearing a bra just a pair of barely there panties. I need the guy or girl to have easy access. I'm not in the mood to talk or be talked to. I need someone who doesn't need to exchange names.

I feel my wetness rubbing on the inside of my panties as I exit my room. I lock the door quietly looking back and forth over the silent corridor.
I tiptoe as best as I can in these shoes. I approach the stairs and begin descending them. The Rollins' should be asleep by now. They had a long day.

I reach the bottom of the winding stair case attached to the foyer. I make my way towards the door and stop short when I hear a throat being cleared.

I spin around. Mr. Rollins stands with a glass of scotch in his hand. His hair is pulled back from his handsome face. His tie hangs loosely around his neck and a few buttons are popped revealing a strong tan chest.

I try not to look at his package but I can't. My eyes involuntarily wander downwards.
"Are you going somewhere?"
I startle. I was too busy daydreaming about him holding me against the door and fucking me.
I smile and tuck some stray strands of hair behind my ear.
"I'm going to Commotion, the club not far from here."
He raises his eyebrows.
"You need to dance that badly?"

I shake my head.
"No sir. I'm not going to dance."
He cocks his head to the side.
He peruses my outfit. He takes no shame in staring at my legs or at my nipples that are hardening against the material.
"So... You're going to get fucked."
His husky words make me more wet and more frustrated.

I hear footsteps coming down the stairs and I look up to see Mrs. Rollins in a black silky robe that barely covers her thighs.
I gulp. This is going to be harder than I thought.
"Hey Louisa. Going somewhere I see." she smiles brightly looking me up and down.
She walks behind her husband and grabs his ass.