Stolen sex

“Well… what do we do now?” I asked.

Evan’s plan was, “I guess we should take off his shirt and pants and put them in the dryer for a few…”

I looked at Evan quizzically, wondering what had gotten into him. Normally, he would have probably brought the dog in the house and left Ray to sleep off his drunk in the puddle, but before I had a chance to ask, Evan asked me to help him take off the wet clothes. I felt a little strange doing this, but obliged. At certain points during this effort I was unable to keep from touching Ray’s skin and where I had been completely un-aroused and annoyed by the task at first I now found myself thinking thoughts that a 34 year old woman shouldn’t be thinking about a 18 year old boy. Ray was not a small kid, so getting his pants off took some work. While I was on my hands and knees trying to roll him from one side to the other to work his pants from under him, Evan put his hand on my ass and slid it between my legs.

“You’re a sight,” he said. “My wife naked, on her hands and knees, trying to strip a 18 year old boy. And her pussy is getting moist too!” he added while licking his fingers.