I've had another orgasm imagining all of this and I felt sort of guilty about it, so I thought I'd unburden myself here. Something tells me you won't judge me too harshly. :) I feel like such a bad girl

You are a bad girl, and you have me smiling big.

I am... a very bad girl... I can hear him saying that to me in my ear, in that deep husky voice.

I'm wearing Jeff's white button down shirt, a little drunk from being out earlier that night. The top few buttons are undone so that you can see the round fullness of my tits and the depth of my cleavage every time I lean down. The bottom of the shirt hangs to the middle of my thighs, just barely covering my ass as long as I don't bend over. And I have my panties on too, always the same black cotton string bikini ones I wore in high school. No pants, bare feet, my long brown hair in a tousled ponytail, a little damp at the nape of my neck from sweat. Of course, I've just been fucked. Jeff's still in bed watching the movie we'd popped into the VCR. I always do this, come down for a cigarette after we fuck, and if there's a bottle of wine open in the kitchen, I pour myself a glass. Jeff has the coolest parents. They never seem to care about that kind of stuff.

As I file down the last few stairs that lead into the living room, I glance at the sliding glass door to the back porch. Mike's sitting there at the patio table with his back to me, cigarette in hand, glass of red wine on the table. I can't help but smile when I notice that Katherine is nowhere to be found. I love when it's just him and me. I pour myself a generous glass of wine before slipping out back, startling Mike a bit, but he smiles when he sees that it's just me. "Mind if I join you?" I ask a bit breathlessly, already pulling out the seat next to him and making myself at home.

"Of course not, Joanna," he smiles and slides his pack of Marlboros across the table towards me, his eyes darting up and down my body almost too quickly for me to notice. Almost.