The Makeup Dinner

To make up for the dinner that he missed, Rafe had a dinner party at their apartment and invited some intimate friends over for it. Eliza liked intimate dinner parties, and having her husband take care of everything was nice.

She just had to attend, and dress up.

In their room right before the guests came, Rafe cornered her in her bra and garter belt. He reached intimately for her, running his hands over her trimmed pubic hair which was damp at her entrance and he slipped his finger easily into her as she braced herself. Holding onto the dresser, she moved against his hand like putty and he made her come so hard she gritted her teeth.

“More later…” he promised, and smacked her bare bottom.

“Eliza, you are glowing,” Cleo commented later, and Eliza felt her cheeks heat up. She smiled, as she continued to wonder about Cleo. Things that Cleo observed about her, made her wonder if she was a frenemy.

“Thank you,” Eliza smiled and swirled her Cabernet Franc in her glass, before taking a sip to savor the delicious liquid. “You look lovely as well.”

Cleo grinned, and clinked her glass with Eliza’s. 

Oscar walked over with his glass, and as Eliza poured more for him intuitively, she noticed Cleo looking at him—really looking at him. She realized that Cleo liked him. She wondered how Oscar felt about Cleo—he did walk over to the two of them.

“Thank you,” he said and clinked glasses with both ladies. Cleo beamed. 

“Cheers!” she declared giving him a full mouth smile that displayed all of her pearly whites.

Later in the evening, Eliza saw the two of them talking together in an alcove of the apartment. The heat of Rafe’s body stirred her as a distraction from that scene, as he kissed her neck and a flashback of their interlude before the party came back to her and she felt a phantom orgasm remembering her pleasure. 

He was going to give her more later, and she wanted it. Three and a half glasses of wine in and their daughter with Jeanne, Eliza was ready for a night of love. She wondered if Oscar was too as he moved closer to Cleo.

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