I glanced over at my reflection as I approached the mirror, applied some lipstick and mascara from the dresser and began flicking through the dresses ...n the wardrobe. I fluttered when I saw a sexy black cocktail party mini dress that sparkled in the light. I ripped it off the hanger, slowly sliding the dress up my legs and over my ass.The dress clung to my body as I slid it up over my bum, feeling the tightness of the satin material stretch against my chest. The dress stuck to me as I pulled it. .we struck up a conversation that lasted about 20min..the whole time my pussy was dripping with desire. We exchanged numbers then i went on my way.Later that night i called him..asking him to join me for a movie. Needless to say I just wanted to fuck him. So when he showed up with wine in his hand, we chatted for a while, then began to watch the movie. I had a difficult time keeping my eyes off of him..I wondered what was in his jeans. I longed to taste him, ride his face, and feel his dick. I gasped and grabbed his hips pulling him tight against me, feeling his erection pressing into my stomach. His hands moved down to the button up top I was wearing and started to slowly undo the buttons. He followed his fingers with his tongue, tracing his way down my cleavage. After three of the seven buttons were undone, he eventually got bored and grabbed at the top of the shirt, yanked hard and pulled the torn shirt away from my body. I gasped then chuckled at this, as I knew suddenly the. It got to me. We smiled at each other, our gazes locked and we smouldered.It was just same when we got home. All the time we were looking at each other, taking every opportunity to move close together and touching each other's hand or arm or back. Every time I moved when Richard was not in the room or was looking away I could feel Peter's gaze on me. I felt it on my boobs, my bottom and my crutch in the tight jeans.Sara, my daughter, came home around three and she and Peter went to her or his.