Lois's POV

We sat at the dining table and ate. The conversation was normal at first. Work stories from the construction sites. Someone’s joke about a guy who fell in the mud. I laughed in the right places and poured more wine when glasses got low. But inside I was burning. Every time one of them looked at me I imagined what their hands would feel like on my skin. I kept shifting in my chair because my pussy was getting wetter by the minute. I could feel it on my thighs.

Joe sat at the head of the table, relaxed and happy, completely unaware. He kept smiling at me...