“I think so,” I said hesitantly.

“Here do one for me,” she said.

I started to move up alongside of her.

“No, just reach around me and cut one so I can see that you are doing it right.”

I moved back behind her and reached around her, picking up an uncut wing in one hand and the kitchen shears in the other. As much as I tried to avoid it, my body pressed up against her back and I knew she could feel my hard cock pressing into the lower part of her back. As I cut the first chicken wing, my arms pressed her shoulders together and her sweater opened like an envelope allowing me a view into the dark cavern between them. A low groan escaped my lips.

“Are you feeling alright?” she asked, “I can feel your heart beating at ninety miles an hour.”

“I..I feel fine,” I stammered.

“You sure do,” she said softly, “Now let’s see how good you are with your hands. Cut another piece of chicken.”

The right side of my face was buried in her hair and I almost cut my finger off trying to snip the wing and look down her sweater at the same time. I felt her wiggle her back against my penis slightly and it responded by twitching back against her. I cut the wing and put the pieces in the piles she had started.

“Good work,” she said, “Do a few more before I leave you to yourself.”

I was almost out of my mind with desire. I tried to concentrate of the task but all I could think of was how good her hard little body felt against mine. I couldn’t resist leaning forward slightly pinning her against the sink with my body. My hips pressed forward and my hard cock pressed into her. She didn’t resist. Her head up towards me putting her full lips only a couple of inches from mine. Her mouth was open slightly and I could see her tongue snake out and wet them. I felt her breath go into my mouth as she spoke, “I like working in the kitchen with you. I think we could make magic in here.”

I saw her tongue come out again and lasciviously lick her full lips. They glistened and reminded me of her shiny hands on my shoulders a few minutes ago at the poker table.

“Are you enjoying your movie?” I asked her, my voice was raspy.

“Yes, it’s an old favorite of mine. I never get tired of watching it,” she said nonchalantly, “It gives me warm fuzzies inside.”

“I imagine so from what I saw of it,” I replied, “What’s the name of it?”

“Four Cocks and a Cunt,” she answered back without a pause, “Have you seen it?”

“No,” I stammered.

“Maybe later then,” she said, “If you’re a good boy.”

I didn’t know what to say. Was she leading me on? Was she teasing me? Did she want me to fuck her right there? She was good friends with my wife. I dared not do anything that might get back to Teezy.

“I think you have the idea now,” she said, “Let me out of here and I’ll get the fryer going.”

I reluctantly stepped back and she turned and walked over to the counter next to the sink. As she did, her hand went down to her side and brushed against my raging hard on for a brief second. I was sure it was deliberate.

She began to set up the deep fat fryer, humming to herself. I turned back to the wings and continued cutting them up. She plugged in the fryer and turned to look at me. I turned toward her and her eyes went down to my crotch again.

“Oh look. You’ve splashed water on your pants. Clumsy boy! Let me help you with that.”

I looked down and saw that I hadn’t splashed any water; it was all pre-cum that had leaked from my still erect penis. She grabbed a towel off the counter and knelt down in front of me. She began wiping at the wet spot with the towel. Each wipe stroked my penis and inflamed it even more. It began to bulge obscenely against my zipper. She stroked and wiped, finally putting the towel over my cock and grasping my shaft through the towel and my pants.

“What’s this? Are you some kind of pervert that gets excited playing with chicken wings? Teezy told me you were built like a racehorse, but she never told me about your infatuation with chicken parts. Kinky, but I like it,” she looked up at with a semi-serious face and then laughed.

“I’m sorry, Scott. I’m teasing you. I think it was looking down at my tits that got you hard, wasn’t it? Or was it the hug at the door? Or was it watching me finger my cunt in the den? Which little ‘Tammy Nasty’ got this guy so excited?” she said as she pulled the towel away, grasped my cock and lowered her mouth over the head of my cock, sucking on it through my pants. I reached down and grasped her head pulling it hard against my penis. I could feel her teeth gently scraping at the tip. I groaned and leaned against the counter trying to keep my knees from collapsing.

I almost came right there. The top of her red head against my crotch was a wet dream come true.

After a few seconds, she put her hands on my hips and pushed herself back. Kneeling in front of me, she looked up with a glazed look in her eyes. She licked her lips.

“Before this night is over, your hors d’oeuvres are going to be a ‘pussy sandwich’. And so are the other three guys in the other room. I’m going to have all four of you in my cunt, in my mouth and in my ass. I’m going to be wearing cum on my face. I’m going to have it running down between my breasts and dripping from my cunt. You guys are gonna fuck me like I’ve never been fucked before and then I’m going to give you, just you, a special dessert. Are you ready for all that?” she said with a throaty growl.

“Oh God, Yes,” I said, reaching down and pulling her to her feet. I pulled her up against me hard and pressed my lips to hers. Her tongue came out and explored the inside of my mouth. My hands went down to her ass and lifted her skirt. I cupped her naked ass cheeks and lifted her up against me. She pressed her breasts hard into my chest and I let my fingers slide down between her legs. Her cunt was sopping wet. I let my hand slide around in her cuntlips and across her clitoris. As my finger touched her clit, her hips lurched against mine. I let my middle finger slide up the crack of her ass and pushed it against her tight sphincter muscle. She responded by forcing her tongue deep into my mouth and crushing her lips against mine. She finally pulled back and put her mouth near my left ear.

“Put me down now. I have snacks to prepare. Go back to your game and wait with the other boys,” she said.

Reluctantly I let go of her tight little butt and set her back on the floor. She straightened her clothes and went to check on the fryer as if nothing had happened. I stood there with my pants bulging. My throbbing cock straining against the inside of my pants.

“Beat it,” she said and then laughed, “Well, don’t really do that. I want it in me later. Go back in the other room and try to find out how interested the other guys might be in taking me up on my offer. Go on. Don’t just stand there with that stupid look on your face. And, remember, you get a special treat later.”

My mind was spinning. A ‘special treat’? What might that be? Just putting my cock in her would be a special treat.

I stumbled toward the door to the den and went back to the poker table and sat down. The other guys were still so engrossed in the game, they didn’t even notice my erection.

All I could see was her head against my groin and the feel of her teeth scraping on my cock.