Femme

I grin, "I thought you might say that. Reminds you of that night on our honeymoon, doesn't it?" You nod your head and smile. "Me too! And I think I have just the girl, someone I know from yoga who I've been flirting with." I see how you look at me, "Oh, nothing's happened between us yet, just some flirting. I think you'll really like her, she is so hot!" I can see it's got your mind whirling with possibilities. I can see that you're close to shooting your load all over my foot at this point, so I stop, "But, I want to make this very special, so no more sex or cumming until the big night, for either of us!" And with that I get off the bed, already quite turned on at what's to come next week, and walk to the bathroom to get cleaned up for the day. As I do, I tell you not to worry about a thing, I'll make all the arrangements.

The arrangements are made pretty easily, it seems that my friend, Belle, has been trying to work up the nerve to push things further than just flirting for a while now, and is thrilled when I ask her to come over to put on a show for you. I even tell her about the no sex or cumming until the big night, though she declines to participate in that. She does send me naughty texts and pics through the rest of the week, to make things especially difficult for me. She also makes a few suggestions to make the big night perfect, for which I eagerly comply. I don't share her pics with you, wanting to keep her looks a total surprise, and can tell the anticipation is building quite a lot for you, judging by the near constant tent in your pants.

Finally though, the big day arrives, and I put on the lingerie that Belle requested. A matching red bra, g-string and garter belt, satin, with black lace. Black fishnet stockings, and a pair of red stiletto heels. I apply my make up nice and heavy, as if I were getting ready for a Playboy photo shoot. Smokey eye shadow, heavy eyeliner and mascara, and my lips and nails a bright red that matches my lingerie. When I show you my outfit, turning in a slow circle, I hear you whimper. Perfect.

It feels like we're waiting for her forever, but in fact she's right on time. When the doorbell rings, we both go to the door, and I'm stunned at what I see, as are you. Standing on our doorstep is Belle. Long auburn hair, green eyes, 5'2", with an amazing hourglass figure, gravity defying D cup breasts and, proportionate to her height, long legs. But that's not what has me stunned, as I'm familiar with the petite beauty already. What stuns me is that she's wearing an outfit identical to my own, without even a coat on, and I can see the Uber driver pulling out of our driveway. It seems she's every bit as wild and adventurous as I'd hoped! She breaks us both out of our stunned silence, "So, going to invite me in, or do you want to put on a show for your neighbors as well?" She says in that sweet-as-honey voice of hers, a playful smirk on her face.

With that, you invite her in, so she steps inside and immediately pulls me in for a kiss. The kiss is soft, yet deep and passionate, the sweet taste of her mouth, and the feeling of her lingerie clad body against mine has me practically swooning. So caught up in the kiss, I don't even hear you close the door behind her, and to be honest, I forget you're even there until I hear you clear your throat. With that she and I both giggle, "I'm sorry! Where are my manners?" I say, trying to catch my breath, my face flushed, "Clyde, this is Belle, Belle, this is my husband, Clyde." You seem a bit unsure of what to do next, but she extends a hand and you take it, kissing it awkwardly, which makes her giggle. "That's so cute! But that's all you're going to get to kiss of me tonight!" A mischievous grin forms on her face, "You only get to watch, remember?"

And with that, I take a bit of initiative, and lead her into our living room, giving you a nice view of both of our asses as we walk in front of you. When we reach the living room, she pulls me in for another quick kiss, and starts dancing with me to the music we had on. Something real sexy from your record collection, though I can't remember the name of it. As we dance, I ask you to bring us some wine. To which you readily comply. By the time you return, we're both kissing again, as our bodies move to the music. When you hand us our wine glasses, I turn to you and say, "Go ahead baby, have a seat, and enjoy the show!" Then Belle and I each take a sip of wine and continue making out.

So you take a seat in one of our barkalounger chairs, taking in the sight before you. Your wife and her friend, clad in identical lingerie, dancing and kissing, our barely clad bodies pressed against each other. Our free hands on each other's asses, occasionally pausing the kissing to sip our wine. So far, this is, if anything, even better than that night on our honeymoon. By the time our glasses are empty, we're ready to kick things up a notch, and after setting down the wine glasses, we remove each other's bras, both of us turn to face you, and toss them over in your direction, giving you a wonderful view of both of our breasts, both about the same size, though hers look larger due to her smaller stature. Then we're back to dancing and kissing, our bare breasts pressed against each other, rubbing against each other, our hands exploring each other's bodies. I can't get enough of her. The feel of her soft, smooth skin, her scent, her taste. The moans we elicit from each other, the feel of her tongue in my mouth, and mine in hers. None of us are in a rush, not me, not her, and not you. We're all just enjoying the moment, letting it take us where it will.