Irene & Grant

When Holly opened the front door in response to the bell that evening, the first thing Irene said upon seeing her was, "I knew I should have worn a swimsuit."

"You are fine the way you are," Holly replied, referring to the short, simple lavender dress Irene was wearing. Holly accepted the potted plant that Grant had brought as a gift, and holding the terra cotta planter under one arm, she pointed to the guest bedroom with her other hand. Grant nodded in understanding and departed to strip down naked. As he left, he waved towards Matt who was approaching the entrance foyer.

"See?" Irene said when Matt stepped up close enough for her to reach down between his thighs. "Your husband isn't even hard. I knew this dress was a mistake." Almost as an afterthought, she added, "Good evening, Matt."

"G-good evening, I-Irene," he stammered as the saucy redhead continued to cup his balls.

"What can I do to help?" Irene asked, sliding her hand from under Matt's balls to grab hold of his now hard shaft.

"Not a thing," Holly replied, watching the way their guest was so brazenly feeling up Matt. "Everything is prepared. As soon as Grant is ready, we can sit down to eat."

Speaking of the devil, Grant walked out of the bedroom, naked as the day he was born. Seeing his wife casually stroking Matt's cock, he commented, "Wow, looks like you guys started the party without me."

"Oh, you men are like little boys," Holly kidded. She handed the potted plant back to Grant and took hold of his cock and balls, toying and playing with them, coaxing him into an erection. In a mocking, but good-natured voice she said, "How come Matt gets his pee-wee played with and I don't."

Irene laughed at that and released Matt's dick. "We'd probably better stop or the party will be over before we even have salad."

Holly agreed, and after the women had washed their hands in the kitchen sink, everyone sat down to eat. "You know," Holly said to Grant, "tomorrow you ought to stop by after work and help me plant that." She nodded towards the clay pot with the leafy plant sitting on a counter in the kitchen. "It's like pulling teeth to get Matt to help me out there."

The blonde was an avid gardener and loved digging around in the soil.

After the table was cleared away, and the dishwasher loaded up, the foursome strolled into the living room. As Matt took everyone's drink orders, Holly asked if they wanted to play some board games.

"Sure!" Irene answered, but she was already checking out the CD's. "Ooo!" she exclaimed, loading up one of the discs, "I love this song."

As the driving beat filled the room, Irene began gyrating wildly. Bent over from the waist, her hips tossing around frantically, her short skirt repeatedly flew up in the air, exposing her panties and bouncing backside to everyone's view.

Accepting the drink from her husband, Holly gestured towards Irene in a 'have-at-her' manner. Matt grinned, and shuffling to the beat, slid up behind her. Feeling Matt's erection nestling between her buns, she smiled back over her shoulder and backed up closer to him.

Holly, meanwhile, holding her drink in her right hand, wrapped her left arm around Grant's neck as they faced each other. At first his hard-on was pressed up against his belly, trapped between his and Holly's swaying bodies. But as the dancing continued, he bent his knees somewhat and Holly was able to lock her thighs around Grant's dick .

The two women smiled at each other, as each, in her own way, was rubbing off the other one's husband.

The drinks, thanks to Matt, continued to flow freely. At one point, when Holly accepted a fresh glass, she looked down at the juncture of her thighs. She giggled and announced to the room in general. "Grant's been leaking so much pre-, it looks like he has cum already."

Everyone chuckled in agreement, for Holly's inner thighs were, in fact, shiny and slick, glistening with Grant's emissions.

"Maybe you two should take a stroll in the garden to cool off," Matt suggested.

Irene waited until her husband and Matt's wife had departed before stepping up close to him. "Cool off my ass," she scoffed. Her slender fingers curled around Matt's cock. "You just wanted to get rid of them so that I could get you off."