Irene

When the doorbell rang, Holly said that she would get it while making a downward waving motion towards Matt. Bending forward from the waist, he shoved the loose fitting cargo shorts down past his knees and stepped out of them. He had sincerely thought that his wife would have backed out by now.

"Holly!" He heard Irene exclaiming as she stepped inside the front door. "That suit is so cute! Isn't it cute, Grant?"

Her husband grunted a reply, unable to speak from the shock of what their hostess was wearing.

"And I just love that color," the red-headed Irene continued prattling on about Holly's attire. Irene's curly hair hung down to her shoulders, most of it shoved over to one side. It looked unkempt, like it needed a good brushing, but Matt figured she had paid good money to a stylist for it to appear that way.

Irene handed Holly a white box tied up with red and white striped string, obviously some sort of pastry. She lifted her other hand, holding a white plastic bag like the supermarkets put groceries in. "Where can I put on my suit?"

Holly put her hand on Irene's elbow, steering her towards the master bedroom. Nodding her head towards another door, she told Grant, "You can undress in the guest bedroom. Just lay your clothes across the bed."

It was as the two wives were passing through the kitchen that Irene saw Matt. "Wellll," she drew out the word, changing course and approaching Holly's husband. "Don't you look nice?"

Her words were meant for Matt's ears, but her eyes were rivetted on his private parts. Although they were not so private at the moment. Seeing the intense concentration on her face as she studied his genitals cause him to begin to get an erection. "Oh, don't bother to get up," Irene held her hand palm outward as she spoke directly to the slowly rising male organ. "I am just passing through."

The two women giggled and continued their journey towards the bedroom. Holly briefly stepped into the kitchen to deposit the box inside the refrigerator.

Matt grabbed a seat on the couch to await the wives' return and was soon joined by Grant. The naked twenty-eight year old awkwardly held his hands over his crotch. In a low voice, almost a whisper, he complained to Matt, "I thought you said that Holly would back out once we men showed up."

Matt could only shrug, simply saying, "I was wrong."

The bedroom door opened and the two women emerged. "Ah, good," Holly said to Grant, "You have joined us."

"Grant, honey," Irene said, "Don't sit like that with your hands in your lap. Just relax like Matt is doing."

Now it was Matt's turn to stare at Irene. The little imp was wearing a sling, or slingshot, bikini. Like Holly's suit, the garment made her look more exposed than if she had actually been naked. Her pussy was not even fully covered, just the slit between her lips. Seeing him looking up at her, Irene smiled and turned her back to him. Looking back over her shoulder, she asked, "Do you think this suit makes my bottom look too big?"

The back of her suit was basically just a string running up between the cheeks of her ample ass. She shook it at him a couple of times, chuckling at the confused expression on his face. The young woman did have a big bottom, and smallish breasts. But on her, the combination worked. She took a seat in an overstuffed armchair, choosing it as it afforded her an unobstructed view of Matt's now throbbing cock.

He made no attempt to conceal it. Indeed, Matt spread his legs further apart, letting Irene see his hairy nut sack as well as his rigid pole of cock-meat.

The doorbell rang again and everyone turned to look at it. Or rather, the men did. The women were too busy studying the hard-on of each other's husband. Holly was doing it by standing behind the couch, looking over Grant's shoulder and down into his lap.

When the bell rang the second time, Holly snapped out of her dream-like state and went to answer the door. Grant pivotted his neck to watch the undulating movements of her full globes. Like his own wife's suit, the back of the swim wear was just a string around her waist with another string nestled between those wide buttocks.