Gina arrives

My wife was right. I had taken a lot longer than I thought in the shower, and I was just finishing getting dressed when the doorbell rang.
"Can you get that, honey? " my wife called from the kitchen.
"Yea, okay," I replied as I finished doing up my trousers and made my way down the hall to the front door.

The sight that greeted me was incredible. I mean Gina looked hot at work, but wow. Somehow she'd managed to doll herself up even more in just the short amount of time she'd had since work. She'd obviously redone her makeup, perhaps adding a bit more mascara and eye-shadow, but the way her hair framed her face, and drew the eye down to her chest was the kicker. She had changed into a very tight form fitting dress with a deep neckline that almost went down to the bottom of her breasts. They were sitting perked up and her cleavage was on full display. It was a challenge to not stick my tongue between them then and there, but somehow I managed to avoid it and welcome her instead.

Gina followed me inside and I introduced her to my wife. They had met really briefly at work a couple of times since she'd started there, but we'd never done anything social together. My wife couldn't help but stare at Gina's breasts either, except I think she was even more obvious. At least, I hope I hadn't been that blatant. She looked like she was going to fall into them they way they had her attention, but Gina didn't seem to mind at all.
"Wow, you guys have a really nice house," Gina finally said, looking around, and snapping my wife's attention back.
"Thanks, it's not that nice really," I replied, "but we like it here."
"Would you like a tour?" my wife cut in, "I've got to just finish up cooking dinner, but why don't you show her around honey?"
"Sure, that'd be nice, Melanie."
"Okay, but before you go, here..." my wife grabbed a couple of glasses of wine, and passed them to Gina and I. "To a great evening," she said as she grabbed her own glass.
As we raised our glasses in reply, I couldn't help but notice Gina'swas a little larger than ours. My wife clearly hadn't changed her mind about me fucking Gina in front of her, and was getting started on our plan early.

"Come on, Gina. I'll show you around while Melanie finishes getting everything ready."
"Okay," Gina replied, smiling brightly, "lead on."
I took her on the full tour, showing her all the rooms, while deliberately standing in the doorways so she had to squeeze past me each time. As she did so her breasts would brush against my chest and the back of her hand against my crotch, but neither of us said anything. Eventually we got to the master bedroom and after looking in to the en-suite, Gina flopped down onto our bed, giggling and smiling at me. It seemed like she was a lightweight and the wine was already having an effect on her. She stared at my while lying on my bed until I asked, "what?"
"Oh... nothing... " Gina replied, getting up and walking toward me. As she passed she whispered into my ear, "I was just... visualising what you do in there... what the two of you do in there."

Wow... was this going to be easier than we thought? I wondered, as we made our way back to join Melanie, who now had dinner plated and ready.