Just A Little Slutty
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To set the scene: I love looking at daringly dressed women and I love when my wife Paula will do it for me. The more daring the better. This is really one of my prurient interests I guess you could say. I can't count the number of times I've pressed Paula to wear something sexy when we are going out or to "Lose her undies" while we are out. Most of the time she'll gently turn me down, or tease me but not deliver, but sometimes when she is feeling sexy she'll go for it. It virtually guarantees a night of hot sex later and perhaps this "cause and effect" is what prompts me to persist in asking for it. But probably not, since there is just something so erotic about holding your wife in your arms and feeling nothing under her thin clothes.
It works for her too. Feeling her unrestrained breasts sway under her top, feeling her nipples hardening and becoming clearly visible to any roving eye excites her. Feeling the cool air against her well-shaved and bare pussy under a skirt stokes her fires, ensuring some very heated lovemaking later. Sometimes not even later, as we grab and grope each other in the car.
Which brings us to this story. I don't even remember exactly the affair: a party or get-together of some kind at a co-workers house. A bunch of friends and acquaintances, people we work with, their spouses, friends of friends; you know how these things are. Lots of munchies and lots of booze.
Paula and I were chatting with two or three other couples that included our hosts: Bob and Vicky. I'd worked closely with Bob many years ago and while he had changed to a different department we still kept in contact. The fact that they lived nearby made it easier. They had k**s about the same age as ours who went to the same high school so as could be expected, the conversation drifted to the trials and tribulations of raising teenagers today.
Their daughter Chelsea had grown into a beauty, and it seemed she was starting to realize that her looks were getting a lot of attention from the boys. Her clothes were becoming tighter and briefer all the time and Vicky was having nothing to do with it, at least she wasn't going to permit Chelsea to "dress to impress" as they say.
"You should have seen the outfit she had on last Friday night." Vicky lamented. "Skirt up to here, top cut down to there, I made her go change. She rolled her eyes and complained that all the girls wore this, but I would have none of it."
"The only woman walking out of this house dressed like a slut is ME!" She added, smiling at Bob.
This elicited a number of laughs and guffaws from the assembled group as we could all relate to the challenge of teenage daughters, but this really struck a chord with me and my twisted mind.
"Vicky, Bob, you are great. I love it." I told them, and I meant it. In fact, I couldn't hardly focus on anything else for the next hour or more at the party. Don't ask me who I spoke to or what was discussed, because the only thing on my dirty mind was what Vicky said. Mental pictures of her scantily dressed form drifted across my mind's eye.
I have no doubt the beers I drank influenced me but later as things wound down and we prepared to leave I spoke to Bob & Vicky on the side:
"The next time you play dress-up, let me know. I'll meet you and buy you each a drink."
Thankfully, this elicited smiles and chuckles and it wasn't taken too seriously, especially by Bob I guess since I didn't want to appear to be coming on to his wife.
"That was awfully forward of you, don't you think?" Paula grilled me as we drove home.
"Yeah, I really shouldn't have said that. It's just, well, you know how I am about this sort of thing, and she just put it out there."
"I don't think she put it out there for you."
"Well, I'm not going to feel guilty about saying it, she put it out there and I replied. It's not like I came up to her out of the blue and said, Hey Vicky, how about dressing like a slut for me, or anything."
"Do you have the hots for her or something?"
"No, like I said, I do have a thing about women, especially you, dressing sexily and she said what she said, so I . . . "
And it's true that I don't have the hots for Vicky. She's average in just about every way as far as I could tell. Average looks, average weight, average build. I could imagine that she could turn a few heads if she dressed up, but I couldn't really tell at the moment. I had never seen her dressed up or in a bikini or anything. I even had a hard time trying to picture her dressed slutily, not that I didn't try like crazy. At any rate, we went home and while I was worried that Paula would be pissed off, she seemed ok and even fucked me good that night.
About two weeks later, Friday night about 9pm: I just got out of the shower and Paula was about to jump in. We hadn't made any big plans so we were going to try the local pub for a drink or two. Now that the k**s were teenagers they had their own plans and we didn't need to worry about babysitters. The phone rang unexpectedly. I didn't immediately recognize the number and almost didn't answer it.
"Hello?" I grumbled.
"Sean, you're home? Good." It's Bob, slurring his words.
"Yeah, I'm home. What's up Bob?" I'm caught off guard here, not expecting this call.
"Well, you remember what you said at the house the other day, about when Vicky dresses up?"
I'm totally floored. Paula is standing in the bathroom doorway looking at me with a questioning expression on her face.
"Oh, yeah, I remember. Hope you're not pissed."
"No, no, nothing like that. We both thought it was funny, and well, you know, thought it was cool." Bob is obviously drunk.
"So what are you guys up to?" I'm not sure where this is going.
"We're at RJ's over in Portside" The music blasting in the background.
"Sounds like you are having fun."
"Yeah, it's great, two-fers until midnight. We were wondering if you guys wanted to come out."
"Uhhh, let me ask Paula"
"Well, you said if Vicky dressed up, you'd want to see it."
"Right. No shit? She's dressed up?"
"Yeah man, and SHE suggested that I call you."
"Wow. Hold on a minute."
Holding the phone I turned to Paula. "It's Bob, he and Vicky are over at RJ's and they want to know if we wanted to come out."
"Now?"
"Yeah, I guess she's dressed up sexy and I said that stuff the other day and now, well I guess I owe them a drink."
Paula narrowed her eyes and gave me a rather cross expression. "Do you want to go?"
"Well, we were going to have a drink anyway, and RJ's as good a place as any. I did say the thing about her dressed up, and now they've called. Yeah, I'd like to go."
"You just want to see how she's dressed."
"Well, duh. Hey, we won't go if it bothers you. Or we'll have one drink and bug out."
"OK, let me get into the shower." and she closed the door.
I got back to the phone. "Bob, Paula's cool about it, we'll be there as soon as she gets ready."
"Excellent, see you then." and he hung up.
I tried vainly to occupy myself downstairs as I waited for Paula in the shower. My mind kept racing about what Vicky could be wearing and how she might show off. While I mentioned that Paula will sometimes dress sexily for me, we hadn't discussed that for this evening. I did notice that she took a long time in the shower, so I hoped she was wearing out a razor or two.
When the shower finally stopped running, I went up with a beer for each of us.
"Liquid courage?" Paula asked.
"Hey, if we are only staying for one, we can have an extra one now. What do you need courage for?"
"Deciding what to wear, or perhaps, what NOT to wear."
"OOOOOH! Will this be one of THOSE nights?" I break into a giant smile and my libido shifts into overdrive.
"I haven't decided. I should be pissed that you are going out to see how another woman is dressed."
"Don't be like that. You know I only have eyes for you."
"Bullshit. I've watched your eyes. If I wasn't around they'd be out of your head."
"OK, guilty. But I only have everything else for you."
"Better keep it that way. So, I'm thinking the polka-dot dress or the jean skirt."
"Fine selections both. Since it's pretty warm tonight and RJ's is very casual, I vote jean skirt. You get an bonus points if you wear the French-print top"
And truly, both are fun dress-up outfits. Paula shortened the polka-dot dress to just above the knee which isn't short, but it has criss-cross straps across the back that prohibit wearing a bra. Feeling her under it as I hug her is wonderful. The jean skirt is much shorter, so that is a plus. The top I suggested is snug and thin and presented more 'options' you may say if I could talk Paula into them later.
Paula gave me a sideways look. "So, you like that top do you?"
"Yeah, it goes well." I replied in a offhand manner.
"Hmmm." Was all she said, and began to dress.
I sat on the chair in our bedroom watching her dress. I love doing this, it's like advance foreplay. I was happy to see she had a black thong on when she came out of the bath. Even just wearing a thong can tend to arouse her, but now I couldn't tell if she had shaved her pussy into a landing strip like I love. She chose a peach colored wonderbra that didn't show too badly through the top but allowed some very generous cleavage to press against the scoop of the top's neckline. Donning a pair of her highest wedge sandals, we were ready.
"You look great." I told her genuinely as I gave her a hot kiss and hug. And she did, too. Something about high shoes, short skirt and wonderbra just made her look like a wet-dream come true. The only way this could be better would be if she lost the bra and thong, and I was weighing my odds of her doing just that before the night was through. She returned the kiss passionately and I felt my odds improve, along with the pressure in my crotch.
Since I was driving, I didn't want a beer in my hand, but that didn't prohibit me from getting another one for Paula. Again she gave me a sideways glance.
"Trying to get me drunk?" She queried.
"With two beers? You're not that much of a lightweight." But in all honesty, she was a lot easier to manipulate with a little alcohol in her. She knows this, which is why she questioned me, but she didn't resist.
As expected, RJ's parking lot was packed and the bar pretty much two-deep everywhere. I spotted Bob & Vicky on the far side and Paula and I worked our way over to them. They must have arrived before the crush of people because they had two seats right at the bar.
"Hey guys, good to see you again." I greeted them, shaking Bob's hand and moving to give Vicky a kiss on the cheek. She turned her head at the last minute and my kiss ended up on her lips. Nice. Super-fast, but nice. I wasn't sure if I should think anything about it. Paula gave Bob a quick smooch on the cheek and the girls did the 'brush cheeks together as you kiss the air' thing.
There was just barely enough room next to them for us to stand. The music was really too loud considering that there was no dance floor. We had to lean in to talk. I took the opportunity to look Vicky over. She had on the classic 'Little Black Dress' with the 'Little' emphasized. Thin, not quite spaghetti straps over her shoulders, the back was open and the top barely contained her breasts. Seeing her this way reinforced how conservatively she normally dressed and how well she usually hid what was now obviously a pretty hefty rack. The open back ruled out any bra and from what I could tell there were no cups sewn into the dress as it conformed to her breasts precisely.
"You look great. Dressing up really suits you." I told Vicky.
"Thanks, what do you think of the rest?" As she stood, revealing more.
Her heels must have been 5". I think she stood taller than Bob. The dress stopped at mid-thigh. Very nice.
"Even better than I imagined." I told her. "I owe you both a drink and thanks for inviting us out."
"Yes, thanks." Paula added. "You look really good."
"You look pretty good yourself there Paula." Bob remarked.
"Well, thanks. I try."
Vicky was drinking mohitos and Bob scotch on the rocks. I understood why their bar bills were always so high. Paula and I stayed with beer and I made a note to limit my intake. I had a feeling I was going to be the designated driver.
"So, you must have turned quite a few heads coming in here." I mentioned to them both.
Vicky just smiled, but Bob replied, "Yeah, it's so funny to watch. The guys try to be discrete, especially if they are with a chick and most of the chicks have daggers in their eyes."
"Vicky's dress isn't out of control, just a little racy I think" I added.
"This isn't her craziest outfit, I think the one with the bikini top and daisy dukes is racier, but it would be a little much for this bar tonight."
"OOOH. I really have a thing for daisy dukes." I confessed.
"Yeah, the top is way too small and her tits always keep popping out. It's a hoot."
I looked over at Vicky to see if she had any reaction. She heard everything, but just smiled.
The fresh drinks arrived and we shared a toast, "To hot wives who keep their husbands drooling."
We chitchatted for a few minutes. The downside about beer is that it keeps you running to the bathroom, so after of few minutes, Paula excused herself to go. Vicky went along in typical female fashion.
"It looks like Paula dressed up nice too." Bob complimented.
"Yeah, it's something. Not as hot as Vicky's. I try to get her to be adventurous and she'll play along sometimes."
"Well, now that you're here, I think Vicky is wishing she wore the daisy duke outfit."
"Why, what do you mean?"
"I can tell when she's in the mood to flash or really show off and right now I think she wants to."
"That'd be cool with me."
Soon the girls were out of the bathroom, working their way back to us through the crowd. We watched as every male they passed looked them up and down. They had small smiles on their faces as they realized that for the moment they were the center of attention.
As they neared us I noticed that Paula's breasts were no longer spilling over the scoop of her neckline, artificially pressed by her wonderbra. Instead, they swayed and jiggled under her thin top, her nipples now pronounced. She had obviously ditched her bra, sweet! The print of the top disguised the darkness of her aureole, but there was a shadow if you knew where to look. Her lack of underwear was pronounced.
"You look fantastic, thank you." I told Paula as I kissed her.
"I'm a little nervous, this top is too thin."
"You look great. Don't worry."
"What do you think, Hon?" Vicky questioned Bob as she gently grasped Paula's shoulder and turned her towards him.
"Vast improvement. Wonderbras are nice and all, but nothing beats the real thing."
Paula blushed and didn't know where to look, she ended up looking at me.
We had another round. Vicky kept playing with her shoulder straps. Each time she pulled them, the material would move around and her breasts would threaten to spill out of the sides of the small dress. I thought about what Bob said about her wanting to flash but the dress clung too tightly to accidentally slide off. She and Bob kissed a few times.
I took the opportunity to kiss Paula and spoke into her ear:
"Who's idea was it for you to lose the bra?"
"Well, Vicky said how much she enjoys going without, and I know how much you like it"
"Is this a little competition between you two?"
"No, but I can't have you drooling over her all night."
"Nobody's drooling. You know I only want you."
"That's what you say, but I see how you are looking at her."
"You can be certain I'll be looking at you." And I gave her another kiss that she returned fully.
I decided to take the opportunity to turn up the heat a little more.
"Do me a little favor?"
"What?"
"Tug your nipples until they are totally at attention."
"Here? At the bar?"
"Yes. I'd do it myself but it would be too obvious, however you can do it discretely without drawing undue attention."
She gave me her patented sideways look, then scanning to bar to see if anyone was watching too closely and turning towards me she pinched and pulled both of her nipples. It turned me on no end and I could tell it turned her on too. Her nipples stood out plainly from the thin top.
"It's getting too hot in here." Paula whimpered.
"From the looks of you, I'd have thought you were cold." Vicky teased, apparently watching. Paula blushed.
I don't know for sure if Vicky had undid something or if it was truly an accident, but at that moment her top opened and both of her large breasts popped out.
"Whoops!" She exclaimed as she gathered up the dress material and reattached her straps.
Bob gave me a knowing look. My suspicions that our fellow bar patrons were keeping an eye on things were confirmed when several men across from us began applauding. Now it was Vicky's turn to blush.
"It would seem that everyone agrees they are too nice to keep under wraps." I complimented.
"Well, thanks, but I think right now I better keep them wrapped." Vicky replied.
Shortly after we arrived Bob surrendered his bar stool to Paula, so the women were both seated and we stood next to them. As Vicky worked to reattach her shoulder straps, the hem of her dress rode higher and higher. She had nice legs. She kept them crossed and together but more of more of her thighs were becoming exposed.
As she finally got her top together I teased her: "Better watch the bottom of your dress now before we all see your panties."
Both she and Bob looked at each other and chuckled.
"That won't be problem, will it honey." Bob questioned.
"No, no problem at all." Vicky replied.
And with that she pulled the side of the dress up almost to her rib cage, revealing that she wasn't wearing panties. Because of the way she kept her legs crossed, you couldn't see between them, but it was very erotic to see, and very daring for her to do it at the bar.
More applause from across the bar. We were definitely under surveillance. I noticed that the bartender who was handling our end of the bar was keeping an eye on things. I hoped he was cool.
"Wow. Now I am totally distracted." I mentioned.
Some of the patrons on either side of us now seemed to be taking notice.
I pulled Paula to me and gave her another kiss. Either the heated situation or the beer must have influenced us, because the kiss was probably hotter than was appropriate at a bar.
"Did you lose your panties too?" I asked.
"No. Should I have?" She had a sly look on her face.
"Well, of course." I teased.
"Oh, now that Vicky is commando, I should be too?"
"No, you should be because that's the way I like you."
"You're fresh."
"That's the way you like me."
"True. Do you want me to lose them"
"You know I do."
"Next time I go to the bathroom."
"I have to wait that long?"
"You want me to take them off, right here and now?"
"That could be interesting."
And in a sequence probably forever etched in my memory, I watched as Paula looked left and right to see if she was being watched, then carefully reached under her skirt and slowly pulled her thong down to her ankles. She daintily stepped out of them and handed them to me. I stood dumbfounded as I put them into my pocket, noting how warm they felt and wondering if they were moist too. The pressure in the front of my jeans was becoming uncomfortable.
"Thank you." As I kissed her again.
"Bravo!" Vicky commented. Paula blushed again.
We had another round. I made a note that this had to be my last. Bob was swaying on his feet and both he and Vicky were really slurring their words.
If the kisses that Paula and I shared were a little too hot for the bar, what Bob and Vicky were now sharing was positively obscene. Vicky was turned on her stool facing Bob, he was between her spread legs and they were locked in a tongue-lashing embrace. Vicky's dress had ridden all the way to her waist and I suspected that if they weren't careful when they parted everyone would have a look at her bare pussy. Needless to say, I watched closely as did a number of other patrons most likely.
By luck or by practice she didn't flash as they disengaged, her dress just barely covering things as they parted but it was close. An awful lot of thigh was on display. The both looked out of breath.
"We should call it a night." I observed. I really couldn't wait to get Paula home and get my tongue between her legs.
"Awww, it's not even midnight." Bob complained.
"You guys are getting me too hot and bothered. I can't wait to get Paula home." I countered. Paula gave me a gentle punch in the shoulder.
"Fresh. What makes you think you are going to have any fun at home?" She asked with a phony haughty look on her face.
"After tonight's teasing, I'm having fun if I have to take it by force." I announced.
"OOOH, what a brute! Can we watch?" Vicky chimed in. I thought she was going to fall off her stool.
This was another of my many twisted fantasies - sex in front of another couple and maybe more, but to date it had remained just a fantasy. In fact, one I hadn't properly even shared with Paula, let alone proposed.
Looking intently at Paula I asked, "What do you think honey, shall we invite them over to watch as I ravish you?"
Paula had the 'Deer in the headlights look'. On the one hand, I know she was aroused, in fact I would bet a bunch that if I put a finger in her she would be drenched, but on the other hand this was really something well beyond our comfort zone.
"I, I, uh, I don't know about that." Paula stammered.
"Ha, just k**ding silly." Vicky stood and wrapped her arms around Paula, probably partly to avoid falling down. "We're just teasing you." as she kissed Paula's cheek.
But in reality, I wondered if they were just teasing or were making a proposal that they could then easily retreat from. The old saying is "Many a truth is told in jest' and this might be one of them.
"Well, despite your exciting offer, I guess we must decline tonight." I added with mock sadness. "We must be off. Are you guys OK to drive?"
"Well, if you're offering, we'd love a ride. We can drive back tomorrow and pick up the car." Bob slurred.
"Sure, no problem."
Thankfully, Bob had been paying for his drinks as they arrived, so there was no giant tab waiting to pay. We dropped a few more bucks on the bar for a tip and the four of us headed out. I thought I heard a couple more cat-calls as Vicky passed near the front of the bar.
"I think they really liked you." I mentioned to her. Vicky just laughed.
"What's not to like?" Bob added.
Paula and I rode in front and Vicky and Bob in the back seat.
"Oh, the back seat, just like high school." Vicky teased.
The drive from RJ's to their house is only maybe 15 minutes, but I don't think we were on the road more than two when I heard Vicky moan softly. It was dark and the angle was bad, but I could see that her dress was pulled up to her waist and Bob had his hand between her legs as he kissed her deeply. Paula glanced back a couple of times, but didn't want to be obvious. Not a word was spoken. It was erotic, and hot - but awkward at the same time. The other couple was obviously so drunk and horny they couldn't keep their hands off each other, no matter what the circumstances were.
Paula and I looked at each other, incredulous of what was taking place three feet behind us. We had never experienced this, so we didn't know what to do or what to say, so we said nothing. I held her hand.
A few minutes later I heard them change places. Bob was now laying back across the width of the back seat and Vicky seemed to be kneeling on the floor. In the passing streetlights they were illuminated enough to see that Vicky was sucking Bob's cock. Again, Paula stole a few glances back. She looked at me to try to determine if I saw what was going on. I nodded my head. I placed my hand on the back of her head as if to guide her to my crotch, but she pulled back sharply and shook her head. To this day I don't know if I really wanted her to suck me at the same time that Vicky was sucking Bob, but it was fun to pretend.
"Ohhhh, so good baby." Bob complimented Vicky quietly, but we heard.
We were getting close to their house and in an effort to avoid possibly an awkward moment I warned them, "Almost home."
I heard a rustling of position changes and the unmistakable sound of a zipper being zipped as they organized themselves. At least they were sober enough to get straightened out.
We pulled up into their driveway. Bob asked us if we wanted to come in for another quick drink. We thanked them but declined.
I hadn't even backed all the way out of their driveway when Paula challenged me, "So, you wanted me to suck you while she sucked him?"
"Just teasing, babe."
"I'm sure."
But with that, she promptly unzipped my fly, pulled my stiff member out and began sucking me. It was really hot and to me there are very few things more exciting than having your woman want you so badly that she will take charge and suck you as you drive. The only downside is it's hard to concentrate on the road and the blowjob at the same time. From there it's only about a mile to our house so with the distractions, I didn't get to cum.
When we go home we made a beeline for our bedroom, locking the door behind us. There were no preliminaries, I almost ripped Paula's top pulling it off her as I mauled her breasts. She had her hands on my cock as she worked to open my jeans again. I pushed her back and lifted her jean skirt, driving my tongue into her sopping pussy. She had shaved her yummy pussy into a landing strip, bless her. As I had suspected, she was wet, wet, wet and tasted sooooo good. Her moans became more insistent and as much as I love making her orgasm, I didn't want her to cum yet. I wanted to drive my cock into her.
I stood and pulled my clothes off in record time. My cock was so hard, it was aching. Usually I like to have her suck me for a minute or two to make me wet before I fuck her, but tonight neither of us could wait.
Paula laid back, her jean skirt in a bunch around her waist, her legs spread invitingly, her soaking, shaved pussy open.
I laid above her, teasing my cock up and down her slit, easing it in just an inch before running it again up and down. Paula whimpered and tried to push herself onto me - she tried to fuck up onto my cock.
Normally I love nothing more than long, relaxed, teasing sex. Changing positions, bringing each of us close to orgasm and delaying it. Tonight would not be that kind of a night. We were both way too cranked up for that.
"Say the magic words." I commanded.
"Fuck me, oh fuck me, fuck me!" She responded.
And I did, halfway in, three quarters in as she gasped and finally I jammed it in balls deep, the tip bumping her cervix.
Paula's orgasm hit her like a freight train, her incoherent moans and spasms shaking us both as I pounded her. I knew I wouldn't last a minute as cranked up as I was, but I also knew she would go off like a firecracker as soon as I pounded it in. Ten strokes into her orgasm I let loose with a gallon of sperm into her. It felt like my toes were curling. I can't adequately describe the feeling of being that aroused, of being with your wife who is equally aroused and to fuck so completely.
We laid together for a few minutes, catching our breath, holding each other.
"Holy shit that was good." I said.
"Sean, you are soooo good."
"We are so good together." And we are.
It works for her too. Feeling her unrestrained breasts sway under her top, feeling her nipples hardening and becoming clearly visible to any roving eye excites her. Feeling the cool air against her well-shaved and bare pussy under a skirt stokes her fires, ensuring some very heated lovemaking later. Sometimes not even later, as we grab and grope each other in the car.
Which brings us to this story. I don't even remember exactly the affair: a party or get-together of some kind at a co-workers house. A bunch of friends and acquaintances, people we work with, their spouses, friends of friends; you know how these things are. Lots of munchies and lots of booze.
Paula and I were chatting with two or three other couples that included our hosts: Bob and Vicky. I'd worked closely with Bob many years ago and while he had changed to a different department we still kept in contact. The fact that they lived nearby made it easier. They had k**s about the same age as ours who went to the same high school so as could be expected, the conversation drifted to the trials and tribulations of raising teenagers today.
Their daughter Chelsea had grown into a beauty, and it seemed she was starting to realize that her looks were getting a lot of attention from the boys. Her clothes were becoming tighter and briefer all the time and Vicky was having nothing to do with it, at least she wasn't going to permit Chelsea to "dress to impress" as they say.
"You should have seen the outfit she had on last Friday night." Vicky lamented. "Skirt up to here, top cut down to there, I made her go change. She rolled her eyes and complained that all the girls wore this, but I would have none of it."
"The only woman walking out of this house dressed like a slut is ME!" She added, smiling at Bob.
This elicited a number of laughs and guffaws from the assembled group as we could all relate to the challenge of teenage daughters, but this really struck a chord with me and my twisted mind.
"Vicky, Bob, you are great. I love it." I told them, and I meant it. In fact, I couldn't hardly focus on anything else for the next hour or more at the party. Don't ask me who I spoke to or what was discussed, because the only thing on my dirty mind was what Vicky said. Mental pictures of her scantily dressed form drifted across my mind's eye.
I have no doubt the beers I drank influenced me but later as things wound down and we prepared to leave I spoke to Bob & Vicky on the side:
"The next time you play dress-up, let me know. I'll meet you and buy you each a drink."
Thankfully, this elicited smiles and chuckles and it wasn't taken too seriously, especially by Bob I guess since I didn't want to appear to be coming on to his wife.
"That was awfully forward of you, don't you think?" Paula grilled me as we drove home.
"Yeah, I really shouldn't have said that. It's just, well, you know how I am about this sort of thing, and she just put it out there."
"I don't think she put it out there for you."
"Well, I'm not going to feel guilty about saying it, she put it out there and I replied. It's not like I came up to her out of the blue and said, Hey Vicky, how about dressing like a slut for me, or anything."
"Do you have the hots for her or something?"
"No, like I said, I do have a thing about women, especially you, dressing sexily and she said what she said, so I . . . "
And it's true that I don't have the hots for Vicky. She's average in just about every way as far as I could tell. Average looks, average weight, average build. I could imagine that she could turn a few heads if she dressed up, but I couldn't really tell at the moment. I had never seen her dressed up or in a bikini or anything. I even had a hard time trying to picture her dressed slutily, not that I didn't try like crazy. At any rate, we went home and while I was worried that Paula would be pissed off, she seemed ok and even fucked me good that night.
About two weeks later, Friday night about 9pm: I just got out of the shower and Paula was about to jump in. We hadn't made any big plans so we were going to try the local pub for a drink or two. Now that the k**s were teenagers they had their own plans and we didn't need to worry about babysitters. The phone rang unexpectedly. I didn't immediately recognize the number and almost didn't answer it.
"Hello?" I grumbled.
"Sean, you're home? Good." It's Bob, slurring his words.
"Yeah, I'm home. What's up Bob?" I'm caught off guard here, not expecting this call.
"Well, you remember what you said at the house the other day, about when Vicky dresses up?"
I'm totally floored. Paula is standing in the bathroom doorway looking at me with a questioning expression on her face.
"Oh, yeah, I remember. Hope you're not pissed."
"No, no, nothing like that. We both thought it was funny, and well, you know, thought it was cool." Bob is obviously drunk.
"So what are you guys up to?" I'm not sure where this is going.
"We're at RJ's over in Portside" The music blasting in the background.
"Sounds like you are having fun."
"Yeah, it's great, two-fers until midnight. We were wondering if you guys wanted to come out."
"Uhhh, let me ask Paula"
"Well, you said if Vicky dressed up, you'd want to see it."
"Right. No shit? She's dressed up?"
"Yeah man, and SHE suggested that I call you."
"Wow. Hold on a minute."
Holding the phone I turned to Paula. "It's Bob, he and Vicky are over at RJ's and they want to know if we wanted to come out."
"Now?"
"Yeah, I guess she's dressed up sexy and I said that stuff the other day and now, well I guess I owe them a drink."
Paula narrowed her eyes and gave me a rather cross expression. "Do you want to go?"
"Well, we were going to have a drink anyway, and RJ's as good a place as any. I did say the thing about her dressed up, and now they've called. Yeah, I'd like to go."
"You just want to see how she's dressed."
"Well, duh. Hey, we won't go if it bothers you. Or we'll have one drink and bug out."
"OK, let me get into the shower." and she closed the door.
I got back to the phone. "Bob, Paula's cool about it, we'll be there as soon as she gets ready."
"Excellent, see you then." and he hung up.
I tried vainly to occupy myself downstairs as I waited for Paula in the shower. My mind kept racing about what Vicky could be wearing and how she might show off. While I mentioned that Paula will sometimes dress sexily for me, we hadn't discussed that for this evening. I did notice that she took a long time in the shower, so I hoped she was wearing out a razor or two.
When the shower finally stopped running, I went up with a beer for each of us.
"Liquid courage?" Paula asked.
"Hey, if we are only staying for one, we can have an extra one now. What do you need courage for?"
"Deciding what to wear, or perhaps, what NOT to wear."
"OOOOOH! Will this be one of THOSE nights?" I break into a giant smile and my libido shifts into overdrive.
"I haven't decided. I should be pissed that you are going out to see how another woman is dressed."
"Don't be like that. You know I only have eyes for you."
"Bullshit. I've watched your eyes. If I wasn't around they'd be out of your head."
"OK, guilty. But I only have everything else for you."
"Better keep it that way. So, I'm thinking the polka-dot dress or the jean skirt."
"Fine selections both. Since it's pretty warm tonight and RJ's is very casual, I vote jean skirt. You get an bonus points if you wear the French-print top"
And truly, both are fun dress-up outfits. Paula shortened the polka-dot dress to just above the knee which isn't short, but it has criss-cross straps across the back that prohibit wearing a bra. Feeling her under it as I hug her is wonderful. The jean skirt is much shorter, so that is a plus. The top I suggested is snug and thin and presented more 'options' you may say if I could talk Paula into them later.
Paula gave me a sideways look. "So, you like that top do you?"
"Yeah, it goes well." I replied in a offhand manner.
"Hmmm." Was all she said, and began to dress.
I sat on the chair in our bedroom watching her dress. I love doing this, it's like advance foreplay. I was happy to see she had a black thong on when she came out of the bath. Even just wearing a thong can tend to arouse her, but now I couldn't tell if she had shaved her pussy into a landing strip like I love. She chose a peach colored wonderbra that didn't show too badly through the top but allowed some very generous cleavage to press against the scoop of the top's neckline. Donning a pair of her highest wedge sandals, we were ready.
"You look great." I told her genuinely as I gave her a hot kiss and hug. And she did, too. Something about high shoes, short skirt and wonderbra just made her look like a wet-dream come true. The only way this could be better would be if she lost the bra and thong, and I was weighing my odds of her doing just that before the night was through. She returned the kiss passionately and I felt my odds improve, along with the pressure in my crotch.
Since I was driving, I didn't want a beer in my hand, but that didn't prohibit me from getting another one for Paula. Again she gave me a sideways glance.
"Trying to get me drunk?" She queried.
"With two beers? You're not that much of a lightweight." But in all honesty, she was a lot easier to manipulate with a little alcohol in her. She knows this, which is why she questioned me, but she didn't resist.
As expected, RJ's parking lot was packed and the bar pretty much two-deep everywhere. I spotted Bob & Vicky on the far side and Paula and I worked our way over to them. They must have arrived before the crush of people because they had two seats right at the bar.
"Hey guys, good to see you again." I greeted them, shaking Bob's hand and moving to give Vicky a kiss on the cheek. She turned her head at the last minute and my kiss ended up on her lips. Nice. Super-fast, but nice. I wasn't sure if I should think anything about it. Paula gave Bob a quick smooch on the cheek and the girls did the 'brush cheeks together as you kiss the air' thing.
There was just barely enough room next to them for us to stand. The music was really too loud considering that there was no dance floor. We had to lean in to talk. I took the opportunity to look Vicky over. She had on the classic 'Little Black Dress' with the 'Little' emphasized. Thin, not quite spaghetti straps over her shoulders, the back was open and the top barely contained her breasts. Seeing her this way reinforced how conservatively she normally dressed and how well she usually hid what was now obviously a pretty hefty rack. The open back ruled out any bra and from what I could tell there were no cups sewn into the dress as it conformed to her breasts precisely.
"You look great. Dressing up really suits you." I told Vicky.
"Thanks, what do you think of the rest?" As she stood, revealing more.
Her heels must have been 5". I think she stood taller than Bob. The dress stopped at mid-thigh. Very nice.
"Even better than I imagined." I told her. "I owe you both a drink and thanks for inviting us out."
"Yes, thanks." Paula added. "You look really good."
"You look pretty good yourself there Paula." Bob remarked.
"Well, thanks. I try."
Vicky was drinking mohitos and Bob scotch on the rocks. I understood why their bar bills were always so high. Paula and I stayed with beer and I made a note to limit my intake. I had a feeling I was going to be the designated driver.
"So, you must have turned quite a few heads coming in here." I mentioned to them both.
Vicky just smiled, but Bob replied, "Yeah, it's so funny to watch. The guys try to be discrete, especially if they are with a chick and most of the chicks have daggers in their eyes."
"Vicky's dress isn't out of control, just a little racy I think" I added.
"This isn't her craziest outfit, I think the one with the bikini top and daisy dukes is racier, but it would be a little much for this bar tonight."
"OOOH. I really have a thing for daisy dukes." I confessed.
"Yeah, the top is way too small and her tits always keep popping out. It's a hoot."
I looked over at Vicky to see if she had any reaction. She heard everything, but just smiled.
The fresh drinks arrived and we shared a toast, "To hot wives who keep their husbands drooling."
We chitchatted for a few minutes. The downside about beer is that it keeps you running to the bathroom, so after of few minutes, Paula excused herself to go. Vicky went along in typical female fashion.
"It looks like Paula dressed up nice too." Bob complimented.
"Yeah, it's something. Not as hot as Vicky's. I try to get her to be adventurous and she'll play along sometimes."
"Well, now that you're here, I think Vicky is wishing she wore the daisy duke outfit."
"Why, what do you mean?"
"I can tell when she's in the mood to flash or really show off and right now I think she wants to."
"That'd be cool with me."
Soon the girls were out of the bathroom, working their way back to us through the crowd. We watched as every male they passed looked them up and down. They had small smiles on their faces as they realized that for the moment they were the center of attention.
As they neared us I noticed that Paula's breasts were no longer spilling over the scoop of her neckline, artificially pressed by her wonderbra. Instead, they swayed and jiggled under her thin top, her nipples now pronounced. She had obviously ditched her bra, sweet! The print of the top disguised the darkness of her aureole, but there was a shadow if you knew where to look. Her lack of underwear was pronounced.
"You look fantastic, thank you." I told Paula as I kissed her.
"I'm a little nervous, this top is too thin."
"You look great. Don't worry."
"What do you think, Hon?" Vicky questioned Bob as she gently grasped Paula's shoulder and turned her towards him.
"Vast improvement. Wonderbras are nice and all, but nothing beats the real thing."
Paula blushed and didn't know where to look, she ended up looking at me.
We had another round. Vicky kept playing with her shoulder straps. Each time she pulled them, the material would move around and her breasts would threaten to spill out of the sides of the small dress. I thought about what Bob said about her wanting to flash but the dress clung too tightly to accidentally slide off. She and Bob kissed a few times.
I took the opportunity to kiss Paula and spoke into her ear:
"Who's idea was it for you to lose the bra?"
"Well, Vicky said how much she enjoys going without, and I know how much you like it"
"Is this a little competition between you two?"
"No, but I can't have you drooling over her all night."
"Nobody's drooling. You know I only want you."
"That's what you say, but I see how you are looking at her."
"You can be certain I'll be looking at you." And I gave her another kiss that she returned fully.
I decided to take the opportunity to turn up the heat a little more.
"Do me a little favor?"
"What?"
"Tug your nipples until they are totally at attention."
"Here? At the bar?"
"Yes. I'd do it myself but it would be too obvious, however you can do it discretely without drawing undue attention."
She gave me her patented sideways look, then scanning to bar to see if anyone was watching too closely and turning towards me she pinched and pulled both of her nipples. It turned me on no end and I could tell it turned her on too. Her nipples stood out plainly from the thin top.
"It's getting too hot in here." Paula whimpered.
"From the looks of you, I'd have thought you were cold." Vicky teased, apparently watching. Paula blushed.
I don't know for sure if Vicky had undid something or if it was truly an accident, but at that moment her top opened and both of her large breasts popped out.
"Whoops!" She exclaimed as she gathered up the dress material and reattached her straps.
Bob gave me a knowing look. My suspicions that our fellow bar patrons were keeping an eye on things were confirmed when several men across from us began applauding. Now it was Vicky's turn to blush.
"It would seem that everyone agrees they are too nice to keep under wraps." I complimented.
"Well, thanks, but I think right now I better keep them wrapped." Vicky replied.
Shortly after we arrived Bob surrendered his bar stool to Paula, so the women were both seated and we stood next to them. As Vicky worked to reattach her shoulder straps, the hem of her dress rode higher and higher. She had nice legs. She kept them crossed and together but more of more of her thighs were becoming exposed.
As she finally got her top together I teased her: "Better watch the bottom of your dress now before we all see your panties."
Both she and Bob looked at each other and chuckled.
"That won't be problem, will it honey." Bob questioned.
"No, no problem at all." Vicky replied.
And with that she pulled the side of the dress up almost to her rib cage, revealing that she wasn't wearing panties. Because of the way she kept her legs crossed, you couldn't see between them, but it was very erotic to see, and very daring for her to do it at the bar.
More applause from across the bar. We were definitely under surveillance. I noticed that the bartender who was handling our end of the bar was keeping an eye on things. I hoped he was cool.
"Wow. Now I am totally distracted." I mentioned.
Some of the patrons on either side of us now seemed to be taking notice.
I pulled Paula to me and gave her another kiss. Either the heated situation or the beer must have influenced us, because the kiss was probably hotter than was appropriate at a bar.
"Did you lose your panties too?" I asked.
"No. Should I have?" She had a sly look on her face.
"Well, of course." I teased.
"Oh, now that Vicky is commando, I should be too?"
"No, you should be because that's the way I like you."
"You're fresh."
"That's the way you like me."
"True. Do you want me to lose them"
"You know I do."
"Next time I go to the bathroom."
"I have to wait that long?"
"You want me to take them off, right here and now?"
"That could be interesting."
And in a sequence probably forever etched in my memory, I watched as Paula looked left and right to see if she was being watched, then carefully reached under her skirt and slowly pulled her thong down to her ankles. She daintily stepped out of them and handed them to me. I stood dumbfounded as I put them into my pocket, noting how warm they felt and wondering if they were moist too. The pressure in the front of my jeans was becoming uncomfortable.
"Thank you." As I kissed her again.
"Bravo!" Vicky commented. Paula blushed again.
We had another round. I made a note that this had to be my last. Bob was swaying on his feet and both he and Vicky were really slurring their words.
If the kisses that Paula and I shared were a little too hot for the bar, what Bob and Vicky were now sharing was positively obscene. Vicky was turned on her stool facing Bob, he was between her spread legs and they were locked in a tongue-lashing embrace. Vicky's dress had ridden all the way to her waist and I suspected that if they weren't careful when they parted everyone would have a look at her bare pussy. Needless to say, I watched closely as did a number of other patrons most likely.
By luck or by practice she didn't flash as they disengaged, her dress just barely covering things as they parted but it was close. An awful lot of thigh was on display. The both looked out of breath.
"We should call it a night." I observed. I really couldn't wait to get Paula home and get my tongue between her legs.
"Awww, it's not even midnight." Bob complained.
"You guys are getting me too hot and bothered. I can't wait to get Paula home." I countered. Paula gave me a gentle punch in the shoulder.
"Fresh. What makes you think you are going to have any fun at home?" She asked with a phony haughty look on her face.
"After tonight's teasing, I'm having fun if I have to take it by force." I announced.
"OOOH, what a brute! Can we watch?" Vicky chimed in. I thought she was going to fall off her stool.
This was another of my many twisted fantasies - sex in front of another couple and maybe more, but to date it had remained just a fantasy. In fact, one I hadn't properly even shared with Paula, let alone proposed.
Looking intently at Paula I asked, "What do you think honey, shall we invite them over to watch as I ravish you?"
Paula had the 'Deer in the headlights look'. On the one hand, I know she was aroused, in fact I would bet a bunch that if I put a finger in her she would be drenched, but on the other hand this was really something well beyond our comfort zone.
"I, I, uh, I don't know about that." Paula stammered.
"Ha, just k**ding silly." Vicky stood and wrapped her arms around Paula, probably partly to avoid falling down. "We're just teasing you." as she kissed Paula's cheek.
But in reality, I wondered if they were just teasing or were making a proposal that they could then easily retreat from. The old saying is "Many a truth is told in jest' and this might be one of them.
"Well, despite your exciting offer, I guess we must decline tonight." I added with mock sadness. "We must be off. Are you guys OK to drive?"
"Well, if you're offering, we'd love a ride. We can drive back tomorrow and pick up the car." Bob slurred.
"Sure, no problem."
Thankfully, Bob had been paying for his drinks as they arrived, so there was no giant tab waiting to pay. We dropped a few more bucks on the bar for a tip and the four of us headed out. I thought I heard a couple more cat-calls as Vicky passed near the front of the bar.
"I think they really liked you." I mentioned to her. Vicky just laughed.
"What's not to like?" Bob added.
Paula and I rode in front and Vicky and Bob in the back seat.
"Oh, the back seat, just like high school." Vicky teased.
The drive from RJ's to their house is only maybe 15 minutes, but I don't think we were on the road more than two when I heard Vicky moan softly. It was dark and the angle was bad, but I could see that her dress was pulled up to her waist and Bob had his hand between her legs as he kissed her deeply. Paula glanced back a couple of times, but didn't want to be obvious. Not a word was spoken. It was erotic, and hot - but awkward at the same time. The other couple was obviously so drunk and horny they couldn't keep their hands off each other, no matter what the circumstances were.
Paula and I looked at each other, incredulous of what was taking place three feet behind us. We had never experienced this, so we didn't know what to do or what to say, so we said nothing. I held her hand.
A few minutes later I heard them change places. Bob was now laying back across the width of the back seat and Vicky seemed to be kneeling on the floor. In the passing streetlights they were illuminated enough to see that Vicky was sucking Bob's cock. Again, Paula stole a few glances back. She looked at me to try to determine if I saw what was going on. I nodded my head. I placed my hand on the back of her head as if to guide her to my crotch, but she pulled back sharply and shook her head. To this day I don't know if I really wanted her to suck me at the same time that Vicky was sucking Bob, but it was fun to pretend.
"Ohhhh, so good baby." Bob complimented Vicky quietly, but we heard.
We were getting close to their house and in an effort to avoid possibly an awkward moment I warned them, "Almost home."
I heard a rustling of position changes and the unmistakable sound of a zipper being zipped as they organized themselves. At least they were sober enough to get straightened out.
We pulled up into their driveway. Bob asked us if we wanted to come in for another quick drink. We thanked them but declined.
I hadn't even backed all the way out of their driveway when Paula challenged me, "So, you wanted me to suck you while she sucked him?"
"Just teasing, babe."
"I'm sure."
But with that, she promptly unzipped my fly, pulled my stiff member out and began sucking me. It was really hot and to me there are very few things more exciting than having your woman want you so badly that she will take charge and suck you as you drive. The only downside is it's hard to concentrate on the road and the blowjob at the same time. From there it's only about a mile to our house so with the distractions, I didn't get to cum.
When we go home we made a beeline for our bedroom, locking the door behind us. There were no preliminaries, I almost ripped Paula's top pulling it off her as I mauled her breasts. She had her hands on my cock as she worked to open my jeans again. I pushed her back and lifted her jean skirt, driving my tongue into her sopping pussy. She had shaved her yummy pussy into a landing strip, bless her. As I had suspected, she was wet, wet, wet and tasted sooooo good. Her moans became more insistent and as much as I love making her orgasm, I didn't want her to cum yet. I wanted to drive my cock into her.
I stood and pulled my clothes off in record time. My cock was so hard, it was aching. Usually I like to have her suck me for a minute or two to make me wet before I fuck her, but tonight neither of us could wait.
Paula laid back, her jean skirt in a bunch around her waist, her legs spread invitingly, her soaking, shaved pussy open.
I laid above her, teasing my cock up and down her slit, easing it in just an inch before running it again up and down. Paula whimpered and tried to push herself onto me - she tried to fuck up onto my cock.
Normally I love nothing more than long, relaxed, teasing sex. Changing positions, bringing each of us close to orgasm and delaying it. Tonight would not be that kind of a night. We were both way too cranked up for that.
"Say the magic words." I commanded.
"Fuck me, oh fuck me, fuck me!" She responded.
And I did, halfway in, three quarters in as she gasped and finally I jammed it in balls deep, the tip bumping her cervix.
Paula's orgasm hit her like a freight train, her incoherent moans and spasms shaking us both as I pounded her. I knew I wouldn't last a minute as cranked up as I was, but I also knew she would go off like a firecracker as soon as I pounded it in. Ten strokes into her orgasm I let loose with a gallon of sperm into her. It felt like my toes were curling. I can't adequately describe the feeling of being that aroused, of being with your wife who is equally aroused and to fuck so completely.
We laid together for a few minutes, catching our breath, holding each other.
"Holy shit that was good." I said.
"Sean, you are soooo good."
"We are so good together." And we are.
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