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The Visit Author's Note: This is a sequel to A Secret Shared. I was heading for South Texas to visit an old friend. It had been more than 20 years since we had spent any time together, and what a weekend that had turned into. This trip wasn't an attempt to rekindle anything, far from it. I was taking a trip to visit friends before deciding where I was going to live following my divorce. The only concerns I had now were keeping enough clean clothes and finding a golf course wherever I decided to spend a day. Cheryl and I had exchanged e-mails a few times over the years. Occasionally I would be in some kind of funk and find myself home alone. I would raid the closet and find something of my wife's to wear and then I would e-mail. She never freaked out, to her credit. I guess I shouldn't be surprised, I mean, it was sort of her idea that week I spent at her house in her clothes most of the time. She told me she was dating someone now, which was good, and she said she had an extra bedroom I could have for as long as I was in town. "God!" I called out to nobody else. "This has to be one of the most screwed up relationships I've ever had." Still, it had persevered over three decades. We slept together, or I stayed in a different bedroom when she was seeing someone else, never there when I was with someone else. We floated in and out of a sexual relationship as easily as could be. The last several miles melted away and I studied the street signs as I wound my way through the unfamiliar neighborhood. Cheryl had lost the beautiful big house during the recession and had to relocate to find a job. This neighborhood was filled with nice modest homes and they were well kept but it was still a big step down from what she had before. I pulled into a driveway and killed the car lights as I saw Cheryl emerge from the front door. "Hey, Greg," she called as I gingerly pulled myself from the car, "looks like you found us okay." "Absolutely, directions were dead on." I walked to meet her at the door. "No, extra clothes?" she smirked. "I thought I would come and say hi before dragging my suitcase out of the trunk. And be sure I was still going to be staying here. I thought you offered before you got a chance to talk to the guy you are seeing." "Dave," she confirmed. "We talked and he is fine with it. How long are you planning on staying?" "I think just a day or two. I figure you will be working tomorrow so I would go play a round of golf, then spend the next day doing whatever you might like, then head out the following morning. I'm playing this trip a lot by ear, just catching up with friends I haven't seen in a while and doing some sight-seeing in between until I run out of time and have to go back to work," I explained. "Well, go get your things and come inside. I'll introduce you to Dave and we'll eat some pizza. Cheap dinner tonight." "Cheap is fine with me," I turned back toward the car. "Important thing is catching up with you." Cheryl turned and went back inside. I pulled my one suitcase from the trunk, checked to be sure the car was locked and went back to the house. I eased my way through the front door into a large living area. Cheryl was coming back in from the kitchen with a pitcher of margaritas. There was a guy was sitting on the couch. He was fairly nice looking, a bit over-weight but no worse that I was. He was older, closer to Cheryl's age than my own, maybe even a couple years older than her. "Greg," Cheryl began the introductions, "this is Dave. Dave, Greg." He rose up off the couch and reached out with his hand, his face lit in a big smile. "Hi, Greg, really nice to meet you!" The accent was pure Texas sounding like "Ha" and "nahce". I smiled back and shook his hand. "Nice meeting you, too. I appreciate you both letting me stay here a couple nights. Beats hotels, that's for sure. Perhaps I could take you to dinner tomorrow night." "Let's worry about tomorrow night later. For now, let's just sit down and get to know one another, and you two can catch up on how many years?" "Almost 25," Cheryl answered as she handed me a glass filled with the green concoction. "Well, we haven't been out of touch that whole time. We've exchanged notes and such." We grabbed plates of pizza and started rewinding the clock. We covered how she and Dave got together, problems we have all had, why my marriage ended. Eventually the food and drink were gone and they needed to head to bed for a work day. I went to my room and sorted through my suitcase getting settled. * - * - * I got up the next morning a found a note telling me about breakfast options, an alarm code and the times they expected to make it home. Also, they decided they wanted to eat in and have a nice dinner rather than go out. There was a market not too far off I could pick up whatever I liked if I still wanted to treat. There was also a key. That would all work for me. I showered and dressed for the golf course, made a few calls and got a tee time. I had wanted to take a tour of Cheryl's closet before I left for the day but I didn't have time. I knew she wouldn't mind, but I would have to maybe do it later. I got to the golf course and got paired up with another guy and two women. The women looked to be in their mid-forties, in excellent shape, dressed in a skort and top that accented their tan legs and fine bodies. It was going to be a tough day for me keeping my concentration. Even knowing they had shorts on beneath the skirt didn't deter me from watching them closely as we all played our round. I played a bit worse than usual but thoroughly enjoyed the day. From there I stopped by the supermarket and did a quick shopping for the dinner items: steaks, potatoes, asparagus, and salad. I also found a couple bottles of wine that looked like they would work. I drove back to the house and unloaded all the groceries and once they were situated I went to take another shower. As I washed I thought I might have time to take a tour of Cheryl's closet before anyone got home so I rinsed quickly in anticipation and stepped out of the shower. Just as I finished toweling off I heard a door open and close. "Hello?" Cheryl called out. "Hi," I answered back a bit disappointed. I am certain she would go along with me perusing the closet but I didn't want to push any boundaries. "I am just getting out of the shower, be there in a minute." "No rush, take your time," she called back. "I was able to leave work a little early and thought I'd spend some extra time with you." I finished drying off and grabbed clean clothes from the suitcase: shorts and a tee, nothing special. "So, how was golf today?" she asked as I entered the living room. "Pretty good," I grinned. "My game was a little off but I was pleasantly distracted by my golfing partners." "Let me guess, women in those golf skirts," she shook her head. "You always did get distracted by nice legs in a dress." I laughed and nodded. "So," she sat down on the couch, the dress she was wearing puffed up a bit and she knew I couldn't help but look, just as I saw her looking all those years ago when I wore a dress with her that first night, "do you still like to dress up sometimes? You haven't written me about it in a long time." "Yeah, I do. I didn't bring any other clothes with me though. This is the only stop I am making that I would have been able to make use of them. And then again, with Dave here, I probably wouldn't have." "Well, actually, Dave is very interested," she stammered out. "What do you mean?" I was instantly alert. "We were talking about your upcoming visit a week ago and I slipped and said something about that weekend when Diane came and visited. I tried to leave out certain details but he knew something was up and he wouldn't let it go. I finally told him about Diane suggesting you put on a nightgown and lounging with us, and us making you up for dinner, and I told him how turned on I got and how I practically tore your panties off when we got to bed." I sat there for a minute letting it sink in. My mind going back to sitting there the night before carrying on while he knew the whole time about me wearing dresses and nightgowns. I considered packing my things and leaving before he returned. "So, he knows about it all?" I asked my voice barely audible. "No," she shook her head. "He thinks it was just a one-time thing Diane instigated. He doesn't know about any of the other times. I put it out that it was all Diane and we went along with it. I told him you resisted it at first until we both promised not to tell a soul. I guess I blew that, huh?" "Yeah, I'd say that was a blown promise," I shook my head. "You did manage to keep it for more than 20 years so I guess I can't be too angry. And you told someone who is nowhere near me. "OK, damage control," I went on. "What should I expect tonight?" "Well, like I said, Dave is interested," she smirked. "I think he may suggest we dress up for dinner tonight." "All of us?" I was taken aback. "I don't know for sure, he didn't go on with more than that. I think he wanted to meet you before he decided on anything more. We could both be in for a surprise." She smiled trying to make it better. It wasn't. "Anyway, he'll be home soon and I wanted to give you a warning." "Well, I appreciate that. I guess we'll both see where it goes. Are you sure you don't have any idea?" "Honestly, none. Hey, maybe nothing will come of it." "If you thought that you wouldn't have warned me." I rolled my eyes toward the ceiling. "Dear Lord, help me." Cheryl snickered. "And speaking of help, maybe we ought to get started on some wine now so I'll be able to handle whatever comes along. Or if you aren't ready, I need to start," I shook my head. We went to the kitchen, uncorked a bottle, poured a couple glasses and talked for another hour until Dave got home. All thoughts of going through her closet left my mind as I tried to put the predicament out of my mind and continue the evening as though it were the same as the previous evening. Thinking back on it, perhaps it would have been a good time to do it, maybe even pick out something just in case it came to it. "Good evening, folks," he called as he came in. "I hope everyone had a great day and I am looking forward to a really good dinner and some good drinking." "That sounds really fine to me," I answered. "I picked up some nice steaks, potatoes, asparagus and salad." I realized the dinner was the same as the dinner Cheryl and I shared with Diane all those years ago. What a coincidence. "How are we fixing them? Grill? Broiler?" Cheryl probed. "Oh, I think it is too hot to stand over a grill today," Dave suggested. "Let's use the broiler." "OK by me," I answered. "We'll just season them up real well." "Great, you want to get started on that, Greg, if you don't mind. I think I need to clean up a bit for dinner. Don't put them under the flame just yet though. "Babe, come with me for a minute," Dave headed back toward the bedroom. I headed to the kitchen and went looking for the seasonings. Once I located all I needed I went to work getting the meat ready. After about 20 minutes I felt like things were in order and ready to start the cooking process so went back to the living room with a fresh glass of wine and waited to see what happened next. Dave came back in and took a seat, "So, Greg, I have to admit something. A week ago I managed to get Cheryl to tell me about a special weekend you two had with another friend, Diana. It sounds like quite an adventure for you." I was stunned by his bluntness and totally unprepared for it. "Yes, it was," I admitted. Then I gathered my wits, "I haven't done anything like that before or since." I'm not a good liar, but I can skirt the truth pretty well. For sure that had been the only time I had spent a day with two women while wearing nightgowns and dresses. "Would you be willing to repeat that adventure, with us here tonight?" He went on without giving me a chance to answer, "Cheryl is setting out some outfits and when she comes out I'd like you to go choose, as our guest I think you should get first pick." Cheryl came back into the room and listened. "Then I'll go and Cheryl will change last. I think this could be very interesting and a lot of fun. Perhaps we should open some wine before we start. Oh, looks like you already started. Well, I guess I'll go get myself a glass." "Sorry," my head was spinning with the different directions things kept going, "I should have poured you a glass while I was in the kitchen." "Nonsense," Dave laughed. "You are the guest here even if you are planning and cooking the dinner. "Now if there are no further issues I am going to get my wine and you have an outfit to decide on." Cheryl looked at me and shrugged. "Don't be nervous," he smiled at us both. "This will be fun!" I took a big sip of wine and stared at Cheryl over the rim of the glass. She sipped and smiled at me, "Sure, I'd like to see you all made up again. I think you'll like the choices I've laid out. The rest of my stuff is in the bathroom off the bedroom." I sighed and started for the bedroom. Then I stopped and went back and poured more wine in my glass. They both laughed as I headed for the bedroom. As I walked into the room I saw several sets of clothes laid out on the bed. The first I recognized from the first night we played dress-up: black dress with little while flower pattern, black half-slip, and black pantyhose. I was surprised she still had it and wondered if it was kept for sentimental reasons or because she still got a thrill wearing it and thinking about when I wore it for her. Next was a dress I hadn't seen before: forest green wrap dress, about knee length with nude pantyhose. Last dress took my breath away: blue strapless with a full skirt with layers of a blue translucent material to make it stand out, a black corset with garters and black stockings. I was certain she expected me to choose the first dress, the second would be too tight and the third too sexy. I had never worn a strapless dress before, but screw it. If I was in for a penny, I was in for a pound. I took another big gulp of my wine and proceeded to strip my clothes off. I put the corset on and went to the bathroom. I kept my body pretty hairless but I wanted to be sure. A couple touchups with a razor and I went back and slid the stockings on attaching them to the garters. She hadn't provided any panties, likely because she thought the pantyhose would be enough, but that wasn't the case. I looked through a couple drawers and found her undies. Toward the back of the drawer was a black pair, bikini cut with a sheer front, I slipped them on. They were tight, which was good because I was hard as a rock and they kept me as flat as possible. At last I put on the dress. My heart was racing and I was starting to have second thoughts. Perhaps I should go with what I thought Cheryl was planning and change. I walked to the bathroom and just loved the feeling of the dress on my body, the bare shoulders, the fabric of the skirt gliding across the stockings on my legs. Any thoughts of changing swiftly departed. I stood before the mirror and looked at myself. One more sip and a deep breath and I went to work on making my face up. I didn't do it often but I was fairly adept when I wanted to. Base, powder, eye liner, shadow, lipstick, and more were applied. I looked one last time, maybe not perfect, but a really good job if I say so myself. I grabbed my wine glass and sashayed back to the living room, my skirt swirling about my legs. I walked straight over to the bottle of wine and refreshed my glass. "I certainly hope we have enough wine tonight," I observed as I emptied the last of the bottle into my glass. I turned because I heard no answer. Both Cheryl and Dave were staring at me. "Not good?" I pulled my dress fanning it out with one hand. "I loved the look of this dress since it was my pick. I hope I didn't upset any plans." Cheryl licked her lips, I could bet that a single touch would have her orgasming. Dave shifted in his chair, I didn't want to think about the effect I may be having on him. Maybe I should have clarified my position on that before this started. "You look amazing," Cheryl finally spoke. "I figured I would be wearing that but I guess I'll have to change my plans." "Yes, you do look good," Dave added. "If I didn't know better I'd swear you were a girl at first glance. You wouldn't pass a close inspection, but just walking by I wouldn't think about it. Well done!" He raised his glass as a toast. I raised mine back to him and took a sip. "I believe you are next in the order, Dave," I pointed out. "So I am," he grinned, stood up and went to the bedroom. We waiting until we heard the door close and then waited a breath longer. "Oh, my! I want you right now," Cheryl gasped. "What are you wearing under that dress? I didn't leave any panties out." "I can open drawers," I grinned. "I found something that works quite well." "Show me!" she whispered. "No!" I protested. "Part of the reason things went so well with Diane was because I didn't run around the room acting like a guy in a dress lifting my skirt at any given provocation. Besides, I feel like teasing you a bit after getting me into this predicament." "Ha!" she laughed. "I'll bet you are loving it." She reached toward the front of my dress in an attempt to see how much I was enjoying it but I managed to avoid the attempted grope. I turned my evasion into a fashion check and did a complete turn as I reached the middle of the room, quick enough that the skirt spread out in a circle, but not quick enough to let her peek. Still I saw her eyes locked on me. "So, I really look ok?" "I think you may look better this time than you did at our previous dinner," Cheryl answered. "What do you think Dave will pick?" I asked. "Probably the wrap dress," she frowned. "He won't mind the bulge showing. He'll probably like that aspect." I didn't like that picture. A minute later we heard the door and Dave came back into the room. We were both surprised. He stood there straightening himself up wearing a gray suit, white shirt and maroon tie. "What's this?" I stammered out. "I thought we were all dressing for dinner?" "We are dressing for dinner," Dave acknowledged. "I am wearing a suit. Sorry to deceive you both but I had to see this and I am not the sort to wear a dress. "Don't worry, though. This will remain just between us. I just wanted to see it with my own eyes to try and understand it." "Well, that was me getting to spend the day with two women. It was a lark, a fun time." I explained. "Maybe," Dave looked at me. "But I think it might have been something you had thought about before, probably even tried some things on in your mother's closet, am I right? From what Cheryl told me of the day you didn't behave much like the way a guy would have." "No, but that was what made the day special. I don't think we would have made it to dinner if I had been lifting my nightgown or with my knees pointed in different directions to flash my panties at them during the day. And the longer the day went the better I felt about hanging out with them as one of the girls. I'm starting to have concerns about how this is going though." "Please," Dave held his hands up, "don't be worried. I am going to enjoy spending the evening with two beautiful women. "Cheryl, your turn," Dave nodded toward the bedroom. She looked at me for a moment and they went back out of sight. "You should know," I stammered trying to assert myself and having a tough time because I kept feeling the need to check my dress and be sure it wasn't slipping down, "I don't have any desire to be with men. I mean if I really were a girl I think I would probably be a lesbian." A bit of nervous laughter escaped. "Relax," Dave grinned. "I don't have any interest in doing anything to you. And if you do relax, I think we might really have a good evening. "You really do look amazing," he shook his head and drank more of his wine then looked around. "I think we are going to need more wine though. We are going to be out before we get to dinner." "Well, I can't go to the store," I protested. "Why not?" Dave asked. "You and Cheryl could take a ride and get some more. I can get the dinner cooked while you are gone." "How about because it would take me too long to change and clean all this off my face," I was getting exasperated. "And if you think I would go like this, I would remind you I don't have any shoes! I may be able to wear Cheryl's dresses, but my feet are a lot bigger than hers." "Ah, true," he conceded and I relaxed a bit. A bit later Cheryl emerged from the bedroom. We both stared at her because she had removed all the stops. "After seeing you two you didn't think I'd just throw on one of those two dresses I had laid out do you? I wasn't going to be the frumpy looking one in this crowd." She was wearing a dress I hadn't seen before; it was a halter dress, just above the knee in length and looked to be made of a yellow silk. It was obvious too that her breasts were bare against the fabric as I could easily make out the bumps her nipples caused. I moved to be sure my own dress wasn't getting a bump of its own and saw Dave tug his jacket to be sure he was covered. Again I cringed at thinking about Dave in that way. "You look amazing," I picked up the wine bottle and went to her. I emptied the bottle into her glass. "I totally agree with his assessment," Dave had followed me across the room. Stepping past me he kissed her. "But, he has also shown us the problem with the evening. Not enough wine." "Oh, well why don't you go pick us up some more?" Cheryl put it to him. "We can get dinner started and we'll be that much closer to ready when you get back." "Actually, I think you two should go," Dave grinned. "Since he doesn't have shoes he can wait in the car while you pick some up. Or even better, there is the shoe store on 7th. Perhaps you could find some shoes to go with that outfit for him. I think you'd still be back before I've got dinner on the table." I think all the color drained from my face, though the makeup I was wearing prevented anyone from being able to tell. "I've never left the house like this," I argued. "I mean with Diane we spent all day hanging out. Someone will figure it out." "Oh, I think you two are pretty ingenious and will figure something out. But it is up to you: Get some shoes or wait in the car. Now get moving so I can get dinner going. Don't be too long." Cheryl grabbed her purse and headed for the door. I followed in a daze. "I don't believe this," Cheryl stated as we settled into the car. "You don't!" I exclaimed. "What about me?" "Look, I have pads I wear in this dress to keep from looking like my breasts are firing torpedoes. This material is so slick it keeps my nipples hard as a rock. I didn't put them in just for you two." "Well, why didn't you try harder to convince him he should go and let us cook? Or you two could have gone and left me." "Dave wouldn't leave us alone at home now. He knows to trust me only so far and with you looking like that, it would be too far. If we are gone too long he'll know I jumped you in the car." She sighed. "Let's just get going and get back. I really am wondering where this evening is going next." She backed the car out of the drive. Fortunately I had parked just out of the way. We drove in silence for a while, I could feel my heart hammering away and I looked at every car that came near us trying to see if anyone was looking. Finally she pulled into a parking space. "What are you doing?" I asked. "There isn't a liquor store here." "No, but that shoe store is right there." "No, I am not going into a shoe store to buy shoes." "Actually, Dave is buying the shoes, and the wine, but I am not going into the liquor store alone so you are getting shoes. Just keep your mouth shut and follow my lead. And be careful not to ruin your stocking on the sidewalk or we'll need to make another stop at a lingerie store." She got out of the car and started down the sidewalk. I sighed and followed not believing what I had gotten myself into. I walked quickly trying to catch up but carefully trying not to snag my stockings on anything. There was a nice breeze blowing and I enjoyed the feeling of it pulling at my dress while I also enjoyed watching it flip the hem of Cheryl's dress until she turned into a doorway. I was also distracted a bit by the way the clothes felt on me. Sure, I had worn dresses around the house, usually moving from one place to another and sitting down always focused on the dress on my body. But this was different, it felt so strange. I could feel the dress lightly moving across my thighs but I was more aware of the panties I wore as though it was that and not the dress that covered me. I also felt the garters against my legs and, of course, the stockings. I knew the breeze wasn't enough to lift my dress but I practically strained to feel what it might be doing with it. Also, the evening air against my bare shoulders felt so exciting. I wanted to jump and twirl and dance on the sidewalk with the rush of what I was feeling. I shook my head to refocus on the task at hand and quickly tried to close the gap between us. "I can't believe you broke your heel," she called back to me as we entered the store. "We are going to be so late." The girl behind the counter looked up briefly as we brushed past and headed into the shelves of shoes. Once we were out of sight Cheryl whispered, "Any idea what size you wear? It ought to be about two sizes bigger than your normal shoe size." "Do they have an 11?" I whispered back. She gave me a look and we started searching. We found a small area with larger sized shoes. Not a lot of choice but there was one pair that looked like it would do the trick. I sat down and put on a pair of high-heeled sandals. They were about 2? or 3 inches in height. I wobbled a bit when I stood up. "They look great, can you get back to the car ok?" Cheryl asked quietly. I nodded and took a couple test steps. "OK, head straight for the door, I'll pay for them and meet you at the car." Cheryl passed me and headed straight to the counter with the empty box while I walked to the door. "Thank God we were able to find something quickly," she told the girl behind the counter as I went out. I walked back to the car again trying to be careful. Only this time I was being careful not to sprain or break an ankle and focused more on that than the previous euphoria I had walking into the store. I got back in the car and got situated; I took another look at the shoes on my feet. They were definitely sexy and with the dress I was wearing I thought they took me over the top. I was beginning to feel really proud of myself. "Wow," Cheryl exclaimed as she got in the car, "that was exciting!" "Why the rush in and out?" "Because as good as you look, she would have figured it out. For one, the shoes size is too big for your height. Even now she may have guessed but since you don't live around here you don't need to worry about running into her again. Let's go get the wine." As she drove I processed what she had told me. "Am I still going into the liquor store with you?" "Oh, yes, most definitely." "What if the person in there figures it out?" I protested. "I'd bet one chance in a thousand," Cheryl assured me. "He'll probably not take his eyes off my tits or your legs." "I don't think my legs are that great," I laughed. "Besides, your legs are really nice." "One, you haven't really seen what those shoes do for your legs, and two, you are wearing stockings and mine are bare. Don't you look at girls in stockings more than girls with bare legs?" "Well, it depends, but I get your drift," I again checked my dress to be sure it was sitting on me correctly. "So, we'll be fine for the brief time we have to deal with someone. You just keep your mouth shut." We arrived at the liquor store and went in. There were a couple other customers wandering around and we made our way to the red wine section. We picked up a half dozen bottles to be sure Dave didn't try and make us run out to the store again, one trip out was enough for me right now. We went to the checkout counter. "Will this be all?" the kid behind the register asked. Just as Cheryl predicted the only time his eyes left her tits was a brief check of my own chest to see if maybe I had something to show as well. He quickly focused back on the bumps in Cheryl's top. Cheryl signed the credit card receipt and we walked out the door to the car. "When you get to the car, look back in the store," Cheryl instructed. I walked around the front of the car and looked back as I reached for the door handle. The clerk quickly turned away trying to look like he was busy with something else. "He watched us walk all the way back to the car, didn't he?" Cheryl laughed. I nodded. "Told you! My tits, your legs!" We both laughed as backed the car out of the parking spot. We chatted the rest of the way back to the house, I was enjoying our foray out into the world and that it had gone so well! I'm certain I would have been a wreck if the girl at the shoe store had called me out. But with Cheryl's quick thinking to avoid that mess, and the stares from the kid at the liquor store I was feeling rather good about myself. Now I wanted people to look in the car windows and ogle the girls they saw there. As we started down her street Cheryl reached over and started gliding her fingers up the inside of my thigh pushing my skirt up. I grabbed her hand. "What do you think you are doing?" "Look, Dave knows how hot and bothered I got about you in a dress that weekend with Diana. I bet that is why he sent the two of us together knowing I would want to screw you. For now, I just want to remind myself of how I love the feel of your legs in nylon and to see what panties you are wearing. I think I know but I just want to be certain. Show me!" "No!" I pushed her hand and my dress back down into a proper place. Not that I didn't want to; I was again hard as a rock and aching for attention but this isn't the way we behaved. I am not the type to mess with someone else when they are in a relationship. "Fine," she sulked. "But Dave had better not pass out on me tonight because if he does I just may not give you a choice. I am hornier than I think I have ever been right now." "I know the feeling," I mumbled under my breath but she didn't seem to hear me. We got to the house and as we walked in the door we were immediately inundated by the aroma of the dinner that awaited us. "That smells great!" Cheryl surged ahead to the kitchen. "Certainly does," I followed a bit more slowly still unsure about the heels I was wearing, plus carrying the half dozen bottles of wine. I may be wearing a dress, but I am still a gentleman. "And you are right on time," Dave answered. "Salads are on the table, the rest is just now coming off the fire. "Oh, yes," he looked down at my feet. "That looks very nice. Good job." I could feel my face heating up. It is a weird area to be in enjoying the compliments of a man, and not wanting to be a target of the man in question. "Hand me one of those bottles and take your seats at the table," he ordered. Cheryl and I sat across from each other leaving the end space for Dave, all seated at one end of the long table. Dave returned with full wine glasses and two opened bottle of wine. We told him of our adventure and he nodded approvingly at the strategies employed. We spent nearly two hours at the dinner table talking, laughing, eating and drinking. I really had reached the point where I wasn't concerned about being there in the dress. I was enjoying the night and being dressed up. I actually found myself thinking that I was glad Dave had put on a suit rather than a dress because it would have changed the evening into something of a comedy. This was so much better. We cleared the dishes and went back to the living room with more wine in the glasses. It looked like six bottles was barely sufficient for the evening. As we walked in Cheryl slipped her arm around me. "I'm so glad you came to visit. I miss our conversations so much. And you and Dave seem to be hitting it off well too!" "Yeah, it has been great. I've had the best time. Thanks for letting me stay." "So," she stepped in front of me, "you aren't still angry I spilled our secret?" "No," I laughed. "I think this worked out perfectly. But, I won't be wearing a nightgown to breakfast." "Are you sure?" she teased. "I think I still have a pink one and some pink panties you can borrow." "Um, no," I shook my head. "I think I've pushed this far enough." Then she surprised me by leaning in and kissing me. Not a kiss that I would expect from a friend whose boyfriend was likely standing nearby, but one that expected more than a kiss in return. I couldn't help myself, I kissed her back. "Oh, my!" I heard Dave groan. I broke off the kiss and turned. "Oh, I am sorry," I blurted. I suddenly felt totally exposed. "Normally, I would be rather upset," Dave looked at us both. "But the way you two look kissing like that, I had a bit of a different reaction." Cheryl reached around from behind me and ran her hand up the bodice of the dress letting her fingers caress the small bumps where the corset helped create a chest. "No," Dave shook his head. "That isn't what I meant." Cheryl was full of wine and already admitted to being horny all evening. She was on the prowl now. She let her hand drop down my dress sliding across the erection pinned to my body by the tight panties. She stepped from behind me and went toward to Dave letting her hand linger against me until she moved away out of reach. Dave didn't get a chance to utter another word before his mouth was filled with her tongue. I looked around trying to decide what I should do next. I decided to pretend that our kiss didn't really happen. I gathered my dress, took a seat on a chair and a big gulp of wine. I made sure not to drain the glass because I didn't want to get back up until I knew where Cheryl and Dave ended up. They did an awkward dance across the living room pawing at each other, never breaking from the kiss. Finally his legs bumped up against the sofa and he dropped down. Both took a deep breath but apparently Cheryl wasn't done. She bent and locked lips with him again. Her dress rose up in the back, but not quite high enough to reveal anything. I could not take my eyes off her. I was as interested in what she had on under that dress as she was of finding out what I wore. Then I heard it: zzzziiiipppp. Now I didn't know what to do again. I thought after the kissing she would settle down for a little while. She was settling down all right, settling onto her knees. She was going down on him with me sitting right there. Dave's head lolled back as he reached down and ran his fingers through her hair. From the position I really couldn't see anything except her head slowly bobbing up and down in his lap. I downed the rest of my wine but dared not get up. Dave opened his eyes, barely, but enough that I knew he was looking at me. I nervously checked my dress to be sure I wasn't exposing anything. He smiled a bit and leaned forward enough to catch a piece of Cheryl's dress and pull it up exposing her ass. She had on the dress and shoes, and that was all. Another reason her libido was in overdrive. She actually moved her legs further apart. Dave nodded at me and let his head drop a bit, but not so much that he couldn't still see me. I looked at my wine glass which stood empty beside me, licked my lips tasting the lipstick that still stained them, and made a choice. I stood up and approached them. Dave took a breath. I got to the floor behind Cheryl carefully holding my dress so as not to expose myself to Dave. I turned to lie on the floor on my back and carefully slid my head between Cheryl's thighs, raised up a bit and took her clit into my mouth. She was drenched. "Oh, God!" I heard Dave call out. Cheryl lowered her hips pushing against my face so that I didn't have to hold my head up any longer. I continued to service her as I now heard her moans and sucking noises. I think Dave's outburst was a signal that he had lost control. "Mmmmm, as soon as G started sucking on me, you lost it," Cheryl purred to Dave. "It was almost like G's tongue came right through me to you." She was gently grinding against my mouth as she spoke. I noticed she was being careful about pronouns and had shortened my name considerably. Then I felt her move and one hand started stroking one of my thighs through the stocking. Then she surprised me. She rocked back onto her feet and stood up leaving me lying there on my back, her wetness running down the side of my face, looking straight up her dress at the treasure I had just been sampling. "Well," she started and pulled her dress up exposing herself to Dave, "look at this! G got lipstick on me in places that I never have had it before. And Dave, I think that might be exciting you just a bit, though I bet it will be a while before you are ready to do anything about it. Feel me." I saw Dave's hand reach out unsteadily above me and she guided it into place. Two of his fingers disappeared inside her. "I need a little more," Cheryl told him. "Since you started this you don't mind if G and I get a little pleasure, do you? I can't wait to look under that dress." I assumed Dave nodded or something, I couldn't see his face from where I was. I started to move but Cheryl stopped me. "I think you are fine just where you are," she instructed me. She stepped from over my body and went around to my feet. I had my knees bent up but together so I knew she still couldn't see anything up my dress yet. She got to her knees and ran her hands up the slick stocking slowly. I could see she was watching Dave as she gently pushed my knees apart. "Oh, where did you find these sexy panties?" she muttered. "I forgot about them." Her hand slipped under my dress and she traced her fingers along the hardness she found there. "Seems I'm not the only excited one who needs relief here. Time to relieve you of these though, they are only going to be in the way." I raised my hips for her as she pulled my panties off. She made sure my dress didn't expose me to Dave. She was playing to his fantasy of watching two women together while she enjoyed a replay of a fantasy of her own. "Here," she called to Dave, "I'll bet these will feel real nice against your dick." She tossed the panties into Dave's lap. "Yes, rub them against it, it'll feel much better than your bare hand." She pushed my knees together and flat to the floor then straddled them. Then she leaned and kissed me again. I was hesitant thinking about what had just been in her mouth but her hand had once again found its way under my dress and I stopped thinking. She moved again, this time she had deftly moved our dresses out of the way without exposing us to Dave and with one more move I was inside her. She sat up rocking gently on my cock. Then she reached behind her neck and undid the top of her dress. "If G gets lipstick on my tits you will help me wash them off later, won't you dear?" she teased. "Oh yes," he answered. I took that as my cue and rose up sucking one nipple into my mouth. I heard her breath get heavier; she reached out placing her hands on Dave's knees for balance. I had to stop and breathe as I was running short of breath. At last I couldn't maintain the position any longer. I sat up completely letting Cheryl wrap her legs around my waist. I moved to kiss her mouth and within a couple moments I was exploding into her. I leaned back onto my arms raising my hips trying to drive myself deeper into her. She placed her hands against my chest and I could feel the silky material of the cups in the corset against my nipples. I gasped for air, I grunted. I think my sounds were lost in Cheryl's cry in ecstasy, but even hers were accompanied by more noises from Dave as he seemed to have found a second life. I wouldn't be putting those panties on again. For several minutes nobody said anything, nor moved. I was still inside Cheryl; I didn't want to look at Dave. Cheryl leaned against me but reached over to Dave with one arm. "I'm sorry, but my arms aren't going to hold much longer," I whispered in Cheryl's ear. She kissed me and leaned back. Before she went any further she reattached the halter top behind her neck and adjusted her breasts. Then she carefully adjusted our dresses as she got up so as not to expose me. I carefully got to my feet and got a glimpse of Dave's limp cock surrounded by the panties I had been wearing all night with strings of cum laced about them. Not something I wanted to see, I looked away quickly. I staggered over to my chair where my wine glass waited, I definitely wanted more now. Walking in the heels was even more of a challenge but I made it to the bottle without doing any damage. After I filled my glass I brought it back over to Cheryl and Dave, fortunately he was back together again. "If you want to get some clean panties, help yourself," Cheryl offered. It felt strange walking around not wearing any, nice in a way with the dress caressing me and the breeze occasionally coming from the air conditioner, but I knew it wouldn't be long before there would be problems with the dress if I weren't wearing any. It sounded like we would be up for a while so I nodded and went back to the bedroom to scout for clean underwear. I opened the drawer not looking for anything particularly sexy this time, but still not wanting plain white. Take advantage of the opportunities I am given. I quickly sorted through them looking for something that would feel nice, then I found something. Not what I was looking for, but something fun. I put them on and went back to the living room. We stayed up for another couple hours and talked. The mood was different, each not sure of what the others thought of what had just happened, but we made it through. At one point Dave left to go to the bathroom and I got up to get more wine. "Everything is ok with Dave," Cheryl spoke. "Are you ok?" "Yeah, I'm fine," I nodded. "Because you could have just stayed where you were and watched. You didn't have to join in just because you were invited. I was just so horny I couldn't stand it any longer." "I said I'm ok, and I am," I set my glass on the counter and turned to face her. Then I reached down and lifted my dress exposing the shiny pink panties I was now wearing. That eased the tension as she laughed. I smiled an fingered the tiny rose at the waistband. Then I heard the bathroom door opening and quickly dropped and smoothed out my dress. I grabbed my glass and went back to my chair. "Do you want a nightgown to sleep in?" Cheryl asked as Dave came back into the room. "No, thank you," I answered still smiling. "But, I am going to be heading out tomorrow. No rush, just when I get started on the day." "We've made you uncomfortable," Dave volunteered. "No, actually not," I tried to ease his concern. "I just think I need to keep moving. And think on this a bit. I've had an extraordinary time tonight, more than I thought possible. But I'm not certain of what that leaves for me tomorrow. But trust me, we are good." We talked for about another hour before deciding to head to bed. I went to my room and peeled off all the clothes. I laid the dress over the back of a chair and piled the corset, stockings and panty on the seat, the pink practically glowed against the dark colors of the remaining clothes. I placed my new shoes under the chair trying to decide what I was going to do with them. Maybe I'd just leave them or ask Cheryl to send them to me in a couple weeks. I'd decide that in the morning. As I settled into bed I heard noises from the other room. I was fairly certain Dave was helping get the lipstick off Cheryl. It sounded like they were going to be all right. * - * - * I woke the next morning, gathered some things and headed for the shower. I glanced over at the chair that still held last night's outfit. Now that my head was clear of all the wine I started having second thoughts about it, not a problem wearing the dress, that turned out fine. But the rest of it? The sex? Great as it was, I wasn't certain that I should have done it. I showered and dressed for the day. I decided I was definitely getting back on the road. Next stop would be to visit friends in Albuquerque and I was certain nothing like last night would be happening there. After the shower I went to the kitchen to get some breakfast and see if anyone was about. A couple pieces of toast and some juice would do to get me started. I was alone so I gobbled them down and went back to pack up my things. "Oh, good morning!" I jumped when I saw Cheryl standing in my room smoothing out the dress I had worn the night before now on a hanger. "Good morning, I didn't mean to scare you," she turned toward the bed where a garment bag was now laying. She placed the dress in the bag and closed it up. "You probably need to get that dry cleaned or something before you wear it again," I offered. "Oh, I won't be wearing it. I'm sending it with you, along with a few other things. I rinsed out the panties you were wearing last night and put them in the bottom of the bag along with the other things you were wearing." "Why are you giving all that to me? Don't you want it? What am I going to do with it while I am on the road, you are the only one I've ever told about this." I protested weekly but excited that I was receiving such in incredible bounty. "You should have these things," she came and wrapped her arms around me in a hug. "I have the memories of last night and that will be all I want. Please take them, hide them in your trunk while you are travelling. And, if you feel like it, when you are back home, text me a picture every once in a while." She leaned back and kissed me, a brief kiss on the mouth that told me there was more than friendship but less than the desire to try anything more than the kiss. And that was fine with me. "Thank you," I nodded. "Where's Dave this morning?" "Oh, he had something he had to get done," she explained. "He told me to tell you that you are welcome to come back any time." "Thanks again," I started packing up my other things. "How much of what happened last night was planned." "Seriously," she looked straight at me, "only the dressing for dinner. And Dave really did surprise me by not putting one on. After that, it was all spur of the moment. I don't think I have ever been that horny in my life. I wanted you, I wanted Dave, and I didn't care. I think I could have stopped if Dave had said something, perhaps we would have just gone to our room for a little while and worn ourselves out. "We talked once before about threesomes. Neither one of us wanted to be with someone of the same sex. You kind of provided a unique answer to the problem. When things didn't stop, and I felt Dave pulling my dress up as an invitation, I knew what I wanted to do. And I did it." "You certainly did," I smirked and closed my suitcase. I picked up my bag, she picked up my new garment bag and we went out to my car. I rearranged the trunk and found a way to store the garment bag toward the back out of the way. I loaded in the rest and closed the lid. "I do hope you come back to visit again," Cheryl again hugged me. "I enjoyed every minute we had together right up to this one and miss you a lot." "I miss you too," I admitted. "Who knows, maybe I will make it by again. Tell Dave I enjoyed meeting him." "I will," she kissed me again. "Be careful on your travels. Let us know how you are doing." "Will do," I got in and started the car. "Take care of yourself." I waved and pulled out of the driveway. I could see her standing in the street watching me as I drove away. * - * - * A couple weeks later I got back home. It was a terrific trip that covered half the country. I had a great time with all the old friends I reconnected with, though nothing compared to that first trip to Cheryl's. I dumped my golf clubs in the closet and my suitcase in my bedroom. Then I went back and dug out the garment bag that stayed hidden during the majority of the trip. I hauled it back into my bedroom and laid it open, unzipping the inside liner to expose the clothes within. First I pulled out the strapless blue dress I wore that night. I held it up inspecting it dangling from the clear plastic loops that secured it to the hanger. It looked in good shape, no stains that I could detect. I hung it in the closet. Next was a dress that looked like two pieces, the top was shiny yellow with a scoop neck and short puff sleeves and the black dress started just below the breast, it was straight with a slit in the back. I held it against my body measuring it out. It looked like it would reach just below my knees. I hung it beside my other dress. Three more dresses came from the garment bag: a floor-length silky feeling dress with spaghetti straps in lots of color, a faux wrap dress in tan that looked a bit larger than the green one that had lain on the bed as a choice that night, and another red dress just short of knee- length with a full skirt. But that wasn't all. There were two nightgowns tucked in behind the dresses. The first was long with lots of lace in light blue. Of course the other was short and pink. I chuckled when I saw it. I folded them both and put them away in a drawer. I dug down into the bottom of the case and found the corset and stockings I had worn as well as both panties from that night and a third pair that would go with the blue nightgown. Also a couple pairs of nude and black pantyhose, even a half slip. I put them all away together in what I decided was to be my lingerie drawer. It was late and I was tired from a long day of driving so I went to bed. The next morning I got up and showered. After I dried off I sat down with my meager collection of makeup and did my face. Once I was happy with that I went to my lingerie drawer and grabbed the black panties and the black pantyhose. I easily slid them on and got the red dress from the closet and pulled it over my head. I turned and examined myself in the mirror. Feeling very satisfied I found a place to sit where I had a good view of myself in a mirror, posed in such a way that quite a bit of thigh was visible up under my dress and snapped a picture. I texted it to Cheryl with the note: Thanks for everything, perhaps we should have dinner again sometime soon.