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After another night of splurging on food and wine, the guys were informed about going to the country club the following evening. The two cowed troopers were getting restless but meekly acquiesced.
The next afternoon after returning from their hairdressers, Sandy and Jan got their props together (silk scarves, perfumes, dainty handkerchiefs, ear plugs, and shower caps) and refined their plans. "I'm as nervous as the time I went on my first date," said Sandy.
"It's going to be interesting," said Jan, "I hope we don't blow things." Sandy arched an eyebrow. "Poor word choice. I hope we don't screw it up." Sandy giggled. "Oh, shit, you know what I mean. I guess I'm shaky too, and can't think straight."
"Think horizontal, with my Bob on top of you."
"That does scare me. Could this crash our relationship?"
"Not yours and mine. For God's sake, they started this and have handled it between themselves. It'll be okay."
"I hope you're right. We'd better start getting pretty-pretty. Were both going to use Herbal Spring bath oil. Right?"
"Right on! And Opium perfume. I'll switch to Chanel when the time's right. But we've forgotten something. Douche. Which one?"
"Obsession?"
"Never heard of it."
"I'll lend you some. Stan loves it."
"Sounds good, but we better hustle. By the time we do our nails, soak in a bath and primp for an hour or so, it'll be show time."
"Then move it fellow hussy and remember we put our outfits on together over at your house. Did you lay out Bob's suit, tie, underwear and so forth?"
"Yep, and a note saying he should shower and dress here at your house. I'm out of here."
At 5:00 Jan entered Sandy's house wearing a robe and carrying her clothes on hangers.
When Bob came home at 5:35, he read the note and yelled upstairs to Sandy, "What's with this dressing at Stan's?"
"Just, do it, asshole, and you two be ready by 6:30, downstairs in the den. Got it?"
"Sure, sure. See you then."
At 6:30 the girls heard the guys come in and they descended the stairs together. Both husbands stood at the bottom step watching. With each step downward, the men's eyes widened in direct proportion to the women's nearness. Legs, long legs, two pair of legs like long-stemmed roses, tiny flashes of panties from their vantage point. Sheer panties. Pussy hair showing panties. Jackets with only skin behind them. Four inch stiletto heels. When the girls took the last step down and stood before them, they gave a slight bow, opening the jackets to show breasts. Lot's of breasts, the view terrifyingly close to their nipples.
With a frog in his throat, Bob asked, "We're going to the country club with you dressed like that?"
As the girls lifted back up from their small bows, the lapels of their jackets closed enough to allow only the inner swells of each breast to be seen. "You guys wanted skin. Now you got skin," said Sandy.
"Didn't 'subtle' appear somewhere in that conversation?" asked Stan.
"If you guys think these get-ups are risqué, wait until you see some of the other items we've bought," Jan retorted.
Bob moaned. "Jim Ferguson told me he would be at the club tonight. We're negotiating a huge contract. His wife Penelope is chairman, uh, chairperson of GNOM, an acronym for 'Getting Nudity Out of the Media'. What say you two put those blouse things back on like last time?"
"You mean our camisoles? Nah. High fashion is in," said Sandy.
"And I'm in too. In big trouble," said Bob.
Stan said, "Same here. Many of my clients belong to our club, and the majority of them don't need starch in their shirts. Uptightness oozes from their pores. Have you noticed what their wives wear? They dress like they're in perpetual mourning."
"Now boys, you're making molehills out of mountains," said Jan, as she glanced down at her cleavage and shimmied her shoulders like a stripper. She then grabbed Bob's arm and snuggled her breast against it. "Let's go gang or we'll be late for our reservations."
Sandy reached up and patted Stan on his cheek. "It's not that big a deal, lawyer man, you can talk your way out of anything." She hooked her arm under his and steered him to the door.
"We're taking the Lexus. Sandy will do the driving and you two perverts will sit in the back."
As they sped along the freeway, they passed the off ramp that led to the country club.
Bob piped up from the back seat, "Sandy, honey, I think you missed the turn."
Stan poked Bob in the arm and whispered, "Shut up. Maybe they'll get lost and we can drive around all night."
Jan said, "Oh, we didn't tell you but we're going to make a stop before we get to the club."
Stan muttered, "Oh shit, we're not off the hook."
Twenty minutes later Sandy pulled into the Rathskeller parking lot and said, "We're stopping here for a drink."
Once inside, they waited for their eyes to adjust to the dimness. The hostess said, "Follow me, do you prefer a booth or a table?"
Sandy looked at Jan and opened her palms to ask which. Jan said, "For now we'll sit at the bar."
"Sure, let me know when you want to be seated."
Stan and Bob looked at each other and let out deep breaths. "So we're not going to the club," said Stan.
"Nothing's etched in stone just yet," said Sandy. Only two vacant seats were available at the crowded bar, and a young man sat between them. Jan asked if he would mind scooting over so they could sit together. His grin almost split his face as he moved over one seat. Their skirts lifted several inches as they climbed onto the barstools. Sandy sat next to the young man. To Jan's left, two guys sat next to each other talking. Jan turned to the husbands standing behind them and asked what they wanted to drink. She ordered scotch on the rocks for them and two gin martinis, straight up with olives for Sandy and her.
Jan nudged Sandy with her elbow and pointed to the top button on her jacket. Sandy nodded and when they turned to pass the husband's drinks, they twisted toward the sides where their neighbors sat. With the top buttons of their jackets undone, their stretching opened the lapels far enough to allow a momentary glimpse of naked breasts. Sandy's seatmate cracked another huge grin. Jan's next door neighbor was facing his pal and missed it, but his pal caught the action and craned his head around to get a better view.
The husbands looked at each other in disbelief. Stan stuck his head between the two wives and said, "Your top buttons have come undone."
Both wives looked down and Jan pointed to the second button and said, "Oh, do you mean these?" and proceeded to undo the second button. Sandy did the same. This allowed a full exposure if seen from the side.
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