Undressed for company
Home from work and feeling a bit naughty, I kicked off my shoes when I was just in the door. As I walked to the bedroom, I undid my skirt and let it fall, shrugged out of my top and left it where it landed. Bra and panty went next. I picked up one of hubby's tank undershirts and pulled it on. It fit like a loose dress that was too short if I sat down or bent over. My nips pointed right through the fabric. I had just finished drying a coral shade pedicure when the delivery guy ran the doorbell.
Those guys don't usually hang around and chat...
After he left I fiddled around with some new eye-liner and lipstick colors and was in the kitchen making tea when hubs bops in from work! And then bops in a friend!!
"Loree, this is Grant, from ... from... LOREEEE! Could ya put some clothes on?"
And the friend says, "Oh it's fine. That's one of those trends, women wearing our stuff. The wife wears my boxers all the time."
But the look he gave me was oh so engaging...
So I picked up the skirt that I had shed a few minutes before and pulled it on. But I had to bend over to do it, and the gasp from both men made me turn red. I put on a pot of coffee and sat down with my iPad. The men turned on the TV to watch the news, but Grant kept glancing my way. I could not resist letting my legs open a little, and I was pretty sure he had seen enough to know I was bare under neath.
Hubby then asks me what's for dinner. I told him I would freshen up and change while he made either dinner or reservations and wiggled across the room and up the stairs. I could feel Grant's eyes, if not his hands, on my ass all the way up the stairs.
I returned half an hour later in a short jean skirt, pale blue short camisole and low heeled strappy sandals. Hubby opened a back door for me and the men sat in front as we drove. At the restaurant, H and I sat together with Grant across from us. It was totally uneventful until I felt his ankle rest against mine.I didn't move. Or breathe. By the time we left I was not sure if I could walk to the car. We went to a bar that had a jazz band and dance floor. The men ordered beer, I got a Margarita. Watching people dance, flirt and connect always gets to me but hubby seldom dances and that night he wasn't going to abandon Grant just to dance with me. And there was a game on the huge TV set overhead. I found myself casually eye-flirting with a black gentlemen who was dancing with a cute thin middle aged black gal.
Hubs was into his 4th beer and I realized I would be driving home and put down my wine. The game on the TV had most of the men over-involved and my guys were no exception. When the man I had flirted with walked up and asked if I belonged to either, Grant thumb pointed at hubs, who nodded.
"May I ask her to dance?"
Hubby barely looked up and muttered, "Yeah, fine by me." Grant had a strange half-smile as the black man asked in a most gentlemanly manner. I gazed at him for a long moment and offered my hand, shiny silvery fingernails and wedding ring clearly visible. He took my hand and led me through the crowd to the floor.
Oh my, he could dance! One of my camisole straps fell off shoulder to my arm as I struggled to keep up with his moves. I left it there and hoped my bra didn't show too much, as if anyone cared. The music stopped and I glanced around to see how much trouble I was in. Hubby wasn't even looking and Grant just winked.
I answered my dance partner's questioning look with, "I think I'm good for one more." The band swung into a slow number and he pulled me closer, in waltz position and led perfectly. Some couples even stopped and watched us. The lights dimmed and the music slowed. He slid his hands down my sides to my waist and pulled me tightly against him. Oh my, it felt exquisite and my arms d****dd over his shoulders. His legs were both between mine and he bulged and strained against me down there. We moved with the music. His breath was in my ear, telling me I was beautiful and an incredible dancer. My knees went to jelly and if he had not been holding me I would have melted to the floor.
His hands moved down and cupped my ass as he moved against me in a way that was so sexual that I wondered if he was about to cum. But the music was winding down. He stepped one leg out from between mine and as the last note played, he dipped me so perfectly and romantically that I nearly lost it. My skirt rode up against his leg until the lace tops of my stockings showed. The hem fell as he brought me out of the dip. He so briefly kissed my lips and his hard brushed me and then we were smiling at each other.
I glanced around. Grant's eyes were wide open and hubby was nursing his beer. "Better take me home, dear. Methinks the natives are restless." He escorted me back to my table reluctantly, and let go of my hand only when he had to. The men nodded to him as I slipped back into the booth. As he turned away I could see a very pronounced tent at his crotch. Grant saw it, too and cleared his throat.
Hubby had had 2 too many and Grant made the decision to leave. He and I guided my stumbling spouse to the door and I propped him up while Grant paid the bill. As we wedged him into the backseat, we noticed a man watching nearby. Grant held the door for me, then closed it and walked around to the driver's side. I waved at my dance partner and blew him a kiss.
As we drove, Grant asked if I knew him. I didn't. Hubby began to snooze.
Grant squeezed my hand. "You dance really well."
I squeezed him back. "I had a great lead, he has some moves!"
His hand moved to my stocking-covered thigh beside my skirt's hem. "You left him hard as a rock."
"Mmm hmmm." I didn't dare say more. I was indecently wet.
Hubby stirred, Grant moved his hand and then we were home. We got him up to our bedroom, I showed Grant to a guest room and then, finally, went to the bathroom, sat down and stayed awhile, doing nothing. Just breathing. When I went back in the bedroom Hubs was naked, on his back and out like a light. I stripped off everything but my ankle bracelet, put on a worn short babydoll nighty, just to have something on, and turned off the light.
I drifted off thinking about the man who danced me halfway to orgasm in the same room with hubby and his sexy friend. We were more than dancing. His fingers were opening me. I was swirling in desire as the manhood cap pressed at my garden gate. I startled and screamed before I caught myself, Hubby loomed above me, naked and and hard as a carrot. He shushed me with a finger across his lips and lowered himself. I helped him, mostly so it wouldn't hurt and tried to be quiet.
And I was beginning to respond. And then I was not being all that quiet and he was going faster, faster than me, and then he's groaning about cumming!.
"Baby, not yet! So close!" I clawed at his back in anticipation. Then,
"UHHHH...!" He collapsed heavily on me and spasmed as he grunted. Then he lay still, breathing hard, shrinking. He slipped out, dragging a sticky mess with him and got out of bed. "Have to shower, get to work." He turned back toward me, "Damn that was good! Did you...?"
"You owe me," I said as I rubbed my sticky pearle. "You better come home alone tonight." I paused. "Unless you are feeling kinky." I rubbed some more but the mood was gone so I got up and started down the hall toward the kitchen. I was still wearing the nighty and a gold anklet. I tiptoed past Grant's room so to not awaken him.
To the readers- tame i know but thats how it was, and it gets more strange.....
Those guys don't usually hang around and chat...
After he left I fiddled around with some new eye-liner and lipstick colors and was in the kitchen making tea when hubs bops in from work! And then bops in a friend!!
"Loree, this is Grant, from ... from... LOREEEE! Could ya put some clothes on?"
And the friend says, "Oh it's fine. That's one of those trends, women wearing our stuff. The wife wears my boxers all the time."
But the look he gave me was oh so engaging...
So I picked up the skirt that I had shed a few minutes before and pulled it on. But I had to bend over to do it, and the gasp from both men made me turn red. I put on a pot of coffee and sat down with my iPad. The men turned on the TV to watch the news, but Grant kept glancing my way. I could not resist letting my legs open a little, and I was pretty sure he had seen enough to know I was bare under neath.
Hubby then asks me what's for dinner. I told him I would freshen up and change while he made either dinner or reservations and wiggled across the room and up the stairs. I could feel Grant's eyes, if not his hands, on my ass all the way up the stairs.
I returned half an hour later in a short jean skirt, pale blue short camisole and low heeled strappy sandals. Hubby opened a back door for me and the men sat in front as we drove. At the restaurant, H and I sat together with Grant across from us. It was totally uneventful until I felt his ankle rest against mine.I didn't move. Or breathe. By the time we left I was not sure if I could walk to the car. We went to a bar that had a jazz band and dance floor. The men ordered beer, I got a Margarita. Watching people dance, flirt and connect always gets to me but hubby seldom dances and that night he wasn't going to abandon Grant just to dance with me. And there was a game on the huge TV set overhead. I found myself casually eye-flirting with a black gentlemen who was dancing with a cute thin middle aged black gal.
Hubs was into his 4th beer and I realized I would be driving home and put down my wine. The game on the TV had most of the men over-involved and my guys were no exception. When the man I had flirted with walked up and asked if I belonged to either, Grant thumb pointed at hubs, who nodded.
"May I ask her to dance?"
Hubby barely looked up and muttered, "Yeah, fine by me." Grant had a strange half-smile as the black man asked in a most gentlemanly manner. I gazed at him for a long moment and offered my hand, shiny silvery fingernails and wedding ring clearly visible. He took my hand and led me through the crowd to the floor.
Oh my, he could dance! One of my camisole straps fell off shoulder to my arm as I struggled to keep up with his moves. I left it there and hoped my bra didn't show too much, as if anyone cared. The music stopped and I glanced around to see how much trouble I was in. Hubby wasn't even looking and Grant just winked.
I answered my dance partner's questioning look with, "I think I'm good for one more." The band swung into a slow number and he pulled me closer, in waltz position and led perfectly. Some couples even stopped and watched us. The lights dimmed and the music slowed. He slid his hands down my sides to my waist and pulled me tightly against him. Oh my, it felt exquisite and my arms d****dd over his shoulders. His legs were both between mine and he bulged and strained against me down there. We moved with the music. His breath was in my ear, telling me I was beautiful and an incredible dancer. My knees went to jelly and if he had not been holding me I would have melted to the floor.
His hands moved down and cupped my ass as he moved against me in a way that was so sexual that I wondered if he was about to cum. But the music was winding down. He stepped one leg out from between mine and as the last note played, he dipped me so perfectly and romantically that I nearly lost it. My skirt rode up against his leg until the lace tops of my stockings showed. The hem fell as he brought me out of the dip. He so briefly kissed my lips and his hard brushed me and then we were smiling at each other.
I glanced around. Grant's eyes were wide open and hubby was nursing his beer. "Better take me home, dear. Methinks the natives are restless." He escorted me back to my table reluctantly, and let go of my hand only when he had to. The men nodded to him as I slipped back into the booth. As he turned away I could see a very pronounced tent at his crotch. Grant saw it, too and cleared his throat.
Hubby had had 2 too many and Grant made the decision to leave. He and I guided my stumbling spouse to the door and I propped him up while Grant paid the bill. As we wedged him into the backseat, we noticed a man watching nearby. Grant held the door for me, then closed it and walked around to the driver's side. I waved at my dance partner and blew him a kiss.
As we drove, Grant asked if I knew him. I didn't. Hubby began to snooze.
Grant squeezed my hand. "You dance really well."
I squeezed him back. "I had a great lead, he has some moves!"
His hand moved to my stocking-covered thigh beside my skirt's hem. "You left him hard as a rock."
"Mmm hmmm." I didn't dare say more. I was indecently wet.
Hubby stirred, Grant moved his hand and then we were home. We got him up to our bedroom, I showed Grant to a guest room and then, finally, went to the bathroom, sat down and stayed awhile, doing nothing. Just breathing. When I went back in the bedroom Hubs was naked, on his back and out like a light. I stripped off everything but my ankle bracelet, put on a worn short babydoll nighty, just to have something on, and turned off the light.
I drifted off thinking about the man who danced me halfway to orgasm in the same room with hubby and his sexy friend. We were more than dancing. His fingers were opening me. I was swirling in desire as the manhood cap pressed at my garden gate. I startled and screamed before I caught myself, Hubby loomed above me, naked and and hard as a carrot. He shushed me with a finger across his lips and lowered himself. I helped him, mostly so it wouldn't hurt and tried to be quiet.
And I was beginning to respond. And then I was not being all that quiet and he was going faster, faster than me, and then he's groaning about cumming!.
"Baby, not yet! So close!" I clawed at his back in anticipation. Then,
"UHHHH...!" He collapsed heavily on me and spasmed as he grunted. Then he lay still, breathing hard, shrinking. He slipped out, dragging a sticky mess with him and got out of bed. "Have to shower, get to work." He turned back toward me, "Damn that was good! Did you...?"
"You owe me," I said as I rubbed my sticky pearle. "You better come home alone tonight." I paused. "Unless you are feeling kinky." I rubbed some more but the mood was gone so I got up and started down the hall toward the kitchen. I was still wearing the nighty and a gold anklet. I tiptoed past Grant's room so to not awaken him.
To the readers- tame i know but thats how it was, and it gets more strange.....
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