Saturday was mostly spent prepping dinner; Dave went for it. He had made a pate for the starter, fillet steaks for the main while I made a white choc and raspberry cheesecake for dessert.
I texted Mark, "Get Helen on the wine so she is nice and relaxed."
He replied, "Just opened a bottle. She has been getting ready for hours. Wink, wink."
Dave came into the kitchen saying they would arrive in an hour-and-a-half, "Shall we start getting ready?"
I laughed saying, "Ok Mr impatient, go and get in the shower." I followed him up a few minutes later and took out my outfit and placed it on the bed, followed by the sheer and the fishnets. I had not yet told David that I'd had my pussy waxed again so I made sure that I had my towel around me when he came out.
Before I showered, I asked David to choose which stockings and to pick out a pair of heels for me, he eagerly agreed.
By the time I had finished in the shower, he was ready. Chinos, a nice shirt and shoes. I had to admit that even after so many years together, I still fancied the pants off him. On the bed I saw the fishnets there and next to the bed was a pair of heels I'd forgotten I had. 4.5" strappy white stilettos that I'd bought a few years before for a cruise we went on.
David was a little miffed when I sent him downstairs saying that I'd be down when was ready. He wanted to watch me dress, but I wanted it to be a surprise.
I applied my makeup with loads of dark eye make-up; Dave loves them that way. I then slipped on the fishnets and straightaway I loved them. My toes looked fab. I slipped on the heels and walked around the bedroom, surprised at how comfortable they were still. Looking in the mirror, I felt so sexy and horny.
I couldn't resist it and looked at the clock. I still had half-an-hour. I sat on the edge and plunged my fingers into my pussy. It felt so good and I came so quickly. I lay there for a few minutes as the feeling washed over me. I stood and wiped myself and slipped on the smallest white G-string I had before slipping the dress on realising how hard my nipples had become. I applied a lipstick to match my fingers and toes and with one final look, I walked downstairs.
Dave's eyes nearly popped out of his head when I walked into the kitchen, "Can I call and cancel?" he laughed.
"No, I've not gone to all this for nothing, plus, it was your idea darling." I gave him a twirl.
He gave a low groan as I did, before walking up to me, kissing me and saying, "Have fun. I mean it. Do whatever you like."
"Ok, if you insist," I lifted my dress in front of him and asked if he approved, you could clearly see my bald pussy through the sheer G-string.
His eyes lit up as he walked over to me, looked me in the eyes and said, "Sluts don't wear knickers," and so saying, he pulled the tie on the side and eased then from me. Before he had a chance to say anything, the doorbell went. He put them into his pocket saying that he had better answer the door. As I walked to the door, my pussy was on fire. I was soaked.
I opened the door and let them in. Helen looked stunning in a very tight-fitting trouser suit with red heels. I had never seen her dress so sexily before. We kissed and she headed straight into the kitchen to Dave. Mark just stood there looking open-mouthed as I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the hall laughing. He just said, "I'm going to have a hard-on all night."
I kissed his cheek saying, "I hope so; let's get them pissed," before leading him into the kitchen. When we got there, Helen looked at me saying, "Wow, you're one lucky guy Dave. She is seriously hot."
I blushed and Dave replied, "I know I am," as he poured some drinks. When he passed them to Mark and Helen, I could see how strong hers was just from the colour. It's a good job vodka doesn't have much taste I thought.
The meal went really well, the food was fab, especially the steaks and Dave had prepared them perfectly. I also couldn't help but notice that Mark kept Helen's wine topped up the entire meal. By the time dessert was being eaten, she was getting loud and her words a little slurred.
Dave stood up to clear the table and Helen immediately said I'll help. She didn't look too steady but off she went. As soon as she had left the room, Mark said that I looked amazing and asked what was under the dress, winking. I just smiled, stood and walked over to the serving hatch. Opened it and poked my head through to ask if they needed any help.
As I did so, I reached behind me and lifted up my dress. As I stood there talking, I suddenly felt a hand on my arse before Mark poked his head through the hatch to join in the chat. I felt his hand roaming all over my bare arse, I opened my legs wider, giving him the green light.
His hand immediately traced its way down my crack, as he ran a finger over my arse. OMG, my whole pussy tingled, and I stood up quickly thinking that I would cum. I walked around to the kitchen but looked back at Mark giving him a wanton look.
I poured some more drinks; Helens was almost fifty-fifty. Let's get this show on the road I thought and opened the kitchen door for some fresh air. By the time everything was washed and cleared away, I'd poured us all another drink and Helen was sitting slumped at the island. I took her hand and dragged her into the lounge, turned up the music, and started to dance.
She managed to stumble her way through a couple of songs, leaning on me a fair bit. Then she shocked me, with her hands on my shoulders she told I looked so sexy and my tits looked just amazing in my dress. I didn't know what to say or how to react, but It made my pussy tingle.
Just then, the men joined us again and, as Dave walked in, he fell onto the sofa. Mark laughed saying, "OMG what are these two lightweights like?" as Helen stumbled to the sofa falling next to Dave. Mark and I had a bit of a boogie and within twenty minutes both Helen and Dave were fast asleep.
I looked at Mark saying, "Shall we get these two to bed and then we can carry on if you like?"
"I'd love to, but I'm not sure I could trust myself with you looking like that."
As I walked to the sofa, I looked back and simply said, "I hope not."
Mark picked up Helen with ease and carried her off to their room while I struggled with Dave until they were out of sight and then he 'helped me.' As soon as the bedroom door closed, he whispered, "How's it going?"
"Well, at the hatch he had his hands between my legs."
"Fuck, I bet you're wet, babes."
