Nancy was having a lingerie party and asked me to stop by. You may remember Nancy. She's the classy lady that I gave a massage last month. After that evening we kept seeing each other. Of course we're very discreet since she's married. She thought I'd like to meet some of her friends that all belonged to the same country club. To be honest, I knew what she had in mind.
I arrived about eight o'clock and as I looked around the room I counted seven women besides Nancy. All of them were very well dressed and quite classy looking, just the way Nancy had described them. They looked the part of being upper class well-to-do ladies. I figured all of them to be in their late forties or early fifties. But I have to say, every one of them was very good-looking and rather attractive. They each wore a very nice skirt and blouse except for one whom had this sexy dress that flowed so nicely off her hips. She really caught my eye, what a great figure.
Nancy introduced me as a close friend. Of course, little did they know how close we really were. Since Nancy and I met about a month ago, we always managed to find some time together when her husband was away.
I knew I wouldn't remember all their names as Nancy introduced her friends. But there were a few who made a nice impression. Carol was a sexy little redhead who was the local bank president's wife. I wasn't about to forget her beautiful body. Nancy introduced me to Kathy who had shoulder length blonde hair. She was very pretty for fifty years old and wearing a skirt with a long slit up the side. Her husband owns the construction company that built the country club. Then there was Cynthia, who's husband was a lawyer and apparently never home. I'm not sure why after seeing her. She was maybe in her late forties with long dark hair and a knockout figure. I was amazed at how attractive all these women were.
The lingerie demonstration or party, whatever you want to call it, were just a few tables of sexy underwear and nightclothes that the ladies had browsed through. I really don't know what they were doing when I got there, but everyone was chatting over a cup of coffee. I guess they were done with whatever they were doing.
I engaged in some conversation with them for about a half-hour. They all seemed very nice. There wasn't any mention about Nancy and I, but I knew she must have said something.
I noticed Carol get up and walk out of the room to the kitchen. The rest of the women were still chatting as I looked at Nancy and got up to follow Carol. Nancy knew what I was thinking. In the kitchen Carol was getting another cup of coffee when I walked over to her. She spoke first. "So you're the guy Nancy was telling us about?"
"Yeah, I guess so," I answered.
"Nancy seems to like you allot. I've never seen her so excited," Carol continued commenting.
Well it was obvious Nancy told her about me. So I asked, "What do you think?"
"About what? You and Nancy," she replied?
"Yeah," I answered. "You think what we're doing is wrong?" I had to get out of this conversation. So I didn't wait for an answer. Instead I asked about her. "Does your husband know he has a very pretty wife?" I think I caught her off guard with that comment.
"Uhhh,... I don't know. He's hardly ever home."
"Well, if you were my wife I'd be home all the time."
Carol smiled and blushed a little. "You're very kind. But I'm almost fifty years old."
"You take care of yourself very nicely," I added. And I touched her arm and moved closer. I put my hand under her chin lifting her face. She didn't move. I stood there silent for a moment looking into her eyes. Then I asked, "should I go back into the other room or stay?"
She hesitated for only a second and then replied, "Stay."
I ran my hand from her face down her chest and over her breasts. I drew little circles with my fingers on her tits and could actually feel her nipples getting hard. She murmured out, "oh My God." I slowly unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall open. She looked down and saw her white frilly lace bra exposed. It was like she was under a spell. She didn't move and didn't stop me. Then I put my hands on both of her shoulders and started applying pressure downward.
"How long has it been since you've done this," I asked?
"What are doing to me," her voice quivered as she answered back?
She began bending at the knees allowing me to push her down. Now she was on the floor in front of me looking up. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. The bank president's pretty redheaded wife was on her knees in her friend's kitchen ready to suck my cock.
