Kay and I had decided to set aside one night every month and take turns entertaining ourselves with whatever activity struck our fancy for the night with Kay getting the first turn. I knew that she had been planning all week but let me in on her plans.
On the Friday night that we had picked for fun night, she had supper on the table when I got home. As we were finishing eating, she finally gave me a clue of what she had in mind by telling me that Stan was coming over later and that she wanted to get a quick shower in. I told her that I would take care of the dishes so she could go ahead and get herself ready.
Stan worked with Kay, and she had told me that since his divorce a few months ago that he was having a rough time getting his life back on track especially his love life. I had a feeling that Stan was going to be the main course for the night. We both got a shower in and were watching TV when Stan arrived.
Kay played the perfect host making sure that we all had drinks and snacks while we sat and visited, making several trips back and forth to the kitchen. Each time she would sit back down next to me I noticed that her silky skirt kept getting pulled up higher. She had also put on the lowest cut blouse that she owned and made sure that she had to lean over to reach the snacks on the table. I could see from his reaction that every time she moved that he was getting a nice peek up her skirt, and I was sure that there was nothing hindering his view under it.
At first, he tried to be sly about looking he tried not to look but it was not long before he was stare at her waiting for the next peek. As we talked, I laid my hand on her thigh and started gentle rubbing her leg, making sure that her skirt was being kept well up her leg. Kay obligingly scooted a little closer to me, opening her legs a little more and let my hand slide to the inside of her thigh. I worked my hand slowly up the inside of her leg until I could feel the warmth of her on my fingers.
Stan was beginning to look a little uncomfortable as we continued to talk about anything but what was going on right in front of his eyes because he could not stop watching. Kay, on the pretense of stretching, leaned back on the couch and slid her hips forward until her legs fell wide open and let my hand fall right against her hot pussy lips. Stan, having about reached his breaking point, made some comment about it getting late. I said that it was still early and then asked Kay to get us another drink. Kay hopped up to go to the kitchen but not before leaning over to grab a handful of snacks from the table. It looked like she might have almost fallen out of her blouse when she did from the look on Stan's face.
While Kay was out of the room, I asked Stan if he was all right. He looked at me and said that if I was okay then he was too. I told him that if I was not okay with it, it wouldn't be happening. He nodded okay. When Kay returned with the drinks, she sat on the arm of the chair that Stan was in and began telling a story about someone at work.
Her story included a lot of touching of Stan on the arm or leg hoping that he would make move. He seemed a little reluctant to do so and Kay had decided to help things along. As the story came to its eventual end, her point was made by spilling her drink all over Stan's shirt. She immediately insisted on him taking it off so she could get it in some water. Stan resisted but she soon managed to have his shirt and was on her way to the laundry.