I just realized that I did not give my wife a name in part one! What a goof! If you have read my story about the hot tub you know that she is Judy, for the story, and I am Greg. My apologies for making this mistake, I'll get this storytelling figured out sometime.
"I was thinking about that, and since there are a few preparations still to be made, how about if you take a nice relaxing bubble bath for just a few minutes?"
She smiled and looked at me then at Jeff and asked seductively, "Alone?"
Laughing I said, "Only for a little while. How about if we help you undress?"
Her face showed a mixture of excitement and fear and I could almost see her brain processing this. She looked at me, took a deep breath, and said, "Sure, that would be nice."
I went to the bar and opened a bottle of wine and poured three glasses. "Will this help make you more comfortable?" I asked.
She took the glass, smiling, and said, "It sure won't hurt!"
I offered Jeff a glass and we toasted this lovely lady.
I moved over to her and took the glass from her and set hers and mine down on the end table and kissed her softly. I motioned for Jeff to come over and when he did I told him to slowly start to lower the zipper down the back of her dress.
I went into the bathroom and started the water for the bath, making sure the temperature was just right. With the water running I went back to help undress my bride.
I came back into the room and Jeff was just getting the zipper to the bottom and he gently slid his hands inside along her shoulders, easing the dress outward and down her arms. I watched, her eyes were closed and her breathing was increasing.
I walked over and kissed her again and helped slide the sleeves off and the dress down her body until she stepped out of it. Laying it on a chair, Jeff and I both just stared at this beautiful lady standing before us in black lacy bra and panties, black thigh high stockings and her strappy high heels.
Her eyes danced as she felt our eyes roam over her and she could see the expressions on our faces. I could see her nipples straining at the lace of her bra and noticed that the front of her panties was beginning to dampen.
"Ok, Jeff, I'll get her shoes and stockings off, you slowly help her with the bra and panties."
I knelt down and unbuckled the shoes and carefully removed them, then, still kneeling I kissed her tummy and began to slide the thigh high down her left leg first. Slowly working the stocking down I soon lifted her foot and slid it off, tossing it onto the chair with the dress. I repeated the same slow procedure with the right stocking.
As I was doing this, Jeff had unhooked her bra, standing behind her, and had slid his fingers beneath the straps and slid them down her arms. She bent her arms and took them out of the straps and her bra fell free and onto the floor. Her breath caught again, as did mine as I realized that my wife's breasts were exposed to another man.
Moving around in front of her, Jeff kneeled down and caressed her hips, never taking his eyes off of hers. His thumbs caught the lacy waist band and he began to slowly slide it down her shapely legs. Everyone's breath was coming in short rapid gasps as her panties slid lower and lower.
I rushed into the bathroom and turned off the water flowing into the tub and returned to see that Jeff had the panties down below her knees and I stepped over to hold her hand as she stepped out of them.
Judy was standing there naked now and said, "Boy, do I feel underdressed!"
We laughed and I told her that we too would be naked for her massage.
