The week flew by as I plotted the weekend, when Bonnie would be joining us. The story that Bonnie was told to give her boyfriend was that Amanda and Bonnie would be going away for a girl's weekend. In fact, we wouldn't be leaving our house.
I told you Bonnie's boyfriend wasn't my favorite person. There was not one thing in particular I disliked, it was just his general nature. He was kind of a snob, kind of a dick, kind of controlling. Altogether, unlikeable. The fact that they had been together longer than Amanda and I, yet there was no hope of a ring on the horizon, did not help matters. The fact I was doing to him the same thing that the girls had done to me did not weigh on my conscience in the slightest. In fact, it was a fringe benefit of the situation.
I told Amanda to prepare a large, formal dinner for Friday night, and then we would get Bonnie settled and see where the weekend took us. In reality, I knew where it was going to go.
Bonnie was told to come straight from work on Friday, and arrived while Amanda was still putting the finishing touches on dinner.
I have described Bonnie as 'mousy', and that wasn't completely fair. She was small, maybe 5'2"or 3". Her hair was dark brown, and currently trimmed shoulder-length, although she had it up in a bun when she arrived at our house.
Her figure was proportional, tiny and compact like her build. I had seen her in a bathing suit a couple times and was surprised by how much curviness she did show, despite her height and build.
It was her personality that kept her a level below the other girls. Anna and Jane both had outsize personalities that drew guys to them. Bonnie was much more quiet and shy. That was why I always thought of her as 'mousy'.
I removed Bonnie's jacket at the door, and took her bag. She looked positively fearful, greeting Amanda with the normal pleasantries but positively wooden with me. She was wearing a conservatively-cut navy blue dress. It was cinched around her waist with a silver belt that accentuated her trim figure. She had on stockings and heels that matched dress. Altogether, very put-together and formal, like I had asked.
I sent Amanda back into the kitchen and led Bonnie into our living room where the bottle of wine was already open. I poured her a glass, and saw her take a sip, and then a gulp, obviously trying to increase her courage.
"So Bonnie, how is work going?"
"Oh-okay. I got a new boss recently."
I kept up the small talk, using the opportunity to break down some of Bonnie's defenses which were currently standing several feet higher than her. I could see it was working, and her posture finally opened up a little.
We were still chatting when Amanda came in. She let us know dinner was ready and refilled her own wine glass. I grabbed the bottle, plus a second, and led my 'dates' into the dining room.
Amanda was an excellent cook, and the meal was an excellent concoction. As the meal went on, the girls chatted, and everything seemed 'normal'. I was the obvious 'third wheel' in the conversation, but there was nothing abnormal about it.
As the conversation finally winded down, the girls were both on their third glass of wine. I had no other plans for the evening, other than sticking my dick both of these beauties. So I was pleasantly surprised when Bonnie made a comment that I could use:
"Mandy, I love that dress. Where did you get it?"
Amanda was dressed in red tonight. The dress was a little more daring than Bonnies, tight and stretchy on top, but cut relatively low. It was high in the front but low in the back, and it was obvious my wife didn't have a bra on. The sleeves went all the way to the wrist, but were large and loose.
"Oh, Macy's I think. I like it, but it was terrible to cook in. I ended up having to roll the sleeves all the way up so I didn't dunk them in the food or catch fire."
We all laughed at that, and I cut in before either girl could respond.
"Stand up honey, model it for us!"
Amanda stood up and did a twirl, sleeving flying out. The dress was tight enough the skirt didn't do the same.
"Those legs" I said, complimenting my wife on them for the umpteenth time.
Amanda stuck one out, modeling them as well. Her legs were bare, and her heels were dangerously high, as usual, giving her calves even more definition. I cupped her foot and pulled her towards me. She fell into my lap, giggling. We kissed, and I looked over at Bonnie.
"Why don't you model as well?"
Bonnie shook her head 'no', but a little encouragement from Amanda and she stood up as well. I motioned my hand to 'spin', and Bonnie reluctantly did, slowly.
"Faster" I said, so she took a second twirl. This one took her skirt up high enough I knew they were pantyhose, and not thigh-highs.
Amanda clapped and whistled, and Bonnie blushed, quickly sitting back down.
"No", I said. "Something isn't right."
Both girls looked at me, confused.
"Bonnie, stand up again."
She did, but looked down now, shy.
"I know what it is. Those stockings."
"My legs?"
"Yeah, we are inside, you don't need them."
Bonnie kind of nodded.
"Take them off."
"H-here?"
"Yeah, why not?"
Bonnie couldn't muster a counter-argument to that, so she bent over and reached under her dress. She fussed under there for a minute, and then finally her hands came back out, dragging the pantyhose with them. It took her a couple iterations to get them completely down her legs. When they were, she stepped out of her heels, removed the rest of the fabric and they were off.
She was close enough to me that I reached out and took them from her. I made a 'let's go' motion, and she stepped back up into her heels. I motioned 'spin', and she did.
"That's much better, don't you think, Amanda."
This whole time, Amanda still sat on my lap, silently watching what was happening. I think she knew the reckoning was at hand, but didn't react or say anything to Bonnie.
"Yeah, much better" she finally said in response, fidgeting in my lap now.
"Go stand with her honey, let me see you both."
