They had invited me over for dinner. I know they both are good cooks.
I put on several changes of clothes, getting ready, before deciding on my short red dress with the deep cleavage. Many stops in front of the mirror before finally deciding. Not sure why I thought dressing like that was a good idea, like a date, but I just had this hunch. There was a lot of flirting between the three of us last time. Maybe this night?
I tried braless, but my little titties did not look that good in that dress. Tried on several bras, and settled on a barely just there white shear number with purple violets that just barely lifted for more ample pleasing presentation. Or I liked. I hope they like this look. I look down at my short little thighs showing. Hope they like that, too.
And no panties. Not tonight. If someone wants to reach up under my skirt, don't want anything slowing their way.
A gold chain for my right ankle. A pearl choker plus a long pearl necklace to plunge into my cleavage. Gold hoops for my ears. Hike my skirt and insert that labia ring my husband gave me. Been a while for that, it is a tight fit.
I'm really dressed for summer, not New Year's Eve, even if it is mild for North Carolina. Need to wear that old long mink coat.
Get there and realize I'm way overdressed. She is in a tight sweater and jeans. He in jeans (nice bulge) and a manly lumberjack shirt. Oh, well, committed now.
We start with his vegetable in some puff pastry canapΓ©. On to her pot roast and mashed potatoes.
After dinner, we all go sit together on their couch, me nicely sandwiched in the middle. Some idle chit chat.
When out of the blue he leans over and kisses me. Kisses me deeply and passionately. I come up for air, when she leans over to kiss me. While she kisses me and our tongues wrestle, I feel his strong hand going to my breast and her soft hand sliding my dress up my thigh. I just lean back into her kiss and let my knees spread. She is not going up far enough up my thighs, where I crave he touch. But he migrates across my open cleavage and find my other breast. He kisses my neck softly while my curly red haired girl possesses my mouth.
She breaks out lip lock. I am totally out of breath. A little confused, a little off base, but totally, totally excited. I had hoped for something tonight. Had not expected them to get down to basics so quickly.
I start to think, I had not yet touched either of them. Before I could take any action, she stands up, takes me by the hand, and leads me up the stairs. She kinda rushes up those steps. I can't seem to reach out to touch her, but he is running both his hands up my inner thighs to my but cheeks. I can't slow down enough to really let him explore at the top of his strokes, where I want touched, either.
At the top of the steps, she scoots us left into their bedroom. It has been mood lighted with little electric candles and the sheets are already turned down.