"Hey! Come on in!" Leah answered the door.
"I'll need another 15 minutes to get ready, and Mark is not here yet." she continues as she leads John to the living room.
John checks out the petite woman wearing loose shorts, a baggy sweatshirt, and a towel wrapped around her hair. It seems like she put those clothes on in a hurry, just out of the shower. Naturally, he wonders, is she wearing _just_ those clothes?
"He's always late!" Leah complains about her husband before disappearing into their bedroom. Now, he is staring at her hips until they are out of sight. Mark and John have been close friends since childhood. They grew up in the same neighborhood and attended the same school. Mark is now a banker. John inherited his father's boutique furniture shop which he runs successfully. The shop is not far from Mark and Leah's place.
John grabs some water and settles down on the couch. The three of them are headed to a wedding reception of John and Mark's mutual friend. He then takes out his phone to open Leah's Instagram, curious to see if she had posted anything new. The curiosity stirred by seeing her up close again. He always had a thing for her but never did anything about it. Being around her frequently ensured his desires never faded away.
Leah closes the door behind her and strips down to put on her dress for the evening. She steps into a navy blue dress with wide straps that stop slightly above her knees. The dress would be tight, hugging her slender figure. The trouble is getting into the dress. She always needs Mark's help with the zipper that ran all along the back of the dress. This time, the zipper is stuck just below her lower back. It wouldn't go up or down. She can't get out of the dress even if she wants to put on something else. The dress is cut modestly in front and won't show cleavage when zipped up. However, with the zipper a third way up, the straps droop off her shoulders leaving her chest completely exposed. She had nipple covers on. Her go-to for such dresses.
Leah has decently sized boobs. Not too big nor too small. They are perky. Her nipples are always pointing up. For her slender figure, they look quite handful.
After a few more attempts, Leah gives up and yells, "John! Can you come help me with the dress?" She quickly realizes how much of her skin is shown. When her husband's 6-ft tall friend stands behind her, he can see everything by looking down at her. She wraps her hand around her chest, holding the dress in place, and pulls the straps back over her shoulders, trying to appear as decent as possible.
John isn't prepared for the sight he is about to encounter. He whistles softly as he enters the room, watching Leah smile through the mirror she is facing. He walks up confidently to the slender and petite woman he greatly desires. John waits until he is standing directly behind her, out of her sight through the mirror, to admire her open back, sleek waist, and round ass. A dirty thought runs through his head - He wants to grab her waist, pull her back, into him. He then wants to bend down, kiss her neck, and suck on it. In reality, he is very composed and careful not to touch her bare skin. He tries pulling the zip up a couple of times to no avail. Then with a deep breath, he pulls it down a little - making it unstuck.
Leah gasps and turns. Looking over her shoulder she finds John smirking. Before she says anything, he pulls the zipper up, rests his hand on her shoulders, and compliments her, "You look very nice! It's a pity you don't show off more often!"
They are staring at each other through the mirror, smiling. Leah is suddenly conscious of John's hands on her shoulder, his breath, and how close he is.
"Did he just look at my butt crease? Is that why he complimented me that way? Or had he seen more than that?" Leah wondered. She knew Mark and John were close. How close? "No way!" She assures herself. Nonetheless, she resolves to find out the truth later. They are interrupted by the doorbell.
Mark enters the room and whistles, exactly as John did, bringing out a chuckle from Leah. He walks up behind her, gently wraps his hands around her waist, and bends down to kiss her neck.
"You look stunning! And sorry I'm late," Mark says. They get ready and leave together in Mark's car soon after.
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The three of them are around the same age. Mark and John are 32, and Leah is two years younger. She met Mark during college. Their relationship was on and off until they got married a couple of years ago. While Leah had met John a few times, she only got to know him better after the marriage. With frequent visits and cookouts, she had let her guard down around John. There was no tension between them. The occasional tickling and foot massages made no impression on Leah.
On the other hand, John thoroughly enjoyed being around Leah. He made no intention of hiding his desire from Mark but knew where his close friend drew the line. The two friends had an unspoken rule, they would always show off their respective girlfriends. It was partly competitive but mostly about being close friends who share everything. Therefore, they also spoke about how good (or not) their experiences were in bed. More importantly, they were open about checking out the other's girlfriend.
They never actually shared nudes of their partners before. Just "nice" pics. Over the years, Mark ended up with a stable relationship while John was still hunting. Jealous of all the new partners that John got to see, Mark decided to take this route. The pics he shared with John only got more revealing till he was sending nudes.
So, yeah! Leah's suspicions were true, and she had a devious plan to find out the truth that evening.
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The thought doesn't leave Leah all through the evening. "Had John really seen _all_ of me?" She was now sizing up John as he walked around. "He is slightly taller than Mark, his shoulders are broader, and all the physical work that he does is quite visible. He is very fit!" She wondered. "Shit! What am I thinking?" She is jolted back to reality by her husband's hand on her back.
On reflection, Leah is surprised with herself. She isn't bothered by the possibility that John might have seen her naked. It doesn't make her mad at Mark. Only curious as to why he is okay with it. Moreover, the thought is unconsciously stirring her loins. It reflects in her actions as well. She pays special attention to John's occasional hand on her lap. She grips his forearms a bit more tightly than usual. "Fuck! This feels wrong yet amazing" she thinks to herself!
On the way back, they drop off John first. As he walks away from the car, Leah turns to Mark in the driver's seat before they start driving off. He watches her demeanor change.
"Something's up. Am I in trouble?" He thinks to himself anxiously. He watches her hand slowly ride up his lap till it rests on his crotch. "Ah!" he relaxes, recognizing the familiar ritual. Knowing what's to come, he feels his cock starting to grow.
With eyes still locked, Leah bites her lip, before leaning in for a sloppy kiss. Mark's hands are now in her lap, riding up and spreading her legs. Only the dress is in the way of her getting what she desperately wants. Their hands cross, and they start feeling each other up more aggressively. Leah unclamps Mark's belt, unzips his pants, and finds her way inside his boxers.
As he feels Leah's hand wrap around his cock, he groans, "Yesss! Let's go home quickly!" and starts driving.
Leah doesn't stop, however. She frees Mark's hard cock, bends down, and starts kissing the tip. Slowly, but gradually, she works his dick all the way into her mouth. Her legs are now up on her seat with her ass facing the window. Leah's head is slowly bobbing up and down Mark's lap. It's late, with barely anyone on the street to catch them in the act.
"Mmhhh! That's it!" Mark groans with one hand on her head, pushing her down. When they stop at a light, he turns to her seat, unzips her dress completely, and grabs her firm ass.
"Fuckkk!" Leah moans in response after popping his cock out of her mouth. She moves up to kiss him while gripping his cock. Her dress is about to fall off, held on her only by the straps. Once again, he watches her demeanor change.
