During the fifteen years my husband and I have been married, we have had a varied and spicy sex life. Recently we became reacquainted with college friends we haven't seen on a frequent basis for some time.
Connie is a slender brunette with beautiful sexy legs and long fingers. Greg, her husband, is a James Dean type who, according to Connie, never wears underwear. He and Norm, my husband, were college roommates. Norm is an all-American with a V-shape physique. I am a tall brunette with long legs and strong features that are a product of my mother with huge tits.
Greg and Connie invited us for an intimate dinner at an out-of-the-way restaurant with a reputation for adventure, secluded with dark and private tables. Although we had no plans for a wild sexual encounter, or anything out of the ordinary, for some reason I felt heightened anticipation the whole week leading up to Saturday I visited the spa for a bikini wax, manicure and pedicure.
In college Norm and I had once been involved with Greg and Connie in a passionate night of sex, but it had been some time, and we had no way of knowing if they were interested in a repeat performance.
Memories of this definitely played in my mind during that week. That was Connie's first woman-to-woman experience, and it left me dreaming about the possibilities.
Before going out, I shaved my pussy, leaving only a short, thin line of blonde hair. It felt exposed and very sensitive as I slipped on a short skirt and tight white body shirt with a sheer jacket over the top.
The tension was high when Norm and I arrived at the restaurant and found Greg and Connie waiting at our table. Connie stood up and gave me a kiss hello. It was innocent enough, but the heat from her cheek sent a shiver through me. Her short black mini dress showed off her long arms and slender legs. Greg kissed me on the mouth, and I had a warm feeling in this cozy place.
Connie and I faced each other at the table. As the evening progressed and the free-flowing wine took away inhibitions, I felt open to any and all opportunities with this beautiful couple. Sure enough, during the first course, Connie's bare foot brushed my legs. I looked up, hoping for some sign that it was intentional. I caught Greg eyeing us with a smile. Norm too seemed aware of what was happening under the table.
Connie looked right at me as she moved her foot inside my thigh toward my crotch. Although I was wearing underwear, it was thin and no doubt noticeably damp to Connie's foot pressing against me. I looked over to Norm for his reaction and saw him carefully watching the developments. I reached under the table and felt he was hard. I knew he knew what was going on! He always loved fucking Connie, as well as, watching the two of us going at it.
Connie, her foot still in my crotch, moved the conversation smoothly to a more sensual tone, all the while looking right at me. She started to relive our past experience, and I was aroused by her directness and clear memory of our very hot previous encounter. Meanwhile, her foot never left me. In fact, her toe made its way around the edge of my panties, with my fidgeting help, and then in my wet and receptive cunt.
