Please read the first three parts to understand where we are in the story.
Also, I would like to thank all who commented on my stories. Most were positive, which makes me want to continue writing, but even the negative comments, have value as a learning experience and to make me do a better job of writing.
James and I were sitting on the patio, having a drink, when the wives walked out wearing nothing but a towel and a smile.
"What are the plans for tonight? Are we going clubbing or what, so we can get dressed."
"We were just talking. How about we go to "the club" and see what's shakin."
"Well, Janet, guess that means we get dressed to kill."
We all got up to get dressed for the evenings festivities.
Janet wore the black dress she had brought with her. It was full skirted, about 3 inches above her knees. The top was what made the dress so sexy. It had round openings about 4 inches across, just above her naval, between her tits and a larger ring around her neck that held it up and made her look like she was "collared". No bra could be worn with it and a lot of the inside of her cleavage was visible. She rolled up her legs, nude colored stockings, held up by a black garter belt and followed by a sheer thong with a rose on it. Her heels were closed toe and 4 inches tall.
When James and Sonya came out, Sonya was wearing a white shift dress that came to mid thigh and had a shimmery look to it. The top was held up by two small straps and was low cut enough to just barely show her black areola as she leaned over or turned just right.
At the club we ran into Robert and Tanya. They had a big table to themselves and invited us to join them.
"We figured you'd get out of bed long enough to come here tonight." Robert said, "so we got a big table."
"So have you been enjoying each other?"
I told him, "In just about every way possible." Everyone laughed.
Tanya told Janet and Sonja, that she wanted to hear all the sordid details over drinks Monday after work.
As we were talking a guy that Robert knew stopped at the table. He was introduced to us as Ryan, a co worker of Roberts. Her was eyeing Janet, looking down at her top as the introductions were made. He sidled closer to her, so his crotch was right in front of her. She couldn't help but look at it. But what happened next surprised us all.
She looked up and brazenly said to him, "Hey, buster, if I wanted to stare at a white man's crotch, I'd stare at my husbands. So move it."
He looked at me and then at the rest of the table and said, "Well, I guess I'd better be going." He walked away.
"Sorry about that, everyone, but he was just rude. He deliberately moved right in front of me. So to hell with him."
Robert told her that he needed telling off. He was pretty much of an asshole and thinks he is God's gift to the female gender and she didn't need to be sorry.
The waitress came over with a round of drinks for us and said the couple over there said, "Thanks he needed that. What ever that means."
We looked over and they held their drinks up and nodded toward Ryan. We saluted back.
During the goings on, the band had started playing, so we all grabbed our wives and danced.
After all that has gone on so far this weekend, it felt good holding Janet in my arms again. She looked at me and our lips touched, ever so gently and we said together, " I love you so much." We held each other tightly for the whole song and the next also. The third was a fast one and she wanted to sit it out.
The other two stayed out there but Janet and I sat close to each other, not saying a thing, just looking at one another. We were having an " us" moment. It was real nice.
We finally did dance some fast dances and when I twirled Janet that full skirt flew up exposing her firm, beautiful legs. She could put on quite a show, when she wanted to and she wanted to now.
When they played a Latin tune, I got behind her with my arms around her waist and she put her hands up over her head and circled mine. We writhed against each other for a few moments. Her hands dropped to her dress and she started to raise it up her legs as she started to move down my body, bending her legs as the dress was slowly moved up to above her stocking tops. She repeated it twice more, until James came over and put his hands around her waist, facing her. I was rubbing my now erect cock against her nicely curved ass cheeks.
James started to move his hands up her body until he had her tits resting on them. She rubbed against me harder. She was starting to really get excited. He ran his hands back down her torso and onto he hips, he was also bending his knees and working his way down her. She was pulling her dress up as he went down. His head came to the level of her hips, just as she raised it up enough for him to get a glimpse of her barely covered pussy.
She then dropped the dress back down and as he came back up she took his head in her hands gave him an evil smile and a quick kiss.
"Didja like what you saw?"
"Yes and it smells wonderful too." She had dabbed perfume on the front of he thong, while she was getting dressed.
"Keeps me from smelling like I am in heat." She would say.
We all danced with each other for another hour and then Sonja said she wanted to go home she was tired and wanted to go to bed, with her own husband.
I agreed. I wanted to go to bed with my wife too.
The next morning we were sitting around drinking coffee and the girls got up and went out to the patio. They were discussing something.
