We arrived at their house shortly after 4pm knowing we had all placed some interesting expectations on the six hours we had been able to talk my mother into babysitting. Even having talked, joked, planned, and fantasized about this evening, practically ad nauseum, approaching their doorstep sent shivers of nervous excitement through me. I let my husband, Joe , take the lead, and he rang the bell.
There were the usual hugs and greetings, but the atmosphere was definitely charged. Cocktails were hungrily consumed and smoke lingered just above eye level. We caught up on everyday events as Gillian and I prepared to leave the boys and spend an hour playing darts at the bar. Neither hubby was really thrilled with this idea, but it had been WAY too long since we had had a girls' night out, and dammit, we were going to get an hour!
We drove the six or so blocks to the bar and found ourselves a small table in the corner near the dartboard. Gillian sensed that I was a little tense and nervous and made a crude joke about a guy across the bar, while she lightly rubbed my shoulders. Her touch was wild! Until she and I had begun , first joking, then waxing philosophical , then discussing preferences, and finally admitting interest, I had never considered feeling such a rush from another woman . Just thinking about it had opened up new sexual worlds for me.
We started playing and drinking, brushing against one another in the cramped space. It was all very friendly and polite until I purposefully turned to face Gillian as we passed just close enough so our nipples made contact with one another. We both grinned mischievously, and the game took a definite turn . Small, carefully aimed touches, then more aggressive grabbing turned into longer caresses. I became uncomfortably aware of a number of men watching us from around the bar, intrigued smiles on their faces. Gillian said, rather loudly, "Let's give them something to look at!"
And with that, she leaned over to where I was sitting, and kissed me full on the lips. Her mouth was so soft, nothing like a man's. I felt myself forgetting the men in the bar and being carried away in response. It could have been five minutes we went on like this, I'm not really sure. By the time we left, we had the attention and desire of every man in the bar, and more than a few remarks were made as we departed. We just smiled and walked out hand in hand. On the drive back, I asked Gillian to take a longer route so we could toke a little for courage. It dawned on me that we had just given two horny husbands a license to plan out everything their little hearts (or other organs) desired, in our absence. We decided to just go with the flow when we returned, and agreed we would put on a great show for them!
The house appeared completely dark , and we joked that they must've gone out. Upon opening the door; however, we could see candlelight coming from the family room and the bedroom. We called out, but no one answered, then we saw the note. It read: Take off all of your clothes and choose a room. I looked at Gillian, and I'd imagine our expressions were identical, who had a puzzled, yet amazed expression on her face. Neither one of us thought our husbands had the balls to accomplish something like this in a year, let alone an hour! I flashed her a glance that asked "what do we do?" and she began removing her clothes. I was already wet with anticipation, so I muttered something about "when in rome!" and started to remove my blouse.
All of a sudden I freaked out! My mind was spinning, my heart was racing, and every nerve in my body was at attention. Gillian just laughed at me as I tried to explain, and called out to the rooms, "Give us just 5 minutes -- sorry!" as she ushered me to the laundry room. I, again, valiantly tried to explain that I really did want to do this, I was just having a temporary brain overload, and she fished out the half smoked doob, lit it, and passed it to me. I took hit after hit of the sweet herb while I downed a whiskey and soda, and started to calm down. Amazing how well that works! We talked, and Gillian sat behind me, rubbing her hands lightly over my shoulders and back. She gently kissed my neck and earlobe, her breath warm and light in my ear as she whispered, "I think it's time we see what the guys have been up to, don't you?" I could barely stutter , "Uh - huh." and follow her out. I had goosebumps everywhere as wave after wave of desire spread through me.
Gillian quickly shed her garments, but I hesitated. I needed to work into this more slowly. I wasn't really ashamed of my body; I just hadn't exposed it to anyone other than Joe and my midwife in over ten years! She gently guided my blouse over my shoulders, and went to unfasten my bra. I shivered as the fabric brushed my rock hard nipples, and I let the clothes fall to the floor. I tensed again as I felt Gillian's hands tugging at my panties as her breasts brushed my bare back. She wrapped her arms around me warmly, cupping each of my breasts in her hands, and I melted. I forgot to be nervous as a warm rush filled me from head to toe. I arched back against her wanting to feel more of her
A voice from the bedroom called out, " Ladies; it's been five minutes. Unless you want to be disciplined for taking too long, you better get in here!" I could hear both men laughing at some joke we weren't supposed to hear. Gillian said, "That could be fun!" and winked at me. I quickly removed my panties, embarrassed by how wet they had become. Since we now knew they were in the bedroom, we wandered into there.
