Note to readers: After writing "Ashley's Teeny Green Bikini" I received lots of good feedback. I've thus decided to develop a series with Ashley, my wife and I. This story is Part I. There will be at least a Part II and Part III. If you haven't you should read "Ashley's Teeny Green Bikini" first.
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A few months had passed since my wife helped me enjoy Ashley's teeny green bikini. I hadn't seen much of Ashley since then but my wife's relationship with our young neighbor continued to develop as my wife, Lynn, had been providing last-minute child care for Ashley intermittently. Over the past year Ashley got divorced, moved back in with her parents -- who live in my neighborhood -- and taken a job as a teller at a bank. Because both of Ashley's parents worked full-time, Ashley needed someone who could be home when Ashley's 6-year-old son got home from elementary school. My wife filled this position most days of each week, depending on Ashley's work schedule.
It was now holiday season and the typical holiday parties were getting into full swing. I arrived home one Friday evening and found Ashley in my kitchen chatting with Lynn. Ashley gave me a big smile when I said hello and I returned the smile. I asked her how her new job was going and she beamed.
"It's going really, really well, thank you." Ashley responded. I could tell by the tone in her voice there was more to the story.
"Tell him why, Ashley." My wife encouraged.
"Well," Ashley began, "I met this doctor who's a customer at the bank. He comes in all the time and he flirts with me. Anyway, he asked me out. He wants me to be his date to some holiday party tomorrow night." She said excitedly.
"That's great. What kind of doctor?" I asked just to show some interest.
"I can't remember." She said. "But he's older, divorced, no kids, and handsome for a guy his age."
"How old is he?" I asked, getting suspicious that this was some old, wealthy doctor who was looking for some young arm candy. Ashley was only 24 but was mature for her age- the result, I'd guess, of being a single, working parent.
"He's 45." She said confidently. "I know because I looked up his profile at the bank. I can also tell you that he has a really, really big . . ." she paused for several seconds and I shuddered to think where this was going, "bank balance." She laughed at her own joke and my wife laughed heartily with her.
"Anyway," my wife interjected, "Ashley asked me to help her find something appropriate to wear. It has to be a somewhat formal because the party is at a private room at Antarre's." my wife said, referring to a very expensive, upscale restaurant in our city. "So, I'm going dress shopping with Ashley now."
"Yeah, I don't have anything appropriate. I can do slutty and sexy no problem, but I need classy and sexy so that's why I asked Lynn to come with me for help. I don't know anything about classy." Ashley explained.
"We're gonna go now," my wife informed me. "We shouldn't be gone too long. I know where I want to take her shopping".
The women than made their way out. I fixed myself some dinner, grabbed a glass a wine and assumed my typical position in my recliner where I read the paper and watched the news. A few hours later the women returned and were in quite an excited mood.
"Well, we found something!" my wife announced as they walked in the door from the garage. "Ashley, go try it on for Mark so he can see. You can change in my bedroom so you can see it again in the mirror. I'll be back there in a moment."
"Great idea." Ashley said and she bounded back towards my bedroom. My wife came, sat in my lap and gave me a nice, slow deep kiss.
"Mark, she has the perfect body. Everything we tried on looked good on her. Normally I'd be jealous, given how I have such a hard time finding things that fit me but I just really enjoy looking at her. It's strange. She's just really, really sexy." My wife said, her voice indicating that my wife was perplexed by this range of emotion she was experiencing. "I mean, I've never been into women or wanted to be with a woman before but she is just something else."
I didn't know what to say to my wife but I couldn't see how any of this would be bad for me. On the inside I was smiling. On the outside, I just held my wife and told her how sexy I thought she was and how much she turned me on.
"Oh, do you mind if Ashley borrows my black pearl necklace for tomorrow night? She really needs something and my black pearls would go perfect. " my wife asked.
"OK with me, just tell her to be really careful with them." I said seriously. My wife headed back to the bedroom to give Ashley the necklace and have her put it on.
A few minutes later, Ashley walked out in her new dress, my wife a short distance behind. My jaw dropped. The dress was a black-and-white number that came down to just above her knees. It accented her long legs (Ashley is 5'10") and long, curvy torso, especially given the added height from her black high heels. The dress was tight, but not too tight. And, amazingly, it was low enough up top that it showed off Ashley's cleavage but still managed to conceal most of Ashley's tattoo that was on the side of her torso, under her arm. Only a small bit of the tattoo was visible and only when Ashley raised her left arm. Although Ashley was only a B-cup, her tits were very firm and perfectly shaped. Thus, she was able to show some cleavage even though she wasn't well endowed. Her small, pert, firm tits were perfect on her long and lithe body.
"Turn around, Ashley." My wife commanded. Ashley turned around so I could see the back side. From the rear, the low-cut dress showed off her well-proportioned shoulders, neck and nape. In short, she looked stunning.
Ashley turned around to face me and Lynn ran into the bedroom and returned with her black pearl necklace. She gave it to Ashley and reminded her to be careful. Ashley thanked us profusely and put on the necklace.
As I gazed at Ashley in her new dress, high heels and classy necklace, I couldn't help but think how stunningly beautiful she was. I wanted to make love to her, worship her body, fill her with my cum. As these thoughts raced through my mind, my dick began to stir.
"What do you think, Mark?" my wife asked me. I wondered if she could tell I was mesmerized.
"It's perfect," I replied. It was all I could say. I could not take my eyes off her.
"Lynn found it." Ashley confessed. "I tried on several things but Lynn picked this out almost immediately. And -- the best part- it was on sale!" Ashley said very excitedly. "Lynn, I need to go and get my son and relieve my mom. I'll call you Sunday and let you know how the evening went. Thank you so much. I really can't thank you enough for all your help. I couldn't have done this by myself and just don't have any friends who could help me be appropriate for tomorrow night. I owe you big-time." Ashley gushed.
"You don't owe me anything, Ashley. I'm happy I could help. Definitely call me on Sunday and tell me all about it. I can't wait. And don't forget the number one rule I told you." My wife said firmly.
"I won't!" Ashley responded.
Ashley headed back to the bedroom to remove her dress and put her regular clothes back on. While she was doing that, I asked my wife what the "number one" rule was.
"I told her, no matter what, do NOT have sexy with her date tomorrow night. Ashley has always been quite promiscuous, by her own admission, and I told her that, if she had sex of any kind with him on this kind of date, he would think that she was essentially his escort. He throws around some money and she gives it up. I told her if she wanted to try and develop a real relationship with him, she had to wait and make him earn her." My wife explained. I nodded in agreement.
Ashley emerged from the bedroom, thanked my wife and said good-bye. My wife and I wished her good luck and told her we expected a report on Sunday.
Sunday evening rolled around and we had not heard from Ashley. My wife and I had dinner and then settled into our typical evening ritual: she in some cute little nighty, curled up on the couch watching TV and me in my recliner, reading the paper, both of us with a glass of red wine nearby. I could tell that my impatient wife was miffed that Ashley had not reported in.
It was about 9pm and Ashley called the house. I answered the phone and she asked if it was too late to come over, return the pearl necklace and tell Lynn about her evening. I told her to come on over and informed Lynn that Ashley was on her way.
A few minutes went by and Ashley knocked on the door. Lynn jumped up to go let her in. Lynn then escorted Ashley to the kitchen table, poured her a glass of wine and then sat down to have Ashley give her all the details from her big date with the doctor. I remained in my chair, reading the paper. I knew that, after Ashley left, my wife would give me the executive summary.
About 30 minutes went by and the girls finished their conversation and a bottle of wine. They got up and Ashley called out to me.
"Good night, Mark. Thanks again for all your help." She said.
"Good night, Ashley. Sounds like you had a very nice date last night. I'm glad to hear it." I replied as I put my paper down in my lap. Ashley then turned to Lynn and hugged her tight.
"Lynn, I can't begin to thank you enough for all your help. I had a great time last night and that wouldn't have happened without you. You're like the big sister I never had. I promise I'll return the favor one day." Ashley said to her as they embraced.
As I watched the two women embrace, I noticed that their eyes were moist and -- for the first time- I began to appreciate the depth of the relationship that had formed between them. My wife then walked Ashley to the door and locked up for the night.
My wife returned to the living room and walked up to me. She stood before me and I admired her sexy little body. She was wearing a sexy midnight blue silk nighty that was short and showed off much of her sexy backside. My wife has a tiny waist and torso accentuated by thick hips and ass. Think Jennifer Lopez with maybe an extra 5-10 pounds. Thick, short and very sexy.
